I'm done with noraebang.

Jun 24
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The chaotic banality of life.

I just spent two minutes of my life watching this: http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x4muob_zoom-into-a-tooth_tech.

the thing that blows me away is how apparently solid, “real” objects are made up entirely of space between such microscopic objects.  How the perception of solidity is entirely manufactured by the needs of our consciousness and perceptions.

Yet: the self-organizing principles of the smallest bits of matter (and whatever else there is in the world) gives me hope: how can there be a god?  The inclination of the universe is to organize itself.  It’s only when our chaotic destructive consciousness (a fabrication of itself—how it makes us thinks we’re unified, rational, self-determining beings)  that we need to look for a top-down unifier, rather than a bottom-up one.

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Jun 20
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Hmmm.

I’ve got my browser set up so that I can only get onto facebook at certain times of the day for no more than 50 minutes—no stalking or drunken facebooking.  Now I just drunkenly tumbl.

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evangotlib:
I won Keyboard Cat on eBay yesterday.
Dear fucking god this is awesome.

evangotlib:

I won Keyboard Cat on eBay yesterday.

Dear fucking god this is awesome.

Jun 19
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Daily Debate: Easier to Hate?

whymyexsucks:

Is it easier to have an ex you absolutely hate or one that you still like but it just didn’t work out with?

Easier to just plain hate the fucker.  No having to explain WHY it didn’t work out.

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Yeah

So I just had my third bicycle fall as an adult.  It was while trying to stop my bike while cycling drunk.  To buy cigarettes.  I hope no one in the convenience store saw me lying prostrate with the cycle on me.

Jun 13
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Balkan Beat Box - Red Bula (via bluewater68)

LURVE THIS TRACK.

Jun 10
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Philip Larkin - This Be The Verse
They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.

But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another’s throats.

Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don’t have any kids yourself.