What’s worse?
A rebel without a cause or a liberal without context?
Infinite Genius Theorem
Stumbled upon this collection of writers and their typewriter photos, so inspiring. A bit more boost I’d start writing something ughh.
Faulkner: Not the kinda of Faulkner I have in mind. More like his archnemesis Hemingway.
Hemingway: ooooh! so majestic, isn’t it?
Cohen: Here is the baffled king composing Hallelujah.
His Bobness: *reveres*
Plath: Yeah, that’s woman we know.
Hughes: Here he looks like a big time jolly good fellow (didn’t expect it reading his poems)
Orwell: Oh well, that fits him well.
Burroughs: Imagined this much…
Hitchcock: Just… noir.
Bukowski: Bukowski is Bukowski is Bukowski
Williams: Fancy enough for TW.
And hahaha vacation Faulkner again.
Help Japan
I do, too.
http://www.google.com/crisisresponse/japanquake2011.html
I pray for Japan
It’s too much to suffer through that.
Viva l’amnesie
Excuse my French 
Amnesia can’t get any sexier than this! (or can it? once season 4 really airs)
The power of impression
Coming back from seeing Norwegian Wood, but instead humming “Fourth Time Around”.
When she said,
“Don’t waste your words, they’re just lies,”
I cried she was deaf.
And she worked on my face until breaking my eyes,
Then said, “What else you got left?”
It was then that I got up to leave
But she said, “Don’t forget,
Everybody must give something back
For something they get.”
Chinese new year
I had a chinese new year visit to a temple a few days ago. People were practically swarming, although it doesn’t look it in the photo, I happened to took it from the comfy position I was sitting at lol. I hate getting drowned in human crowd.
So Eve wasn’t a liar.
Watched a program on History just now, it’s called Beast of the Bible. Scientists said snake really used to have legs, but the legs were eventually gone as we know it due to evolution since snakes dig under the surface [they don't need legs]. Then I imagined which was creepier: with or without legs. Both still creep me out. I just don’t like snake skin… ah I digress.
Anyway, I just want to remind myself to read the Old Testament, among million other things. Hmmm
Slumber
Lately I’ve been feeling sleepy all the time, and when I’m sleepy I don’t remember much of the days. Technically, that would relate to brain functioning. But now that I think about it, my life has been feeling like banal daydreaming all the time. The kind of of dream you don’t know it’s a dream, and you just think it’s life. Is this life or is it dream?
It’s rather beautiful just to think about them all: life, dream, death. Dream seems to be the in-between of life and death. I love dreams. I’m happy every time I wake up and remember my dream because that means the dream is worth remembering or memorable, thus the time I spend living-dying would not be in vain. Maybe it might even be an indication of something — either life or death. Whatever it may be, it’s fanciful enough I can enter the realm of the physical invisibility, exists only in the mind which has no physicality but can traverse me through unknown space, time and dimensions.
The dynamic relationship between the two no-physicality things: my mind and the world it creates, never ceases to amaze me. I might as well be a figment of the world my mind is constantly constructing.
When I sleep I’m dead. In death I dream. In dream I live. In life I die. In dying I awake… perpetual return. May Muses in her life-dream.
Optimist lovers
I got a bird that whistles, I got a bird that sings.
But I ain’t a-got Corrina, life don’t mean a thing.
- Corrina, Corrina. Bob Dylan
Alberta, Alberta, where you been so long?
Ain’t had no loving since you’ve been gone.
- Alberta, Alberta. Eric Clapton
They both are variations of the same or similar traditional folk songs.
ad infinitum
serry go round n' round
