*as we walk by unnerving smell of garbage and odors only New York can amke*
C: Gross uck, what’s that smell?
M: It’s smell like… Occupy Wallstreet.
so bad, bad diddy. bad diddy.
I think that it’s important to like stuff, cause we spend a lot of time thinking about things we don’t like. Whether its the world ending, or inequality, or sex and the city. We often just accept the things that we like, and complain a lot about the things that we don’t like. But if we could, like, intensely dwell on the really great things in life the way we intensely dwell on the negative things in life; I think that would be fantastic. — Hank Green (via danseurs)
“You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.”
“At a time like this that’s all you can think to say?”
“Nonsense. You’re only saying that because no one ever has.”
“I don’t think I’m quite familiar with that phrase.”
“I would not say such things if I were you!”
“I do not suppose you could speed things up?”
“Skip to the end!”
“That is the sound of ultimate suffering.”
Walking away from Union Square, I see two aging rockers, playing guitar with amps hooked out of their travel van.
A crowd is starting to form around the frenetic performance on the sidewalk from these dinosaurs of rock & roll. In the midst of this semi-circle crowd is a single person, a caucasian, female, in typical St. Patty’s Day wear.
At first I couldn’t fully see her due to the crowd blocking her, but I soon see that she is rocking out as well, SHREDDING THE SHIT OUT OF HER AIR-GUITAR.
Seriously, that back lean was pure style.
I don’t know what she was on, but air-guitar girl, I salute you. Thank you for making my day.
On an unrelated note, I was going up to Central Park, and unfortunately, I had to go through midtown. The tourists were seriously teeming, and for once, I did empathize with the true New Yorker’s hate for tourists.
As I’m taking the shuttle from Grand Central to Time Square, I’m sitting close to a middle-age caucasian mother with two children, making a stir in the crowded train, annoying everyone with her antics. She starts making obnoxious jokes and berates me for not scooting over enough for her daughter.
The trip goes on, and my claustrophobia (or perhaps it’s a general phobia of Middle America) is coming out. Then she spouts this gem.
“Everyone’s Irish today. Everyone! Even YOU” *blatanly points to black, possibly African, guy sitting next to her*
I love America.
life got hectic, real quick.
Watched Legend of Drunken Master @ 3 AM on New Year’s.
Not sure why I’ve never really watched any Kung Fu movies while growing up.
The English dubs are almost as epic as the fight scenes, but now, I want to watch some original HK flicks in Cantonese.
Beef Culture Internationally -
The American cultural anthropologist Margaret Mead wrote in the American Anthropological Journal of the American Anthropological Association, “cultures that divide and cut beef specifically to consume are the Koreans and the Bodi tribe in East Africa. The French and English make 35 differentiations to the beef cuts, 51 cuts for the Bodi tribe, while the Koreans differentiate beef cuts into a staggering 120 different parts.”
Very interesting. Something I can stand by after indulging in AYCE Korean BBQ earlier this week.
Although perhaps more interesting is the phenomenon that most common Korean food tends to be marinated and/or heavily seasoned. As a result, Korean cuisine doesn’t necessarily remain true to the fidelity of the cut or the state of the natural food in general.
Was feeling a bit lonely.
Talked to my mom, and our discussion degenerated to become a somewhat heated debate as it tends to.
I got caught up in the moment (adrenaline?), and my loneliness was overpowered. I feel fine now as if the weight on my mind was expelled and instead my thoughts were fortified from dwelling currents. Funny how emotional states can change and be overtaken so dramatically and quickly.
What’s funnier is that before this year, I had never really been in touch with my emotions, so it’s been amazing watching the whirlwind inside my head. I have truly realized that humans are emotional creatures.
Random thoughts free-write:
That’s why media is so powerful. Music, in particular, is easy for one to be absorbed into, for it starts off passive but can have immersive narratives and emotional tones.
Video, games, and other multi-sensory media can be incredibly engaging, but one has to be somewhat willing and ready to participate in that engagement.
Text whether it be an article, book, blog, etc is a level of investment and concentration deeper in as one has to commit to reading, analyzing, and breaking down. The information and context is not being spoon fed, but a well-paced piece of writing can be absolutely gripping.
Professional work also needs to be a level of focus that is hard to reach if you’re preoccupied with emotions, but when in that zone of creation, one can reach a zone.
Certain types of exercise / physical activity (certain intensities?) can immediately get one’s adrenaline pumping and achieve that focus away from wandering thoughts.
I have to think more about the type of social interactions that change one’s mood. I think it must center around passionate exchange of some sort.
Just ate at the new-kid-on-the-block Korean BBQ restaurant with a big group from high school.
Came home ate a slice of home-made cheesecake.
Life is okay even after seeing the ex earlier today.