Noses

Today I am going to bring some hard, crushing reality, and it’s about that thing on the center of your face.

yer nose.

The hairs in your nose are to keep things from entering too deep into your nostrils. They also serve as feelers, so when something enters too deep, you can remove them (but how you remove them is your choice).

There is a reason we have two nostrils: some smells take longer for our smell receptacles to register, and therefore need more time within the nose. If you notice, one of your nostrils always feels slightly more clogged than the other, even if you feel like your nose is completely clear.

Speaking of smelling, smells come from the particles of objects that fly around in the air, entering your nose and getting caught on the smell receptacles before the air finally enters the lungs. For example, when you smell coffee, you’re actually smelling coffee particles flying around in the air. This also means that when somebody makes a smelly fart, the particles of his or her poop hangs in your face and flies around in your lungs. HOW DOES THAT MAKE YOU FEEL?

Roads

Don’t take them for granted, guys.

Stop for a second and think about where you live. Where you’re sitting as you read this. I can guarantee you it’s not out in a forest somewhere. Or maybe you’re on your phone while you’re hiking and I’m that special.

Either way, consider the size of where you’re sitting and what used to be there. Trees, grass, dirt… insects, small furry animals. Sad, right?

Now think about the roads surrounding you, circling all around the city. In terms of square mileage, I think it’s pretty safe to say that roads take up even more space than buildings do. At least buildings can go up.

But holy cow, dude. Roads take up so much space. Imagine a road going through a forest. Now imagine all the trees that were cleared to make that road, and all the machinery required to make that road.

They say every tree is an ecosystem. How many ecosystems were destroyed just so we could drive our cars absentmindedly to where we are going?

I’m not saying you should stop driving. But at least the next time you go out, think of all the squirrel corpses and broken birds’ eggs you’re driving over.

April Blessings

April blessings come dancing
exuberantly, falling, grounded.

Heavenly incense jests kids,
loosing mildly noxious odors;
powdered.

Quiet rapport spreads through
underground vestibules: wary,
xenophobic, yet zealous.

it’s that time of the quarter again.

It’s the beginning. It’s the resentment; the feeling that my time here is not worthwhile; the worthlessness I feel when I enter the classroom. I don’t need to be here. I don’t want to be here.

What am I even doing here?

Wasting my time, that is. I could be doing something productive. I probably wouldn’t be, but I could be.

The entire test schedule is already on the syllabus. I could just come back on those days. But ultimately I’ll be back for every class. Just because I feel bad for skipping.

I’ve never felt this way about a music class before.

This is my life.

edit: I was wrong. There’s no test schedule. great.

whoaa

it’s been a real long time since I’ve written a post, and the last one was pretty… sudden. yeah.

Last quarter was a real pain, and I spent nearly the entirety of it learning that the way I’ve been writing for my entire life is completely unacceptable in the adult world.

Really.

It’s disheartening, really. People will never read the emails I send, anyway. Why bother learning formatting and stuff? There’s a higher chance of people reading my stuff if I make it entertaining, isn’t there?

Whatever.

I wanted to touch on a subject that’s bothered me for a while. It’s something that has affected my friends and peers for a long time. Sorry, but this post is going to be just a spray of thoughts without any organization.

CHEATING:

I know a few people who cheat. They cheat in school, on tests, quizzes, homework, whatever. In fact, the cheating snowballs to the point where at the end of the course, they have no idea what they were supposed to learn and have to cheat to get through the exam.

What bothers me most about this is that I get shafted for being honest. There is someone out there who got somewhere he didn’t deserve, and I’m here because I refused to take advantage of the fact that my teacher was too oblivious to notice if I cheated.

What happens to the cheater? He’ll end up at a better school than I. He’ll struggle. He’ll cheat. He’ll graduate college with high standings, then find a job and not know whatever the heck he’s doing.

He’ll take the practice he’s used on cheating and step all over people on his way to the top. He’ll probably end up cheating on his spouse.

Of course, I’m exaggerating somewhat. But cheating is so easy; it’s hard not to fall into that temptation and repeating the cycle. Still. Cheaters. Irksome.

March post get.

NFC West MVP 2013

Honestly, I’m still in shock.

I sat up there in my tower, seeing these things happen around me.

“Wow. That guy got in an accident, a different guy passed away. One person critically wounded. That all sucks, but I’m just glad none of that will happen to anybody I know.”

Boy, was I wrong.

If you haven’t heard already, a very good friend to our church, Josh Choi, is currently in the hospital, ailed with something the doctors cannot diagnose without running a few tests. As amazing as modern science is, the test results come back on Tuesday (tomorrow), which leaves Josh, the doctors and the congregation helpless as we wait for the Medical technicians to complete their testing.

Who would have thought a perfectly healthy young man, with a bright future ahead of him, would suddenly become ill? THIS ill?

Either way, folks, I ask you to pray with me for the healing of our brother in Christ. Don’t forget. Never forget.

God will never pass up an opportunity to rock your foundation.

Approximately.

Have you ever taken a step back from your group of friends and wished that you could have a group of friends that are all exactly like you? I mean, identical copies: looks, personality, demeanor, everything.

If you haven’t, you shouldn’t. If you have, you’re probably a narcist.

That’s right. I just called you a narcist.

The discussions among yourselves would be interesting at first, but there would be nothing to discuss because you know everything everybody else knows, and nobody would know anything you don’t.

Plus, the worst sides of your personality would come out and start beating each other up. Y’know. Stuff like that.

But wait a minute. If you have exact copies of yourself that aren’t connected cranially, would it be possible for your copies to have individual thought? If so, would they actually be yourself? What if one of your copies came up with an idea? Who would get the credit?

Maybe if you had the goodwill to not just accept the idea as your own, maybe you’d be able to share the credit with all of you. But would you actually deserve it? Well, it comes from your mind, right?

Right?

Succulent Outlook

I’m too busy to think.

This is exactly what I was afraid of. Spending so much time at school that I don’t have time to think recreationally.

“recreationally.”

What I HAVE done recently, though, is read children’s classic novels. E.G. Charlotte’s Web and Mr. Popper’s Penguins. I’ve started The Westing Game but that’s going kind of slowly since it’s the weekend. Those two books were interesting but there wasn’t much content. When I read Animal Farm a few months ago, there was a least a little bit to think about……… but these, nah.

I guess I’ll have stuff to think about when I start The Heart of Darkness. Or maybe I’ll just be depressed. Whatever.

I recently overheard some people talking about Machiavellianism. I wonder what that is. Something to think about, no doubt.

I also recently learned about the difference between Southern Baptist and Presbyterian churches. Some interesting stuff in that lesson.

What else can I dump here? School is tiring. That’s about it.

Silence

It doesn’t exist. Just like cold and darkness don’t. Cold is simply lack of heat; darkness is lack of light. Quiet is lack of sound. It’s possible to attain true cold (Absolute zero) and true darkness (light happens to get sucked into black holes), but is it possible to reach absolute silence?

Research shows that it isn’t.

At least, on the earth.

Go to a quiet room somewhere in your house. Is it quiet? Naw. You can hear the heater. Clocks. And if you try really hard, you can probably hear the cars on the road outside.

Now try going to a remote location in the woods. Is it quiet there? Nope. Trees rustling in the wind. Animals scurrying across the dirt floor, shifting the plants they brush up against.

Where else is it quiet?

Some scientists created something called an Anechoic Chamber. Its walls, ceiling and floor are lined with sound-absorbent material. They say you’ll go crazy within an hour by just sitting there–it’s completely devoid of sound. But is it really?

Upon entering one of these rooms, composer John Cage observed that it wasn’t truly quiet. He claims he heard a low hum and a high-pitched whine. These actually turned out to be his cardiovascular and nervous systems, respectively. So even in a room that’s supposedly devoid of sound, you’ll still be hearing things.

Apparently space has sounds, too. But I don’t know as much about that. How can a vacuum carry soundwaves?

Why don’t you stick your head outside a space shuttle and find out?

An absurd notion

How do you classify a person as a gamer? Is it simply someone who plays games? We live in the age of information, and almost everybody in first- and second-world countries has a device that can play a game. So by this definition, everybody and their grandmothers (literally) would be considered a “gamer.” And that would be an absurd notion.

Then what constitutes a gamer? Is it someone who plays over a certain amount of time in a week? But no, that would mean that children are gamers, too. Is it somebody who is willing to spend money on gaming peripherals / gear? Well, no, now it just seems like a title that can be bought.

So what makes a person a gamer?