moss is boss - SRC783
Photography these days has lost its Wow. I think its cause of the digitalness (forgive my poor grammar and bad spelling for its late and i dont care).
I dont mean to sound like a douchey hipster kid reminiscing about film but i think that theres a magic in holding a picture. Its a work of art. Now i find myself filling up my iphoto library with photos that dont move me but if they were real they would have a much bigger impact.
Its also the fact that a real photograph is something you can leave to history. a digital photograph will vanish once my computer gives up.
anyway. maybe ill print out the photos i like. that would be pretty cool i think.
Around the world around the wooooorld
totally irrelevant to my blog but super fucking cool
I’m ready to stop dreaming and start doing; I just don’t know where to start
It’s been a while since I’ve blogged so I figured why not do so now.
I’ve been thinking about infinity a lot lately. It’s sad that we find infinity in our world (eg. time, space, etc) but are not part of it. We all end up dying so we can never fully be part of it but I find myself seeking infinity all the time.
There is a certain romance about infinity that interests me. I wish I had infinite time to spend. I wish I could really take my time doing things and really appreciate them. I wish I could sit and enjoy this beautiful world we live in, its nature, its mysteries and its genius design. Our society has been shaped in a way that does not allow us to take our time. By the age of 18 most of us have to have decided what we want to do with our lives. Even though we don’t HAVE to choose, it’s considered “weird” not to; so weird in fact that it is viewed as a weakness many times. In a strange sense our lives have a schedule.
I think my interest in infinity can also be seen in my fascination with the night. As a youngster I always had a bed time, or went to bed by a certain time. If I wanted to stay up I would do so as long as I could and then would end up passing out. This has created a misconception in my mind; the misconception that the night is infinite. I have grown to believe that the dark and solidarity goes on forever. I enjoy the calm and time the night provides me, during which I can think uninterrupted by everyday aspects. As I have noticed in college, that is not true. I have spent a couple nights doing work all night until the rising sun. There’s always a disappointment when the sun rises and the infinity is ends. It has deprived me of my one and only sense of infinity.
On a brighter note, it is always refreshing to see the sun and realize that yesterday’s troubles are old and that new challenges are coming around.
With that I bid you farewell and good luck infinity hunting.
“How can you hate reading?! Reading is anything and everything in life!”- Father’s words, repeated from 1st grade to about a month ago before I went to college. Frankly I strongly despise reading. It takes forever and it takes serious focus and most importantly…interest, something many books to do not help me with.
I prefer to write but not all the time. My teachers, parents, everyone really always tell me to write my thoughts out and think things through as I write. Being a math person, I can’t do that. I can’t develop or progress or anything when I write.
My head is my sketch board. After a lot! of thought can I sit down and write. My writing is like a math equation. It must be perfect from start to finish. With that, I mean that I don’t like things not making sense or not having a certain track to follow.
All this being said, I much rather think than write or read. Maybe that’s why I was always good in english classes but hated them dearly.
Not much of a realization, but something I wanted to get out of my mind