time to do one of those extra long; full of bs entries again. i had pulpy orange juice today. i imagined the orange a person, personified as a "juiced" human being. a theory proposed that all objects are as conscious as humans are. that apple right there feels you. nah, i mean it in a figurative manner. so the apple was conscious at the time of its death. wait i'm presenting an orange aren't i? so oranges are fully conscious at the time of their deaths. although lacking a brain, it's still grows in a network of cells based on a single framework. so although its consciousness isn't technically speaking congruous to ours, it still has the ability to think
cant come up with anything.
Argh! Attempted to make italian dressing but I failed. I couldn't evenly distribute the chunks of garlic, ground pepper and red peppers throughout my flask. The olive oil tasted bitter, forcing me toss fresh lettuce and olives into the trash. Yeah, I drench my vegetables in dressing all of the time. Better rid this garbage before it stinks up the whole dorm.
Several weeks ago, when the weather was still fine, I decided to eat my lunch on the upper quad, an expanse of lawn stretching across the north end of campus and hedged in by ancient pine trees on one side and university buildings on the other. Depositing my brown paper lunch bag on the grass beside me, I munched in silence, watching the trees ripple in the wind and musing over the latest in a series of "controversial" symposiums I had attended that morning. The speaker, an antiquated professor in suspenders and a mismatched cardigan, had delivered an earnest diatribe against modern tools of convenience like electronic mail and instant messaging programs. I thought his speech was interesting, but altogether too romantic.
My solitude was broken by two girls, deep in conversation, who approached from behind and sat down on the grass about ten feet to my left. I stared hard at my peanut butter sandwich, trying to not eavesdrop, but their stream of chatter intrigued me. They interrupted each other frequently, paused at the same awkward moments, and responded to each other's statements as if neither one heard what the other said. Confused, I stole a glance at them out of the corner of my eye. I could tell that they were college students by their style of dress and the heavy backpacks sinking into the grass beside them. Their body language and proximity also indicated that they were friends. Instead of talking to each other, however, each one was having a separate dialogue on her cell phone.
As I consider this peculiar scene, this morning's bleary-eyed lecturer again intruded into my thoughts. His point in the symposium was that, aside from the disastrous effects of emails and chatting on the spelling, grammar, and punctuation of the English language, these modern conveniences also considerably affect our personal lives. Before the advent of electronic mail, people wrote letters. Although writing out words by hand posed an inconvenience, it also conferred certain important advantages. The writer had time to think about his message, about how he could best phrase it in order to help his reader understand him, about how he could convey his emotions without the use of dancing and flashing smiley face icons. When he finished his letter, he had created a permanent work of art to which a hurriedly typed email or abbreviated chat room conversation could never compare. The temporary, impersonal nature of computers, Professor Spectacles concluded, is gradually rendering our lives equally temporary and impersonal.
And what about cell phones? I thought. I have attended classes where students, instead of turning off their cell phones for the duration of the lecture, leave the classroom to take calls without the slightest hint of embarrassment. I have sat in movie theathers and ground my teeth in frustration at the person behind me who can't wait until the movie is over to give his colleague a scene-by-scene replay. And then I watched each girl next to me spend her lunch hour talking to someone else instead of her friend. Like the rest of the world, these two pay a significant price for the benefits of convenience and the added safety of being in constant contact with the world. When they have a cell phone, they are never alone, but then again, they are never alone.
They may not recognize it, but those girls, like most of us, could use a moment of solitude. Cell phones make it so easy to reach out and touch someone that they have us confused into thinking that being alone is the same thing as being lonely. It's all right to disconnect from the world every once in a while; in fact, I feel certain that our sanity and identity as humans necessitates it. And I'm starting to think that maybe the Whimsical Professor ranting about his "technological opiates" is not so romantic after all.
Not watching snl
oh fuck no
no miley cyrus on snl please
watch as she uses her trained rhetoric.
"hey guys! so it's really cool to be hosting snl! Like, I have never dreamed of this moment! But, It's A Reality! Like, my New album is coming out on tuesday! so enjoy the show!"
jesus i really hope she's involved in some sexually insinuating bit.
edit: chapped milk
Just watched a ludicrous commercial about an automatic soap dispenser.
The pull was: "Your soap pump is full of bacteria"
But aren't you going to wash your hands with that soap anyway?
I LOVE HORIZON ORGANIC
Shellfish was great
II will have another dinner like this again soon.
And I'm crossing my fingers hoping that it's gonna be served with pom.
A strange, yet nostalgic combination
Scallops in cranberry sauce?
I have no idea
Off to sleep
at least i'm passing
so much erudition in the last couple weeks.
time to recover.
Finishing last minute packing!
Back to school tomorrow. Pumped for a new semester and hopefully better working ethics.
Because I do stuff when I do my homework.
Lady GaGa things.
The break was great while it lasted.