A collection of thoughts ... from a[n exploding] boy in Toronto.
Got sidetracked from paper writing, watching videos of a 14 year old skateboarder with mad skillz and game on youtube. This made me envious, and compelled me to go skating (with less reservations than usual i.e. not wanting to tear pants nor have head hit ground). But I like to think it’s the giant long board wheels — that are otherwise awesome for getting around — that are holding me back from being able to do flip tricks (that I could never reliably do anyways. Shhh…).
Maybe I AM still caught up in teenage desires?!? Maybe I AM more immature than I thought?!? But I like to think I am fairly collected and have good emotional intelligence when interacting with other people. I was thinking the other days that maybe heavy music (and perhaps “mindfulness”) is my outlet for my angst, whereas some of my peers with more age appropriate preferences (i.e. boring indie rock that doesn’t feel) dump their angst on others. And ultimately I don’t think I would want to be a teenager again (an authoritarian parent, trivial schooling, limited exposures, and I guess just less “developed”; or in other words, less “grown up”, less aware, less considerate).
I guess it’s back to grad school life…
OMG, I saw a clip of one of Babymetal’s shows where people actually did the wall of death (where fans split up into two groups ~10 metres across from one another, then literally run at each others). Kind of dumb (and awful if fans are pressured into it or unknowing in the way), but okay I guess if those involved are down with it (and they’re mindful of the other fans). I always appreciated the mosh pit ethic where if anyone fell other fans would either protect them or help them up.
I never got into Fugazi (the ‘post-hardcore’ band), but I appreciate and found amusing this clip where they deride these two aggressive fans who they previously spotted eating ice cream cones:
"Don’t fucking kick people. Don’t punch people. If you want to do that fucking shit get on the fucking football field, alright. I’m talking to you, that’s right …. Try to be a little more kind. … I saw you eating ice-cream, pal… You’re bad now, but I saw you… That’s the shit you can’t hide. You eat ice cream; everybody knows it. Ice-cream-eating motherfucker, that’s what you are."
You can’t be a bad boy or grrrl and eat icecream?!?
Mmmm … I looove yam chops from the vegan butchery. Nom nom nom.
(Actually, I’m kind of sick of sweet potatoes)
picture translation to me: hello world, I am up late working on a paper and I don’t want to be alone nor working on this paper. Someone have human interaction with meee…
Was feeling like a mess so took a 2AM stroll to Ghazele for a veg sandwich. (Contrary to my previous thoughts, I think Ghazele might actually be better than Sarah’s). Now back in my room all reset, with serene Christmas lights on and a playlist queued up, and ready to finish this paper. (bad estimated time now deleted). I can do it!
What would you say to people who are disappointed that they have been sorted into Hufflepuff? (x)
I just watched the final episode for How I Met Your Mother, and overall I thought it was really quite touching and inspiring. It was worth sticking with a dwindling show that for the most part had lost the “dramedy” charm it had in the beginning. (or in part, maybe I just tired of the same sexually crude humor). I did skip some of the lower ranked episodes.
While watching the finale I smiled, giggled, had my mouth open in awe, and sometimes with tears (and sometimes all at the same time). Is this a substitute for the great joy that I so rarely experience in real life? (and rarely, if never, to the same extent). It’s a shame it’s fake. These incredibly beautiful moments that are contrived and scripted. I’m sure (and I know) there are beautiful stories that are real from the past, present, and future. Maybe this is why so called reality TV has become so popular; because it’s “real”. I tend to justify TV entertainment by thinking that maybe it’s inspiring (and educational) for real life (or maybe it’s just what keeps us going). The only danger is getting too sucked into fictitious worlds. Aka living these beautiful stories and feeling, but in one’s mind and being absent from the real world with real people. At the same time that I advocate for living in the (social) real world, it’s ironic how I prefer to watch such videos alone. But I think it’s always about having the appropriate company. I’m reminded that the things I’m probably most inspired by are romance, resistance, and babies.
I forgot about this photo. My (imaginary) partner <3 She’s a manic pixie dream riot grrrl. We’re in love and we’re learning so much from each other!
I was at a ~rave several weekends ago and some dude in the washroom told me I looked like the guitarist in Smashing Pumpkins. 1) I didn’t know there was an Asian dude in the Smashing Pumpkins! 2) I looked him up later and we don’t look anything alike! It’s just another Asian dude with long hair!
"When children go to bed hungry, the diamonds of the wealthy are the emblems of their shame" — from the Dandelion Insurrection