“Sheer egoism… Writers share this characteristic with scientists, artists, politicians, lawyers, soldiers, successful businessmen — in short, with the whole top crust of humanity.”—On his 109th birthday today, revisiting George Orwell’s Why I Write. (via explore-blog)
Literally a GIRL, which by the way, there is nothing wrong with being a girl, but let me explain.
Tumblr is a fantastic place, its a place were people share ideas, art, writing, and other cool things, but a lot of times tumblr is a mindless place of fangirls reblogging gifs, which is fine, but that is just not what I want in my dashboard.
So let me tell you about the girl. In reality she is a stranger, in the cyber world… Well, she’s still a stranger. However, her blog is simply fantastic, I don’t believe that I have met many people (physically or in the web) that can argue their views, be it in the way of a reblog, a post, or conversation as well and simple as she does. I came across her blog when I first joined tumblr and she reblogged one of my posts, and after creeping a little through her page I was genuinely impressed by the cleverness and breeze of her posts, so I decided to follow her, waiting for that one post that would uncover her as a impostor of a bright mind, but the post never came, with every post that I saw in my dashboard I convinced myself that this girl was indeed a brilliant person (with a good sense of humor), so I decided to do a little more web creeping and went back to her blog.
So, I went to the beginning of her posts and sorted through most of them, I looked for those that told me a little about her, and finally one that mentioned her age group, and what a shock it was to discover that she is in high school! This brilliant girl was a high schooler, and my amazement grew even more when I realized that she was around 16! So, now you understand my opening sentence of “literally a girl”! Anyway, I am delightfully surprise to follow this young mind, and to be able to admire such a person, so Esmeralda (I believe that is her name) you are an amazing mind, and thank you for a delightful blog.
Note: I will include links for the blogs I mentioned once I get on a computer
I hate this (old draft that I do not remember writing)
I can’t imagine anymore, its as if when she left she took my mind with her, and not.because she loved it, simply because she could. She never learned how to use it. All she liked was for me to make worlds for her, to show her where’d we go once she was out of school. Once, I imagined her Istanbul, but to her it was something weird and new, but she was curious, just like everyone is by the East. It all started very simple, I always liked coffee, and once I read that Istanbul is a half-blood city. Half European, half Eastern. So I imagined her a bookstore, just by the river, she didn’t give it much thought,she was never one for reading. I knew that a bookstore brought all kinds of beings around. She told me she was thirsty, and I always loved coffee with a good book, it took me a while, and a lot of dreaming but finally I imagined her a small coffee shop, with an oven that loved to bake, no matter how many times she tried to burn the cakes,the oven always baked them well. When I finished imagining her a cup of tea I dissapeared into the city for a while. I walked by the river,and as I walked I imagined myself an old black suit, with a white shirt and a skinny tie, I imagined a large hat to fit my big head, but I didnt imagine my pipe. I walked until I reached the heart of the bazaar. I reached a tent of sweet, strong smell and I walked into it. Inside was the grestest variety of tobacco I had ever seen. Tobacco from the Americas that smelled of the Great Plains, the loose leaf of Peru that when you smoked it made the sound of flutes. There was the tobacco that they grew in the North Pole, it was white and soft as snow, and when you smoked it your breath was as cold as ice. In front of me, I had failed to see the monkey standing on the table. He wore a large turbant over his head and a brushed mustage at his face, a ruby on a gold ring at.each of his fingers and a small dagger hugged at his waist. “Good evening, sire” I said to him, making a small bow, you see, monkeys are very sensitive and easily offended if not offered the largest of courtesies. “I was looking to buy an ounce of your finest turkish tobacco, I heard you sell the best one from here to a camel’s death” The monkey screamed at me in anger saying that he sold the best tobacco from here till the death of the flying whales! After the showing me how offended he was by my statement and 11 apologies, he disappeared into the back and two minutes later he reapeared with a cup made of elephant gold. He handed it go me and gestured to me to smell it. I opened the little cup and out came the smells of cinammon, clove, a bit of persian tea, and a blend of other smells I cannot describe. Tbe room filled of scent and as I closed the cup I hear the sounds of exotic music. I gave him a silver banana, which he bit and approved of. As I walked to the exit I suddently remembered forgetting something. I turned back to him, “Excuse me,kind sire, sorry to bother you again, but I must beg of you, a fold of rose papers if you will, and a pipe of heartoak if you will” The monkey gave me an annoyed rolled of eyes and left to bring the requested items.
I'm getting pretty good (old blog I never finished)
at this whole “hangover” thing, which by the way DO NOT DRINK CHEAP SCOTCH, it gives you horrible hangovers. Anyways so, as a “chemist” there are somethings on hangovers that just make sense, and as a biologist well even more. So I guess it’s one of those “he does it because he knows”. So just really quick, some tips on drinking to avoid hangovers. Eating Well, that one is pretty obvious but yes, eating will help you process alcohol slower, which means not such a bad hangover. However, there is a type of food that helps hangovers even more, fatty food. Fat covers the liner of your stomach, but also the conditions of your stomach (high acidity and “high” temperature) also help a chemical reaction between the alcohol and the fats to react and this also helps you process the alcohol slower. Now you know why drunk food consists of greasy tacos, greasy hamburgers and lots and lots of bacon. Water “The solution to pollution is dilution” says one of my engineering professors. The same applies to your body, the more diluted the alcohol the slower it process, now I do not mean don’t do shots, or really water down your alcohol, I hate that as much as you do. I mean after you are done for the night and you are getting ready to go to bed, drink as much water as you can, part of the symptoms of a hangover are caused by dehydration. Adding a bit of salt helps too. Salt replaces the Sodium lost as well as helps your body take in the water. Sports Drinks Same concept as water, but aimed towards hydration, sports drinks (gatorade, powerade,and everything that football players endorse) contain large amounts of electrolytes, which help the body stay hydrated it also contains large amounts of sugar which is an extra for energy in the morning. So these are things you should do the same night as you drink, specially drinking lots and lots of water, water is probably your best ally at fighting hangovers. on the morning drink juice and eat eggs, eggs have this hangover fighting chemical, that is why we used to order an egg with a hamburger back in the day (I think they sell it in canada) but yeah. Stay thirsty
“Remember that real success is maximizing your internally derived happiness. It will not come from external status or money or praise. It will come from a feeling of contribution. A feeling that you are using your gifts in the best way possible.”—
Start every morning with a smile — even a forced one — it will make you happier. Replace the words “I have to” with “I get to” in your vocabulary. Smile with your mouth, your eyes, your ears, your face, your body at every living thing you see. Be a source of energy and optimism. Surround yourself with people that make you better. Realize or even rationalize that the grass is truly greener on your side of the fence. Just the belief that it is becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy.
View stressful, political interactions as nothing more than a deeply immersive strategy game. One that can be won if you stay focused on what matters most and your emotions and ego are not tied to your argument.
If you find yourself arguing with someone whom you respect and love, try to surrender your own ego to the shared identity you have with that person. In the heat of an argument, do the opposite of what your pride tells you to do. If you have the self-control, stop talking and give your opponent a random, intense minute-long hug.
Make people feel that you care about them. And here’s, a well, a little secret, the best way to do this is to actually care about them.
Make people feel that you are listening to them. Another little secret, the best way to do this is to actually listen.
When you gain or lose material things, remember how silly they really are. How little they mean relative to your health and relationships.
When you feel stressed, look up at the night sky and ponder the distance to the next star and the age of the universe. Think of all the other stressed sentient creatures from other star systems and galaxies looking out in the vastness of space in wonder and awe and take comfort in your shared experience.
When you feel overwhelmed, walk alone through the woods and forget your name, your title, your education and view yourself for what you really are — another mammal wondering why it is here but appreciating the fact that your civilization has not as yet been evaporated by a supernova.
Try to build true empathy. Regardless of your actual spiritual beliefs, it is sometimes helpful to imagine that time is not linear; that in past or future, or I guess parallel life, you literally are, have been or will be every person. That after this life, you will go back in time and be reincarnated as the person you are arguing with, or passing judgment on (and will then have to put up with the current version of you).
Specially the ones who are cool but braggy, with a little bit of cockyness and not afraid to get dirty, because when it comes down to business, after all their bragging they sre cool and chilled and that’s just my type of gal
So, my friends are all douchebags, dicks and bitches, which surprisingly doesn’t bother me because, well, I’m a douchebag and a dick and I like bitches. But here is the thing I have people skills, people listen when I talk and most of the time I persuade them to do what I want, and that is the reason thaf I am the one that usually plans get togethers and what not… And the one who also usually gets crap for how they were not that great.
Here’s the thing, YOU CAN ONLY DO SO MUCH WITH DOUCHEBAGS A BAG OF DICKS AND A BITCH! So, it was no surprise that when people wanted to get together but I was too busy to plan… and I let someone else handle the plans…Well… Things just went to shit… And people ended looking like real dickbags, and that is not fun… people get mad and dont want to talk to each other, and to be honest, that is why life is always boring around here, no one wants to take the time to plan, or go outside their comfort zone, so for today things went bad, but there is always tomorrow… Yours truly,
I saw an ant die. You might think “there is nothing extraordinary in an ant dieing”, but this was no ordinary death. I am sitting down reading, when our of the corner of my eye I see something moving on the floor, I put down my book to take a close look at what caught my eye, and I see an ant walking around. There is nothing extraordinary about this ant, just a medium sized red ant looking for food. I raise my foot to squash it, but I bring my foot back and just looked at the ant and followed it around the floor. It seemed lost, trying to find it’s line, it climbed up and climbed down. At one moment it stopped moving, simply stood there moving it’s little antennas. Then it dropped it’s head. In a moment it turned it’s head around and bit it’s own body, there was twiching, I could see it screaming, a silent scream. Then it’s legs dropped and it curled into fetal position. It had killed itself, when it found no meaning to life, it couldn’t bare it.
I just finished watching Atlas Shrugged Part 1, and I have to say it was beautifully done. It relayed the message of Ayn Rand on a beautiful way, and although I don’t share the same ideology, I do believe on the success of individuals by their individual merit. If I was a teacher I’d make my students read and examine Atlas Shrugged, not because I believe in Capitalism (I believe in my version of it), but because it teaches to value a person for that person’s worth.