Reading Mutual Aid: A Factor of Evolution has definitely rekindled my enjoyment and affection for life. It's also interesting to reflect on the inconsistencies in the way biology is taught. Darwin is most definitely rolling in is grave and something as 'objective' as biology definitely is driven by political motives.

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I'm really excited about next ( Read more... )

I'm taking Vietnamese next quarter with Kim - the next Noam Chomsky! I am thoroughly excited. I haven't been this excited about taking a class here... ever.

Things don't look too bad.

Yo-Yo Ma doesn't look too bad either.

Richard is great. I enjoy our talks about humanity, especially his humanity ( Read more... )

I had dinner with Dorothy last night... she's a beautiful person ( Read more... )

Pictures are a sort of permanent transience. Every day we bask in the glory and beauty of an ephemeral universe, and yet the miracle goes mostly unnoticed. We will never have a moment such as the previous time frame again. Existence will never be like the previous time frame again. All the countless molecules - all the organs of existence will ( Read more... )

This week was a nauseating existential hell - a calculated but chaotic fabrication of loneliness, doubt, despair - all of this sprinkled with a healthy dose of tears. As with all things existential, things can either spiral into nihilism and self destruction or, from the ashes of anguish and despair, things gain renewed clarity and essence ( Read more... )

I can understand why people such as Donna drink all the time. Politics and bureaucracy make me feel dirty and conflicted. I'd rather not think about it or deal with it. I'd rather drink myself into nostalgia. Drown myself in the company of native speakers so I can try and taste the fleeting memories of a once glorious time. Existence is what I am ( Read more... )

I can't study. I can't sleep.

I've been in a weird coma today. Once again, I've fallen in love with dead space. The prospect of human existence sparks sepia toned imagery. I didn't really feel like I was actively existing in the present, rather, only existing as an outside observer. Words don't seem to explain the detachment. I felt like film. ( Read more... )

My tremolo and rasgueado are getting better.

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Argh, I hate studying.

I sort of want to go running but my joints hurt for some odd reason...

I feel sad ( Read more... )