Thursday, December 30, 2010

listening to classical music

starts now.
or whatever you call this :)

Monday, December 27, 2010

I'm trying to convince my mom to adopt an asian baby...

boing


new old art

17/18th century drawings from Black Swan Books

 Etsy

Snowed.

Friday, December 17, 2010

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Get in presence of family. Hit record.

video 
As my dad and I discuss a new ipod for Christmas, my mom begins to complain about her post-op scar.

Saturday, December 11, 2010

An essay by Einstein.

How strange is the lot of us mortals. Each of us is here for a brief sojourn; for what purpose he knows not, though he sometimes thinks he senses it. But without deeper reflection one knows from daily life that one exists for other people -- first of all for those upon whose smiles and well-being our own happiness is wholly dependent, and then for the many, unknown to us, to whose destinies we are bound by the ties of sympathy. A hundred times every day I remind myself that my inner and outer life are based on the labors of other men, living and dead, and that I must exert myself in order to give in the same measure as I have received and am still receiving... 
I have never looked upon ease and happiness as ends in themselves -- this critical basis I call the ideal of a pigsty. The ideals that have lighted my way, and time after time have given me new courage to face life cheerfully, have been Kindness, Beauty, and Truth. Without the sense of kinship with men of like mind, without the occupation with the objective world, the eternally unattainable in the field of art and scientific endeavors, life would have seemed empty to me. The trite objects of human efforts -- possessions, outward success, luxury -- have always seemed to me contemptible. 
My passionate sense of social justice and social responsibility has always contrasted oddly with my pronounced lack of need for direct contact with other human beings and human communities. I am truly a 'lone traveler' and have never belonged to my country, my home, my friends, or even my immediate family, with my whole heart; in the face of all these ties, I have never lost a sense of distance and a need for solitude...
The really valuable thing in the pageant of human life seems to me not the political state, but the creative, sentient individual, the personality; it alone creates the noble and the sublime, while the herd as such remains dull in thought and dull in feeling. 
The most beautiful experience we can have is the mysterious. It is the fundamental emotion that stands at the cradle of true art and true science. Whoever does not know it and can no longer wonder, no longer marvel, is as good as dead, and his eyes are dimmed. It was the experience of mystery -- even if mixed with fear -- that engendered religion. A knowledge of the existence of something we cannot penetrate, our perceptions of the profoundest reason and the most radiant beauty, which only in their most primitive forms are accessible to our minds: it is this knowledge and this emotion that constitute true religiosity. In this sense, and only this sense, I am a deeply religious man... I am satisfied with the mystery of life's eternity and with a knowledge, a sense, of the marvelous structure of existence -- as well as the humble attempt to understand even a tiny portion of the Reason that manifests itself in nature.
-Albert Einstein.


If you read all of that, I'm proud. If you read it twice like you need to in order to actually understand it, I'm extra proud.
Philosophy, philosophy.

But on the bright side!

Been working on some art.

4 days.

until break. I'm dying. as you can see.

aaaand I forgot to turn in an assignment due Friday. It's gone now. Second time I've done this within the last week. No second chances in this anthro class!! oh well. Welcome to college.

Saturday, December 4, 2010

The Difference In the Shades

I find that life is easier when it's just a blur
with no details to confuse who or what or where I was
so when the ending comes the full regret will seem obscure
but these are days we dream about when the sunlight paints us gold
and this apartment could not be prettier as we danced up there alone.
Do you see the
difference in the shades?
but the green is still close to green, my love
and I believe we are the same
and we’ll stay like this, all gold and green.


Now I remember why I fell in love with Conor Oberst and listened to Bright Eyes non stop for years.