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So.... I started school again, which means I might not be posting as often. But we'll see...

Pants

I’m not one to be overly picky about the attire I find myself in; I am content with almost anything that fits me decently well and isn’t flamboyant. I’ll even shop at second hand stores or accept hand me downs. However, there is one thing about my outfit that I, without exception, must insist upon; I must be wearing a proper pair of pants.

Now my requirements are not too excessive; I demand only a few simple things. Most importantly, the shape or fit of the garment must be satisfactory, that is, the legs must be long enough, they cannot be too slim nor too baggy, and the waist cannot be so big as to give me the appearance of having ‘thunder thighs’. Also, the material is important, and must contain a minimal amount of spandex or anything else to enhance the stretch. As for the color, anything not too flashy is fine by me – blue, grey, brown, tan, whatever.

These are, I believe, reasonable demands to make of one’s clothes. However, despite my conservative standards, I have found it excessively difficult in the past to procure myself a decent pair of pants. This has for result that I am now reduced to a mere two pairs of old disintegrating jeans. They are torn, worn, faded beyond belief, and all the pockets have holes in them.

So, I am now on a mission to completely refurbish my wardrobe and do not plan to rest until it is completed. So if anyone has seen a pair of pants that they think might suit me, please let me know!

Torso of an Archaic Apollo

by Rainer Maria Rilke

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Bumin':

(A Clockwork Orange in the background.)

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Writer David Sedaris.

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I stole this from Jessy

Glasses

August 14, 2009, 8:00 pm,

There is a man with sunglasses (big ones) sitting at a table across from me reading a book. His face is solemn and concentrated, and his eyes are looking downwards towards the pages of the book that is laying on his knees. I know he is looking downwards only by assumption, as there is no way of seeing the direction of his gaze, since his sunglasses completely hide his eyes and because his face is pointing directly in front of him and in my general direction. This last point is what is so peculiar about this man: I have the continual and disquieting feeling that he is staring directly at me - right into me - and it causes me too look up and at him over and over in an awkward way, only to come again to the same unsatisfactory conclusion that he must indeed be focussing on his book and not on myself. Still, I find this discomforting and am having great difficulty focussing on what I am doing, which is also reading. I want to say something, but I don't, for fear of him overhearing me. I take a sip of coffee. I want to do something, but I can't think of anything which would make any difference.
He takes off his sunglasses (under which he is wearing a pair of reading glasses) and starts talking to another man - a stranger - but now I can't help overhearing them. He is describing to the man, an outsider no doubt, all the many things there is to do here in this little city of Fredericton. There is nothing to do here.
Finally he leaves and I can continue on with my reading.
His name is Brad.

Huxley Interviews

Aldous Huxley, author.
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OCD and me

OCD : Obsessive-compulsive disorder : a neurosis that can take on many different shapes for as many different people. For some, it is the over-exaggerated fear of germs, which causes the person afflicted to paranoiacally wash their hands over and over again. For others, it is the continual repetition of rituals, like locking and unlocking one's door a number of times. For myself, it has manifested itself as my constantly checking and rechecking everything; from whether the front entrance is locked, to whether the fridge door has been properly closed (the result of a childhood incident). Much of my unpunctual nature can be attributed to this disorder as it has me spending large amounts of time patrolling my house in the hopes of appeasing the worry that something is out of order. Once, I even walked back home on a distance of at least 5 minutes just to check whether the toaster-oven had been properly turned off.

However, it's not all bad, there are a few advantages to this: the chances of me causing a fire in the kitchen, because of my carelessly forgetting to turn off the hotplates, are almost nonexistent; I will probably never flood the house because I clogged the toilet and did not notice; and there is no way I will be responsible for the accidental defrosting of all the meat in the freezer.

Still, despite all this, OCD remains an unpleasant presence in my life. I have read that indulging in one's impulses only leads to the worsening of the condition and that the only sure way of curing one's self is to ignore the compulsions completely (or at least as long as possible), something which I have found to be exceedingly difficult. Still, I have made some progress over the past few years and am hoping to make a full recovery.

The drawer

This is the ultimate lung.
First, you need a drawer and a plastic bag, like a garbage bag.
Then, what you do is this : You line the inside of the drawer with your bag, leaving a considerable amount of slack inside : to allow for it's opening and closing. Then you puncture or drill a hole on the top, and you let the opening of the bag come out of there, so the only hole in the area in the drawer is that hole. After that, you get a bowl, and make sure that it screws into the hole.
To get high, you simply put the bowl in the hole, pack it with weed, and while your lighting it, you pull the drawer open; thus sucking in the smoke. Then you unscrew the bowl, place your mouth up to the whole, and slam the drawer shut, sending a huge amount of smoke into your lungs.
If someone tries this, post a comment..

My house

The interior of the building is kind of like the style of an art gallery, where the bare walls, ceilings and floors are white. The edifice does not have many big, wide, main rooms but consists mostly of corridors with little 'sub-rooms' off to the sides.
One of the main features is a big castle like replica that is all over most of the right side of the wall, completely covering it in many places. The ceilings are high and there appears to be walkways near the top of the fortress. However, there is no apparent way of getting up there. The walls of the castle - especially near the bottom - appear more like the sides of a mountain, although they are smoothed and only have vague bumps. The material of this castle appears to be made of papier mâché. The whole thing is very colorful and seems to be drawn on with pastel crayons - lots of smudging, smearing and swirling of the colors. The colors are mostly light blue, yellow, red, pink - colors and shades that one would expect to find on cotton candy.
Another thing about this building that likens it to an art gallery is that the corridors seem to loop around, forming a square/circular path, with many unexpected corners. Further more, there are many items - art works if you want - scattered around in some of the sub rooms. One such room for example- all white - walls, ceiling and floor - contains upright sticks or staffs of all different styles and forms. They appear very simple at first glance, yet they have a very subtle and elegant quality or complexity to them. Something otherworldly that takes one by surprise. There are many such 'sub-rooms' like this in fact, but this is the only one I remember enough to describe.
There are also other rooms that seem to be meant for living in, however they possess certain impracticalities which would make this awkward. For example, off to the left of the main hallway and at a slightly lower level, there is a 'sub-living room'. It is separated from the main passage way by some sort of low fence - one too hard too describe. The flooring in this area is fake hard wood floor and in the back there is a stone wall with an always burning fire place. There are also many of the usual things found in a cluttered living room. The lighting in this room is very warm and heavy, as opposed to the cold and clear lighting of the rest of the building and in the middle/front of this room, there is an 'in-ground' bath tub with the taps turned on full blast with the hot water. The water is also being drained out, but not at a sufficient rate and therefore the tub is overflowing. Next to the tub there is a dark blue couch with puffy pillows and this is constantly getting soaked.

All things considered I like it here.

time travel

So, I have an idea for time travel that could work.

Ok, say you figured out how to build a time machine on your own. I mean, you did the math and the physics or whatever, wasted your whole life working on it, and in the end figured out how to do it. This seems plausible, if we assume that it is possible for time travel and that someone could figure it out (which would be fucking hard).
So you have your time machine, and you can go to any time period you want. The only problem is that you spent your whole life figuring out how to time travel and now your too fucking old to do it. I mean you only have a few more years left. So you could go to the future looking for a cure for old age , but this is really hit and miss 'cause maybe no one ever finds a cure, or even worse, the cure just keeps you living in the same old decrepit body.
So instead, you have a flash of insight and decide on something else. You figure that since you can go into the past, you could meet yourself when your still young, and give your self the blueprints or whatever for a time machine. That way you would alter the past and you wouldn't have to spend your whole life figuring out how to make one. And you could do all the time travel you want while your still young.
So, suppose you went through with it, here's how your life would go: Your born and whatever and, at a fairly young age yourself from the future comes and shows you the secret to time travel. Then old you goes back to the future, and you go on and build your time machine. Then, you travel through time your whole life and when your old, you just go back in time to visit young you and explain time travel.
Seems like it would work and it would definitely save a lot of time and trouble. This gives me hope that one day old me will show up to teach me the secrets to time travel.
There is however one problem with this: If you go back in time to teach your self, therefore altering the past, no one ever really figures out time travel. Its like you give yourself the knowledge that you don't even have. Think about it, its fucked up.
So I don't know what that means but it's a paradox I think. Unless knowledge can just pop into your mind.
Anyways, thats my theory...

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