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1 April passed and it was not a joke
Still, part of me hoped that you, your family and friends could be capable of pulling the blanket over our eyes.
Probably I’ve stopped being in shock. Which would explain why the distance, memories and aborted plans are a genuine hurt. I’m happy when I think of the person who’s commented on my facebook, tumblr and twitter these past two years, a voice I’ve hit ‘play’ on and laughed with, a name I’ve brought up with pride, fondness and anticipation. I’m wretched when I think of all the things we half did, places we didn’t go, and most of all, that I’d always been dimly aware of the reason why you’re gone, yet waited all this time to hear in person. Now I won’t get to hear it because even if you’re rocking out with me in the future, I might never know.
This pain is a selfish emotion because you could be having a ball now, free of all antagonisms. It hurts because where I might have bought a bank-breaking ticket, I don’t really get to choose anymore… But I miss you for the man I knew, the man I had yet to know and the man who is so very precious to many of us.
My dear Terry, thank you and take care. I’ll keep the Starcraft channel on for you. You loved many things so I’ll remember to save a share for you.
Till next time.
Axelrod’s strategies for promoting cooperation:
- Enlarge the shadow of the future
- Teach reciprocity
- Insist on no more than equity
- Respond quickly to provocation
- Cultivate reputation as reciprocator
Doesn’t “reciprocator” sound like a dinosaur.
Really random thoughts. Like there’s a big gumball machine of thoughts, with a hole in the bottom so the gumballs endlessly spill out even when I haven’t put a coin in. Mostly while I’m dual-processing something I’m less interested in, too. Focus is not my strong suit though I want to change that.
Anyway, you know. I’ve been thinking about L.L and the thought is persistent and singular: I wish I had not met him. I wish I could blight out the memory of knowing this person. I’m no longer disgusted or emotional about the whole thing. But I’ve never really hated someone, and I do hate him. Not in an angry, itching way. Just a quiet factual resentment, like when people say, “I’m tired, I’m going home.” I don’t dislike or enjoy or wallow in this hate. But I see now, it’s there, in spite of my mind saying that “ohhh you know, everyone deserves forgiveness and it does no one any good to hate or be hated”, it’s there, as straightforward as realizing I have eyebrows or knees.
“Ideal education would provide everyone with this type of moment.”
“…One of the Korean’s favorite college memories is this: The Korean was friends with a charismatic deaf person who ended up serving as the Executive Vice President of the student government that oversees over 30,000 students. His friend was such a socially adept smooth talker that, other than the hearing aid on his ears and his pitchless voice typical of a deaf person, the Korean hardly noticed that his friend was much different from him.
One day, the Korean went to the beach with his friends. After dark, we set a bonfire, sat around it and talked. Because the fire was hot on his face, the Korean spoke with his two hands cupped around the lower part of his face, without thinking much about it. But whenever the Korean talked, the Korean’s friend waved his hand at the Korean, as if he was brushing something aside. The Korean did not understand. After a few seconds, finally another friend explained: ‘Justin can’t read your lips if you cover your face like that.’
It was a minor episode at the time, but somehow it stayed in the Korean’s mind. It was such a little thing that the Korean himself did not even perceive, but that little thing blocked out the entire communication for Justin. You would think that someone who moved from one country to another at age 16 would be able to appreciate the differences in radically different people. But the moment that stays with the Korean’s head had nothing to do with his experience of adjusting wholesale to a completely different culture. It had to do with his experience of something that was nearly imperceptible at the time but somehow resonated greater and greater until it became a personal philosophy-defining moment.”
After Dark, Haruki Murakami.
Just another Friday class
- Female student:
- Prof, what does the difference in arrow size represent?
- Professor:
- Hm, gee, I don't know.
- Male student:
- ...I think it's penis size.
- Professor:
- Penis size...
- -awkward silence-
- Male student:
- Yeah we do have the biggest penises when compared to chimpanzees, gorillas, etc.
- Professor:
- I read somewhere that maybe the big penis allows a guy to scoop out his competitors' sperm.
Categorization exercises
- -Pictures of footballs, pingpong balls, basketballs, hockey puts etc.-
- A:
- They are all round... With some exceptions.
- B:
- They have no corners.
- A, B and rest of class:
- -stumped-
- P:
- What do dogs have in common?
- A:
- They have noses.
- B:
- A is afraid of all of them.
This is as good a time as any to mention that I made all gifs with anigif on the iphone. It was great amusement *_*
When I die remember me thus: in thoughtful mastication (next gif on the agenda: rabid caveman consumption. Not consuming caveman. Consuming like caveman.)