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The Panopticon (panopticongaze)

Fri, 23 Nov 2012 15:20:09 +0900

an antidote for the epidemic of uninforstupidity plaguing all of our minds at this strange juncture in history

theme: space by espeon

Blame my brain

Fri, 23 Nov 2012 15:19:14 +0900

Blame my brain

Trompe-l'œil

Fri, 23 Nov 2012 14:53:55 +0900

Black Diamonds theme by biancayvonne

sandbox for the subconscious mind

inception, americano,and brain itches

One of the few things that my homeroom teacher made me do during my first week at the new school was...

Fri, 23 Nov 2012 14:52:12 +0900

One of the few things that my homeroom teacher made me do during my first week at the new school was to set up my domain to gain access to the school computer network. The process was fairly simple — I just had to type in my first name, last name and the year of my high school graduation. I remember asking “2012?” and the teacher’s conspicuously bushy eye brows dancing as the man grunted “Uh, just 12 will do.” Within seconds I was registered under the category “Class of 2012.”

While oblivious during the rest of the time, everyday I logged onto one of the school computers I was made conscious the number of years left until graduation. The moment of realization came the hardest after summer vacation. I would return to realize that I had gotten one year closer to the supposedly fanta-bu-listic “End.”

By the “End” of course, I mean the end of my highschool life. The end to the only years I can take for granted the pampering from my parents. The end to being able to be called an “innocent child,” “a teenager” (or wait, is that a paradox?). The end to the days of the Morning (Mourning) Haranguing and moralizing sessions. The end of the good days.

I’m sure there will be some other good days out there. *knock on the wood*
In a literal sense, it also means the end of the world. I mean, literally. 2012, according to the Mayan calendar, indicates the end of mankind. The end of civilization. I’m not the most superstitious person in the world, but such seemingly arbitrary projections aren’t the best omens in life either. Especially if I happen to graduate in April of the year 2012. But that’s okay, we’ve got another year till the end.
2011 awaits less than 11 hours from now, which puts me on the spot 4 to 5 months until I board the rollercoaster of applying to colleges…Turns out that behind 2011 stands a fine line of college applications, essays, interviews, recommendations, more drama, head aches and heartburn.

But it’s all good.

It always has been (in the end.)

and so it always will be.

**as much as this is rather an unusual occasion for me, (blame it on the refelective and ponderous time of the year) I’ll have to get used to this side of me… the less realistic, more optimistic demeanor…

So here’s to more paroxyms, drama and happy endings!

Adieu 2010, and 2011, BRING IT.

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Sat, 08 Oct 2011 09:42:00 +0900

"Rational arguments don’t usually work on religious people. Otherwise there would be no..."

Sat, 08 Oct 2011 09:31:00 +0900

““Rational arguments don’t usually work on religious people. Otherwise there would be no religious people.””

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-Gregory House, M.D. Season 4, Episode 2: The Right Stuff.
True. The same goes for politicians and mainstream pop fanatics.

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Sat, 08 Oct 2011 09:16:00 +0900

"Words ought to be a little wild for they are the assaults of thought on the unthinking."

Sat, 08 Oct 2011 09:14:00 +0900

“Words ought to be a little wild for they are the assaults of thought on the unthinking.”

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John Maynard Keynes

The Pinna is the visible part of the outer ear. Aside from its lovely aesthetics, the Pinna has...

Sat, 08 Oct 2011 09:12:00 +0900

The Pinna is the visible part of the outer ear. Aside from its lovely aesthetics, the Pinna has evolved its complex shape through millenia of natural selection for a multitude of delicate functions. For one, the Pinna serves a fleshy satellite, channeling sounds into the inner ear and aiding hearing. On top of that, the various ridges and valleys in the Pinna serve as a selective amplification mechanism, increasing the amplitude of wave length frequencies most important for human speech perception (roughly 2 to 5 khz). And, coolest of all, the structure and function of the auditory system in the brain has co-evolved with the intricate shape with Pinna to assist with sound localization. As the direction of sound changes relative to the pinna, differing portions of the sound spectrum are amplified and dampened through spectral filtering. Through analyzing these spectral effects in a series of mind boggling mathematical calculations, the direction of sound can be roughly estimated, and even those with hearing in only one ear can localize the direction of sound.

Big Brother.

Sat, 08 Oct 2011 08:56:00 +0900

Big Brother.

"“Body am I, and soul” — so says the child. And why should one not speak like children? But the..."

Sat, 08 Oct 2011 08:02:00 +0900

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“Body am I, and soul” — so says the child. And why should one not speak like children?

But the awakened one, the knowing one, says: “Body am I entirely, and nothing more; and soul is only the name of something about the body.”

The body is a great wisdom, a plurality with one sense, a war and a peace, a flock and a shepherd.

An instrument of your body is also your small wisdom, my brother, which you call “mind”— a little instrument and toy of your great wisdom.

“I,” you say, and are proud of that word. But the greater thing — in which you are unwilling to believe — is your body with its great wisdom; that does not say “I,” but performs “I.”

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Nietzche: Thus spoke Zarathustra

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Sat, 09 Apr 2011 09:49:56 +0900

Irony can, after some fashion, become a mode of escape: to laugh at the terrors of life is in some...

Tue, 04 Jan 2011 08:28:00 +0900

Irony can, after some fashion, become a mode of escape: to laugh at the terrors of life is in some sense to evade them.

My favorite passage No copyright infringement intended! if anyone is offended by this post, please...

Sat, 01 Jan 2011 18:58:00 +0900

My favorite passage
No copyright infringement intended! if anyone is offended by this post, please let me know and I will remove it right away!

The following passage is from a 1992 publication in which the author, a physicist, discusses “reality” and the models that human beings use to understand the universe.

The Treachery of Images (“La Trahison des images“)

Perhaps you’ve seen the painting: a pipe, depicted with photographic realism, floats above a line of careful script that reads “Ceci n’est pas une pipe” — “This is not a pipe.” René Magritte painted The Treachery of Images in the 1920s, and people have been talking ever since about what it means.

The Two Mysteries

Did Magritte intend to remind us that a representation is not the object it depicts — that his painting is “only” a painting and not a pipe? Such an interpretation is widely taught to college students, but if it is true, Magritte went to an awful lot of trouble —carefully selecting a dress-finish pipe of particularly elegant design, making dozens of sketches of it, taking it apart to familiarize himself with its anatomy, then painting its portrait with great care and skill — just to tell us something we already knew. In another canvas, The Two Mysteries, Magritte is even more insistent: the original pipe painting, complete with caption, is depicted as sitting on an easel that rests on a plank floor, but above that painting, to the left, hovers a second pipe, larger ( or closer) than the painted canvas and its frame. What we have there is a painting of a paradox. Obviously the smaller pipe is a painting and not a pipe. But what is the second pipe, the one that looms outside the represented canvas? And if that too is but a painting, then wehere does the painting end?

It seems to me that the roots of the paradox reside in the concept fo the frame. When we look at a realistic painting — a portrait of a historical figure — we accept by convention that the portrait represents a real person and actual objects. When that convention is denied, as in Magritte’s pipe paintings, the point is not to remind us that paintings are not real. That much is true but trivial. The point is to challenge the belief that everything outside the frame is real.

I believe in the “Stupid Box” theory, that the television makes you stupid. Well, something like...

Sat, 01 Jan 2011 18:22:00 +0900

I believe in the “Stupid Box” theory, that the television makes you stupid. Well, something like that. I used to think that the act of watching the television — planting one’s self on the coach in a position that will remain frozen for a wasted hour or two —itself is stupid, and that the stupidity of the viewer is hence not activated by the programs running on screen, as the programs only play the role of progressively increasing the level of stupidity for the viewer’s discretion.

Occasionally, however, I find myself watching television programs. But before anyone points an erect finger of remonstration towards me, there are reasons. Reasons as to why I watch the “stupid box.”

I watch television because my life is complicated. I like to be in control, I need to dictate where my life is headed but sometimes, I like to sit in the passenger seat and let the cab driver take me to my destination.

Except, there is no taxi in my life. So I choose the next thing closest to reality, which is television. I like how it’s a passive act. I like how I don’t have to do anything for people on television to do things.

I don’t have to worry because I know there is an assiduous group of writers that make a living out of writing the resolution for all the complications, all the relationships and all the problems.

I find solace in the fact that there seems to be an answer to every television problem and maybe there lies my hope that there exists an answer for my life and its complications.

"Worry a little bit every day and in a lifetime you will lose a couple of years. If something is..."

Tue, 02 Nov 2010 21:52:46 +0900

“Worry a little bit every day and in a lifetime you will lose a couple of years. If something is wrong, fix it if you can. But train yourself not to worry: Worry never fixes anything.”

- Ernest Hemingway

looked into myself and felt as if i was looking into nothing. Not the most pleasant feeling.

Sun, 31 Oct 2010 08:50:00 +0900

looked into myself and felt as if i was looking into nothing. Not the most pleasant feeling.

나의 ‘몰’군, 그리고 동네 천냥가게에서 산 저렴한 0.4 마하펜 한 자루이들과의 나른한 화요일 오후.난데 없는 여유이기는 하나…이보다 더 좋을...

Tue, 26 Oct 2010 17:37:00 +0900

나의 ‘몰’군, 그리고
동네 천냥가게에서 산 저렴한 0.4 마하펜 한 자루
이들과의 나른한 화요일 오후.

난데 없는 여유이기는 하나…이보다 더 좋을 수는 없다^^
(나 이표정 가증스러워서 별로 안좋아하는데)그래도 ^^