I am a tangency.
I am an exclusive being of a reality perpetuated only by free will.
I am a mistake.
I am merely a ripple of possibility in a sea of indeterminable events.
I am the lion and the lamb.
I am able to burn and to quench.
I am observed to be what I am not.
I am the Yin and the Yang.
I am not observed to be what I am.
I am saved just as I am lost.
I am free just as I am enslaved.
I am an endless wave of ideals and a torrent of personae.
I am an enigma and an open book.
I am as simultaneous as I am varied.
I am red and blue.
I am the sky and the earth and the stars and the planets.
I am corn and potatoes.
I am a neutral being and an ally to all.
I am the enemy of my friends and the friend of my enemies.
I am a dichotomy and a coherency.
I am intended.
I am.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Monday, April 6, 2009
Here's I...and then this...
It was a strange day.
Imagine you're trying to do a routine sight translation of the Aeneid, in front of the whole class, but the Words on the page keep moving away from your eyes as they scan the page. That's annoying, right? It's as though they don't know their purpose - they were put there, a construction of Man, to be used by Man for Man. But they didn't know that. The Words...suddenly weren't conscious of that.
It was an interesting experience. The Words on the page suddenly developed a life of their own and decided they simply did not want to be read.
Some would certainly argue that this was a simple misunderstanding, and that the real motive behind the Words' attempts at eluding their superior was avoiding translation. It stands to reason, too. Words were put there to be read, as they are, taken objectively, always. The Words were understandably disgusted with my desire to force a meaning from them that they did not necessarily desire.
I would be upset as well. After all, do we not endow all our creations with a bit of our own consciousness?
Of course we do. Every creation of Man must relate to Man - otherwise it is of no use to us at all. What's the point of trying to use some invention or construct of Man that no person can actually understand? That's a natural paradox...if someone made it, someone can use it. But we aren't talking about material Things here, we're talking about Words. No one "makes" a Word or Words. Vergil, the great epic poet of late Rome, did not create Words when he wrote the Aeneid. He merely arranged them, imbuing them with his consciousness and his mindpower, his emotion and his will to encourage them to put forth the meaning he intended.
I found myself thinking all that, and at that moment in time, decided it was a gross violation of the will of the Words for me to attempt to squeeze them into some meaning they neither wanted nor deserved.
As soon as I came to that realization, the Words happily meandered back to their rightful place on the page. At Phoebi nondum patiens immanis in antro bacchatur vates, magnum si pectore possit excussisse deum...
And it was good.
Imagine you're trying to do a routine sight translation of the Aeneid, in front of the whole class, but the Words on the page keep moving away from your eyes as they scan the page. That's annoying, right? It's as though they don't know their purpose - they were put there, a construction of Man, to be used by Man for Man. But they didn't know that. The Words...suddenly weren't conscious of that.
It was an interesting experience. The Words on the page suddenly developed a life of their own and decided they simply did not want to be read.
Some would certainly argue that this was a simple misunderstanding, and that the real motive behind the Words' attempts at eluding their superior was avoiding translation. It stands to reason, too. Words were put there to be read, as they are, taken objectively, always. The Words were understandably disgusted with my desire to force a meaning from them that they did not necessarily desire.
I would be upset as well. After all, do we not endow all our creations with a bit of our own consciousness?
Of course we do. Every creation of Man must relate to Man - otherwise it is of no use to us at all. What's the point of trying to use some invention or construct of Man that no person can actually understand? That's a natural paradox...if someone made it, someone can use it. But we aren't talking about material Things here, we're talking about Words. No one "makes" a Word or Words. Vergil, the great epic poet of late Rome, did not create Words when he wrote the Aeneid. He merely arranged them, imbuing them with his consciousness and his mindpower, his emotion and his will to encourage them to put forth the meaning he intended.
I found myself thinking all that, and at that moment in time, decided it was a gross violation of the will of the Words for me to attempt to squeeze them into some meaning they neither wanted nor deserved.
As soon as I came to that realization, the Words happily meandered back to their rightful place on the page. At Phoebi nondum patiens immanis in antro bacchatur vates, magnum si pectore possit excussisse deum...
And it was good.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Whatever Comes to Mind...
Since it really doesn't pay to centralize everything, I have begun a joint blog project with a few friends at this new address.
That doesn't mean I will stop posting to this one, although it is likely I'll post a lot less. Interestingly enough, this blog is a RSS feed which is imported to my Facebook account (NullCoding is not).
So in the meantime, check out the rapidly expanding NullCoding blog...
That doesn't mean I will stop posting to this one, although it is likely I'll post a lot less. Interestingly enough, this blog is a RSS feed which is imported to my Facebook account (NullCoding is not).
So in the meantime, check out the rapidly expanding NullCoding blog...
Monday, March 9, 2009
Sexuality, Photography, and Theatre
Preferably at the same time!
No, but seriously. As of late I have had a lot on my plate and thought I might share it with you...
The school-wide survey on sexuality is in its final stages of analysis; results and an analysis article will be published in an upcoming issue of the school newspaper. I will also publish the article here for the sake of getting the message out there.
Additionally, I am looking to get the survey run at area private schools in order to gain a wider perspective and perhaps allow for me to write a more comprehensive article for the Main Line/Suburban Times and/or the Philadelphia Inquirer. I'd certainly appreciate input on this.
On a slightly more leisurely note, I've been pursuing photography as a minor pastime as of late. I'm very much an amateur, and have published some of my work on my DeviantArt page. Constructive feedback is welcome; most of these pictures were spontaneous, however, I do plan out the structure and angle of a great deal of my shots. It's really just a hobby but some pictures turn out surprisingly well.
Theatre dominates my life for the next week - hooray for spending 14 hours a day at school. This means internet activity will be limited to almost none at all. Besides that, I have to fit in a driver's license test, SAT testing, and an intense Chinese review session with a history quarterfinal, English essay, and my great big newspaper feature.
It's going to be a good week.
P.S. I don't plan on making any more "let-me-tell-you-whats-going-on-in-my-life" blog posts. Anyone who cares has a bit too much free time on their hands.
No, but seriously. As of late I have had a lot on my plate and thought I might share it with you...
The school-wide survey on sexuality is in its final stages of analysis; results and an analysis article will be published in an upcoming issue of the school newspaper. I will also publish the article here for the sake of getting the message out there.
Additionally, I am looking to get the survey run at area private schools in order to gain a wider perspective and perhaps allow for me to write a more comprehensive article for the Main Line/Suburban Times and/or the Philadelphia Inquirer. I'd certainly appreciate input on this.
On a slightly more leisurely note, I've been pursuing photography as a minor pastime as of late. I'm very much an amateur, and have published some of my work on my DeviantArt page. Constructive feedback is welcome; most of these pictures were spontaneous, however, I do plan out the structure and angle of a great deal of my shots. It's really just a hobby but some pictures turn out surprisingly well.
Theatre dominates my life for the next week - hooray for spending 14 hours a day at school. This means internet activity will be limited to almost none at all. Besides that, I have to fit in a driver's license test, SAT testing, and an intense Chinese review session with a history quarterfinal, English essay, and my great big newspaper feature.
It's going to be a good week.
P.S. I don't plan on making any more "let-me-tell-you-whats-going-on-in-my-life" blog posts. Anyone who cares has a bit too much free time on their hands.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Hello
I am.
Other than that, no, and the sky shall rain fire and sandstone.
You see that monument over there? Tis dedicated to me.
And then, out of nowhere, our physical surroundings dissolved, giving way to vivid images formed and forming in all our minds at once, and we were all spiraling downwards into the pit of psychedelic mystery; ecclesiastical references seeming more and more out-of-place as we metaphorically made our way at an unknown speed towards the final test of our perception of all things that are, and are not, and will never be, and yet will always manifest themselves in our mutual thoughts...
Where has gone the bygone era where only fools found refuge in the shadows of their own hearts the broken appliances need thrown out to better serve the greater good? To be or not to be, surely that could only help the fire below consume all that we ever worked for which would eventually crumble to dust, for to dust we shall return.
I have seen the grim prophecy, what's this white haze, it's a figment of my imagination of course! What about the ponderings of a worthless simple man stuck in the last dead world's dying light, can he see it too? There was the fantasy. Let me dwell inside your world of dreams. Midnight came and sucked up all that she ever hoped for through a thick glow in the dark straw like the kind from Friendly's. Yes I have been drawing, he said, when I noticed the walls were covered in Sharpie. It had a brilliant luminosity, the car drove a thousand miles to be tonight there where over under side right the only thing. Frog dashboard. Leather case for the didgeridoo!
Bear with them always and never let them go; your friends are the only ones you can confide in and confine you in. Thirty seven breaks the fish hangs the rope the advantage.
Now $4
Begun the novel?
Hear the psychedelic ramblings of the aged phonograph. Let them envelope you.
And everything goes to hell.
Other than that, no, and the sky shall rain fire and sandstone.
You see that monument over there? Tis dedicated to me.
And then, out of nowhere, our physical surroundings dissolved, giving way to vivid images formed and forming in all our minds at once, and we were all spiraling downwards into the pit of psychedelic mystery; ecclesiastical references seeming more and more out-of-place as we metaphorically made our way at an unknown speed towards the final test of our perception of all things that are, and are not, and will never be, and yet will always manifest themselves in our mutual thoughts...
Where has gone the bygone era where only fools found refuge in the shadows of their own hearts the broken appliances need thrown out to better serve the greater good? To be or not to be, surely that could only help the fire below consume all that we ever worked for which would eventually crumble to dust, for to dust we shall return.
I have seen the grim prophecy, what's this white haze, it's a figment of my imagination of course! What about the ponderings of a worthless simple man stuck in the last dead world's dying light, can he see it too? There was the fantasy. Let me dwell inside your world of dreams. Midnight came and sucked up all that she ever hoped for through a thick glow in the dark straw like the kind from Friendly's. Yes I have been drawing, he said, when I noticed the walls were covered in Sharpie. It had a brilliant luminosity, the car drove a thousand miles to be tonight there where over under side right the only thing. Frog dashboard. Leather case for the didgeridoo!
Bear with them always and never let them go; your friends are the only ones you can confide in and confine you in. Thirty seven breaks the fish hangs the rope the advantage.
Now $4
Begun the novel?
Hear the psychedelic ramblings of the aged phonograph. Let them envelope you.
And everything goes to hell.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Publicity for Room 101
My band has been gaining some local attention and now we're trying to really get our name out there.
Although it may not be possible for you to come to all our performances, your support still matters!
Check out our YouTube page and MySpace page for information and videos of our songs.
We love what we do...and hope you do as well.
Although it may not be possible for you to come to all our performances, your support still matters!
Check out our YouTube page and MySpace page for information and videos of our songs.
We love what we do...and hope you do as well.
Sunday, December 28, 2008
An addendum
At my brother's request, and by my own willingness, I will be amending the 'best of' post below and preceding this one to include Jimmy's (and Cristof's, should he wish to contribute) official 'Top ten biggest loads of bullshit of 2008'. :)
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