about the relation between language and feeling, about 90% of writing being revising sounding dreary, and about kerouac vs hemingway
There are an infinite number of signals in the world. We create our reality by paying attention to a subset of these. By picking what signals you pay attention to, by picking your "reality tunnel", you can create the world you want.
For the first time in my life I flipped through one of those airplane magazines in the seatback pocket in front of you. Shit is dystopian. Satirical almost. I highly recommend it.
The gaze of those you know fixes you in the role you play for them and my friends generally don't expect me to crawl around the floor meowing.
Never asking for help subtly reinforced a sense of separateness from society, narrowing the scope of my love, involvement, and responsibility.
Why I trust traditional medicine.
Baby steps into the spiritual life.
Dealing with loneliness in college.
Shitting myself over some spiders.
Here are all the posts I've wrote while blogging for UT, loosely categorized.
Why I lost my shit when my friend told me he cleans his toaster.
The first of many aquatic misadventures.
*hints blunt* i feel like there's just, like, no point to anything, you know
My first arduino project.