Showing posts with label stuff i know nothing about. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stuff i know nothing about. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

"Be the change you want to see in the world"

- that Ghandi guy was quite the wordsmith.

What change do I want to see in the world? Gillyweed is up there. My superpower of choice in dreamland, if you were curious, is water breathing. Whenever I have those self-aware holy shit dude you are dreaming go nuts nights, if I ever find myself in the presence of water, the first thing I like to do is levitate into said water, then swim around. It's mind blowing. Probably as close of a feeling as I'll ever get to doing LSD, and even more probably the closest I'll ever get to breathing with my own lungs an no other assistance underwater.

But I digress.

The more manageable change I want to see in the world is more blog posting. For me, addictinggames has kind of run it's course. I feel like I've discovered/conquered every physics game the Internets has to offer, and youtube only goes so long before I truly feel like a waste of life.

So I turn to the blogosphere. Not a very big one in my world, but one that has just about everything I want.

That is, when there is new stuff to read. I'm done bitching and moaning about it though (well, following this, obviously). I know how I get when more important things take hold so who am I to judge? Instead, I'm going to be the change I want to see in the world. I'm going to subject you, the loyal readers, to whatever the heck I have been doing lately in my admittedly random-as-fuck (pardon the language...i was trying to keep this post clean) life.





Today, mid-procrastination, I found a few things of note.
1.) I really like this painting:



I wouldn't consider myself an art critic by any means, but once in a blue moon I see something that strikes my fancy. Funny thing is, I vividly remember seeing this in our AP Euro book back in sophomore year when we were talking about Renaissance art. Damn you photographic memory... The badassness in this particular piece of art lies in two facts. First, a quick wikipedia search shows that all the guys in the picture are ones you read about in the science/history books all through school. There is something about putting a face/body (fictional though it may be) to Ptolemy and Pythagoras that blows my mind a little. That's the nerd in me though.

Also, this little anecdote I came across adds a little pizazz to the piece:

Technically, this painting is titled "Philosophy," and it's merely the most famous of a series of four.

Raphael was painting that while Michelangelo was working on the Sistine Chapel ceiling (which is just down the hall, literally). On his breaks, Raphael used to sneak over and poke his head into the Sistine Chapel to see what Michelangelo was working on. If Michelangelo noticed him, he'd starting shrieking curses and throwing crap at him. (He hated Raphael. He was just about the only one.)


Even if it is completely false, the thought of Raphael running down the hall to give Michelangelo a big FUCK YOU MANE while the two are in the process of creating timeless masterpieces cracks me up.

I have two final thoughts; First, I love semi-colons and even though it was a stretch to use it here, I'm happy I did. Also, I doubt Raphael ever thought about the translatability of "The School of Athens" into a desktop background, but it still makes a pretty damn good one.

2.) This girl is pretty damn good, but has a little too much of a country twag for my regular-listening tastes. Quite the looker though:


3.) I love the idea of having a tattoo, but can't commit to any one idea. One minute I want this, the next I want something Latin. The latest is something literary. Maybe some Frost, a few select lines from Eliot, hell, even Hornby. Point: I have commitment issues.

Maybe that should be my tat. Right across the front of my chest:

I have commitment issues.

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

It's been two massively life altering years

...with more changes in my life than I'm sure I can ever recall since I first stepped foot on the campus of college. But one thing has remained the same; I'm still an ENTJ . Albiet a little more on the "E" side of things than I was back in the day (went from a 12/12/1/12 to a 22/12/1/22).

Does this sound like me? It sure as hell does to me, but then again I can't say I've exhaustively looked at the other options. I'm sure Momma would probably read this description and go "that's my boy," especially when it comes to the "strong sentimental streaks" that we "often hide from others as it is perceived as a weakness." She usually gets the brunt of those...

Should I be concerned or relieved that I have pretty much stayed the same - from a basic personality standpoint - "halfway" through college? Who knows. That's too big of a question for this post to answer.

Either way, I'm pretty surprised that I've stayed relatively the same. I have a good feeling that by the end of the year the "Extrovert" number will probably get even higher. Then again, my whole analysis of the ENTJ-ness of myself pretty much locks me even more into an ENTJ. Vicious cycle, it is.

As much as I blaze on psychology, it does have some pretty freakin' creepy/cool aspects. If anyone else knows what they are, or wants to take the quick version, post it.

I have no clue what the picture is supposed to mean... but it's pretty badass... so I'll take it!

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

$129,000 is the new $50,000



I love Time. I used to read it a lot when I had a study hall and could just go to the library and, well, read Time. Not so much anymore though.

The love is still there, as shown through this pretty cool article on essentially international health care, something I honestly care little about (I know I'm a terrible person). However, good writing can make me want to read just about anything.

Basically, some Stanford economists have gone back and looked at the price insurance companies are willing to pay for "quality life" for one year (currently $50,000), and discovered that with basically inflation, the true number should be nearly three times that.

My take: it would be greta if every single man, woman, and child in the world could somehow be promised $132,000 in health care, if the need arose. Probably not so feasible though.




In related news, NPR just did a segment on "This I Believe," called "What is the True Value of a Human Life?" They interview Kenneth Feinberg, who had to decide the amount of monetary compensation families of 9/11 victims and the Virginia Tech shooting victims would recieve. Pretty thought provoking stuff.


Overall Conclusion: [Yakov Smirnoff] In Capitalist America, money own you! [/Yakov] No but forrealsies, it is scary to think that the government can use money you don't have to control your healthcare, quality of life post-retirement, and most outlandishly, your grieving process.