Yeah, second nightmare in two days, which hasn't ever happened before. This one was about insects, and I woke up upon crushing one between my head and my shoulder as it buzzed near my ear. Eurgh. I hope it isn't the start of something. I'm writing to clear my head out so I can go to sleep again.
I'm pretty pleased with Spotify. I'm listening to Anya Marina at the moment, she's lovely. Her second album is almost in a kinda metric-y direction. Pretty fun.
Burns has abandoned me for the weekend again. Grr!
The horror that is dubstep (I think that's what it is, it may just be malrhythmic bass) is throbbing through into my room. It bothers me.
Earlier I came up with the idea of applying the Sapir-Worf Hypothesis to txtspk. Does txtspk retard intelligence or represent retarded intelligence? Or neither? It's probably a combination of all three, unfortunately. The first one is most interesting though. We do find the majority of our youth writing more [recreationally] than ever before, but it is largely(?) through a language that resists sophisticated thought. Is this a net increase or decrease in intelligence? Can intelligence even be thought of in such terms?
I hope our generation will be able to throw out the IQ test, since we're experiencing far more in the so called abstract areas it tests now. Our abstract visual and textual intelligence is being tested far more through computers than previously.
Think I might be onto something with this txtspk thing. Might be able to mix it in with ideas of translation and make a project out of it. Then again, how do you present or even complete a project whose point is its own failure? Can you, outside of performance art? Hmm.
A few more beautiful texts for you. I've been doing a project recently with these, kinda stunted out. I should get back on that. Anyway:
Do you believe that if you want something bad enough, you'll get it?
If you put the work in, yes, although your goal should be realistic. For example, it doesn't matter how much work I put in, I will never be a nuclear physicist.
i told him after he kept asking me what i was hiding - he's good at that. he's pretty bad for my health in general - my self destructive behaviours get worse when i'm closer to him because i feel like they are me, so i have to live up to be me. but i can't live without him either. i think i'm just gonna try and hide it better this time - i cant imagine eating normally for lengths of time without reverting to restricting. i hate not being in control.
"Stay strong, your a women!"
~ On a pro-ana blog circle.
"An element of danger is easy to hint at, and will enhance your other Siren
characteristicsthe touch of madness in Marilyn, for example, that pulled
men in. Sirens are often fantastically irrational, which is immensely attrac-
tive to men who are oppressed by their own reasonableness. "
~ The Art of Seduction
Another effect of amnesia is the inability to imagine the future. A recent study published online in the Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences shows that amnesiacs with damaged hippocampus cannot imagine the future. This is because when a normal human being imagines the future, they use their past experiences to construct a possible scenario. For example, a person who would try to imagine what would happen at a party that would occur in the near future would use their past experience at parties to help construct the event.
- Mood:
Amused - Listening to: Anya Marina
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"Are you police officers?"
"No, ma'am. We're musicians."
-- The Blues Brothers
Haha wow! I'm touched that you're using my thing; I still think that is an awful description on my part
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quitters never win, and winners never quit
EMAIL ME, BECAUSE I AM A WHORE FOR EMAILS AT THE MOMENT. WE CAN'T ALL HAVE THE HOT LESBIAN GIRLFRIENDS, HAVE PITY FOR THOSE OF US DENIED SUCH THINGS
LOVE,
STEVE
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"Are you police officers?"
"No, ma'am. We're musicians."
-- The Blues Brothers
Cool, thanks
The collection is growing indefinitely. So far I have twelve. This is the next one: What these men saw was the Nevada wreathed in clouds of her own amber smoke, uprooting gun emplacements, scattering pillboxes, and smashing tank and troop concentrations, but what you, as the only newspaperman aboard this American battleship in this invasion, saw was men rather than a machine that did all of this.
I sent you an email btw. To your hotmail. Did you get it?
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"Are you police officers?"
"No, ma'am. We're musicians."
-- The Blues Brothers
I didn't know that because I never check my hotmail emails but I am reading it now
now.
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quitters never win, and winners never quit
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"Are you police officers?"
"No, ma'am. We're musicians."
-- The Blues Brothers
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"Are you police officers?"
"No, ma'am. We're musicians."
-- The Blues Brothers
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