http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2011/04/18/110418fa_fact_osnos
so I was reading the New Yorker and read this article, The Grand Tour. The New Yorker always has great articles, but this one was really exceptional. It's basically a satire, the format really reminded me of Huckleberry Finn. It's about the new influx of Chinese tourists in Europe. It really opens the reader up to a new perspective and shows how backwards we seem to the Chinese.
Read it.
I'm not asking you to read the whole thing (its pretty long), but at least read a page or two, you won't regret it, its really a great laugh.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
holding it out until spring break
Spring break is way too late this year. seriously, I cant be working nonstop like this, its unhealthy.
I have made up my mind. I'm not gonna go crazy over grades. I'll just float on through this week, cross my fingers and hope my grades don't tank.
Spring break, I'll chill for 5 days, doing fun, interesting activities, and just rejuvenating in general.
Then I'll get the AP, ACT, SAT, SAT 2 studying shit done with. come back to school with most of the pressing matters on my to do list crossed off, get straight A's (seriously, none of my AP's will actually do anything after the exam), get 5's on my exams, kill the SAT and SAT 2's, then have a little break, study more for ACT, take it, then im off!
Oh summer, so close but so far...
I just need to hold it out until Spring Break, small steps, I can do this.
other stress's:
-i hope my club gets approved!!!!!! It's gonna be so great! I've already collected the articles and stories that I want us to read!
-ahhhh! book drive! I have everything in place. I'm gonna get mrs Pickell's signature 2morow at Twinbrook, then I'll talk with the financial person, then I'll just post my fliers EVERYWHERE. I just hope people actually donate... (AHEMM, LEEDERS, DONATE BOOKS!!!)
-I need to get rid of my damn sports bra tan lines! I'm wearing a strapless dress to Junior banquet!!! I don't exactly have the time to just sit out and tan. I'm always playing sports when i'm out side!
-I want to write some stories but I dont have the time. I want to readddd!!! Ah my books, come back to me soon!
-I need shorts
-i have a cold/allergy's and it sucks
other then all that, life's good. I really love my lunches everyday. track is sweet! and I'm really enjoying this blogging thing. The first time i tried to do this was kinda a fail, I thought I had to be really deep and mature and all, but you dont, Its nice to just let loose and write stuff.
oh and it would be great if everyone else put up more posts! i find your posts to be very entertaining and not stupidly mindless like facebook.
ookay??
I have made up my mind. I'm not gonna go crazy over grades. I'll just float on through this week, cross my fingers and hope my grades don't tank.
Spring break, I'll chill for 5 days, doing fun, interesting activities, and just rejuvenating in general.
Then I'll get the AP, ACT, SAT, SAT 2 studying shit done with. come back to school with most of the pressing matters on my to do list crossed off, get straight A's (seriously, none of my AP's will actually do anything after the exam), get 5's on my exams, kill the SAT and SAT 2's, then have a little break, study more for ACT, take it, then im off!
Oh summer, so close but so far...
I just need to hold it out until Spring Break, small steps, I can do this.
other stress's:
-i hope my club gets approved!!!!!! It's gonna be so great! I've already collected the articles and stories that I want us to read!
-ahhhh! book drive! I have everything in place. I'm gonna get mrs Pickell's signature 2morow at Twinbrook, then I'll talk with the financial person, then I'll just post my fliers EVERYWHERE. I just hope people actually donate... (AHEMM, LEEDERS, DONATE BOOKS!!!)
-I need to get rid of my damn sports bra tan lines! I'm wearing a strapless dress to Junior banquet!!! I don't exactly have the time to just sit out and tan. I'm always playing sports when i'm out side!
-I want to write some stories but I dont have the time. I want to readddd!!! Ah my books, come back to me soon!
-I need shorts
-i have a cold/allergy's and it sucks
other then all that, life's good. I really love my lunches everyday. track is sweet! and I'm really enjoying this blogging thing. The first time i tried to do this was kinda a fail, I thought I had to be really deep and mature and all, but you dont, Its nice to just let loose and write stuff.
oh and it would be great if everyone else put up more posts! i find your posts to be very entertaining and not stupidly mindless like facebook.
ookay??
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Just gotta love her
I am completely obsessed with Florence and the Machine.
She is just so cool! I wish I was like her.
Not just the singing part too, she just seems so happy!
Junior year has been whatever until about this week
its like i just got hit over the head with stress
i don't know why, I've been handling things well, but all of the sudden I feel like I cant breath
I feel all pinched, my face is pinching, my neck is pinching, i feel like my heart is pinching up as well
I always wanted to live outdoors in the forest, ever since elementary school I wanted to be an elfish thing, a sprite or such. Florence really acts this way, kinda whimsical, wild. really just free. but not unconnected. free as in free to follow her passion. not just floating along aimlessly free.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wvMfbfZKVbY&feature=grec_index
watch it!
i just feel so much better after listening to her songs, and watching her ramble is great!
She is just so cool! I wish I was like her.
Not just the singing part too, she just seems so happy!
Junior year has been whatever until about this week
its like i just got hit over the head with stress
i don't know why, I've been handling things well, but all of the sudden I feel like I cant breath
I feel all pinched, my face is pinching, my neck is pinching, i feel like my heart is pinching up as well
I always wanted to live outdoors in the forest, ever since elementary school I wanted to be an elfish thing, a sprite or such. Florence really acts this way, kinda whimsical, wild. really just free. but not unconnected. free as in free to follow her passion. not just floating along aimlessly free.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wvMfbfZKVbY&feature=grec_index
watch it!
i just feel so much better after listening to her songs, and watching her ramble is great!
Friday, April 8, 2011
Thinking to your self
lets see if i can articulate this properly. things might start sounding really... fuzzy, or circular.
I think to myself a lot. Its not like just thinking, the normal linear kind. Its more like talking to myself in my head. I kinda have, I wouldn't really call them conversations, but conversations with myself. its not like a separate entity, I don't refer to myself in third person or anything crazy like that. Its more like what your reading here, this is how I think to myself. its not like I do this all the time, usually I think in that unconscious way that most of us do. But sometimes I realize that I'm doing this weird internal thinking, and that's when things start getting circular.
I never thought to myself like this when I was a kid. i don't think most kids are conscious of their own thinking. We just did. much more 2d, just flat and simple.
I started to think like this when I was probably in middle school. Maybe it was because I was pretty antisocial and all I did was read books, so I started to think in the same way books read. This part is normal. I just started thinking with more depth. But what started happening was I would notice it in a kind of detached way. I would observe myself thinking, or talking to myself. I would notice my voice for example, what it sounded like. I would try to change it, make it sound like someone else. I started observe my thinking as i read, how i made different voices for each character, and how, after a while, I stopped seeing the words but still saw the story being played out.
Then I started to think about how I was thinking to myself. If I could think to myself and then observe how I was thinking to myself, and try to manipulate it, who was I thinking to in the first place? How could i be a single person if I was made up of more then one consciousness. Its normal for people to be multi faceted, but it was just a weird feeling to have all these sides being conscious of each other.
if you want to know what it feels like, or if you just dont know what the heck I'm saying, then do this. put a mirror in front and behind you, they should be parallel. The angle one of them so they are no longer parallel but still reflecting off each other. then stand in between them. thats what it feels like.
i came up with a theory. Currently I can make 3 of my levels of thinking aware of themselves and each other. There is an image i think of when I think about this, and I tried three times to write it but its just not working, so yah.
That's probably why I like to write so much, because then I don't have to keep stewing on what I have been thinking to myself about. its just written and over with. That's how LEED: How to Change the World came into being. I was thinking to myself, and I was really getting worked up over it. I imagined myself presenting it to the class and saying everything I said. And then I realized that I was creating a whole situation in my head and decided to write what i imagined myself to be saying to the class, then actually say it to the class. the final draft came out raw. I had already written the whole thing in my head with out realizing it, so all i had to do was actually write it. What i read to you all was exactly what i read to myself and imaginary you all in my head. that is exactly how i think. what your reading is how i think, i dont really edit on this blog.
I don't think this way all the time though. it's exhausting. I really like to try to keep things simple. to think like i did when i did when i was still just a kid. its good to ground yourself on simple things and not complicate them. I try to always think this way, but i cant, i'll just be chilling and then all the sudden I realize im doing it again. It usually happens at night. I'll be siting there thinking and thinking. sometimes i'm thinking so much that I can't sleep because I'm conscious of my thinking, and its loud. sometimes I think into my dreams.
I guess this is why I'm able to control my dreams so often. I have gotten use to being aware of my (or at least part of my) subconscious. I'll just be dreaming and then I'll realize, hey, I'm dreaming, I can control all of this. Then I'll start doing what I want, which is actually a lot harder then it seems, I have to keep reminding myself that I'm the one in control. Sometimes are easier then others.
Sometimes it's more inception like. I'll fall asleep, then wake up the next morning with a fully developed idea. It happened with Great Gatsby, and a couple more times. I just woke up one morning and realized all the parallels between Great Gatsby and the Count of Monte Cristo. It's happened to my mom before, where she wakes up and comes into my room talking about an idea she had when she woke up that would look great for college, or something i needed to do, or some connection between a podcast she had listened to and my life (yah, she thinks about me a lot)
I think Anya is like me. but she doesn't suppress it like i do. I try not to think like this too much, its kinda scary. i'm afraid that i'll open to many of my subconsciousness's and then just forget about everything else and constantly be living internally. it feels very spiral like.
so on that note i probably dont want to be brewing on this for much longer.
im not crazy by the way. I just get carried away with my thoughts some times, which i try to avoid doing too much. so yahh...
(this is why i run, so i can just stop thinking!!! it especially sucks when you are keep thinking about stuff you dont want to think about)
I think to myself a lot. Its not like just thinking, the normal linear kind. Its more like talking to myself in my head. I kinda have, I wouldn't really call them conversations, but conversations with myself. its not like a separate entity, I don't refer to myself in third person or anything crazy like that. Its more like what your reading here, this is how I think to myself. its not like I do this all the time, usually I think in that unconscious way that most of us do. But sometimes I realize that I'm doing this weird internal thinking, and that's when things start getting circular.
I never thought to myself like this when I was a kid. i don't think most kids are conscious of their own thinking. We just did. much more 2d, just flat and simple.
I started to think like this when I was probably in middle school. Maybe it was because I was pretty antisocial and all I did was read books, so I started to think in the same way books read. This part is normal. I just started thinking with more depth. But what started happening was I would notice it in a kind of detached way. I would observe myself thinking, or talking to myself. I would notice my voice for example, what it sounded like. I would try to change it, make it sound like someone else. I started observe my thinking as i read, how i made different voices for each character, and how, after a while, I stopped seeing the words but still saw the story being played out.
Then I started to think about how I was thinking to myself. If I could think to myself and then observe how I was thinking to myself, and try to manipulate it, who was I thinking to in the first place? How could i be a single person if I was made up of more then one consciousness. Its normal for people to be multi faceted, but it was just a weird feeling to have all these sides being conscious of each other.
if you want to know what it feels like, or if you just dont know what the heck I'm saying, then do this. put a mirror in front and behind you, they should be parallel. The angle one of them so they are no longer parallel but still reflecting off each other. then stand in between them. thats what it feels like.
i came up with a theory. Currently I can make 3 of my levels of thinking aware of themselves and each other. There is an image i think of when I think about this, and I tried three times to write it but its just not working, so yah.
That's probably why I like to write so much, because then I don't have to keep stewing on what I have been thinking to myself about. its just written and over with. That's how LEED: How to Change the World came into being. I was thinking to myself, and I was really getting worked up over it. I imagined myself presenting it to the class and saying everything I said. And then I realized that I was creating a whole situation in my head and decided to write what i imagined myself to be saying to the class, then actually say it to the class. the final draft came out raw. I had already written the whole thing in my head with out realizing it, so all i had to do was actually write it. What i read to you all was exactly what i read to myself and imaginary you all in my head. that is exactly how i think. what your reading is how i think, i dont really edit on this blog.
I don't think this way all the time though. it's exhausting. I really like to try to keep things simple. to think like i did when i did when i was still just a kid. its good to ground yourself on simple things and not complicate them. I try to always think this way, but i cant, i'll just be chilling and then all the sudden I realize im doing it again. It usually happens at night. I'll be siting there thinking and thinking. sometimes i'm thinking so much that I can't sleep because I'm conscious of my thinking, and its loud. sometimes I think into my dreams.
I guess this is why I'm able to control my dreams so often. I have gotten use to being aware of my (or at least part of my) subconscious. I'll just be dreaming and then I'll realize, hey, I'm dreaming, I can control all of this. Then I'll start doing what I want, which is actually a lot harder then it seems, I have to keep reminding myself that I'm the one in control. Sometimes are easier then others.
Sometimes it's more inception like. I'll fall asleep, then wake up the next morning with a fully developed idea. It happened with Great Gatsby, and a couple more times. I just woke up one morning and realized all the parallels between Great Gatsby and the Count of Monte Cristo. It's happened to my mom before, where she wakes up and comes into my room talking about an idea she had when she woke up that would look great for college, or something i needed to do, or some connection between a podcast she had listened to and my life (yah, she thinks about me a lot)
I think Anya is like me. but she doesn't suppress it like i do. I try not to think like this too much, its kinda scary. i'm afraid that i'll open to many of my subconsciousness's and then just forget about everything else and constantly be living internally. it feels very spiral like.
so on that note i probably dont want to be brewing on this for much longer.
im not crazy by the way. I just get carried away with my thoughts some times, which i try to avoid doing too much. so yahh...
(this is why i run, so i can just stop thinking!!! it especially sucks when you are keep thinking about stuff you dont want to think about)
Sunday, April 3, 2011
badly drawn boy- year of the rat
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PScUdYTO0UM&feature=autoplay&list=AVGxdCwVVULXe1iZtC06J4UkW1fkMFrIza&index=6&playnext=6
just feel good :)))))))
just feel good :)))))))
Saturday, April 2, 2011
citrus and chocolate
got home from a two days of college visits. sat down, ripped out a chapter of AP World notes, then ate some dinner (my parents went out with friends, so I made it myself).
After eating out for the past 2 days, and eating lunch at college dining halls, im pretty sure this was the best meal I have ever had. Salami on toasted tuscan bread (trader joes!) with slice apple and guddah (sp?) cheese.
I love food. It is definitely a family thing, mostly from my mom's side. My mom, i know every one says this, is the best cook alive. everything is home made, always.
My dad once told me a story about when they were dating in college. he walked into my moms dorm one day to find her cooking a whole chicken in her little toaster oven. this should give you a little insight on what a foody I grew up around.
I always new this about my mom, but my most recent discovery was my grandma, Baba.
Baba has sneaked into our house to leave food for as long as I can remember. It always made my mom really annoyed.
Now that i think about it, my grandma is a food hoarder, she always has piles of food in her trunk. I guess thats part of the reason she is always pushing some of it on us, she must realize her little problem.
but she grew up in an impoverished part of Ecuador, so I dnt judge.
but the worst insult you can throw at her is to refuse food or money from her. but she will NEVER accept food from anyone else. she is actually really mean to waiters at restaurants. i learned very early to never let her order.
but this is old news. baba has gotten alot older, and is turning a little senile, and not to mention hard of hearing. its probably because of this that im becoming more aware of a gift she has.
baba has never been good at communicating. but recently when i spend time with her, she talks about food.
I love to hear her speak about her meals. her voice gets soft and full, she closes her eyes as if she is savoring it as we speak... I can taste it.
when she tasks about food her words are never jumbled or confused. she might not have picked up commonly used english words, but her culinary vocabulary is perfect. she is descriptive!
she describes every step she took in making her meal, every bite as she ate it. she remembers it all, she might not remember that you made plans with her that day, but she remembers every morsel of her meal.
I really feel connected to her when she is in this sort of food trance. I have always loved the way books described meals.
in middle school i was a book nerd. i didnt socialize, i read, i lived through books, i ate through books. some times the food described in books made the simplest meal a fixation for me. bread and cheese with tea for example. i would eat it all the time. i would literally be hungry for books. I savored descriptive words.
and now, i find this same feature in baba, just when it seems like our communication lines are slowly starting to erode, to find this vividness that has manifested its self in her mind through food.
Yah... we are totally Foodies. I wonder how many other Foodies are out there, just normal civilians, doing there thing in life, and savoring the most simple joy... food
especially in high school, a lot of people (girls) are corrupting the essence of food, constantly worrying about weight ect.
yah, im a girl, i worry about weight, but i dont take it out on my food. I eat good food that makes me feel good. if i wana loose weight i run. its simple.
its annoying to see people eating the equivalent of one meal a day (usually consisting of unhealthy processed stuffs) while constantly torturing themselves, fixating on everything in the world they would like to eat. thats how people start binge eating kids!
i love food
i love the chocolate my mom bought. it is milk chocolate with raisins and almonds in it. and its the best with a tangerine. im actually just finished eating just that.
thats why i wrote about food today.
i just looked over at my dessert and though "oh my god. you are delicious. you are beautiful. i love you"... CONFESSIONS OF A FOODIE!!!!!!!
After eating out for the past 2 days, and eating lunch at college dining halls, im pretty sure this was the best meal I have ever had. Salami on toasted tuscan bread (trader joes!) with slice apple and guddah (sp?) cheese.
I love food. It is definitely a family thing, mostly from my mom's side. My mom, i know every one says this, is the best cook alive. everything is home made, always.
My dad once told me a story about when they were dating in college. he walked into my moms dorm one day to find her cooking a whole chicken in her little toaster oven. this should give you a little insight on what a foody I grew up around.
I always new this about my mom, but my most recent discovery was my grandma, Baba.
Baba has sneaked into our house to leave food for as long as I can remember. It always made my mom really annoyed.
Now that i think about it, my grandma is a food hoarder, she always has piles of food in her trunk. I guess thats part of the reason she is always pushing some of it on us, she must realize her little problem.
but she grew up in an impoverished part of Ecuador, so I dnt judge.
but the worst insult you can throw at her is to refuse food or money from her. but she will NEVER accept food from anyone else. she is actually really mean to waiters at restaurants. i learned very early to never let her order.
but this is old news. baba has gotten alot older, and is turning a little senile, and not to mention hard of hearing. its probably because of this that im becoming more aware of a gift she has.
baba has never been good at communicating. but recently when i spend time with her, she talks about food.
I love to hear her speak about her meals. her voice gets soft and full, she closes her eyes as if she is savoring it as we speak... I can taste it.
when she tasks about food her words are never jumbled or confused. she might not have picked up commonly used english words, but her culinary vocabulary is perfect. she is descriptive!
she describes every step she took in making her meal, every bite as she ate it. she remembers it all, she might not remember that you made plans with her that day, but she remembers every morsel of her meal.
I really feel connected to her when she is in this sort of food trance. I have always loved the way books described meals.
in middle school i was a book nerd. i didnt socialize, i read, i lived through books, i ate through books. some times the food described in books made the simplest meal a fixation for me. bread and cheese with tea for example. i would eat it all the time. i would literally be hungry for books. I savored descriptive words.
and now, i find this same feature in baba, just when it seems like our communication lines are slowly starting to erode, to find this vividness that has manifested its self in her mind through food.
Yah... we are totally Foodies. I wonder how many other Foodies are out there, just normal civilians, doing there thing in life, and savoring the most simple joy... food
especially in high school, a lot of people (girls) are corrupting the essence of food, constantly worrying about weight ect.
yah, im a girl, i worry about weight, but i dont take it out on my food. I eat good food that makes me feel good. if i wana loose weight i run. its simple.
its annoying to see people eating the equivalent of one meal a day (usually consisting of unhealthy processed stuffs) while constantly torturing themselves, fixating on everything in the world they would like to eat. thats how people start binge eating kids!
i love food
i love the chocolate my mom bought. it is milk chocolate with raisins and almonds in it. and its the best with a tangerine. im actually just finished eating just that.
thats why i wrote about food today.
i just looked over at my dessert and though "oh my god. you are delicious. you are beautiful. i love you"... CONFESSIONS OF A FOODIE!!!!!!!
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