It kind of ties in perfectly with what I need to do over break, because part of my assignment is to look for traces of the New Deal.
A picture that I do not own
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
National Recovery Administration
Yesterday I was watching an old Marx Brothers film, Duck Soup, from 1933. In the beginning it has the NRA blue eagle logo with the motto "we do our part" beneath it. I thought that was pretty interesting, showing how the film industry was involved in FDR's New Deal.
It kind of ties in perfectly with what I need to do over break, because part of my assignment is to look for traces of the New Deal.
It kind of ties in perfectly with what I need to do over break, because part of my assignment is to look for traces of the New Deal.
"Lithium Flower Furious Diving"
"Hm?"
That's just what I thought when I looked at the shirt my brother brought home today.
It has a turquoise background with a great blue and white dragon on the foreground. Behind the dragon is a printed "arrangement" of Han characters for Chinese, Japanese, and some Korean Hangul. There's some Japanese scribbled sideways, some arbitrarily arranged Han characters, and some Hangul that's been broken up, flipped around, and written in convoluted ways in syllable blocks that don't actually exist.
His T-shirt is gibberish. All through ought the shirt, the same design block of Chinese, Japanese, and Korean is printed in different sizes with different levels of opacity.
This has inspired me to make nonsense English shirts, and to sell them to countries where many people do not speak English. They must also use a different writing system.
My first shirt?
A smiling girl with blue hair, thinking "Lithium flower furious driving."
That's just what I thought when I looked at the shirt my brother brought home today.
It has a turquoise background with a great blue and white dragon on the foreground. Behind the dragon is a printed "arrangement" of Han characters for Chinese, Japanese, and some Korean Hangul. There's some Japanese scribbled sideways, some arbitrarily arranged Han characters, and some Hangul that's been broken up, flipped around, and written in convoluted ways in syllable blocks that don't actually exist.
His T-shirt is gibberish. All through ought the shirt, the same design block of Chinese, Japanese, and Korean is printed in different sizes with different levels of opacity.
This has inspired me to make nonsense English shirts, and to sell them to countries where many people do not speak English. They must also use a different writing system.
My first shirt?
A smiling girl with blue hair, thinking "Lithium flower furious driving."
Monday, March 29, 2010
Break Week
This week is spring break. It's just one week off of school, a time to catch up on lost sleep.
That is exactly what I intend to do, catch up on sleep.
I'll also probably go a few places with different people. Hopefully we'll find a fun area around town to hang out in, so then we can do something there. Actually I don't really feel like writing anymore, this is just for the sake of filling up blog post quotas. I'm not really feeling inspired to go write about something either, so eh...yeah, just deal.
That is exactly what I intend to do, catch up on sleep.
I'll also probably go a few places with different people. Hopefully we'll find a fun area around town to hang out in, so then we can do something there. Actually I don't really feel like writing anymore, this is just for the sake of filling up blog post quotas. I'm not really feeling inspired to go write about something either, so eh...yeah, just deal.
Monday, March 22, 2010
Google Shifts Search Engine to Hong Kong
Google is leaving China and shifting its server to Hong Kong. All who try to access Google China will now be re-directed to their Hong Kong based site.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Weekend
Yet another post that none of you care about, joy.
The weekend was alright. It could have been better; I'd like to have gotten out more for one thing. I took an ACT practice test on Saturday, and they gave us some pulmonary mechanics in the science section. That was fun.
I added a few things to my grocery list, including kimchi, which one must always have a supply of, otherwise the natural order of the world shall be thrown off balance and all governments and societies shall crumble into ruin amongst the ashes of previous civilizations who have failed to make this wonderful food a staple of their diet.
Behold, kimchi.
There are actually many different types of kimchi, and the one in the picture is just one of the more common varieties. Kimchi is the most common banchan in South Korea I believe, and for good reason, because it is delicious and amazing.
The weekend was alright. It could have been better; I'd like to have gotten out more for one thing. I took an ACT practice test on Saturday, and they gave us some pulmonary mechanics in the science section. That was fun.
I added a few things to my grocery list, including kimchi, which one must always have a supply of, otherwise the natural order of the world shall be thrown off balance and all governments and societies shall crumble into ruin amongst the ashes of previous civilizations who have failed to make this wonderful food a staple of their diet.
Behold, kimchi.
There are actually many different types of kimchi, and the one in the picture is just one of the more common varieties. Kimchi is the most common banchan in South Korea I believe, and for good reason, because it is delicious and amazing.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Monday, March 15, 2010
Demonic Possesion
That is the only thing that can sufficiently explain why the SAT people decided that the test would be administered at 8 in the morning. And it goes till 1.
I took it on Saturday. I thought it was pretty easy, but I nevertheless would have appreciated it had it started at, say, 9? I had to wake up at six to get to the testing centre by 7:45 since there were no closer testing centres near my house.
I better have broken 2200 on that thing.... ><
I took it on Saturday. I thought it was pretty easy, but I nevertheless would have appreciated it had it started at, say, 9? I had to wake up at six to get to the testing centre by 7:45 since there were no closer testing centres near my house.
I better have broken 2200 on that thing.... ><
Friday, March 12, 2010
Google Fails to Appease China
Obey the law or get out; so sayeth China to Google, who has planned to stop complying with China's internet censorship laws (and possibly even shut down the site) in light of the recent controversy where The Powers That Be or those that work for them in the country allegedly hacked onto Gmail's Chinese servers. The government still denies that they had any part in this by the way, and they still maintain that they have the right to censor whatever they will online (and in well...life...) for 'the good of the people.'
Discussions between the Google Overlords and China are taking place, however there are no released reports yet as to any developments that may have been made.
Discussions between the Google Overlords and China are taking place, however there are no released reports yet as to any developments that may have been made.
A cartoon that I do not own.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
"Can I borrow a pencil?"
No, you may not.
Well, at least not after today.
You sat next to me in class and casually asked to borrow a pencil "to erase something with." Although there were no conditions under which the pencil must be returned, I did expect it to remain more or less in the same condition as I gave it to you. Maybe a little dull at the lead or worn at the eraser; all that is understandable. However when I lent you my pencil, I had no idea that when I would receive it back, it would be but a mangled and pale shadow of its former self.
As you took the pencil in hand, you jammed the eraser into the paper and proceeded to violently rub out whatever you had written with a fury and determinacy that made me wonder "why." Just "why." What could have inspired so much hate within you that you rubbed the paper with such a vicious force that it completely spent the eraser and left marks upon the paper. Was it an outwards expression of angst for the world? A projection of murderous and frustrated feelings? Did you fancy that your inner demons had materialized upon the paper, and would mock you "in the flesh?"
Please tell me what was so important that you had to destroy my only eraser for it. Nearly every day since we became desk neighbors you have asked me if I had an extra pencil, and for all of those days, I have truthfully replied "no." You knew that this pencil was my only one. On top of that, it had my only eraser atop it. I suppose I cannot entirely blame you for not knowing this, however since I am momentarily ticked off, I am going to blame you.
Deep down in the dark recesses of what could be called my heart, I hope that you are psychologically disturbed. This will not only make things more interesting, fun, spontaneous, and violent, but it will also give me an excuse never to lend you and pencils ever again. Perhaps I can loan you wooden dowels instead. It will also remind me never to hitch a ride home with you, borrow money, or buy you a drink.
Well, at least not after today.
You sat next to me in class and casually asked to borrow a pencil "to erase something with." Although there were no conditions under which the pencil must be returned, I did expect it to remain more or less in the same condition as I gave it to you. Maybe a little dull at the lead or worn at the eraser; all that is understandable. However when I lent you my pencil, I had no idea that when I would receive it back, it would be but a mangled and pale shadow of its former self.
As you took the pencil in hand, you jammed the eraser into the paper and proceeded to violently rub out whatever you had written with a fury and determinacy that made me wonder "why." Just "why." What could have inspired so much hate within you that you rubbed the paper with such a vicious force that it completely spent the eraser and left marks upon the paper. Was it an outwards expression of angst for the world? A projection of murderous and frustrated feelings? Did you fancy that your inner demons had materialized upon the paper, and would mock you "in the flesh?"
Please tell me what was so important that you had to destroy my only eraser for it. Nearly every day since we became desk neighbors you have asked me if I had an extra pencil, and for all of those days, I have truthfully replied "no." You knew that this pencil was my only one. On top of that, it had my only eraser atop it. I suppose I cannot entirely blame you for not knowing this, however since I am momentarily ticked off, I am going to blame you.
Deep down in the dark recesses of what could be called my heart, I hope that you are psychologically disturbed. This will not only make things more interesting, fun, spontaneous, and violent, but it will also give me an excuse never to lend you and pencils ever again. Perhaps I can loan you wooden dowels instead. It will also remind me never to hitch a ride home with you, borrow money, or buy you a drink.
Sunday, March 7, 2010
If a key opens a lot of locks...
There’s a phrase traveling around the internet that goes like this:
“If a key opens a lot of locks, then it’s the master key. If a lock is opened by a lot of keys, then it’s a shitty lock.”
This was written in response to someone questioning why men are seemingly encouraged to sleep with as many women as possible and are commended for it, and why women are looked down upon and seen as “dirty” and “slutty” if they do the same things even to the minutest degree. The question is basically this:
“Why is a girl a slut if she kisses two guys, but a guy a legend if he bangs five girls?”
The first phrase was someone’s “brilliant” reply to that question; the “master key” and “shitty lock” analogy. That’s not “brilliant”, that’s an irrelevant and degrading comparison that frankly I find to be bullshit.
This key-lock analogy rests on the idea that women should be sexually exclusive and that their value is determined by whether or not they adhere to this. I reject this. When you are single, you are free to do whatever you want. I don’t care; both a men and a women can sleep with as many people as they like (provided they are single, or in a ‘non-exclusive relationship.’) I will not consider the man to be “a legend” if he sleeps with a different woman every night, and my opinion of him shall be the same of a woman who does the same. (What’s so legendary about sleeping with a bunch of people? I’m not really impressed by that feat. You’re popular at a bar or can afford a different whore every night; so what?) Like I said, you can do whatever you want, but making an excessive practice of sleeping with different people isn’t exactly commendable in my book. People need to have a sense of moderation and restraint, and I’ve yet to meet a responsible person who makes a habit out of sleeping with four different people every month. I wouldn’t want to be in a relationship with such a person; I’d have a hard time believing that their lack of responsibility wouldn’t carry over into other areas of life. They just don’t seem like the most responsible of people…
(I’m not rejecting anything based off of some certain idea of value that I do or do not place on chastity/virginity; I’m just concerned about the implications of what sleeping with a different person all the time means about your responsibility and maturity as an adult.)
Keys and locks aren’t like people. The key-lock comparison just happens to work because of the physical comparison; keys are inserted into locks and they were meant to fit like that, (and I’m sure you know how that translates anatomically.) That’s just it though, it only makes sense physically, and only to a certain extent. Locks are designed to only fit one key, and as we all know, women do not “work” like that. Every human “lock” fits every human “key” and vice versa; applied to real locks and keys, this would render them useless. Any person in the world can copulate with anyone else; however as I have already said: any key in the world cannot fit into every lock in the world, and any lock in the world will not work for every key.
The human element is missing, and that’s why the analogy doesn’t work without ascribing to the idea that women have to be sexually exclusive, and even then it only makes sense on the thin surface.
I don’t have respect for your “master key” nor for the lock that is opened by all keys. In my opinion, you can throw them both out if you like, and that's that.
“If a key opens a lot of locks, then it’s the master key. If a lock is opened by a lot of keys, then it’s a shitty lock.”
This was written in response to someone questioning why men are seemingly encouraged to sleep with as many women as possible and are commended for it, and why women are looked down upon and seen as “dirty” and “slutty” if they do the same things even to the minutest degree. The question is basically this:
“Why is a girl a slut if she kisses two guys, but a guy a legend if he bangs five girls?”
The first phrase was someone’s “brilliant” reply to that question; the “master key” and “shitty lock” analogy. That’s not “brilliant”, that’s an irrelevant and degrading comparison that frankly I find to be bullshit.
This key-lock analogy rests on the idea that women should be sexually exclusive and that their value is determined by whether or not they adhere to this. I reject this. When you are single, you are free to do whatever you want. I don’t care; both a men and a women can sleep with as many people as they like (provided they are single, or in a ‘non-exclusive relationship.’) I will not consider the man to be “a legend” if he sleeps with a different woman every night, and my opinion of him shall be the same of a woman who does the same. (What’s so legendary about sleeping with a bunch of people? I’m not really impressed by that feat. You’re popular at a bar or can afford a different whore every night; so what?) Like I said, you can do whatever you want, but making an excessive practice of sleeping with different people isn’t exactly commendable in my book. People need to have a sense of moderation and restraint, and I’ve yet to meet a responsible person who makes a habit out of sleeping with four different people every month. I wouldn’t want to be in a relationship with such a person; I’d have a hard time believing that their lack of responsibility wouldn’t carry over into other areas of life. They just don’t seem like the most responsible of people…
(I’m not rejecting anything based off of some certain idea of value that I do or do not place on chastity/virginity; I’m just concerned about the implications of what sleeping with a different person all the time means about your responsibility and maturity as an adult.)
Keys and locks aren’t like people. The key-lock comparison just happens to work because of the physical comparison; keys are inserted into locks and they were meant to fit like that, (and I’m sure you know how that translates anatomically.) That’s just it though, it only makes sense physically, and only to a certain extent. Locks are designed to only fit one key, and as we all know, women do not “work” like that. Every human “lock” fits every human “key” and vice versa; applied to real locks and keys, this would render them useless. Any person in the world can copulate with anyone else; however as I have already said: any key in the world cannot fit into every lock in the world, and any lock in the world will not work for every key.
The human element is missing, and that’s why the analogy doesn’t work without ascribing to the idea that women have to be sexually exclusive, and even then it only makes sense on the thin surface.
I don’t have respect for your “master key” nor for the lock that is opened by all keys. In my opinion, you can throw them both out if you like, and that's that.