All things.
Black, or white.
The so-called "gray areas" of life: they are merely blurred vision. Magnification reveals they are made of tiny pieces, values of light and dark.
All of creation, the most vast landscapes, canyons, the insurmountable depth of the lowest sea floor:
it is all made from details
of black
or white.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Sunday, February 14, 2010
spicy carrots
Sometimes, I wish that I was REALLY overweight. Like ultra mega super morbidly obese.
And that I got that way through a ridiculously unhealthy lifestyle, where I was used to eating a quart of icecream sprinkled with a dozen or so donuts every night after my six-burger-after-dinner-snack.
Sometimes I see these people on tv, and they have a sudden revelation that maybe that's not the best way to go... and POOF! They lose tremendous amounts of weight by walking a block or two a day or doing those little fist punches from bed, because at this point ANY activity and ANY food reduction works miracles.
I'm not the healthiest person ever-- of course not. I try, but I am not super active or anything like that. However, I AM in fairly good health, and I DO exercise, and I DO try to eat right... and I don't get anywhere fast.
I know that this kind of thing is a slow-and-steady ordeal, at best, but I can't help but feel a little punished for my erstwhile good deeds........
And that I got that way through a ridiculously unhealthy lifestyle, where I was used to eating a quart of icecream sprinkled with a dozen or so donuts every night after my six-burger-after-dinner-snack.
Sometimes I see these people on tv, and they have a sudden revelation that maybe that's not the best way to go... and POOF! They lose tremendous amounts of weight by walking a block or two a day or doing those little fist punches from bed, because at this point ANY activity and ANY food reduction works miracles.
I'm not the healthiest person ever-- of course not. I try, but I am not super active or anything like that. However, I AM in fairly good health, and I DO exercise, and I DO try to eat right... and I don't get anywhere fast.
I know that this kind of thing is a slow-and-steady ordeal, at best, but I can't help but feel a little punished for my erstwhile good deeds........
Saturday, February 13, 2010
okay, Yahoo! front page:
I need your headlines to lead to a useful article.
If you tell me: "US wins first gold medal/Great Finish to Day 1," then I want the article to tell me who won and for what event, and maybe the comparative scores. Some history is fine, too, if you want.
I do NOT want a long, fluffy article about the winner and another close runner-up and what they've done before and what happened at another game in Canada forty years ago in a completely different event and where the winner's parents are from. At the very least, if you're going to give me all that (poorly written) mess, make sure it does contain the vital information.
I STILL don't know what the event was, other than that it had something to do with skiing and maybe some jumps were involved.
If there's anything I really, truly dislike... it's articles about nothing.
If you tell me: "US wins first gold medal/Great Finish to Day 1," then I want the article to tell me who won and for what event, and maybe the comparative scores. Some history is fine, too, if you want.
I do NOT want a long, fluffy article about the winner and another close runner-up and what they've done before and what happened at another game in Canada forty years ago in a completely different event and where the winner's parents are from. At the very least, if you're going to give me all that (poorly written) mess, make sure it does contain the vital information.
I STILL don't know what the event was, other than that it had something to do with skiing and maybe some jumps were involved.
If there's anything I really, truly dislike... it's articles about nothing.
something to keep in mind
PLEASE don't think that I want to carry on a conversation with you while I'm on the toilet. Or when you are.
I know the stalls don't reach the floor and ceiling, but pretend they do. They are a barrier through which conversation simply cannot exist. I know what you're doing in there; you know what I'm doing in there; this is not the time to tell me about how your hair appointment went.
I know the stalls don't reach the floor and ceiling, but pretend they do. They are a barrier through which conversation simply cannot exist. I know what you're doing in there; you know what I'm doing in there; this is not the time to tell me about how your hair appointment went.
Required thoughts on Nodar Karitashvili (RIP)
It's tragic, and it was an accident.
Was it okay for the accident to be aired on TV? I think so. I can't fathom what his family feels, but I realize how (I think) I would feel in a similar position. When you are an olympic athlete, the whole world watches: it watches you succeed, it watches you fail, and sometimes, unfortunately, it watches you die.
It saddens me, of course, to think that some stations and publications are probably airing it over and over for the sake of ratings. I don't think that airing such a thing is wrong in and of itself, but only because I feel that this is simply part of a bigger story that needs no censoring. To do it simply out of the desire to gain is, by definition, exploitation.
Should revisions be made to the design of the course? Shouldn't safety be considered further?
A lot of criticism is hitting the course designers, the Olympic committee, the sport as a whole, and so forth. Everyone wants someone to blame. I myself pondered the possibilities of making the luge-tube an actual tube, a full-pipe... others have suggested padding and crash guards, but seriously, an unprotected body flying upwards from 90mph isn't going to be helped by padding. I'm also not intimately familiar with the specifics of the sport itself, regulations dealing with the tube design, et cetera et cetera. As with all things, I think it unwise to speak in depth about something without the fact and knowledge to support.
I am not known for my undying faith in governments, corporations, or otherwise, but even I have an awful hard time thinking that this was some incredible oversight on the part of... anyone.
It was an accident. It is an incredibly dangerous sport. The man loved what he did, and to be honest, I hope that someday I die by the hand of my own passion.
Was it okay for the accident to be aired on TV? I think so. I can't fathom what his family feels, but I realize how (I think) I would feel in a similar position. When you are an olympic athlete, the whole world watches: it watches you succeed, it watches you fail, and sometimes, unfortunately, it watches you die.
It saddens me, of course, to think that some stations and publications are probably airing it over and over for the sake of ratings. I don't think that airing such a thing is wrong in and of itself, but only because I feel that this is simply part of a bigger story that needs no censoring. To do it simply out of the desire to gain is, by definition, exploitation.
Should revisions be made to the design of the course? Shouldn't safety be considered further?
A lot of criticism is hitting the course designers, the Olympic committee, the sport as a whole, and so forth. Everyone wants someone to blame. I myself pondered the possibilities of making the luge-tube an actual tube, a full-pipe... others have suggested padding and crash guards, but seriously, an unprotected body flying upwards from 90mph isn't going to be helped by padding. I'm also not intimately familiar with the specifics of the sport itself, regulations dealing with the tube design, et cetera et cetera. As with all things, I think it unwise to speak in depth about something without the fact and knowledge to support.
I am not known for my undying faith in governments, corporations, or otherwise, but even I have an awful hard time thinking that this was some incredible oversight on the part of... anyone.
It was an accident. It is an incredibly dangerous sport. The man loved what he did, and to be honest, I hope that someday I die by the hand of my own passion.
to feel feelings
I am feeling an awful lot right now.
This is the stuff from which truly awful (and the most appropriate) blogs are fashioned.
I am filled with insurmountable rage, and pain, and hate, and fear, and nothing to lead me into any sense of identity whatsoever.
My skin is cold and pale to the touch-- so many tiny blood vessels selflessly constricted to nourish the viscera instead.
And yet, my cheeks flush wastefully red, and I nearly feel their downy hairs curling over in singe.
The terrible things I feel I can barely identify, much less quantify, but I promise it's much more significant than this terrible attempt at description.
This is the stuff from which truly awful (and the most appropriate) blogs are fashioned.
I am filled with insurmountable rage, and pain, and hate, and fear, and nothing to lead me into any sense of identity whatsoever.
My skin is cold and pale to the touch-- so many tiny blood vessels selflessly constricted to nourish the viscera instead.
And yet, my cheeks flush wastefully red, and I nearly feel their downy hairs curling over in singe.
The terrible things I feel I can barely identify, much less quantify, but I promise it's much more significant than this terrible attempt at description.
Friday, February 12, 2010
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