Well, I'll probably be posting a bunch in the future about this summer at camp. My camp takes us to the Canadian wilderness to canoe and I've fallen in love with the beauty of the region. I'd really like to share a few stories that I've thought a lot about and hopefully people reading this can choose to get their own meaning out of it.
One of my best friends at camp spent the previous summer in Thailand, where she spent six weeks traveling village to village, backpacking, and staying with locals to better understand the culture. On a trip with her to the English River, we came across a campsite filled with what we call "no see ems"- little, tiny bugs that make you bleed when they bite you, giving you lots of scabs. Our faces were bloodied from the bugs and we were all ready to retire to our tents and kill each and every single bug that may have crept into our tent. As my friend and I were sitting by the water, she said : "You know, these bugs are just like the bugs we encountered one day as we were meditating with the monks in a Buddhist monastery in Thailand. But we couldn't kill them; we were in the monastery. Although we were struggling to take our minds off of the bugs, the monks looked to be living in harmony with the bugs that harassed them."
Monday, July 28, 2008
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
"I hate my life."
Sometimes I sympathize with people who have that sentiment.
But most of the time, I think, "Seriously, middle-class overdramatic emo kid trying to sound deep and pathetic at the same time, while living in America (one of the richest countries in the world), get a grip. Your life isn't half as bad as you might think."
I'm sorry if that sounds insensitive.
But most of the time, I think, "Seriously, middle-class overdramatic emo kid trying to sound deep and pathetic at the same time, while living in America (one of the richest countries in the world), get a grip. Your life isn't half as bad as you might think."
I'm sorry if that sounds insensitive.
Monday, July 7, 2008
i believe in summer plums
you know, the kind that are so juicy you have to eat over the kitchen sink
otherwise the bloodred fruit comes down around your fingers and makes you feel sticky for hours
these are the fruits that have to be enjoyed outside, with your toes and soles and calves in the still-damp grass
when the humidity is the warm washcloth that works its way in until each bone is wrapped in a delightfully soft layer that makes everything seem fuzzier
even though my life has probably never seemed more dull to anyone else
i truly believe
that i am really living
otherwise the bloodred fruit comes down around your fingers and makes you feel sticky for hours
these are the fruits that have to be enjoyed outside, with your toes and soles and calves in the still-damp grass
when the humidity is the warm washcloth that works its way in until each bone is wrapped in a delightfully soft layer that makes everything seem fuzzier
even though my life has probably never seemed more dull to anyone else
i truly believe
that i am really living
A Gentle Wave
A beaded dragonfly's wayward hovering
Doesn't appear to be as much fun
As taming the moon's continual minions
In broad daylight; the sun snickers
A land where the days and nights are long
Every dish is homemade
Private gazebos are infiltrated and overthrown
Humans sound like unmuzzled mutts; pedigrees disappear
As I write sheltered, enjoying the lofty breeze
In foreign script the NSA couldn't decipher
The insects chirp freely as the blackbird flocks buzz
Gossiping about their anticipated meal
Yes, you may find me here
With a foot on the bench and a foot on the ground
Observing with titillation of the senses
In a gem so neatly tucked away
I'm in a land, where the trees are tall
And some could recall, when they were planted
My writing whimsy soiling a summer day
In Wauconda.
Doesn't appear to be as much fun
As taming the moon's continual minions
In broad daylight; the sun snickers
A land where the days and nights are long
Every dish is homemade
Private gazebos are infiltrated and overthrown
Humans sound like unmuzzled mutts; pedigrees disappear
As I write sheltered, enjoying the lofty breeze
In foreign script the NSA couldn't decipher
The insects chirp freely as the blackbird flocks buzz
Gossiping about their anticipated meal
Yes, you may find me here
With a foot on the bench and a foot on the ground
Observing with titillation of the senses
In a gem so neatly tucked away
I'm in a land, where the trees are tall
And some could recall, when they were planted
My writing whimsy soiling a summer day
In Wauconda.
the holy land
so i am in israel right now, and i am loving my few minutes of computer access here and there. i am doing biochemistry research at hebrew university in jerusalem, and also doing lots of jewish studies stuff.
this science meets religion thing is really pressing me, and i don't know what to think about it. i wish i knew all the answers. but for now i will enjoy the ice coffee and hummus instead of thinking about this question.
note: ceecee and i think that all authors should post more. tell us about your summers or something :)
this science meets religion thing is really pressing me, and i don't know what to think about it. i wish i knew all the answers. but for now i will enjoy the ice coffee and hummus instead of thinking about this question.
note: ceecee and i think that all authors should post more. tell us about your summers or something :)
Saturday, June 28, 2008
WTF at my dreams, They're ridiculous.
Okay, lately I have been having some crazy dreams, and I know I posted one earlier about Siva and Meena Iyer's imaginary sister. I know RG gave the advice to only tell those who are involved in the dreams, but these are just too crazy. Also lately I've had the uncanny ability to remember them in pretty good detail.
1. (This is me speaking to Jake Maloney, mostly copied and pasted off of his facebook wall with some editing.) So I had this crazy dream where a serial killer is on the lose in a neighborhood and the serial killer's MO is to slice open the victim's throat. So I was on the case I guess, but I was in this public bathroom I guess taking a piss and I was really thinking hard about who was the killer, while another man was in the stall taking a dump I presume, and we got to talking. He was asking me about the recent killings and such. I thought I recognized his voice, but wasn't sure. Well I was still taking a piss when he came up behind me and said something to me just as I finished and turned around. There you were with a very sharp pencil thin blade, and you said something evil to me and lunged at me, I ducked and grabbed your arm and We fought back and forth and finally I sliced your neck a little and then that weakened your grip and I got a full on slice of your neck and split it from side to side (Thus killing you with the same MO that had killed your victims). You were gasping and stuff and you walked outside the public bathroom. I know it is impossible for you to speak now, but yet the police had caught wind of where you were and had surrounded the bathroom and you stumbled out and said something. I do not remember what it was, but it was so evil it sent a chill down my titanium spine.
2. My friends and I are gathered in some sort of room having a nice party. Suddenly the enviroment shifts and the world is taken over by Alien Gorilla type creatures (think Planet of the Apes style mixed with a bit of Klingon). Suffice it to say they take over pretty efficiently. But luckily for my friends and I (and the human race) me and an accomplice (do not remember who, think he was Caucasian) find these two guns that can change states if matter not mention just straight up make matter disappear. So we start using these guns to make the matter that is the gorrila-klingon's heads disappear. We dispatch all of them, but then we accidentally turn the entire planet (or at least the room we're in which is a symbol for the entire planet) into water. So me and my accomplice are like, "What the heck? We'lljust recreate the earth." So we end up using out guns to turn the water into other types of matter such as land and etc. So we begin terraforming our planet.
3. Oh I am sorry my third one is very random and although I do remember parts of it clearly if I wrote it all out it would be just too scattered and confusing. Just to give you a little something, it is split up into mini-dreams. One invlolves their being a very big fire in an auditorium (not the IMSA one) but it was full of IMSA kids, and so we struggle to run out. The second involves me going to a new school and having to try to fit in there (awkward). The third is interconnected with the second but involves me blackmailing Kenneth "Chi" McBride (Google image that one, you know him) into giving me 50 pieces of fried chicken, because he worked at a fried chicken shack. The fourth involves a schoolwide skip day in which I didn't know so in order to escape I use the fried chicken box and get someone to mistake it for a bomb and walk home. The fifth involves a schoolwide assembly and one long speech was being said except it was broken up into parts and teachers and some students got to say parts of it. I read my part and it was the corniest one ever. It was filled with ridiculous puns that fade from my mind. Now the school was very free spirited and did what they want, so as the speaker before me was talking everyone started to leave. Sarah Trevor was sitting on stage with the orchestra (they obviously were trapped and could not leave) and asked me why I wasn't leaving and I showed her that I was a speaker. I remember wondering why they chose me to speak. Any ways I got on stage, and I messed up my first line. Then I woke up and was glad because embarrassments in dreams are not real ones. So now I leave you with one of my favorite XKCD's.
It is titled "Every Damn Morning"
1. (This is me speaking to Jake Maloney, mostly copied and pasted off of his facebook wall with some editing.) So I had this crazy dream where a serial killer is on the lose in a neighborhood and the serial killer's MO is to slice open the victim's throat. So I was on the case I guess, but I was in this public bathroom I guess taking a piss and I was really thinking hard about who was the killer, while another man was in the stall taking a dump I presume, and we got to talking. He was asking me about the recent killings and such. I thought I recognized his voice, but wasn't sure. Well I was still taking a piss when he came up behind me and said something to me just as I finished and turned around. There you were with a very sharp pencil thin blade, and you said something evil to me and lunged at me, I ducked and grabbed your arm and We fought back and forth and finally I sliced your neck a little and then that weakened your grip and I got a full on slice of your neck and split it from side to side (Thus killing you with the same MO that had killed your victims). You were gasping and stuff and you walked outside the public bathroom. I know it is impossible for you to speak now, but yet the police had caught wind of where you were and had surrounded the bathroom and you stumbled out and said something. I do not remember what it was, but it was so evil it sent a chill down my titanium spine.
2. My friends and I are gathered in some sort of room having a nice party. Suddenly the enviroment shifts and the world is taken over by Alien Gorilla type creatures (think Planet of the Apes style mixed with a bit of Klingon). Suffice it to say they take over pretty efficiently. But luckily for my friends and I (and the human race) me and an accomplice (do not remember who, think he was Caucasian) find these two guns that can change states if matter not mention just straight up make matter disappear. So we start using these guns to make the matter that is the gorrila-klingon's heads disappear. We dispatch all of them, but then we accidentally turn the entire planet (or at least the room we're in which is a symbol for the entire planet) into water. So me and my accomplice are like, "What the heck? We'lljust recreate the earth." So we end up using out guns to turn the water into other types of matter such as land and etc. So we begin terraforming our planet.
3. Oh I am sorry my third one is very random and although I do remember parts of it clearly if I wrote it all out it would be just too scattered and confusing. Just to give you a little something, it is split up into mini-dreams. One invlolves their being a very big fire in an auditorium (not the IMSA one) but it was full of IMSA kids, and so we struggle to run out. The second involves me going to a new school and having to try to fit in there (awkward). The third is interconnected with the second but involves me blackmailing Kenneth "Chi" McBride (Google image that one, you know him) into giving me 50 pieces of fried chicken, because he worked at a fried chicken shack. The fourth involves a schoolwide skip day in which I didn't know so in order to escape I use the fried chicken box and get someone to mistake it for a bomb and walk home. The fifth involves a schoolwide assembly and one long speech was being said except it was broken up into parts and teachers and some students got to say parts of it. I read my part and it was the corniest one ever. It was filled with ridiculous puns that fade from my mind. Now the school was very free spirited and did what they want, so as the speaker before me was talking everyone started to leave. Sarah Trevor was sitting on stage with the orchestra (they obviously were trapped and could not leave) and asked me why I wasn't leaving and I showed her that I was a speaker. I remember wondering why they chose me to speak. Any ways I got on stage, and I messed up my first line. Then I woke up and was glad because embarrassments in dreams are not real ones. So now I leave you with one of my favorite XKCD's.
It is titled "Every Damn Morning"
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