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.
Thursday, December 20, 2007
I'm going to get shorts that say 'Djibouti' on the back.
I'm not sure if it's just that I'm slow or if it's in part that I, like probably many others, speak a language without ever thinking about words. Actually, the more I think about it, the more I'm assured that it's more the former than the latter. Last year when walking to math class I had a revelation and realised that they call the shoes 'flip-flops' because when you walk they hit your heels and go flip-flop.
Immediately afterwards, I proceeded to run down the hallway to celebrate my epiphany. Sometime this year I forgot the name of the guy on the Cap'n Crunch box, only to remember that his name is, in fact, Cap'n Crunch. Does this fall under the category of common sense? I'm really, really slow. This is why I haven't been reading much as of late, it's gotten to the point where I have to read a sentence five times before it actually registers rather than the way reading is supposed to go, you just sort of absorb the words off of the page and make them into fluid images...well, that's how it used to go for me, at least.
Why is it that the later it gets, and the more urgent tasks become, the more work I put into rationalising my lack of work ethic? Why can't I just sit down and do the work instead of putting all of my effort into making up reasons why it's okay to not be working? I'm insufferable.
Why do 'flammable' and 'inflammable' mean the same thing? I hate English. It's such an illogical language. By hate, I mean love. I love words. I'm a serious logophile, although you might not know it by the way I tend to use nouns as verbs, add '-age' to everything, and ask irrelevant and repetitive vague questions. Overcomplicating simple sentences is another staple of my verbal diet.
Ex., "Agh! I need to math! I do not enjoy this numberage."
Translation: "I really need to do my math homework, but there are a lot of problems that I don't really understand."
or,
"Can you make that apparatus occur in the general vicinity of the region of my current existence?"
Translation: "Can you bring that thing over here?"
or,
"What? What? Why is this existing? Why is this true? This is lies. What?"
Translation: "Unbelievable."
I haven't written such riveting personal narratives like such as (the Iraq) since I kept up with my LiveJournal. Which I haven't as of late. I should really do some work or studying or something like that. Hmph.
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Now playing: Pavement - Cut Your Hair
via FoxyTunes
We made peanut brittle in chemistry today. It's not even like it was part of a lab or anything, we just straight up made peanut brittle. And then I realised when I went to get a bit of it that it's called brittle because it breaks because it's brittle...
I'm not sure if it's just that I'm slow or if it's in part that I, like probably many others, speak a language without ever thinking about words. Actually, the more I think about it, the more I'm assured that it's more the former than the latter. Last year when walking to math class I had a revelation and realised that they call the shoes 'flip-flops' because when you walk they hit your heels and go flip-flop.
Immediately afterwards, I proceeded to run down the hallway to celebrate my epiphany. Sometime this year I forgot the name of the guy on the Cap'n Crunch box, only to remember that his name is, in fact, Cap'n Crunch. Does this fall under the category of common sense? I'm really, really slow. This is why I haven't been reading much as of late, it's gotten to the point where I have to read a sentence five times before it actually registers rather than the way reading is supposed to go, you just sort of absorb the words off of the page and make them into fluid images...well, that's how it used to go for me, at least.
Why is it that the later it gets, and the more urgent tasks become, the more work I put into rationalising my lack of work ethic? Why can't I just sit down and do the work instead of putting all of my effort into making up reasons why it's okay to not be working? I'm insufferable.
Why do 'flammable' and 'inflammable' mean the same thing? I hate English. It's such an illogical language. By hate, I mean love. I love words. I'm a serious logophile, although you might not know it by the way I tend to use nouns as verbs, add '-age' to everything, and ask irrelevant and repetitive vague questions. Overcomplicating simple sentences is another staple of my verbal diet.
Ex., "Agh! I need to math! I do not enjoy this numberage."
Translation: "I really need to do my math homework, but there are a lot of problems that I don't really understand."
or,
"Can you make that apparatus occur in the general vicinity of the region of my current existence?"
Translation: "Can you bring that thing over here?"
or,
"What? What? Why is this existing? Why is this true? This is lies. What?"
Translation: "Unbelievable."
I haven't written such riveting personal narratives like such as (the Iraq) since I kept up with my LiveJournal. Which I haven't as of late. I should really do some work or studying or something like that. Hmph.
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Now playing: Pavement - Cut Your Hair
via FoxyTunes
Ianthe. posted at 9:36 PM