Name: Ianthe M. Belisle Dempsey
Age: 17
Favorite philosopher: Ralph Waldo Emerson
Age: 17
Favorite philosopher: Ralph Waldo Emerson
Been there
Time travel
And, yes!!
I say that time travel
Really does already exist
But not through the sciences
And through physics
But it exists within the power
Of our own minds
To illuminate our own memories
And now through some
Subliminal hypnotic state of mind
One can recede back
Into one's own previous life
Not to extract precise, minute details
But to re-inhabit vague transcendental experiences of pre-existential... optimism
A time before any ability to reason
Is actually set
A time before logic covers
All the dimensions of our thinking
And if we're lucky
We can even dissolve back
To a time of glorious, superhuman
Space and time
A time when all things seem possible
Time travel
And, yes!!
I say that time travel
Really does already exist
But not through the sciences
And through physics
But it exists within the power
Of our own minds
To illuminate our own memories
And now through some
Subliminal hypnotic state of mind
One can recede back
Into one's own previous life
Not to extract precise, minute details
But to re-inhabit vague transcendental experiences of pre-existential... optimism
A time before any ability to reason
Is actually set
A time before logic covers
All the dimensions of our thinking
And if we're lucky
We can even dissolve back
To a time of glorious, superhuman
Space and time
A time when all things seem possible
check these sweet tunes.
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Ier!
If I cared about wagons. The fact of the matter is, historically I fail at blogging. I've had a number of them, the best of which somehow transmogrified into this terribly bullshit-introspective emo work from what was once a brilliant political blog.
The thing about all of my other blogs, though, is that they were never directly just laundry lists of the sort of business transactions occurring during my day, which is invariably what this is to become. I haven't decided yet whether this will be a blog in which I try to be as witty and lovable as possible to win the adorations of my three and a half potential readers, or one in which I actually just ... state things. Considering that this is one of the most effective methods of procrastination, like, ever, I think I have time to cultivate some sort of admirable character to write these posts.
With that said, what even happened today? Ah...absolutely nothing. This is an excellent preview as to what this blog will be like, lots of rambling about how much rambling will occur. You'd think at the point where I recognise this recursiveness I would attempt to put a stop to it.
Something interesting must be occuring....hm. Well, I've been listening to a lot of Romanian rap music lately. I have no idea why, but I just can't get enough Paraziţii and I find myself getting obnoxiously into 'Limbaj de Cartier' by B.U.G. Mafia. Speaking of which, I've found it's fun to find alternate ways to spell words that could still make sense by some laws of language. That was THE WORST transition between topics ever. No creativity.
But this occurred to me in thinking about how the 'ier' in 'cartier' is like 'ee-yay', so I decided 'ier' was vastly superior to 'yay', as is 'heauxly' to 'holy' and lesailles as opposed to 'le sigh'.
I just reread that sentence, and I can't think of any reason why anyone should care...
Lesailles.
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Now playing: MC Lars - iGeneration
via FoxyTunes
It's not that I'm jumping on the bandwagon. If anything, I was born on the wagon, but we got into an accident with a drunk horse-and-buggy driver and I flew off the wagon, and I've been trying to climb back on ever since.
If I cared about wagons. The fact of the matter is, historically I fail at blogging. I've had a number of them, the best of which somehow transmogrified into this terribly bullshit-introspective emo work from what was once a brilliant political blog.
The thing about all of my other blogs, though, is that they were never directly just laundry lists of the sort of business transactions occurring during my day, which is invariably what this is to become. I haven't decided yet whether this will be a blog in which I try to be as witty and lovable as possible to win the adorations of my three and a half potential readers, or one in which I actually just ... state things. Considering that this is one of the most effective methods of procrastination, like, ever, I think I have time to cultivate some sort of admirable character to write these posts.
With that said, what even happened today? Ah...absolutely nothing. This is an excellent preview as to what this blog will be like, lots of rambling about how much rambling will occur. You'd think at the point where I recognise this recursiveness I would attempt to put a stop to it.
Something interesting must be occuring....hm. Well, I've been listening to a lot of Romanian rap music lately. I have no idea why, but I just can't get enough Paraziţii and I find myself getting obnoxiously into 'Limbaj de Cartier' by B.U.G. Mafia. Speaking of which, I've found it's fun to find alternate ways to spell words that could still make sense by some laws of language. That was THE WORST transition between topics ever. No creativity.
But this occurred to me in thinking about how the 'ier' in 'cartier' is like 'ee-yay', so I decided 'ier' was vastly superior to 'yay', as is 'heauxly' to 'holy' and lesailles as opposed to 'le sigh'.
I just reread that sentence, and I can't think of any reason why anyone should care...
Lesailles.
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Now playing: MC Lars - iGeneration
via FoxyTunes
Ianthe. posted at 11:48 PM