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Blogging since 1996. You can find her in Brooklyn, with a spicy Bloody Mary. Love food. Aspiring DIYer. Addicted to buying gadgets.

I think we should read Neil Gaiman’s Sandman comics as a philosophical meditation. I think they should teach that stuff in schools… I can see it now. We can complement it with readings in Descartes, Kierkegaard, Heidegger, Kupfer… etc. Really!

Hrm. I want to at least write something regarding that.

Too bad none of them are opening near me. Then again, we have a full fledged apple store down in soho.

At least today wasn’t a total bust. I’ve been coding… and coding… and getting things done. I’m proud of myself. Perhaps, I will release these templates I’m doing for the whole web once I’m done tweaking, making the tutorials, and finished with everything.

Doing all this is sort of inspiring me to come up with my own blogging script… or at least attempt to do that. : D things like this get me SO excited.

I’ve come to realize the way I work. I can’t work a little bit each day. If I am going to do something, I will sit down and work at it, it and nothing else, for around 5 hours straight. I can’t stop. If I do, I feel as if I will never come back to it. I need to finish something… well finish a bulk of it, at least.

Whenever I read, I need to lie/sit there for over 3 hours reading. Whenever I script or code or design, I need to finish it. I usually dedicate the whole day to it. I hate to be interupted. Whenever I write a paper, I sit down and just plough through it for 5 + hours. I NEED to get things done … significant bulk of things done in one sitting.

I think this is a big part of why I get anxious. Most of the time, whenever I have class for most of the day and get back past 6pm, I feel like I have NO TIME to do or start anything. I relish my Weekends , Mondays, and some Wednesdays, where I have blocks of time to get things done. I need these days.

Whenever I try to get a little bit of something out of the way at night, like last night, I end up staying up until 4… 5am.

I suppose this is just how I work.

So… I woke up at 10:30. Dropped from the bed into my clothes… Washed my face/brushed my teeth… Out the door by 10:40. Didn’t think a girl can do that huh?

I sleepily hurry to class to find out that it was canceled.

I don’t know whether to be annoyed or pleasantly suprised. However, I don’t feel strong enough in either to be ambivalent either… ambiguous is more like it. Apathetic? Whatever.

I contenplated going back to sleep… but I think it might be best to stay awake and finish my code hw.

You know, like citations, particular paragraphs, and wording…
and he says “omg. you rule the earth. <3<3<3. i owe you ninja pr0n or the pr0n of your choice”

You know, not such a bad trade… wee… pr0n…

I formed my own opinion of it, I loved it, and then went to see reviews. It seems that critics are torn between appreciative and condemning it for trying too hard. I thought it was delightful… despite the fact of being more metaphysical than epistemological (I would think that those questions would pertain more to the overall topic of existentialism), and the whole thing being some sort of exercise of psychotherapy.

— you might want to stop reading here… if you don’t want spoilers.–

I thought it was funny and ridiculous in a good way, though. Most times, that is the only way movies like these can be redeemed. The movie was obviously unsatisfactory in the sense of not explaining why these questions exist for these people and creating unattractive characters. Really, I want to like the characters of movies I like. Eh. However, Huckabees, was delightful.

I have thing against Jude Law, though. I think it is because he seems too perfect. Too beautiful, too confident, and too Hugh Grant sans the hurt little boy. It seems like he has no flaws… except for arrogance. I think I dislike him because he seems too perfect… too perfect to ever be satisfactorily depraved or human. Perhaps, though, he just disturbs me. I don’t feel comfortable around people like him.

Not that I ever need to worry… cause… well… he’s Jude Law. What the hell does it matter what I think?

I do admit that some points in the movie were too … shallow… like when Albert sees himself juxtaposed against Jude’s character. I don’t see how recognizing similarities or that there are other entities like you supposes that the world is one “big blanket” and everything is the same. Eh. But now… I am thinking too much about the possibilities of the movie’s theories.

I mean… the point of existentialism is that you go through the angst and distress on your own and emerge from it as an in tact individual strong in your own universe of values… right? That is the point… so… in the bigger picture, I’m not sure how the detectives and teachers really come into play or work.

I liked it because it illustrated the process of existential crisis so well. In that scene where Albert learns the significance of his cat dying, it hits everyone that people are people are people… and all individuals with their own desires and impulses. These are the things that allow you to have this distinct feeling of being alone and an individual. I like the overall nuances about the people in Albert’s organization as this collective mob (Slave mentality! AHH!). I feel that it is important to give that theme some time on the stage. I also just laughed throughout the whole fucking movie… err even parts where no one was laughing.

I mean, how do you go about finding the individual … being aware of the individual inside of you?

I formed my own opinion of it, I loved it, and then went to see reviews. It seems that critics are torn between appreciative and condemning it for trying too hard. I thought it was delightful… despite the fact of being more metaphysical than epistemological (I would think that those questions would pertain more to the overall topic of existentialism), and the whole thing being some sort of exercise of psychotherapy.

— you might want to stop reading here… if you don’t want spoilers.–

I thought it was funny and ridiculous in a good way, though. Most times, that is the only way movies like these can be redeemed. The movie was obviously unsatisfactory in the sense of not explaining why these questions exist for these people and creating unattractive characters. Really, I want to like the characters of movies I like. Eh. However, Huckabees, was delightful.

I have thing against Jude Law, though. I think it is because he seems too perfect. Too beautiful, too confident, and too Hugh Grant sans the hurt little boy. It seems like he has no flaws… except for arrogance. I think I dislike him because he seems too perfect… too perfect to ever be satisfactorily depraved or human. Perhaps, though, he just disturbs me. I don’t feel comfortable around people like him.

Not that I ever need to worry… cause… well… he’s Jude Law. What the hell does it matter what I think?

I do admit that some points in the movie were too … shallow… like when Albert sees himself juxtaposed against Jude’s character. I don’t see how recognizing similarities or that there are other entities like you supposes that the world is one “big blanket” and everything is the same. Eh. But now… I am thinking too much about the possibilities of the movie’s theories.

I mean… the point of existentialism is that you go through the angst and distress on your own and emerge from it as an in tact individual strong in your own universe of values… right? That is the point… so… in the bigger picture, I’m not sure how the detectives and teachers really come into play or work.

I liked it because it illustrated the process of existential crisis so well. In that scene where Albert learns the significance of his cat dying, it hits everyone that people are people are people… and all individuals with their own desires and impulses. These are the things that allow you to have this distinct feeling of being alone and an individual. I like the overall nuances about the people in Albert’s organization as this collective mob (Slave mentality! AHH!). I feel that it is important to give that theme some time on the stage. I also just laughed throughout the whole fucking movie… err even parts where no one was laughing.

I mean, how do you go about finding the individual … being aware of the individual inside of you?

My nap was really nice, although I guess it wasn’t really a nap. I guess you don’t nap for over 7 hours. You sleep.
Written few moments ago in my paper journal: This was a pretty hard week for me. I survived with a few minor sighs, a haircut, one thursday of complete indulgence and not attending classes, and a couple unsightly breakouts. I consider that pretty good.

The haircut was stress relieving. I just walked into that bathroom and started cutting… almost like edward sissor hands. Literally. I think my own mother was scared. I preened and cut in strange angles and got something that was a relative success. I like it. I went a bit shearing crazy and couldn’t stop layering and cutting. Yeah.

Perhaps photos will be put up later this week.

I kept thinking about it. Perhaps Nietzsche was on to something in the Genealogy’s first essay, about bad conscience and finding solace in punishment, in blood, and in my case crazily slicing off this extension of limbs… The debtor actively seeking out the punishment… almost kafkanesque… in a way. (and you can tell I’ve indulged this idea way too far… )

I have to stop with the kafka now. I can lay that topic to rest, finally. I didn’t really enjoy it.