Thursday, December 11, 2008

A Crash Course in Ancient Western Philosophy (Or: What I Learned from the Old Graybeards)

This semester, I took my first philosophy class. It wasn't an intro class, in fact, it was a junior/senior level class, and I was by far the youngest one there, but there was no pre-requisite. The class was called "Ancient Philosophy."

Going into it, the class seemed like one that could be any number of things. I knew of philosophy in Ancient Egypt, China, and Greece/Rome. It turned out that the class ignored Buddha and Confucius in favor for the famous trilogy in Greece: Socrates, Plato, and Aristotle. Let me impart upon you a young woman's view on the philosophies of these great thinkers--the "old graybeards," as a certain English instructor of mine affectionately calls them.

First, a bit about philosophy itself. A dictionary definition, while bland, is the best way to start:

Philosophy - n - plural -phies - the rational investigation of
the truths and principles of being, knowledge, or conduct.


That is the most boring way to describe such a fascinating concept. Philosophy, in my own words, is thinking about the world. That's it. It's investigating, learning, exploring, discovering, arguing, and knowing life and all its intangible mysteries. It's not a science, mind you, it's much more complex and less concrete. It's all about questions, big and small, but all significant in their own way. Ancient philosophy, in particular, focuses more on small inquiries that carry a heavy weight, like, "what is virtue?" "why do we love?" and "what is happiness?"

Philosophy itself has been around as long as humans have had rational thought. The word philosophy is of Greek origin, however: "philosophia," meaning "love of wisdom" in Greek and simply "wisdom" in Latin. The roots of the word should tell you that yes, Greeks are the first recognized "philosophers," rather than great thinkers; philosophy in that sense is used to refer to western philosophy, and that is where we truly begin.


In Ancient Greece, there were men called "sophists," or wise men. They were mostly looked down upon by Greece's population for being dirty, poor, and tricky, for they taught rhetoric, or using language to win an argument. Technically, these men were philosophers by the definition, but this is called the pre-Socratic period, because, well, it was before Socrates (we'll talk about him in a minute). The term "philosopher" is usually acredited to Pythagoras, who is most famous for his Pythagorean Theorem, but was quite the thinker himself. It was said by one of Aristotle's disciples that Pythagoras replaced the word "sophist" with "philosopher," changing wise men to lovers of wisdom.

The pre-Socratic period was mostly questioning the norm with huge questions, but
answers weren't usually agreed-upon. "Where do we come from?" "What started the Earth?" It was more scientific than later philosophy was, but that was a large jump at the time, when all the credit was given to the gods and not science. They gave more rational answers to questions previously explained away with mythology, but none of the answers were really that
rational.



Why is this period called the pre-Socratic period? Because it came before Socrates, that's why! Socrates is often called the father of western philosophy. He perfected the rhetoric practiced by the sophists, and is the namesake of the still-used Socratic method. Socrates was known for trapping people with words and making them realize that their arguments were flawed, contradictory to themselves, and that his points were better. However, Socrates was a man who lived a life of poverty through his own devices, and never recorded anything. So why is he famous? He lived on in his student, Plato. The bulk of Plato's works are merely dialogues between Socrates and other Greeks, and almost unfailingly, Socrates comes out on top.

Socrates, in Pla
to's dialogues, argued about the huge questions I mentioned before. One of the earliest dialogues, Meno, is between Socrates and Menon, where they discuss whether virtue can be learned. First, they must figure out what virtue is, and on the way, they come up with many side points; Socrates believed in the immortality of the soul, and thus said that learning isn't really learning anything knew, it's merely recollecting what your soul remembers from a past life. In the end of Meno, Socrates comes to the conclusion that they can't find out what virtue is, and until such a time, it must be acredited to divine intervention from gods or spirits.

Most of Plato's dialogues had a similar layout. In The Symposium, Socrates and several other Greek men speak about what love is--they all have different views, from that it is the child of Plenty and Poverty, to that it is our bodies naturally trying to find their other halves from the primal days when people were really two people put together. Socrates says tha
t love is the yearning for procreation, whether through ideas or children, love of the soul and love of the body.

While Socrates believed in human issues on a personal scale, he also believed in solving humanity's problems. He believed that the only truly successful state could be ruled by an enlightened Philosopher King, and those too ignorant to be philosophers would have to be lied to, and the philosophers would be higher-class citizens. This idea was very popular among philosophers at the time, as you might imagine. While he claimed to know nothing, he also claimed to "believe" in a hell of a lot, thus contradicting one of his most famous lines.

One of Socrates' best feats is possibly his death. He was put on trial, accused of corrupting Greece's youth, disbelieving in the gods, and making up false entities. He argued and philosophized till the end, and refused to pay a fine instead of die. He said that dying did not bother him, because every great philosopher should want to know the unknown, and death is the ultimate unknown. He died by suicide, and it's still one of the most famous deaths in the world's history.


Plato had some feats of his own in his original writings. His most famous thesis is the Theory of Forms, which says that by knowing a concept, one can grasp anything related to that concept. In example, if you know what cake is, because you've eaten cake several times in your life, you know the qualities of cake and what it is to be a cake. You know a cake when you see a cake, because you are well-versed in what a cake is. If you see something that doesn't necessarily strike you as a cake right away, but you see it on a cake stand and someone cuts it in half to reveal layers of moist, delicious, pastry, then you see that it is a cake. And if you encounter something that you don't know as a cake, but someone proves to you that it is, in fact, a form of cake, you expand your concept of cakeness. It's an idea we take for granted now, but explaining it was nearly miraculous in Ancient Greece.

Another accomplishment of Plato's was his Academy--he thought that philosophy could only be effectively taught in a school system of teachers and students, all not just learning philosophy, but living it. He said that one could only truly be a philosopher if they learned orally through another philosopher, not just reading what they wrote. Students of the Academy learned how to use rhetoric and how to defend against it. Plato's motivations for this were mainly political, says Hadot, author of "What is Ancient Philosophy?" Plato agreed with Socrates that only philosophers could lead a state, and so he hoped the students of his school would go on to lead Greece.


One such student was (my favorite) the third in the series of great thinkers, Aristotle. Aristotle was radically different from his teacher and his before him--whereas Plato and Socrates tended to agree, Aristotle is most famous for his differences from the two. Aristotle actually created a system of philosophy that encompassed ethics, logic, politics, and metaphysics. He was much more scientific than his predecessors, and while most of that science we know now not to be true, at the time it was what was widely accepted. He invented scientific method, which all students still use today.

One principle belief of Aristotle's is his theory on happiness. He said that happiness is up to the individual. Everyone works toward ends, and their actions are always means to those ends. We don't do things without a positive reason behind it, though sometimes we find out that it wasn't actually desirable. But no one does anything for no good reason, in their mind. Even serial murderers have some motivation for what they do. One concept of this is called an "end of itself." Everything we do is a means to some end, and some ends are means for another end. In example, I go to school to learn things so that I can get eventually get a degree. That degree is the ends that justifies the mean of going to school. I don't want a degree just for the sake of having one, though; the degree is a means to get a job that I'm good at. The job is another end, but also a means to get money. Money isn't just desirable because it's money--I want money so that I can buy things that will give me a more comfortable life. I want to be comfortable so that I can be happy. Happiness is the ultimate end of my life. Aristotle outlined this for the first time, and honestly, he's the only one of these old graybeards that I can truly agree with on one thing.

So while modern philosophy is much more evolved and complex than these ancients, I still appreciate them because they're what started it all.

Thursday, November 27, 2008

Thankful

I hate when people tell me that Thanksgiving commemorates the passing on of smallpox to Native Americans, or that it marks the day we started taking away their freedom. Yeah, it turned sour not long after, but the holiday is made to commemorate things we should be proud of, not the part of the history we're ashamed of. Just like with Christmas, I have my own, very unique views on holidays, but there's an entirely different topic. Instead of the broad topic of holidays, let's talk about Thanksgiving.

Thanksgiving is a totally straightforward name for a holiday. Giving thanks, duh? So I've been compiling a mental list all day, and here's a list of things I'm thankful for (in no particular order).

  • My family means the world to me--my mom, stepdad, siblings, aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, and all the rest. I love them, and I'm so happy that I have them. They're the most fantastic group of people I could ever hope to know, let alone be related to. I appreciate you guys so much.
  • My friends are a different kind of family to me. It's the same kind of feeling--I love you guys exponentially. We make fun of each other, we know each other, and we have fun no matter how a situation presents itself. We rock.
  • I'm totally thankful for artists. I know that's really broad, but it's true. Authors, photographers, poets, painters, sculptors, writers, designers, architects, potters, musicians, seamstresses--the list goes on. The world is beautiful without them, but it's only with their talents that we can see it in different perspectives. Without art, I think I'd be pretty bored. So, thanks.
  • Food. I'm not shitting you, we take it for granted so often, but I'm so thankful for good food. Delicious food... Mmmn... Oh, gawd, now I want Thanksgiving leftovers.
  • The person I've become. Simple enough, that. Thank goodness I'm able to love myself.
  • So many million little things. I just fell asleep writing this, so that's where we're gonna end. I think you get the picture, though. Most of them aren't things that could read my thanks to them, anyway.

Monday, November 24, 2008

Star Wars: Episode 2 sucked.

On the brighter side, these made me laugh.

That is all (for now).

Saturday, November 22, 2008

So, to keep this from being inappropriate...

This is one of the best poll studies I've read about in a long time. I relate to these women's opinions, and some of them hit especially close to home.

I won't go too in detail, but y'all know how much I love human communication, and this is just one of those done to improve it. Honestly, I've said it before and I'll say it again: communication issues are the worst and most common things to ruin a relationship of any kind. Reading stuff like this helps me understand it (and this area is especially one that seems unimportant but should be paid heed to).

Teacups in the rain.

Not five minutes ago, I saw the opening scene to the second Pirates of the Carribbean movie. Granted, not my favorite film of all time, but still a good one--the thing with me and movies is that only two of three things have to be good for me to like it: acting, visuals/composition, and plot. I could blather on about that for hours, but I digress.

The opening scene of Dead Man's Chest is an abandoned wedding scene, teacups and music stands flooded with rain. The lovely Keira Knightley is playing the annoying (I hate this character, even with one of my favorite actresses portraying her) Elizabeth Swann, but the character doesn't matter and it's simply beautiful to see her in her wedding dress, after spending hours readying herself, totally drenched in rain.

This beautiful visual was, of course, interrupted by the stupid plot, but I could watch forever. Anyone who's read anything I've written knows that rain is a very important symbol to me. Personally, rain is my favorite kind of weather, followed closely by gray days that promise rain. There's so many kinds of precipitation, too--sprinkling, storming, pissing, pouring. Of course, to me, it's not just rain, but different types of rain that make the symbolism come out.

These are definitions of my use of rain as a symbol.

Soft rain, or sprinkling, in my writing, usually symbolizes a cleansing of some sort. Spiritual or emotional cleansing, a clean slate, just like the pristine cement left after a gentle, rainy afternoon. It's usually a good thing, too, one that is what the character needs, and they usually know they do to be happy. It can also mean that the character is realizing that they're at a great point in their life, and are reveling in the zest of their life. Peace or refreshment is another meaning.

Storms are generally used to portray anger, fear, or emotional stress, and even a horrible decision the character must make. Especially with thunder, lightning, and heavy cloud cover, this chaotic weather symbolizes a situation that is just that--disorderly and, well, chaotic.

A steady rain that's moderate and somewhere between a sprinkle and a storm symbolizes sorrow or sadness, generally. It's more depression than anything else, though, because depression feels like a rut you can't get out of, and it's usually just the same thing day after day--steady rain that shows no sign of changes, or only looks like it'll get worse, is linked to that in my view.

Anyway, that's just my take on it. What do you think?




Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Kodak moment.

The closer we come to Christmas, the more I realize: one year from now, I'll be on my own. One year from now, I'll be beyond this stage of my life.

I'll miss it, and I know that. I'll miss coming in from day to day and seeing the same people, none of whom I hate, and having the honor of learning with them, working with them, talking with them, and knowing them. It's still there, now, but it won't be for much longer. I'm determined not to cling to it.

I think of who I'll still be in touch with in a year, and in all honesty, I can count them on my fingers and still have a couple to spare. Even now, people who I would have once called "best friends" are just "friends" in my mind. Dr. Immel was right--I don't really have many ties to these people anymore. They're friends, but they're separate from myself, and myself is what I'm working on right now.

I'm taking a mental snapshot of this awkward stage, because I treasure it. I'm at a place where I'm still cushioned by what I have been for the last four years, this safe environment, but I realize that it'll all be gone in a mere matter of months, and things will be totally different in a year. I've had stages like this before, like moving across the country, but for the first time, this is my time. This is under my control. This is my life I'm working toward.

It feels so good.

While I love all of my friends, I'm sure we'll fade away from each other. We'll always be connected, and maybe later in life we'll be super close again; but for now, there's only a few of you that will truly be with me in the foreseeable future. In advance, I wish you all good luck, and I hope you're in the same boat I am, where you're realizing the importance of yourself, and how much bigger we will become.

I hope you get where you want to go.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

A funny thing, that.

Writer's block has been known to sneak up on me like a metaphorical cat to an unsuspecting little bird--a very, very cute little bird, with impeccable fashion sense and a trill to die for. Once again, however, our feathered friend has escaped from the claws of the kitty-cat, and is flying free, her talons ablaze on the keyboard!

In sane-person-speak, that means I'm writing my novel again. I'd written about 35k words in it from September '07 to March '08, and I'm going back through and rewriting a lot. I outlined the plot, know every twist and turn of the story, and feel confident in myself. So, after a long hiatus, my creative drive is back in action! Dingding!

I can only hope that I evade a mental black hole until I finish what I'm working on, or at least find a good source of inspiration. Of course, if I worry too much, I'll only become catfood again. Is chronic writer's block a real disease? If so, why aren't I getting disability checks?

Friday, November 7, 2008

California, of all places.

Don't get me wrong, I'm immensely proud of our country for the landslide election of a true political leader, Barack Hussein Obama, as our forty-fourth president. I love our country so much, and I know that he can get us back on the right track. The national elections made me completely happy.

However, on a state level, I was rather disappointed. California, home to San Fransisco and the Bay Area, arguably the center of America's gay community, passed Proposition 8, which outlaws same-sex marriage in our lovely state. How depressing. Someone who is much closer to the law and understands the pain it causes much better than I, a friend of mine, janetbouncer has written a good overview of the true discrimination this proposition causes.

California is the first state that comes to mind to most people when they think "liberal state." It made me sick to see those yellow signs all around, and I thought to myself, "Surely, there can't be enough of a percentage to get that bullshit passed." When Wednesday rolled around, though, I was sorely disappointed.

Most of the arguments used to fuel Yes on 8 campaigns are BS, anyway. Religions can't be affected by the law in that way, so churches wouldn't have to let gays marry if they didn't want to, and would still get their tax-exemption. And about being involved with education? Seriously, what the hell? By Californian law, children can't be taught anything health- or family-related without parental consent. You know, like with sex ed? We had to bring permission slips home detailing the unit we would be partaking in and bring it signed, otherwise we couldn't sit in on the neat videos about the reproductive system. Not to mention, I've been in the public school system for a good thirteen years of my life, and not once has any teacher taught me about marriage, be it straight, gay, or polygamous.

Apparently, there's a bunch of trials against 8, saying it's against California's constitution. But, of course, with past civil rights issues, it's always taken more than one try. Blacks didn't get to vote with the first proposal of the concept, but any American can vote now. Let's just hope that sometime soon, we'll all get to marry who we want.




Wednesday, November 5, 2008

I'd just like you to know... (Part two)

I don't think life is truly fair.

I feel that fate is rarely part of the equation.

When I drink soda, the bubbles tickle my nose.

I like playing with sawdust and glitter, even if they're annoying to clean up.

I don't think anyone can ever truly understand another person fully.

I like riding my bike until my legs give out.

I feel like ice cream: I'm here in my little plastic cup, and the heat is making me melt. When it finally gets cold again, I'll freeze once more, but I won't be nearly as pretty or easy to eat as before.

I think calling yourself a lamp is a bad analogy.

I've had the urge to pull a fire alarm just to see what happens.

The only piece of my mother's advice that I've blatantly ignored is to not go shopping when hungry.

I don't eat breakfast.

I've been called a female version of Holden.

I like the way I look in my underwear.

My brain has a hard time letting go, but my heart doesn't.

I feel like I've never had a real father figure.

Random question, #2. (Lesbian ghosts?)

My second random question to friends--this one is deeper, more meaningful than the last, I feel.

"If the whole world were listening, what would you say? Why?"

D:
"We're all the same people. We're all here together. We all need to make the best of it and not squandor the only home we've got." Because as a species, I fear for us. We use most of our time being angry, aggressive and destructive. We're very quickly robbing ourselves of a peaceful and lush place to live.

I: "
Do not live each day as though it were your last. Live each day as though it were your only. Do and be and love. You will never get another chance." If you had the whole world's advice, saying anything about any sort of policy pandering or liking everyone seems unlikely to really get across or to even work. I'd rather tell people to enjoy their lives. To do and be and love. Whatever philosophical connotations that implies for them is up for their own interpretations.

C: probably to announce my ture love ofr some1..... u know the hole - awwwwwwww moment

W:
you're all retarded. why? because we need to stop killing each other, but just can't for some reason.

Mine: Hey, everyone. Look: Love, laugh, live. Do whatever makes you happy, as long as you don't hurt anyone else. No goal is too high. We're all capable of being amazing. Yeah, even you.

(More to be added as they come.)





Shouldn't throw rocks if you live in fragile fairytales.

What do you do when your feelings for someone change?

It's not like I love them.

It's not like I want to spend the rest of my life with them.

I just want to go with the flow.

The flow, for me, says we could have a lot of fun together in these last few months of the year.

But I second-guess the flow.

What happens if they don't feel the same?

What happens if I get rejected?

I've always had a fear of rejection.

You might not guess that if you know me.

But when it comes to other people that I know well--rejection is the worst scenario.

Do I distance myself? Avoid them? Even if I don't get rejection thrown in my face, I could easily be fucking the rest of my life up with the possibility of unnecessary distractions in this stage of my life.

But what if it turns out to be the biggest mistake of my life, to distance myself?

What if I could really be happy with them?

What if they want the same thing?

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Shopping for moi!

Like most girls (note I said most, not all) I love shopping. I love shopping for electronics, for video games, for food, but most of all, for clothes.

As it's getting to be autumn now, of course comes the love for autumn trends, and from there, a lust to shop.

Here's just some lovely things I intend to get this autumn.


1. Greyhound Tour Tunic
This tunic dress is just too cute--the neck is awesome. I don't own too many dresses, so... yeah, yummy.


2. Pollution Effect Tee
It's cute. It sends a message. It's cute. What more would I want in a graphic tee?

3. V-Neck Lambswool Sweater
I saw it in Old Navy and felt it--soooo soft and warm! The heather-like texture and speckles make it adorable, to boot.

Yeah, clothes. Mmm.

Monday, October 20, 2008

I love my best friend.

"Belly button lint confuses me! I don't understand how it gets there! I mean, I get some every day and it's not even the same color of the shirt I'm wearing!"

Casey, maybe there's little gnomes that come and shove lint into your belly button every night while you are asleep.

Judge a book by its cover.

Okay, so I've been having a huge interest in hilarious and horrible book covers. Here's some for you wonderful readers.

These aren't even photoshopped.

Exposing books for what they really are! Thanks MGK.

If it were just the pictures, wouldn't you guess these titles, too?

Again, not photoshopped, though the commentary is freakin' hilarious.

It's titles and covers like those that teach young writers who have yet to publish, like me, life lessons the easy way.

Poetry feature 10/20/08

as it happens

"Who told you this would be easy?" she said, eyes glittering like sea-wet stones. A flush, gentle as rain, rose in her cheeks.

Nobody, nobody, the voice in his head clammered, I'm sorry, sorry, my love, it is blessed, it must be; I cannot ever deny love.

At that moment he met her eyes and it occured to him that we live only in moments, arranged as it happens. Someday we shall live entirely in nothing but a single kiss.

--Kyle Parrish

MySpace bulletins and the cosmic concept of luck.

So you know those chain bulletins on MySpace and the similar e-mails? The ones that say "you'll die in seven days if you don't repost this" or "you'll have relationship problems for the next five years if you don't send this to someone else"? What if those were real?

Like, obviously, they aren't, but what if, by some stroke of bad luck brought upon me by the universe, I didn't repost one of those fucking stupid things and now I'm doomed to all of those horrible threats at the end of each one? It's ridiculous, I know, and I'm not saying it's happened. But what if?

I mean, think about it. Sometimes, certain people always have a knack for one outcome of a situation. A friend of mine, when playing Super Smash Brothers: Brawl, always gets Munchlax whenever he throws a pokeball in the game. It's stupid, right? Stupid to believe that there's even the remote possibility that something is influencing that, but what are the odds? When iTunes is on shuffle for another of my friends, "Baby got Back" is always, unfailingly, the fifth song that plays. Not when she tries to show someone, mind you, but she's told me and I certainly believe it.

I'm probably crazy, and it's funny to think about, but what if all of those "you'll have bad luck for seven years," "you'll have horrible relationships for the next five years," and "you'll be plagued with a feeling of self-doubt far beyond your years for the rest of your life" all came true for me because I didn't repost some stupid fucking bulletin on MySpace?

I don't think it's beyond the realm of possibility.

But maybe I just have a knack for dating assholes, naturally bad judgment, and a sense of self-doubt far beyond my years. Maybe.

I think the bad luck part, at least, is the fault of MySpace.

Sunday, October 19, 2008

Oh, goodness... What to do?

Any advice would be so much appreciated.

I have a friend who totally inappropriately bitched at another friend (they aren't friends with each other, but they're both friends of mine) in front of a large group of people. It was entirely uncalled for and while I love them both, I know she was in the wrong. I feel like I need to speak up about my feelings, because she needs to know that it wasn't okay, but I don't know how to do it without risking sounding like a bitch myself.

E-mail is a possibility, of course, but she could take it the entirely wrong way because it'll be without intonation, as things online tend to be.

A phone conversation is another option, but without seeing my face it might seem definitely impersonal, which would be bad.

Lastly, we could talk in person, but what if she gets offended and decides to scream at me? I don't fancy that idea at all.

Oh, what a dilemma.

Saturday, October 18, 2008

Quotes for my life--love.

"I'm afraid to love afraid to love so fast, because every time I fall in love it never seems to last"

Friday, October 17, 2008

Penn & Teller, lesbians, hybrid cars, and nukes.

I love Penn & Teller, especially their 'Bullshit!' show on Showtime. They take modern issues and expose them for the bullshit that they are. Granted, it's a bit biased against whatever issue is brought up, but they do better than, say, Michael Moore in showing both sides of an issue.

One of my favorite episodes, next to Prostitution, Boy Scouts, and Life Coaching, is one of season five's episodes called Energy Crisis. It talks about how we wouldn't have an energy crisis if we would embrace nuclear power, and I definitely agree. People are scared of nuclear power because of nuclear bombs, which have nothing to do with nuclear power, and because of incidents like Chernobyl and Three Mile Island. However, as Penn & Teller point out, no American was affected negatively, besides being scared, by Three Mile Island. Chernobyl, while a terrible accident, has ways of being prevented now.

We have new ways to get rid of nuclear waste, and nuclear power is more cost-effective and safer than most forms of power. Modernly designed nuclear power plants would be exponentially safer than the nuclear power plants we have running now, which were built in the 1970s or before. The US hasn't built a new one since then, but we have plans for power plants that would be more safe than we could imagine; fact is, we're just too scared to do it.

Another thing I loved about this episode was the bashing of the Prius, and hybrid cars in general. The car weighs more from having two engines, its mileage is no better than a lot of straight gas cars, and the batteries have even more problems. The gas you end up saving by having half electric power is negated by the bullshit that happens with the batteries.

The best part was the lesbians they had on a date to test the Prius, though. Hot.

Alternative energy can be cool, too!

I've been thinking a lot about what's important in the upcoming election that has our nation buzzing. Foreign policy is definitely important--all the stuff going on in the Middle East is affecting us more than most people would like to admit--but I don't think it should be the top of the heap in our priorities. Our economy definitely needs some attention, as well; however, I think the most important thing we can deal with is alternative energy sources.

When I think about it extensively, some of the biggest problems with our economy and even foreign policy would be solved if we just found a few reliable, easily accepted, alternative sources of energy. Let's face it--we're running out of oil, and the more we use, the more global warming is, well, heating up. If we find another way to power our transportation industry, as well as all the other oil-reliant parts of our world, life would be so much easier...

This is a small step, but a really friggin' sweet one, in my opinion. This Dutch dance club called WATT just opened; while dancing, each dancer can look down to see a meter measuring how much energy they're generating. The toilets are run with rainwater from the roof, and drinks are stored in the basement so that refrigerators are hardly necessary. The place saves 30% on energy and carbon emissions, and 50% on water and waste, compared to other nightclubs.

Not only is this super cool, it's also amazingly efficient. When thinking about things like hybrid cars, which don't really save as much as companies claim, it's good to know that a hybrid nightclub is getting better results.

I totally want to go to Holland for a night out, now.

Thursday, October 16, 2008

I love to laugh.

Here are some things that made me laugh lately.

(This is totally taken out of context, but it's still funny.)
tessykinsss (10:52:15 PM): i hate frisbee
someone (10:52:29 PM): so you hate me?
tessykinsss (10:54:24 PM): what?
tessykinsss (10:54:26 PM): you're not a frisbee
tessykinsss (10:54:27 PM): lol
someone (10:55:30 PM): ah ha!

These are so true, made me fall over laughing.

This has gotten a lot of hits lately. I'm not a maverick for linking to it.

It's middle school all over again.

I love doing this, and I love waking up to find it done to me, too.

And this, because it's oh-so-true.

I hope they make you laugh as much as I did. :) Enjoy.

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Millions of peaches... and other plants, too. (Random question)

I'm going to start asking my friends random questions and have them answer. (It's like the opposite of Dr. Immel's method, I just realized after doing it. Haha.)

For privacy's sake, I'm only going to put people's first initial by their answer (except for my answer). And yes, I asked permission to use them first! I'm such a nice person.

Question for 10/14/08: If you had to choose to be any kind of plant, what would you be?

T: venuz fly trap
because theyre manly
like me

I: A Banyan Tree.
Because it seems to skip about the ground.

J: victreebell
CUZ VICTREEBEL PWNED BITCHES LIKE NO ONES BUSINESS

W: my answer is oak tree
its big, and tough, stuff like that. basically what i would want to be as a plant. i cant go anywhere, but unless you have an axe/chain saw/cutting device, you're not getting fucked with
also acorns! :D

D: Ivy
It's full, pretty, sturdy, waves in a breeze, and all the while it continues to grow outward and upward always reaching further while holding on

K: cypress tree
because they are... i dunno i just like them

W: I'd be a holly bush
Falling into those fuckers hurts.

Z: probably a dark red rose
because i would want something darker, but not something simple. Something teeming with life, but shows what is undoubtedly coming

My answer is a peach tree, because peaches are freakin' delicious.

I'd have to say, though, the funniest answer is this...

"mars"

...she misread the question. <3

If everyone put forth the effort...

...we'd all be happy in love.

This article on good relationships and how to make them is really an awesome read. I also agree with it whole-heartedly, and it's the first list of things about contributing to a relationship that I've ever found and fully agreed with.

The one thing I would say they missed is communication--maybe it's too obvious? I just always found that my relationships weren't great because we were each too afraid to talk to the other about something, or one of us was feeling differently than the other and we were too scared to talk about it. Don't be afraid--speak up. That's the only thing I would add to this great list.

Monday, October 13, 2008

Walk a mile in their shoes.

Being in the mindset of a crazy person for too long is dangerous, I've realized.

I've been writing for my crazy project. I'm writing as a non-gender-specific character who is completely paranoid and deranged to the point where they believe a) they're the only one who knows the fate of the world and b) the fate of the world is that the sun will swallow the earth in hellish fire. They're afraid of the sun, fire, and light in general--the nurse moves their bed closer to the window every few months, and they watch the sunset every morning to make sure it's not the day the world will end.

Anyway, I really get into whatever character I'm playing/writing--not to a crazy degree, understand (I don't start being a creeper after playing my pedo-vampire at Shadows Crossing) but I do get immersed to the point where I sometimes lose track of things.

For instance, I just looked up, realized it was still light, and felt a bit uncomfortable--not freaking out like the character in my crazy journal would be, but enough that it wasn't true to how I really am. It's an odd sensation.

Sometimes, I feel more heroic the day after playing my Hunter at Crackside, or I feel a little more maternal after playing my werewolf, Chloe. I dunno. I guess that's just the kind of writer/actor I am. Pretending to see through someone else's eyes really does a number on me.

Saturday, October 11, 2008

Stargazing

It's answers like these that make me ask people what they're thinking about.

"What are you thinking about?"

"How perfect this is."

"How perfect what is?"

"This."

I squeezed your hand for a reason. I had a ton of fun tonight--you're amazing. Thanks. <3

Thursday, October 9, 2008

Rambling. Maybe I'll fine-tune it to make sense later.

I've come to realize that the job market in Rohnert Park (and NorCal in general) sucks. So does the economy, so does money in general. It's the root of all evil and whatnot, but it also makes the world go 'round. So evil makes the world go 'round?

More important than silly sayings, money enables us to eat, live comfortably, and buy materialistic things that probably shouldn't matter, but who doesn't like a new pair of shoes or a new video game?

I probably sound selfish, talking about how it's okay to want money to buy things we don't really need: cute clothes, electronics, Starbucks; there are plenty of people all over the world who would give their lives just to keep their children fed for a week. But when you think about it, is there really any way to fix that? Even if the entire planet is rich, will everyone ever have all the same things?

My philosophy on life is a complex and hard-to-explain one, but it basically sums up to this: happiness is enlightenment, it's the ultimate goal. Make yourself happy, no matter what you need to do--be who you want to be, because that's the key to being happy. Life's some kind of huge competition, and you win if you live a long, happy life, in my eyes.

In tune with my own philosophy, you should be who you want to be because you'll be happier that way, and making yourself as happy as you can is the ultimate goal with life. Things make us happy. Whether they're events, ideas, thoughts, relationships, or physical objects, things make us happy. We need money for most things--not thoughts or ideas, but some people without education or means can't remember, execute, or write down what's on their mind. Some of us have money and some of us don't--neither one is usually the person in question's fault or doing. It's just fate, how things work, life in general.

So whether you're made happy by a new car or just food for the day, whether it takes money to make you happy or not, try and be who you want to be, whatever floats your boat.

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

I'd just like you to know... (Part one)

I have off days a lot.

I get angry.

I get happy.

I'm too confident about some things.

I'm too timid about others.

I drink.

I don't smoke, but I don't care if you do.

I respect others' beliefs, but I would die for mine.

I love questioning the world around me.

I like being cold as compared to being hot.

I'm usually not serious, but I know when I should be.

I don't always do what I should.

I'll try nearly anything once.

I'm sexual.

I'm bisexual.

I sometimes cry.

I hate when people see me cry.

I bite my nails.

I rarely qualify people as ugly.

I hate sand in my shoes.

Friday, October 3, 2008

Days like these make life worth living.

The rain's falling now, and has been pretty much nonstop since late this afternoon. It's my favorite kind of weather.

I try not to make posts telling about my day, because, well, it's boring to read, generally, and I hate diaries/journals whatever. But on days like this, I want to record it so I can always go back and remember it; maybe it'll remind people who had shit days that there are amazing days, too.

Skipped my first class this morning. Smartest thing I did all week.

Watched Cuckoo's Nest.

Lunch with Colton, Kevin, Caitlyn, and Baker, which was totally fun. Some of my best friends, plus a guy I'm starting to get to know pretty well, as well as grilled cheese and a 3 Musketeers bar--what more could a girl hope for?

Worked in the shop. Love it.

After I left, I went outside and a group of folks were playing hide-and-seek, which I gladly joined. It was so fun.

Afterward I biked to Ross and bought two cute shirts and an awesome pair of shoes. So stoked! Alex met me there and made sure I was right about being cute before we went to Target. We got Cokes and candy, and I got a cute purse that was on sale, and we went to the movies.

Joy, Brian, Andrew, Colton, Alex, and I saw Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist together, which was freakin' amazing. I love the book, but the movie was pretty damn good, too.

We went to Baker's Square and had food later; Andrew and Brian had crepes, Joy had soup and a sammich, Alex had grilled cheese and dino-tots (jealous) from the kids' menu, Colton had a piece of pecan pie, and I had a brownie a la mode and a piece of cornbread.

Everyone but Colton and I were in the same car, so they went back to it, and Colton walked with me to where I'd parked my bike a few blocks away and we talked the whole way. His ride picked him up, and then I biked home in the dark (which I love).

Now I'm at home, waiting for Marty to show up and hang out for a few hours.

I love Fridays.

Thursday, October 2, 2008

Half-assed or overdone?

So we all know about those little chores around the house--replacing the toilet paper, refilling the soap dispenser, clearing the drain, whatever. I realized that everyone either procrastinates and puts them off until the absolute last minute, or they do them and can't stop--like, my mom, she'll replace the soap and then clean the counter followed by mopping the floor prior to bleaching the toilet bowl and then she'll clean the shower and top it all off by dusting the lights. Whereas I'll just get sick of using body wash to wash my hands after peeing and I'll refill the soap dispenser and leave the soap out.

Yep, this is my big realization for today.

Friday, September 26, 2008

Dreams aren't so fickle.

So I had this dream last night, and I just told Joy about it, but I figured I should write it down.

In my dream, I had a pet giraffe in my bedroom. He ate mostly my leftovers, and he was very cute. Then, my cat, Gwyn, had kittens, even though she's fixed. They were freaking adorable, and tiny. Then I somehow had a pet alpaca, and the giraffe hated it, so it kept trying to kick it. It accidentally almost kicked one of the kittens, though! So I moved them to the living room, and moved the alpaca to the back yard. Then, the next day, I realized that one of the kittens wasn't actually a housecat, but it was a FREAKING PANTHER and it was like hella bigger than the others on the second day. I was petting it and it started growling and totally tweaking out so I moved it to the kitchen and tied it to the fridge.

I went in to check on my giraffe and his front legs were hella tiny and one of his hooves fell off! And I was like, "Oh, no, what happened?!" And he was like (yes, he TALKED), "I guess I'm not eating enough. That casserole last night was tasty, though." I felt really bad so I moved a tree into my room so he could eat, and then he got big and fat again. Yay!

I had another dream after that where I was applying for a residency at a hospital, and in the application process they diagnosed me with this rare disease where there was like a bead of stuff in my veins and they had to take it out. I was freaking out and crying, and then they told me I couldn't be a resident there because I wasn't reacting well under pressure. WHISKEY TANGO FOXTROT?! I was so pissed.

Anyway, those were my amazing dreams. Yeah, I think it was my brain's rebellion against me for forgetting to set my alarm last night. Well, you win this time, brainy, but by golly, I'll get you yet.

I'm hyper, by the by.

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Autumn overnight.

Better weather means better moods. The weather yesterday was brilliant--never got above 85, and last night was very chilly, good for cuddling with a certain someone. This morning I awoke to find it mild, grey, and misting--my favorite! Not cold in the slightest--it's about sixty--and it looks like it'll be this way most of the day. Thank goodness.

Just got out of philosophy--I honestly love that class so much. We started on track, talking about love and what it means to love, and somehow we got on topics of religion, and from there it went straight to talking about politics--way to turn ancient philosophy about as modern as it gets.

I get to present on The Symposium next week, meaning I get to talk about what love is, and how it relates to humanity. Exciting!

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

You just managed to catch me on a bad day.

What is a bad day to me?

A bad day is when my brain is ruminating and I'm so distracted that I can't even focus on things I love.

It's when I keep seeing what's wrong with me, be it physically or characteristically, and I can't fix it.

But no matter what, I remind myself: this too shall come to pass.

Only thing to do is surround myself with friends, family, video games, and TV.

I've managed to stay an optimist this long, why give up now?

Monday, September 1, 2008

Fact: Depression makes me feel invisible.

This will probably make it even harder to understand.

Have I ever been present?
Or am I fading like the moon, a crescent in the sky?
Depression and depressant alike get rid of ebullience.

As I emerge an adolescent-
One who seeks to augment and reinvent her intent to repent-
My mind is not quiescent.

The bees of thought are buzzing and incessant
Their resent extended and outspent
Until all but the loneliest percent are stinging
Bringing me their discontent in the form of little needles in my brain.

I cannot see, the incandescent
light is blinding and fluorescent
And my olfactory cemented shut
With the scent of lament and tears.
This segment torments my indentured senses.

Ideas of loneliness tumescent
Fermenting to the exent of my patience
About myself, so obsolescent.
I am not effervescent, I cannot prevent the lack of luminescence in my soul.

But then just like the moon, convalescent,
I will have an incipient, a rebirth, efflorescence will be my middle name.
A new moon of my life where I will be iridescent, like a shining disc in the sky.

Sage Francis inspires me.

Rhymes are fun, but with meaning, they can be thought-provoking.

Oh, exploitable!

Don't get me wrong, I have pet peeves, as well. I hate when people make smacking sounds while they eat or drink, hate being interrupted, hate being told I'm understood while I'm blatantly ignored, hate vegetables on burgers, stuff like that. Everyone has the little things that bug them, I'm quite sure, but this pet peeve and the exploitation thereof is one of the funniest damn things...

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My thought is "fewer" relates to units while "less" relates to a quality or state of being. Basically, "If you can count them, use the word 'fewer' and if you can't, it's 'less'".'


This person probably also has a pet peeve of people saying "ATM machine" while ATM stands for "automatic teller machine," or even more picky, they probably get in a bunch upon hearing "LCD monitor," which means "liquid crystal display monitor" and technically you don't need the "monitor" when you've already got the "display," so you can just say "LCD." Fine, pet peeve, whatever, if they're reading this they're probably perturbed by my run-on sentences too. Self-proclaimed grammar nazis are fine in my book, because I know how upsetting some tiny things can be.

Am I a horrible person if I try and understand this person's annoyance at the simple butcheries of English, yet still find this XKCD strip hilarious, and do similar things myself?

http://cu.nniling.us/

Not always similar, though--sometimes I just use words like "irregardless" to get a reaction.

Oh yeah, weekends mean something again.

It's been two months since weekends have really meant something. But I remember why I like them so much now--they're a reprieve.

This Saturday was also the most serious Saturday I think I've ever had in my life.

I learned that optimism really is the best policy for me.

My cat is in my top bunk.

I'm talking to Tarmander. Hi, Tarmander!

I'm going to make an archive of all the characters I've ever thought up, and the variants on them. That's probably going to be my next project, once I get into the swing of this bloggy thing.

I'm most definitely passing out now.

I'm only allowing myself seven hours of sleep. Moderation!

Friday, August 29, 2008

Well-behaved women rarely make history

I do tend to misbehave a lot--whether it's giving people shit for their misconceptions about the world, being blunt with my thoughts, or arguing with people I probably shouldn't provoke, I generally do it for a reaction. One of my mottos is that rules are there to be broken, and boundaries are there to be challenged. Loopholes are some of my best friends, and I love awkward situations.

Maybe this is going to harm me at some point in my life, but so far it's only made things more interesting. I'm willing to take the risk, because if there's anything that I want to avoid, it's a boring life.

That's what I would do, too.


http://www.sirmikeofmitchell.com/

How could you not?


Thursday, August 28, 2008

Ceteris paribus...

All else being equal...

I had my second Ancient Philosophy class today. We talked briefly about the Meno dialogue, but we're continuing it next week, because the books were in later and only a few of us got the reading and response done.

We somehow had a segway into discussing the Olympics. We determined that cheating means an unfair advantage achieved by going outside set boundaries for any activity, and that perhaps steroids should be an accepted method of Olympian competition, but should be separated from the natural athletes. It was an entertaining conversation, actually. The Olympics are amazing, what with all the interaction from all over the world, the showcasing of culture and bragging rights gained by the best athletes and their respective countries. I'm fascinated by them--also, they're hella fun to watch.

I was actually wondering, the other day, how racism would be dealt with at the Olympics. With so many nations of so many ethnicities present, I figure there must be some amount of it; considering it's such a traditional, revered event, I'm sure it's not tolerated.

Beyond that, I started thinking about the difference between discriminating against someone for their race and their culture. People make light of African American culture, but then discriminate against blacks for their skin color. There are many Asian stereotypes, but there's a difference between all Asians being good at math and all Japanese people liking anime. What's it called when someone is treated differently because of their country's culture, rather than their heritage and ethnicity?

I'm done rambling. Time to cook up some Chinese food, watch more CSI, dread the hundred-degree weather, and go to the beach this evening.