Huh.
I just read a really interesting NY Times article about how much the brain trusts each of our five senses. Which one does the brain trust the most?
Hearing!
It was much to my surprise, but there was this great line in the article that got me really thinking about how it may very well be true:
"Click click click. You can listen to a series of clicks at 20 beats per second and know they are separate clicks rather than a single continuous tone. Run a series of images together at 20 frames per second and ... welcome to the movies."
I'm depressed that in May, I declared that this would be the best summer ever and now there is no one to spend it with me and make it so.
One flawless summer with good weather, absence of romantic drama, and the people I love. Too much to ask?
In eight days, I shall rise from four stories below ground, beaten, bruised and probably covered in shrapnel.
‘Cause right now I can’t read too good.
Don’t send me no letters no.
Not unless you’re gonna mail them
From Desolation Row.
I am sitting in FSM, doing some work with my laptop out and a pile of books weighing me down (by pile, I literally mean approximately 10 dictionary-sized books). In front of me is a couple, I'm guessing new, seeing as they can't keep their hands off of each other.
The boy just left to go get something from his apartment. Said he'd be back in half an hour. He even left all his stuff on the table. Kissing the girl, the boy tried to walk away, but the girl pulled him back for another kiss. She did this three times. Her boyfriend laughed each time.
Disgusting, right?
I would have thought so too, but I soon discovered myself smiling goofily. Partly because it's a beautiful day outside. Partly because I live constantly surrounded by strong, independent, analytic peers who know too much about human nature and fallibility for their own good. Every once in a while, I miss seeing two people who can simply abandon hesitation and express that they enjoy each other's love.
So my respect for barely 21 year old, Zac Efron continues to grow:
From GQ Magazine
... On Drinking
"I wasn't programmed by Disney. It's common
sense. If you're gonna be drunk with your friends, don't get wasted at
Chateau Marmont and hook up with some famous chick."
Bam. No purity ring bullshit. No daddy's little girl crap. Simply, if I drink, I'm not gonna be a dumbfuck about it.
Picking your nose with your middle finger is hard.
New artist I really enjoy. He's been compared to Eminem, but honestly, it's only because they're both white. He doesn't take himself hella seriously. It might take a couple of listens to warm up to him, but get into it!
I don't condone the video. It's a little lame, but then again he's only 20. My only quip with the song is that no one gets up at ten after a night of partying lol.
Wow! Time really has passed when you flip through facebook, find old high school classmates that you used to see everyday and now remember nothing about. Not the way their voice sounds or the way they acted. All you remember is how you felt about them.
I attended my very first Philosophy class ever yesterday!
Our professor laid down our semester by fleshing out one central idea: That nothing really exists but you as a thinking entity.
Not the people around you. Not the keyboard under your fingers. Not even your fingers.
No body.
Just your thoughts.
So, a thought occurred to me.
Your life is, in many ways, the ultimate religion. To put it differently, allow me to pose a question:
Look around your bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, classroom. Fixate your touch on one object; pen, toothbrush, whatever. How do you know that object is there? Is it because you can feel it? Of course. It's because you tell yourself you can feel it, but really what is this sensation of touch? Biology mixed with philosophy. Touch is instinct. No one ever taught you the "feeling" of touch. You just trust it. Believe in it.
Boiled down, your senses function largely through faith. Isn't that what religion is?
