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Sep 14

SUPER-LOOPER - Univers Labs -

I made a thing, also go check out super looper, it’s really fun.

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Sep 13

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Sep 12

“Don’t judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant.” — Robert Louis Stevenson

Sep 11

Anonymous said: What sign are You? Thoughts?

Sign, sign, everywhere a sign

Railroad Crossing Sign

Gemini and Dog,with some evidence to say they’re accurate and some to the contrary.

Signs aren’t really my thing. I’m rather rigid with things like that, evidence or my disbelief.  Now, perhaps there is some kind of quantum entanglement associated between personality determining factors of individual people and the lines we draw between the vastly distant points of light in the sky, but I sincerely doubt it. 

However, I think zodiac/astrology/signs are an interesting concept, and I think that they provide a basis for some identity and values. For example, as a dog I’m supposed to be loyal. I certainly don’t think that’s a bad principle to have.

I don’t buy it, but they’re not a bad thing. If a horoscope says it’s a good day to kill, don’t. If it says you’ll find love, hope as much as the disappointment you can handle.

Sep 10

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Take a moment to consider all that goes into a performance like this. 
Many instances of talented and practiced people
The music, composition arrangement
the multitasking
The culture around the art on display
Time and planning
Cooperation
all of the history and circumstances leading up to it
The end result is a bunch of people working together to create a few moments where they become something much greater than the sum of there parts. 
We can do some amazing shit when we apply ourselves.

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Take a moment to consider all that goes into a performance like this. 

The end result is a bunch of people working together to create a few moments where they become something much greater than the sum of there parts. 

We can do some amazing shit when we apply ourselves.

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Sep 05

“A man who is a master of patience is master of everything else.” — George Savile

(Source: zegathra)

Sep 04

On a Memory

The other day, I went for a walk in the rain. On this walk, through the old town area, I passed by a park. It’s a small brick paved area between two buildings, with some trees, benches, and such.

Now, as I looked at this location I’ve known my entire life I found myself recalling a relatively recent memory of a time I had sat in this park and cried. This memory did have a person associated with it. However, I’m still on good terms with this person, and I have forgotten the events causing this sadness. Although I do remember crying and being sad, no emotion response is conjured with the memory.

In a pessimistic shade, it shows that even as history falls away and the hurting fades, the pain is remembered. In an optimistic light, time heals all wounds, and I have a functional memory. I’m thinking that it added up to almost nothing. The memory is a record, nothing more or less.  

Sep 03

No, no, no! I don’t think you understand,
I really like apples.

No, no, no! I don’t think you understand,

I really like apples.

Sep 02

“He who fears being conquered is sure of defeat.” — Napoleon Bonaparte

(Source: zegathra, via zegathra)

Aug 31

Anonymous said: What books are you reading right now outside of required texts at school?

Well, I’m starting on  Mary Shelly’s Frankenstein, and then I’m going to go through Maus.

Aug 22

Aug 12

O Captain! My Captain! BY WALT WHITMAN

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
                         But O heart! heart! heart!
                            O the bleeding drops of red,
                               Where on the deck my Captain lies,
                                  Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
                         Here Captain! dear father!
                            This arm beneath your head!
                               It is some dream that on the deck,
                                 You’ve fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
                         Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
                            But I with mournful tread,
                               Walk the deck my Captain lies,
                                  Fallen cold and dead.
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