"Feel the lightness of being that results from forgiving others and accepting them as they are.
Free yourself of the endless vigil of policing the behavior of others.
See them for who they are, not what they can or can't do for you.
"
From the Book of Changes - Hexagram 40.
2019-01-31
2019-01-28
Angel divine
Michel/le - She can protect me
Raphael/le - She can heal me
Me - I can protect Raphael/le y/or Michel/le
2019-09 update: Changed the names to make them genderless, tried my hand at spanish and elementary particles
Raphael/le - She can heal me
Me - I can protect Raphael/le y/or Michel/le
2019-09 update: Changed the names to make them genderless, tried my hand at spanish and elementary particles
2019-01-27
Boil-ology (I'm making tea after losing my Mighty)
Homo sapiens, not homo socialis.
Homo habilis, très habile
Lights is still around and kickin' :)
Updated draft on a Tuesday: J'aime siffler.
2019-01-24
Neutrinality
One neutrino made it out; that's the last thing I remember, before... before the onslaught hugged him too tight such that he fell backwards into one of the many voids that afflicts this metropolis. Of the voids, there isn't much to say other than some zombies probably could live there for a while.
If I had to pick a moment in time where I might have made it out without relying on externalizations, that moment would be now. For, like a benzene molecule in perpetual motion, I have got - another girl. Another girl who will love me 'till the end. Through thick and thin, she will always be my friend.
Hi A.M.! I hope you like The Beatles! :D
If I had to pick a moment in time where I might have made it out without relying on externalizations, that moment would be now. For, like a benzene molecule in perpetual motion, I have got - another girl. Another girl who will love me 'till the end. Through thick and thin, she will always be my friend.
Hi A.M.! I hope you like The Beatles! :D
2019-01-22
Black Tuna-
Beautiful is a song by Scatterheart, yes, and I've actually met, talked, and even taken a few different yoga classes with the lead singer. He told me he might put on his wings again for my birthday; but this was so long ago that I would not hold them to it.
2019-01-19
Majestic and poisonous
I started my day by picking a card; treading is what was given to me, so tread I tried to do.
Was I cautious? I certainly feel like I was, since I decided to bike home by renting a BikeShare bike and pedaled, pedaled I did on mostly watery roads illuminated by the harsh glow of endless cars. It was a fun ride home, in different words.
The highlight of my week is attending all my classes - I'm finally doing science again. I'm picking up almost where I left off, oh, say, almost 12 years ago now, which would have been the last time I was in IB and taking science. And indeed, this was a time when I was blogging furiously and emotionally, and I'm getting back into that.
I don't want to be sucked into a scientific hell where I see the world through the lens of pure numbers and molecules, so I decided to check out A Farewell to Arms from the St. Michael's Library. I've read it in French before, and I thought it was a terrific story. You really get to feel the emotions of the characters that Hemingway writes about, and the imagery almost rivals Tolkien's. I can't wait to read it in its original form!
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I still feel lonely, even more so on campus. I don't look anyone in the eye anymore. I think it's too painful. My iron heart keeps beating, and my carbonated lungs process the toxicating smog that I regrettably inhale each day. For how much longer will the poison spread?
Was I cautious? I certainly feel like I was, since I decided to bike home by renting a BikeShare bike and pedaled, pedaled I did on mostly watery roads illuminated by the harsh glow of endless cars. It was a fun ride home, in different words.
The highlight of my week is attending all my classes - I'm finally doing science again. I'm picking up almost where I left off, oh, say, almost 12 years ago now, which would have been the last time I was in IB and taking science. And indeed, this was a time when I was blogging furiously and emotionally, and I'm getting back into that.
I don't want to be sucked into a scientific hell where I see the world through the lens of pure numbers and molecules, so I decided to check out A Farewell to Arms from the St. Michael's Library. I've read it in French before, and I thought it was a terrific story. You really get to feel the emotions of the characters that Hemingway writes about, and the imagery almost rivals Tolkien's. I can't wait to read it in its original form!
-
I still feel lonely, even more so on campus. I don't look anyone in the eye anymore. I think it's too painful. My iron heart keeps beating, and my carbonated lungs process the toxicating smog that I regrettably inhale each day. For how much longer will the poison spread?
2019-01-16
Mad Libs @ Stella's
There; without a plot, a human being is like a tiger lost in High Park. Predictably, taking a hike is something that doth not happen often - that is, unless you're into twisted paths that creep into dark voids.
Arguing for the sake of arguing is called rhetoric.
Canadiana is sold everywhere in this god-forsaken city. I would not be surprised if Vancouver had it worse, considering the considerable amount of trade routes.
Sunny days ahead, especially after February 5th.
Arguing for the sake of arguing is called rhetoric.
Canadiana is sold everywhere in this god-forsaken city. I would not be surprised if Vancouver had it worse, considering the considerable amount of trade routes.
Sunny days ahead, especially after February 5th.
2019-01-14
The Robartic Triangle Conundrum cont.
Once again, if you whisper things to me; I am more than likely not going to reply to you and in fact, you are making me angrier. So maybe instead of acting like idiot psychologists, try and look up the word ETHICS and EMPATHY first. The amount of people who tell me to "smile" and simply the words "sorry" is unreal. It's happened to me so many times at this point that I am definitely not surprised; I am saddened.
Why am I saddened? Because so many people here should NOT be here. They smoke, they litter, they eat GARBAGE (so I don't blame them), but the fact that they're polluting Gaia is CLEARLY an issue. Who does this stuff? It's the tragedy of the commons.
Fellow U of T ex-smokers, you're cool. Ex-vapers, even more so. That shit is SCARY if you don't know what you're doing. Oil = mulefas from Lyra's realm.
And some random quotes I said today:
"What, like a $300/$500/$1000 dollar suit?" - Parodying Job from Arrested Development
"MOOOOOOVEU" - Non-sexual double-entendre: I invest in Micron, the semi-conductor company, and I also care about physicality. Kinda confusing, but bear with me. MoveU is a service provided to U of T students; but it's also an encouragement; honestly, it's something I don't know too much about but it has to do with animals such as cows.
"STOP SMOKING - ARE YOU GUYS HOMICIDAL OR WHAT"? Paraphrased
"Back to work!" Random thing I say to myself to keep persevering.
Perseverance: two ways to pronounce it - "purr-sever-anse" or "purr-sir-veer-ehnce".
™ = Hold Alt -> on the numpad, press 0153. That's if you want to trademark something, which apparently is some sort of rite of passage at this god-forsaken university.
I can't hold a fork; oh noes.
So much random inspiration; no one gives a shit about this blog except Blogger + Google, and some friends of old.
Why am I saddened? Because so many people here should NOT be here. They smoke, they litter, they eat GARBAGE (so I don't blame them), but the fact that they're polluting Gaia is CLEARLY an issue. Who does this stuff? It's the tragedy of the commons.
Fellow U of T ex-smokers, you're cool. Ex-vapers, even more so. That shit is SCARY if you don't know what you're doing. Oil = mulefas from Lyra's realm.
And some random quotes I said today:
"What, like a $300/$500/$1000 dollar suit?" - Parodying Job from Arrested Development
"MOOOOOOVEU" - Non-sexual double-entendre: I invest in Micron, the semi-conductor company, and I also care about physicality. Kinda confusing, but bear with me. MoveU is a service provided to U of T students; but it's also an encouragement; honestly, it's something I don't know too much about but it has to do with animals such as cows.
"STOP SMOKING - ARE YOU GUYS HOMICIDAL OR WHAT"? Paraphrased
"Back to work!" Random thing I say to myself to keep persevering.
Perseverance: two ways to pronounce it - "purr-sever-anse" or "purr-sir-veer-ehnce".
™ = Hold Alt -> on the numpad, press 0153. That's if you want to trademark something, which apparently is some sort of rite of passage at this god-forsaken university.
I can't hold a fork; oh noes.
So much random inspiration; no one gives a shit about this blog except Blogger + Google, and some friends of old.
2019-01-13
Conflight
A man took my spot on a badminton court today.
When I tried to explain to him that I was taking a one minute break in-between games whilst my mixed partner warmed up, he told me to "lose your attitude". I looked at him quizzically, and decided that he was not worth my time.
I, as calmly as I could, rose up from the bench I was sitting and walked to my other spot, on the benches at a far court. Whilst gathering my bearings, he continued to yell at me.
I could have yelled at him. Had I been a more violent person by nature, I might even have punched him for being so rude, inconsiderate, and downright mean. Instead, I tried to play a game with better people. I won that game; but the fun was gone, so I left and did my best to amble back home.
The subways were down, and I walked through the crowds of brightened people hurrying to catch a shuttle bus South or North while I made my way into the Loblaws to purchase an assortment of products that I probably paid too much for and that I definitely did not need.
Thus ends my story about my productive day.
Oh, and I made cricket/mushroom/fish soup.
When I tried to explain to him that I was taking a one minute break in-between games whilst my mixed partner warmed up, he told me to "lose your attitude". I looked at him quizzically, and decided that he was not worth my time.
I, as calmly as I could, rose up from the bench I was sitting and walked to my other spot, on the benches at a far court. Whilst gathering my bearings, he continued to yell at me.
I could have yelled at him. Had I been a more violent person by nature, I might even have punched him for being so rude, inconsiderate, and downright mean. Instead, I tried to play a game with better people. I won that game; but the fun was gone, so I left and did my best to amble back home.
The subways were down, and I walked through the crowds of brightened people hurrying to catch a shuttle bus South or North while I made my way into the Loblaws to purchase an assortment of products that I probably paid too much for and that I definitely did not need.
Thus ends my story about my productive day.
Oh, and I made cricket/mushroom/fish soup.
2019-01-12
+25 points to English Literature
"He was her servant for life." - Philip Pullman, as cited in "The Book of Dust".
Now to go check out something about rubies...
Now to go check out something about rubies...
2019-01-10
Losing track of the track
I'm going to cancel the opportunity to write the tile that indicates that I am free writing. Why complicated things when you can simplify things... is what a politician and a mathematician would say.
The blank page; not the Front Page, as so cleverly enunciated by Rick Mercer.
What happened to the CBC, anyway? Anytime I tune into that show, it's always NEVER current. Probably because they make terrible financial decisions. And those decisions are the same they were making 10 years ago? I think not.
The reasoning behind all this is that by cutting media funding, the Harper government took away the tools from the workers, which prevented them from adequately defending themselves from the tools that are not so commonplace but far more dangerous.
Again, the reason I continue to write is because I've rationalized that it's far more efficient for me to write things on a screen (at least, creatively speaking - good luck using Blogger to do your Chem homework!).
Yours truly,
GH
The blank page; not the Front Page, as so cleverly enunciated by Rick Mercer.
What happened to the CBC, anyway? Anytime I tune into that show, it's always NEVER current. Probably because they make terrible financial decisions. And those decisions are the same they were making 10 years ago? I think not.
The reasoning behind all this is that by cutting media funding, the Harper government took away the tools from the workers, which prevented them from adequately defending themselves from the tools that are not so commonplace but far more dangerous.
Again, the reason I continue to write is because I've rationalized that it's far more efficient for me to write things on a screen (at least, creatively speaking - good luck using Blogger to do your Chem homework!).
Yours truly,
GH
Stella & Pikachu
Today, I headed down to Robarts Library and tried to print my course syllabus for Organic Chemistry. The first computer I tried would not open the pdf file, so I had to scoot over to the second one; they're all in rows, and while most of them are at sit-down desks, the one I used was a stand-up.
So I sent the syllabus to the printer, but when I got to the printer, there was a sign saying that my card was no longer valid and I would have to upgrade to a new U of T card to access the funds on it to print.
Anyway, long story short, I'll print my syllabus tomorrow.
I then headed to Stella's Place with my brand new Diablo scarf that I had ordered previously and received in the mail yesterday, and when I arrived... the studio activity for the week was finger-knitting a scarf. So I started to finger-knit a scarf, but I quickly realized what a futile effort it would be to create something I had no need of. So with help from one of the facilitators, I finger-knit a cozy-thing for my Nintendo Switch.
Speaking of which, I'm excited to eventually play this game:
So I sent the syllabus to the printer, but when I got to the printer, there was a sign saying that my card was no longer valid and I would have to upgrade to a new U of T card to access the funds on it to print.
Anyway, long story short, I'll print my syllabus tomorrow.
I then headed to Stella's Place with my brand new Diablo scarf that I had ordered previously and received in the mail yesterday, and when I arrived... the studio activity for the week was finger-knitting a scarf. So I started to finger-knit a scarf, but I quickly realized what a futile effort it would be to create something I had no need of. So with help from one of the facilitators, I finger-knit a cozy-thing for my Nintendo Switch.
Speaking of which, I'm excited to eventually play this game:
I'm not sure when I'll open it. I really should open it; I don't want to have too stressful of a semester.
It's getting really late and I have class tomorrow. I'm content with how easy it was to write all these words. Took me less than 10 minutes. Wow.
It feels good to feel alive again.
Typo checkup on 2024-03-16.
2019-01-09
2019-01-05
A laugh of despair
Gliding through the effervescent blinding light of the Dark Forest, I feel warm tears slowly dissolve into icicle trinkets that hang from my shocked eyes.
I saw Orion, the hunter today. He is as bright as ever. And I hate to use this word, because I despise it, because it is entirely true, that I am grateful that I can still see stars at night. I can even make out constellations. In the middle of a city.
In the middle, there was nothing but energies swirling around me. And I can't see. I can't see because the icicles melted away to be replaced by poisonous particles that exist because of the cancerous plague we've unleashed as a species.
So I laughed. I laughed a twisted cry of mercy, and the laugh was almost inhuman that I had no choice but to cry. So cry I did, for a fleeting moment, until the photons hurt me once more.
X-rays have nothing on the radiation... the radiation that perversely invades every soul caught in this City of Blinding Lights.
I saw Orion, the hunter today. He is as bright as ever. And I hate to use this word, because I despise it, because it is entirely true, that I am grateful that I can still see stars at night. I can even make out constellations. In the middle of a city.
In the middle, there was nothing but energies swirling around me. And I can't see. I can't see because the icicles melted away to be replaced by poisonous particles that exist because of the cancerous plague we've unleashed as a species.
So I laughed. I laughed a twisted cry of mercy, and the laugh was almost inhuman that I had no choice but to cry. So cry I did, for a fleeting moment, until the photons hurt me once more.
X-rays have nothing on the radiation... the radiation that perversely invades every soul caught in this City of Blinding Lights.
2019-01-01
GBS & HW + Env't = Faith
George Bernard Shaw wrote: "Life is no brief candle for me. It is a sort of splendid torch which I have got hold of for the moment, and I want to make it burn as brightly as possible before handing it on to future generations."
This mixes well with what Hayley Williams sings in Last Hope: "It's just a spark, but it's enough to keep me going. And when it's dark out and no one's around it keeps glowing."
As an environmentalist, the worst part of it is that too many people still drive SUVs solo everywhere in this dead water city. My worry is that what kids will be breathing in 50 years will not just be smog, but something more akin to smog-haze-sludge because of human irresponsibility.
In other news, I'm taking a 1st year chemistry course this semester at the best university in Canada. Wow!
This mixes well with what Hayley Williams sings in Last Hope: "It's just a spark, but it's enough to keep me going. And when it's dark out and no one's around it keeps glowing."
As an environmentalist, the worst part of it is that too many people still drive SUVs solo everywhere in this dead water city. My worry is that what kids will be breathing in 50 years will not just be smog, but something more akin to smog-haze-sludge because of human irresponsibility.
In other news, I'm taking a 1st year chemistry course this semester at the best university in Canada. Wow!
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