DEAR BLOGGER,

it's been real. i'm moving:

HERE (wardenclyfe.tumblr.com)

if you're still interested in 'following' (in the blogger sense) what i'm doing, you will find a conveniently located link to my rss feed on the right. bookmarking the page works too, although it's admittedly old-fashioned.
i want to live in the red/pink states
all the same programming as the right-blue, only two hours earlier, PLUS they only delay most eastern-time-zone-specific shows (ex. tonight show @ 11:30) on the west coast, so the tonight show at 11:30 becomes the somewhat-earlier-tonight show at 9:30!

would you like to know under what circumstance i would feel dumb? if i were wrong about everything i just said

to the makers of this map: you could only choose three colors? no, hey, it's cool. left-blue and right-blue totally make sense. we're fine; you're fine. i'm sorry.

i break my OWN rules

i have this inner guide that is uncomfortable with a lot of situations. it tells me, hey ryan, you shouldn't do [event] or go to [place], you'll feel uncomfortable and you won't have fun. now, let's discuss both sides of a hypothetical situation: if i listen to this voice, i'm going to be comfortable and i'm going to do the things i know like to do; however, if i don't listen to this voice, i'm going to feel uncomfortable, but there's no guarantee that i'm going to feel that way the whole time. there's a good chance that the initial jitters will wear off quickly and i'll end up enjoying myself. i'll also be able to say that i overcame my tendency to turn my back on the unknown, and i'll be one step closer to becoming a great pirate. this inner guide is actually a good source of things to do; it's like a reverse bucket list. if i do all the things i don't want to do, turning around and tackling those that i look forward to won't seem so daunting. huzzAH

my bladder is s[p]oiled

i spoil my bladder. at the first sign of needing to empty itself, i do my best to comply; but now i realize that if i wait it out, that initial feeling often subsides. i think by trusting my instinct to go to the bathroom, i have slowly placed more and more urgency on that first uh-oh feeling, which makes me want to get rid of it as fast as possible. maybe i never learned how to tell when my bladder is being truthful, but i think it's going to be an important skill to have. i feel like i'm discovering a part of life that everyone has experienced but never talks about.

on a related note: when i was little i vividly remember telling someone that they were mispronouncing aretha franklin's name; i told him that it isn't "aretha," it's "urethra". i spelled it out and everything. i was convinced that i was right, until i found out what a urethra is, and how very far it is from a black female soul-singer.

on a somewhat related note to the last note: i hate when i find out that i've been pronouncing a name or word incorrectly for my whole life. it's not that i feel embarrassed, i just hate having to practice saying it correctly. it's almost like i need to relearn the word.
when i was little i always used to think it was mind-bottling that we can see colors and hear noises in our heads. i remember how i always used to think of a red firetruck (typical) and i would just sit and look at it, without actually looking at it. i thought it was incredible that we can look at our physical surroundings and see something completely different, whatever we want to see, in our heads, or imagination, or wherever it is. how can this image just be floating there? where is it? not only can i see this bright red truck somewhere in my brain, but i can also hear it, and that never made sense to me. it's the same with songs; you can play a song in your head if you know it well enough. have you ever thought you heard someone calling your name? it seems too real to justify condescension towards schizophrenics
too many people subconsciously believe that a public rephrasing of the national consensus on a topic will be viewed as new, relevant, or important information, and expect that it's worthy of recognition and praise. the sad thing is that, because there are so many people like them, they do get that attention and it encourages either elaboration or self-declared new material. i wish more people were honest with themselves
there are moments in my college search when i no longer feel overwhelmed, and i realize that i'm going to go to a relatively good school, and that i'm going to be happy at that school

also, i think i've figured out what i want to do

this is my one-hundredth post and today i realized that my blog is over a year old
if you don't love your bed, you won't love your life
the public consciousness is up past it's bedtime

summer evokes the purest smells
if all fauna evolved from primitive algae, trees are impressive

the criteria from which i judge people on facebook

what the favorite books section says if it says "fuck reading," i probably won't have very much respect for you; if it says "books?" i'm fairly sure that i won't grant you the solitary chuckle you were hoping for; if it says any book that you had to read for school, i will respectfully cringe, unless it actually is a good book

if there are any pictures of the person flaunting an energy drink i think a lot of people are under the impression that caffeine somehow makes them cooler so they try to let the world know that red bull is the best evar and it's a regular part of their diet. also, any still-life style picture with an assortment of energy drink cans is equally embarrassing. a picture with a person holding an energy drink casually is just like any other picture, but when they point at it and treat it as if it's supremely benefitting them, it starts to go downhill

the number of quizzes someone has taken i understand that you're curious to learn about yourself, but arbitrarily assigned quiz results won't push you down the path of self-realization

if, under favorite music, someone puts the music they don't like example: 'anything but country (interchangeable with classical).' not that i'm a huge proponent of either style of music, but i am a proponent of trying things out, and i can almost guarantee that the majority of people who negatively outline their taste in music have not given either (or both) genres a chance

regardless of one's facebook contents, however, if i like you in person i won't judge what you do on the internet
i hope that the technology of the future will unlock the possibility for messless erasers
our culture's obsession with truth belies our society's addiction to lies

i'm human too

i over-think just about everything
sometimes i think i'm mildly autistic; i tend to rock back and forth, and when i have a lot of energy and am comfortable with my self i make loud noises
i get cranky if i don't eat or drink something or if it's hot or if i'm with people who i don't want to be around
i have a freckle on the inside of my left-hand middle finger, please don't stare
i don't like almost all the people i see on the antiques roadshow
i notice how you use your and you're and the the[i][y']r[e]s
i can't finish a lot of things
if i do something once and it doesn't work i'm not very likely to try it again
i try to always think in the big picture, which sometimes can be detrimental
i'm often glad that i'm not like certain types of people
my body has an annoyingly high tolerance for caffeine
i can't hold a grudge against anybody who does something to me, but if they do something to someone close to me i usually have no trouble disliking them
i want to know what i could accomplish with just me and my thoughts, sense-blind and alone, for 500 years
i pay attention to intonation and inflection
i like when people are themselves

i would like to share all of my brain-thoughts with one someone

can mosquitos transmit aids?

in response to a story on my newsfeed regarding school, i just thought to myself, 'why are you still doing that? it's summer...' wait

i've been getting annoyed much more easily as of late; i blame school, lack of caffeine, and unrecognized desires.
if facebook allowed people to see how many times i've visited their page i'd probably come off as really creepy

i moved the casio into my room and cleaned my desk
if i was the person going through the peoples' rooms on room raiders and i raided my own room (but in a dream-like turn of events, had no idea that it was my own room) i would definitely choose myself, and the show would end with me in my own room

in all seriousness though, if someone were to judge me by what i keep in my room, i would come across as a huge nerd who never finishes an entire bottle of water
i had never thought of trio as a real human-band

i want to spend this summer getting really good at something.

i haven't figured out what it is yet, though.
i hate watching the news because it reminds me of how fucked up the human race is; but it's not just the news stories that concerns me. what freaks me out even more is how cold and nonchalant, almost expectant, we've become. i just watched a piece about how a paraplegic father who was high on pcp bit out his four-year-old sons eyes, blinding him, and then proceeded to hack at his own legs with an axe. through the lens of the reporter: who, what, when, where, why, how; next. through the lens of the typical news-watcher: oh my goodness, how tragic. through the lens of the little boy: what lens? his lenses were the fodder of his father. how many people stopped to think of how this unassuming preschool-age boy will forever be afraid and alienated? who is going to counsel him, with his newfound trauma after his own father, his so-called unconditional guardian, literally destroyed how he sees the world? 'state custody'? bullshit. how can that boy ever have a normal, trusting relationship again? imagine, the last thing you see is a set of teeth gnawing at your cornea; can you see the blood or do you go blind on contact?
and that's just one news story.

how many fowl, lecherous, or demonic acts need to occur before seclusion from ourselves is necessary?

i prefer my bubble, where i know that my eyes aren't in any patriarchal danger. where i can pretend that i know what i'm doing and that i'm in control of my own life. where i can be upset over trivial affairs. where i have the ability to say, oh my goodness, how tragic.
i taught a caterpillar how to live today

i decided to switch my summer plans up a bit. instead of doing the immersion program in arabic, i'll now be spending those four weeks in vermont speaking spanish because, as i've come to realize, immersion in a language that i have yet to speak kind of defeats the purpose. instead, i plan on becoming conversant in spanish (which i'll be able to utilize when i go to spain next spring) and then taking separate language courses sometime else.
this whole life that society expects me to live is bullshit. i'm not trying to be countercultural or philosophical, but when i think down to the root of it, it's impossible for me to be able to maximize my life through the cyclical nature that our society so blindly proposes. and what am i going to do about it? what the fuck am i, a relatively insignificant human being, going to do about it? nothing. i expect that i'll finish my third round of sequential education and proceed to my fourth. after that, i'll either get a steady job or i'll push my education onto the next valence level. that's the best way i can describe it; bohr's model. you, society, did this to me, and i thank you with the sincerest hint of melancholy. insert cliches here.

i feel like the state of my physical health is helplessly declining, but not at an alarming rate

i think i'll be insane when i'm old

if i were the devil

sometimes i think to myself that i would be happy to sell my soul to the devil in order for some task to be completed or for something incredible to happen, and i'm fairly certain that i'm not the only one who does this.
now, if i were the devil, this is when i would take action. assuming that the soul-seller is a catholic (hence his or her belief in me) i would transmogrify myself into a helpless-looking, feeble old man or woman, and then proceed to attend mass seated closely to my subject. now, you may be thinking to yourself, "hey ryan, why you be goin' to church if you be the devil?" to which i would reply, "shut up and learn how to talk."
when the part of mass comes where all are asked to "give peace to one another," i would then turn to my target and offer him my kind-hearted geriatric handshake, and then we would both disappear in a cloud of smoke, having just sealed the deal. HOW IRONIC!
I wonder how many people in Mexico will be celebrating el Dia de los Muertos this year?
apparently the iphone has terrible formatting techniques for blogging via email

i applied for an arabic immersion program provided by middlebury yesterday, should be sweet if i get in. the only downside is a month out of my summer in rural vermont
People who make phone calls from the iPhone headphones (the ones with
a microphone) look even more ridiculous than people who talk on
bluetooth headsets because, instead of fleetingly seeming insane and
then as a sophisticated businessman, they look like they're rapping a
really lame song with terrible rythym.

Sent from my iPhone (ha)

Travel exhausts; visiting colleges all week.

Sent from my iPhone

i wonder

it's inevitable that, as one ages, certain situations or periods in life are missed. but this 'miss' isn't the same miss that one has for a lost item; no, this is a morbid longing. this is what one feels when they lose someone close to them. it's the helplessly fond memories one has.
recognizing this, wouldn't it make sense if people tried to relish the present if they're in a period that they know they're going to miss?

this thought process makes me miss right now, and value right now.

as i was writing this i switched from english to spanish mid-sentence and didn't realize it. freakin' sweet, man.
april vacation: driving to minnesota and back
trip total = approx. 3000 miles
lots of free time in a confined space

line up of books to read:
gravity's rainbow (partially read, need to finish) by thomas pynchon
gorgias by plato
canterbury tales by chaucer
the prince by machiavelli
harry potter y la piedra filosofal (partially read) by jkr
the threat: inside the soviet military machine by andrew cockburn

i'm not sure how much i'll be able to get through
i like road trips though

waiting for summer

i have to write a paper on the civil war in nepal
my history teacher lived in nepal for two years
dried worms look like bacon strips

i feel a bit overwhelmed, but i'm not sure why
She had long overtaken the leering fences and sighing homes by the time I witnessed the post-destruction melancholy. Fragmented families and stained permanence; Mother Nature’s daughter had left her mark. But there was growth. External and internal, corporeal and magnificent—I fertilized it.

acksense

i think i'll move to england fer a nice british accent, ya

typing in accents isn't easy, mate (good thing i'm so good at it, ya?)

ya!

cliché

i like

sounds and music and doing things

i like the city
i like accordians

aw, yeah

three nightmarish situations

1. walking into an automatic door
2. permanent hiccups
3. not being able to get comfortable in my own bed

two of these have become realities
i still live in fear of the other
nothing causes a nostalgia like pokemon battle music

apparently, i've always wanted to be a pirate

In Buckminster Fuller's Operating Manual for Spaceship Earth, he talks about how there used to be Great Pirates who specialized in everything. In other words, they were masters of every field of their time. These Great Pirates began on land, but realized that they could make a greater profit at sea (where only the smartest and bravest had dared to venture(thus, only the Great Pirates)), so they hired the burliest dumby-heads they could find (who would be completely loyal). Because they're loyal, they're not inclined to question orders or mutiny. They'll also do things like beat and kidnap local bar-goers for new shipmates and fight for your life while you run away. In any case, these Great Pirates were more knowledgable than their peers, and they capitalized on their advantage.

As the global population rose, there was more opportunity for profit on land, so some of the Great Pirates stayed there. These Great Pirates, at sea, had to be masters of many things: astronomy, mathematics, carpentry, logic, and wit, to name a few. On land, the number of mastered topics remained roughly the same while the topics started to vary into other, less vital skills. These Great Pirates of the land tended to be masters of the arts, or inventors, or anatomicists, or physicists. These included people like Michaelangelo, da Vinci, and Benjamin Franklin. They knew a lot of subjects and they knew a lot about them.

Then came WWI. With the advent of the first world war, warfare changed from the tangible swords and spears to the 'visible only after it kills you' to the electronic or chemical warfare, that may never be physically seen. This led to specialization. People were needed to be experts of various fields in order for their country to have an edge over the opposition. With so many fractal-esque branchings of knowledge, it became nearly impossible for someone to invent anything revolutionary while painting for the Vatican and sculpting the iconic figures of our time.

One might argue, "Our times have changed, everything's digital now". If that's so, that only proves Buckminster's point; there is even specialization of the specialized--ergo, computer specialists to the computer. Only someone who knows how to use Photoshop can make a decent image of our idols, only someone who knows how to use three-dimensional imaging software can render a digital sculpture of them, and only someone who knows the language of programming can write the scripts that run Photoshop and that 3D imaging software. You might know someone (or be someone) who has dedicated countless hours to the perfection of such tasks. That's great, but that doesn't make him or her or you a Great Pirate. Tell them to write a book; a book on something other than computer software or programming. Luckily, they wouldn't need to be a statistician to tell you that the chances of that book reaching the NY Times Best-Seller List are slim to none. Even if it is a Pulitzer-worthy tome, however, they would doubtfully be able to build a ship strong enough to sail the seven seas.

But, after all that, I realize that I've always wanted to be that person who can specialize in everything and know all the ins and outs of each aspect of our world. Which, logically, brings me to the conclusion that I've always wanted to be a pirate, I just didn't know it.
Dearest creature in creation,
Study English pronunciation.
I will teach you in my verse
Sounds like corpse, corps, horse, and worse.
I will keep you, Suzy, busy,
Make your head with heat grow dizzy.
Tear in eye, your dress will tear.
So shall I! Oh hear my prayer.
Just compare heart, beard, and heard,
Dies and diet, lord and word,
Sword and sward, retain and Britain.
(Mind the latter, how it's written.)
Now I surely will not plague you
With such words as plaque and ague.
But be careful how you speak:
Say break and steak, but bleak and streak;
Cloven, oven, how and low,
Script, receipt, show, poem, and toe.
Hear me say, devoid of trickery,
Daughter, laughter, and Terpsichore,
Typhoid, measles, topsails, aisles,
Exiles, similes, and reviles;
Scholar, vicar, and cigar,
Solar, mica, war and far;
One, anemone, Balmoral,
Kitchen, lichen, laundry, laurel;
Gertrude, German, wind and mind,
Scene, Melpomene, mankind.
Billet does not rhyme with ballet,
Bouquet, wallet, mallet, chalet.
Blood and flood are not like food,
Nor is mould like should and would.
Viscous, viscount, load and broad,
Toward, to forward, to reward.
And your pronunciation's OK
When you correctly say croquet,
Rounded, wounded, grieve and sieve,
Friend and fiend, alive and live.
Ivy, privy, famous; clamour
And enamour rhyme with hammer.
River, rival, tomb, bomb, comb,
Doll and roll and some and home.
Stranger does not rhyme with anger,
Neither does devour with clangour.
Souls but foul, haunt but aunt,
Font, front, wont, want, grand, and grant,
Shoes, goes, does. Now first say finger,
And then singer, ginger, linger,
Real, zeal, mauve, gauze, gouge and gauge,
Marriage, foliage, mirage, and age.
Query does not rhyme with very,
Nor does fury sound like bury.
Dost, lost, post and doth, cloth, loth.
Job, nob, bosom, transom, oath.
Though the differences seem little,
We say actual but victual.
Refer does not rhyme with deafer.
Foeffer does, and zephyr, heifer.
Mint, pint, senate and sedate;
Dull, bull, and George ate late.
Scenic, Arabic, Pacific,
Science, conscience, scientific.
Liberty, library, heave and heaven,
Rachel, ache, moustache, eleven.
We say hallowed, but allowed,
People, leopard, towed, but vowed.
Mark the differences, moreover,
Between mover, cover, clover;
Leeches, breeches, wise, precise,
Chalice, but police and lice;
Camel, constable, unstable,
Principle, disciple, label.
Petal, panel, and canal,
Wait, surprise, plait, promise, pal.
Worm and storm, chaise, chaos, chair,
Senator, spectator, mayor.
Tour, but our and succour, four.
Gas, alas, and Arkansas.
Sea, idea, Korea, area,
Psalm, Maria, but malaria.
Youth, south, southern, cleanse and clean.
Doctrine, turpentine, marine.
Compare alien with Italian,
Dandelion and battalion.
Sally with ally, yea, ye,
Eye, I, ay, aye, whey, and key.
Say aver, but ever, fever,
Neither, leisure, skein, deceiver.
Heron, granary, canary.
Crevice and device and aerie.
Face, but preface, not efface.
Phlegm, phlegmatic, ass, glass, bass.
Large, but target, gin, give, verging,
Ought, out, joust and scour, scourging.
Ear, but earn and wear and tear
Do not rhyme with here but ere.
Seven is right, but so is even,
Hyphen, roughen, nephew Stephen,
Monkey, donkey, Turk and jerk,
Ask, grasp, wasp, and cork and work.
Pronunciation (think of Psyche!)
Is a paling stout and spikey?
Won't it make you lose your wits,
Writing groats and saying grits?
It's a dark abyss or tunnel:
Strewn with stones, stowed, solace, gunwale,
Islington and Isle of Wight,
Housewife, verdict and indict.
Finally, which rhymes with enough,
Though, through, plough, or dough, or cough?
Hiccough has the sound of cup.
My advice is to give up!!!
-B. Shaw

monkeys

monkeys would definitely be the superior race if they had hands on their tails
it would be really freaky, too

big fat liar is the greatest movie ever

I think I'd rather go through life having a good time and learning about things I want to learn about (let's be honest, if you say "i dont wanna learn nuffin" or are averse to learning then you're averse to living because that's all life is; if you don't learn you become a robot, programmed to do the same thing without question). I don't want to be someone who's hesitant to do something because they might get a bad grade or they won't get into a prestigious program that's really not that special in the big picture. If I do become that person that works and works and works to get to the top, once I get there I'll regret wasting all that time working, and not living. If I just blow off all committments for the sake of a good time, I'll regret not having valued the resources that I've been given. It's like being on both sides of a see-saw with an unpredictable center of gravity.

The title has nothing to do with this and needs no explanation.

People make weird noises when they yawn. And by people, I mean me.

um

When I was little, I used to think that a strike consisted of a bunch of people marching around an area of interest, which is correct, and that they had signs that read "STRIKE!" which is, to the best of my knowledge, incorrect.

can i say something

Right now I like:
Book: Gravity's Rainbow by Thomas Pynchon: I'm rereading it and it's so much better the second time. Pick it up if you have a month to kill.
TV: Fringe on Fox: I actually didn't like it at first [for some reason I'd prejudged it as a bad show--too much hype?] but I've been watching it and it's really well put together.
Music: I'm not going to go there. I always feel like I'm being one of those too-cool-for-you indie nerds when I discuss music, even if the bands I'm talking about aren't that unknown.

I got an email from a college that had a subject title of: "Ryan, you're talent is impressive ..."

...
Yours isn't.
I mean, you'res isn't.

global claustrophobia

Whenever I think about an immense global catastrophe, I feel trapped on Earth. It makes 6.7 billion not seem so large.

Routine blurs.

I don't get why people say, "I once went/did/etc....." And, while it obviously left a tangible impression on their memory, they're content with just that one slowly fading indent. If something blows your mind, do it again. Then find other things like it, or things that are completely unrelated, or completely opposite. Find something--anything--that makes your mind do what it did. Routine blurs. Break the routine, and your entire life will become vivid again.
And either this is a lot harder than it sounds or I'm a hypocrite, but when you go to "do" a day, you do what you know. So you have to know what you don't know, unless you're content with being content.

i've been watching movies

Today: Zack and Miri Make a Porno
It's pretty straightforward. Nothing spectacular, but good film, holistically. There are funny parts.

Slumdog Millionaire
It's good. The ending is what I hoped it would be. Wasn't really sure what it was at the onset, but it was worth the watch.

Yesterday: The Wrestler
A lot better than I thought it'd be. It's hard to market; there's no good name for the movie and professional wrestling probably isn't everyone's foie gras. It's sad in the sense that all stories about has-beens who used to be the best at what they do and are now struggling to keep the dream alive are. Good acting, good film.

Nick and Nora's Infinite Playlist
Michael Cera (Nick) does a good job. Not incredibly believable that all that would happen in one night to a group of highschool friends, but anything's possible in New York City, right?

Elephant directed by Gus Van Sant (Good Will Hunting, Gerry, Milk)
Weird. I had absolutely no clue what it's about when I watched it (a columbine-esque event from several perspectives), so it caught me off guard. Bad acting, but clearly a low-budget film. I feel like half the movie is shots of the characters walking. Didn't really make sense at some points and seemed generally unbelievable (not in the 'fantastic' sense of the word). It did make me think about how hard it would be to shoot someone. Maybe I'm just not violent, but you have to be pretty fucked up to be able to look someone in the eye--someone you know and have gone to school with, someone who is completely harmless, someone who you have never interacted with--and shoot them in the stomach from ten feet with a 12 gauge shotgun.

Tuesday: Doubt
Better than I thought it would be. Maybe I'm a negatively judgemental person, this seems to be a trend. There are some characters who make me want to have the ability to be in the movie and thus be able to punch them in the face. I guess that means that they're good at acting. Meryl Streep's character is one of those people. Good, good movie.

The Reader
Has more in common with Zack and Miri make a Porno than I predicted. It's about a man retrospectively examining the events that lead up to, occur during, and then after an affair with an older woman during the 50s. It's definitely a drama. Good acting, though. Takes some unexpected twists and turns. I think the erotic aspect of it makes the viewer interested on a personal level with the outcome of the story.

Monday: The Curious Case of Benjamin Button
It's predictable. Obviously, it's predictable; a man born old grows young, done. But there's more to it than that. It's long, kind of tedious, but interesting. Definitely makes you think when it's over. It was very well-written and had great actors. I liked the way a topic would be introduced and then it would recur throughout the film.

Sunday: Tropic Thunder
Not really worth the hype. I thought it was somewhat boring; it seemed too much like the terrible movie parodies that are out now. It was better than those, but not by much. There were some funny parts, but it didn't live up to my expectations.

Pineapple Express
Made me want to be a pot dealer. Better than I heard it was, I thought it was hilarious. There isn't really much to say about it, it wasn't deep, it didn't make me think, but it did make me laugh. Very different side of James Franco in this than in Milk.

Saturday: Milk
About a gay guy's attempt to climb the political ladder of California in the 70s. Kind of uncomfortable. Made me aware of the suppression gays face[d]. Sean Penn does a great job as Harvey Milk, as, to a lesser extent, does James Franco as whoever his guy was.

Gran Torino
The ending isn't predictable at all. Wasn't really what I wanted to see, either. At first. After a little bit I saw that what Clint Eastwood's character does is probably better than what I'd hoped for. Clint Eastwood is one of the most versatile actors in the biz.

Australia
The plot isn't what I expected. It's not bad, it's just not what I expected. The trailors make it out to be a lot more actiony than it is. It's a story about a lady from England whose husband lives in Australia on a cattle ranch called Faraway Downs. When the husband dies, she goes down to bury him and figure out what to do with the property, but finds that there are people that she rather fancies down under (no innuendo intended). It's good. Just good.


I can't wait to wake up tomorrow.

"I could see the smoke before I could smell the flesh."

That's how I would start my WWII memoir.

On a completely related side note, burning flesh smells terrible.

Winter sucks.

i couldn't decide on a title [pun]

i'm fickler than a fiddler [not pun]