My chemistry,
my glasses,
and my brain.
I’m really fustrasted right now,
cuz I can’t find anything explaining the problems on webassign,
and I can’t see clearly unless I tape my glasses to my forehead,
and everthing, mainly Micheal since he’s the only one around right now,
just got really fuckin funny and I just laughed ridiculously for no apparent reason and now I feel fine.
My emotional brain chemistry is so not normal…but on the optimistic end of the spectrum…which is even more not normal…?
Temporality from Audrey Keith on Vimeo
…not what I wanted. Can you guys watch my videos or are they blank?
The village community should embody the spirit of the home - an extension of the family rather than a collection of competing individuals. Gandhi’s dream was not of personal self-sufficiency, not even family self-sufficiency, but the self-sufficiency of the village community.
The British believed in centralized, industrialized, and mechanized modes of production. Gandhi turned this principle on its head and envisioned a decentralized, homegrown, hand-crafted mode of production. In his words, “Not mass production, but production by the masses.”
By adopting the principle of production by the masses, village communities would be able to restore dignity to the work done by human hands. There is an intrinsic value in anything we do with our hands, and in handing over work to machines we lose not only the material benefits but also the spiritual benefits, for work by hand brings with it a mediative mind and self-fulfilment. Gandhi wrote, “Its a tragedy of the first magnitude that millions of people have ceased to use their hands as hands. Nature has bestowed upon us this great gift which is our hands. If the craze for machinery methods continues, it is highly likely that a time will come when we shall be so incapacitated and weak that we shall begin to curse ourselves for having forgotten the use of the living machines given to us by God. Millions cannot keep fit by games and athletics and why should they exchange the useful productive hardy occupations for the useless, unproductive and expensive sports and games.” Mass production is only concerned with the product, whereas production by the masses is concerned with the product, the producers, and the process.
~Excerpt from article by Satish Kumar
http://www.squat.net/caravan/ICC-en/Krrs-en/ghandi-econ-en.htm
The more I read this, I wonder where an economy like might actually exist.
I already know about ecovillages, but they’re few and far between.
I think, maybe, I’d like to live in India awhile.
I swear,
I must be one of the luckiest people I know,
be it good or bad luck.
Things are always happening to me.
I embrace the random.
Because so far,
bad luck ends in good luck,
and I’m fine with breaking even!
Watching you sleep,
Eyes moving frantically,
their lids closed tight,
I listen to your troubled breathing,
and attempt to brush the worry
out of your brow.
I looked at the calendar in my phone today, and realized that there are only two and half weeks until finals week.
Finals week for me means:
Culmulative written Spanish final (ughughugh)
Culmulative Chem final (eh)
Turning in a 4-6 page research paper on Swadeshi (not bad)
Going home Wednesday (yay!)
Court at 9 am Thursday <sigh>
Then coming back, moving out, and parting for the summer.
and I’m kinda bummed about that bit.
I want to kidnap everyone and take them to Burlington with me for the next three months. Who’s in?
Passage found in a book of short stories:
“Read to me,” says Elise, nodding to her beloved.
Theodore clears his throat. “So this, I realized, was to be the essential element of my practice, untangling the knots of words and phrases that bound me to a self-destructive idea of who and what I am.”
He pauses, considering the phrases I love you too much, I’m too old, This isn’t working, and see himself in a net of ridiculous ideas.
“Go on,” she urges, knowing the passage by heart.
“I saw that I depended on fear to define myself, that I had developed a mistrust of change. I understood Buddha’s most courageous act was to rid himself of any expectation of outcome — trusting completely in the exquisite resiliency and creativity of the soul. Life can be a marvelous improvisation, whether we play alone, in duet, in trio, quartet, or with ten thousand other singers and thinkers and lovers of this life, this breath, this divine chance to see what happens.”
Theodore looks up from the page, the denseness of his worry lessend by reading these words aloud. Here is Elise, a woman, a person, a concentration of matter illuminated by a vibrant spirit, happy to be with him.
***
If you don’t understand the plot here, thats ok, I mostly want to show off the italicized bits :)
There are perks to being in a relationship with a romantic:
They can be random.
Ridiculuous little paragraphs
excerpted from a research paper
I read while looking for info for rhetoric:
"Gay marriages also provide sufficient reasons for society to
promote them. They at least fulfill two of the most important reasons
for marriage: the domestication of men and the provision of a reliable
care giver (Rauch 22).
Civilizing men is one of society's biggest problems (Rauch 22).
Whenever large masses of unattached men gather, there is a huge
potential for trouble--for instance, gangs in Los Angeles, hooligans in
Britain, skinheads in Germany (Rauch 22). Both heterosexual and male
homosexual relationships, then, settle men, keep them at home and out
of trouble (Rauch 22)."
Why do men get to make all the trouble?
