It's really mostly a topic of ethics

Since yesterday I've had three wicked movie ideas and then this morning I had another, for a stand alone short piece. I've got inspiration shooting out of the ends of mis los dedos del los pies (spanish quiz soon, don't know if i said that right) and I'm happy-dance-itching to get started this weekend.

Shakespeare had it right with his "All the world's a stage and all the men and women merely players." It's like one gigantic movie unfolding minute by minute and can you really be at fault if you document some of it in its original form? Not at all. I think. I'm not sure yet, but that would make a really goode story too. It definitely exists already in some form, but most of the ideas you'll encounter aren't original ones, merely recycled. It's all in the presentation, which is going to change from person to person, so don't worry if you think the idea itself has happened before, because Neil Gaiman once wrote the most genius sentence ever:

"There was a girl, and her uncle sold her, wrote Mr Ibis in his perfect copper-plate handwriting. That is the tale; the rest is detail."

It's really the detail that we're responsible for presenting from out of our own selves.

Of all the feelings, it feels best to have ideas again. I haven't used my writing sketchbooks this much since the summer

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"GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old time is still a-flying;
And the same flower that smiles today
Tomorrow will be dying. "


KEATING
Meeks. Another unusual name. Seize the
day. Gather ye rosebuds while ye may.
Why does the writer use these lines?

CHARLIE
Because he's in a hurry.

KEATING
No, ding!

Keating slams his hand down on an imaginary buzzer.

KEATING
Thank you for playing anyway. Because we
are food for worms lads. Because, believe
it or not, each and every one of us in
this room is one day going to stop
breathing, turn cold, and die.



Dead Poets Society, definitely the best movie to watch in times like these. Earlier this morning I thought again about the different kinds of intelligence and how one is no less important than the other and how terrifyingly necessary it is to remember that.

But back to DPS, it can't be stressed enough, if you know what you want, then go for it. Do not wait. And if you're mulling it over with an 'Oh blah dee blah but what if this goes wrong?[interrobang]" then think back to the only worthwhile thing that's ever come from that ridiculously terrible show Grey's Anatomy:

"A couple of hundred years ago, Benjamin Franklin shared with the world the secret of his success. Never leave that till tomorrow, he said, which you can do today. This is the man who discovered electricity. You think more people would listen to what he had to say. I don't know why we put things off, but if I had to guess, I'd have to say it has a lot to do with fear. Fear of failure, fear of rejection, sometimes the fear is just of making a decision, because what if you're wrong? What if you're making a mistake you can't undo? The early bird catches the worm. A stitch in time saves nine. He who hesitates is lost. We can't pretend we hadn't been told. We've all heard the proverbs, heard the philosophers, heard our grandparents warning us about wasted time, heard the damn poets urging us to seize the day. Still sometimes we have to see for ourselves. We have to make our own mistakes. We have to learn our own lessons. We have to sweep today's possibility under tomorrow's rug until we can't anymore. Until we finally understand for ourselves what Benjamin Franklin really meant. That knowing is better than wondering, that waking is better than sleeping, and even the biggest failure, even the worst, beat the hell out of never trying."

I write about it because it's so oft forgot.

Why I am going to be friends with them for a long time knockonwood:

Because upon learning about the forming of the E-F Intramural basketball team, the Frozen Eddies, inspiration forced me from my chair and I declared that a mockumentary must be made about their rise to fame.

The ideas flowed around the table and the plan is set, we start filming this weekend.


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Coincidence gunned down Happenstance in a drive by through Destiny's neighborhood last week. Now everything just kind of happens. We don't know what to call it. The world's thrown itself into chaos but I guess it was meant to happen this way.

--

Spooky Noises

The kind that have to be investigated by
moms and dads and
the same big brother that you were a total
lameass to this morning when you wouldn't give him any of your extra cookies.
Yes.
The very same.

And they'll all tell you the same thing,
that monsters under beds are
figments of imaginations
and if you ask them,
say,
"It's ok.
The jig is up!
I know they're there,
just...
tell me...
how big are they?"
And of course they laugh
"Same size of the unicorn in our sugar jar
and the leprechauns in your
breakfast charms."

What honesty brings:

Ideas. I suppose that's also what not paying attention in seminar brings. But either way, ideas, I have them. For filmstuffs. Two different ones. Both which I am itching to do but will run them past my mutual idea checker, Tarit, and see which one will be best for the now.

Election Day is like Christmas, but there's still the chance of waking up with coal in your stocking and somebody burned down your tree and the mafia shot your little brother in the shoulder as he was doing a line of coke off of a hooker in your parent's bathroom while Rudolph lies dead in your fireplace. So it could go well, but then of course it could not.

Either way I plan to not do work on the 4th and simply fret about Taking Back the American Dream. Yong Jun mentioned last night how disgusting it is that our generation now has its own perverse form of hatred, that prejudice that is and will be held against the entire Islamic world. And it's ridiculous how it's going to take all of us dying and our kids growing up to get rid of that, but undoubtedly another group will be subject to extreme prejudice. I'm wondering though if maybe that's just the way that any society must structure itself. Can a rational mind with a group mentality (even though I know that's a contradiction right there) stand the idea of total and complete equality? If it's not the Muslims its the Jews or the Browns or the Poor or the Liberals or the Conservatives or the Blondes the Hobbits the Orcs the Muggles. There's always been something or someone.

Have been listening to Kimya Dawson radio on Pandora since last night. Speaking of last night, I didn't start my astronomy problem set until about 10.30 PM and finished it around 2:30AM, so at about 2.45 I borrowed Corin's bike to ride over to the science center.

It was cold and quiet all across campus and the air had that quality of briskness that makes everything clearer than it can be in the daytime. Perhaps because the only thing I heard besides the bike wheel rolling over partially crunchy leaves was the rustling of the wind through the still-not-bare trees and the late-night freight train passing through the Swarthmore train station. I've missed freight trains. There's one that passes by at random hours of the late night-early morning near my house in Lincoln and it makes you wonder if the cars still hold weary travelers or if the only ones aboard are the conducter and some coal. When I was seven I took the change that I'd saved up, tied it up in a handkerchief and attached it to the end of a stick. Threw it over my left shoulder and declared that I was running away. Then it was time for dinner though, so I stayed, but you'd better believe that had dinner not smelled so delicious that night I would be on those freight trains and Rives would've written Hobo with me in mind.

When you know what you want to do in life, from something as miniscule as knowing that you want to eat cheese fries instead of a salad for dinner tonight to knowing that you want to make movies for the rest of your time on earth, you should do it. Always.

And Do The November Project

(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vanuatu)

Why I love public transportation

So I'm on the way to Simone's and the subway chair is hard and cold and I've got the brilliant tunes of Louis Armstrong filling my soul when I look up and see this:


Amazing. The most truthful ads I've ever seen.

"Make Face Time

The message is simple and strong: make time for the real world; make time to disconnect. Turn off your computers, shut down your cell phones and make the time to meet people in person.

"People are spending more and more time online, and less and less time face to face, together," says Craig Marcus, an executive creative director at McCann Erickson who orchestrated the campaign. "We're not saying technology is bad. It's great, but there are still some things it lacks -- it can't replicate what happens when people are in front of each other. Certain things can't happen online through social networking… All we're saying is be with other people."

http://www.threeminutewebsite.com/index.php?cat=ads&ad=tv

I am in need of serious facetime. PEACE

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molly i miss you alot. why is this odd.

these are some of my astronomy notes on star formation.

(early on in class)

• Massive stars storm first, most massive clumps contract more quickly. They are the O and B type stars (those stars radiate most of their energy out in the ultraviolet). The UV light/these stars dump loads of energy into the nebula around them. Sometimes the ionized gas breaks out of the nebula and they inhibit the formation of smaller stars. Goode fuckin job, O and B type stars.

(later)

Plabet Frnatuion

1. Planets forms in discs surrounding the stars

Protostars

2. Highly contracted clou of gas befofor tbermonuclear ignition
3. A lot larger and cooler than man sequence stars
4. What makes prorostars luminous
5. They are hot enough to glow

(even later)

The Protoplanetary disk:

1. All star-forming clumps of gas are rotating
2. 
   

Forming Earth in the Propotoplanetary MuhL Theata

this is a filler post meant to pass the time as i wonder why i'm not asleep

My favorite thing is when I've had a song but never listen to it and then I do and it's perfect.

You've gotta learn to live nearsighted in one eye and far in the other. Can't waste time not doing what's goode for the soul. Life is both too short and too long for that, it wouldn't make any sense. You'd be trying to do the right thing but only end up murdering time.

"To me, clowns aren't funny. In fact, they're kinda scary. I've wondered where this started, and I think it goes back to the time I went to the circus and a clown killed my dad."

Anyways, the song is "Sing you a love you song" by Of Montreal:

Before the laughter and the cheer dissolves into his memory, taste of vodka on his lips, and thoughts of murder and doom, her eyes appeared to bloom, he wanted to touch them but was afraid she taken aback then what would he say?

They walked to the garden in the park when it was empty after dark then spread out a blanket and laid down and a voice said, "No one else could hear." He whispered in her ear, "Although I can't sing it now, be still..some day baby I will.. sing you a love you song."

She rolled over and a kiss laid softly on his chin and said, "You know maybe there's a chance that your feelings you've mistook or have presently overlooked... You say you don't love me, but yet perhaps you just forget that you do."

He said that, "I love you please believe the only matter of concern is that your love will one day fade. If that should happen I would die, and that's the reason why I know I can't sing it now but be still cos some day baby I will sing you a love you song...."

She said, "How could you question when the root of my affection is so plain and obvious? It grew from the overwhelming pleasure of just being near you and now bring in doubts and they are smothering our love!"

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I'm going into Philly shortly, for the day, and woke up this morning elated and for some reason particularly excited to fix things. Looked outside at the torrential downpour and trees, gusty from the gales of wind, wasn't fazed, and am actually looking forward to Philly in the rain as I like it just as much as Philly in the spring.

I've been thinking about taking back the American Dream, only because Brendan mentioned it in passing and I think it's doable but I've a train to catch, so more on that later.

on the real

The November Project
cause Guy Fawkes was right

November's big this year:

• Elections on the 4th
• Guy Fawkes day on the 5th
• Brother's birthday on the 5th (has nothing to do with anything else I'll say this post, but maybe if I write it here then I won't forget to call him)

Whatever happens at the start of the month is going to change the world (except maybe for my brother turning 21. Well, that'll change his world), so it seems right that you do something simple that reminds you to open your eyes a little wider than before and soak up what the world is doing around you and in places that you can't see.

If you like to think of yourself as a creator of some sort, any sort, art math science music words stories information thoughts whatever's clever, if you're a creator, then do this Project

For every day of the month of November (there's 31 of them), create something.


Por ejemplo:

• poem a day
• short short story a day
• play a day (suzan lori parks yes?)
• film something every day
• take a picture every day
• write a song
• make a beat
• listen to something you never would have and write about it
• dance
• build a Lego version of the Eiffel Tower
• write someone a note who you don't know, every day, some new, something powerful.
• leave a message
  

All of the above. None of the above. Anything can happen, cause you'll be back in November. And it doesn't matter if it's all pretty awful for awhile, cause the point is that at some point something might come to you, it might elude you all month (but hey, you may decide that thirty one days of doing something needs to be stretched out to threesixtyfive and keep going), or it might creep out the sides of your imagination at four AM when you're sleepin and it'll be one of those things you wake up for.

Do it and share it with the world, even if that only means posting it in a comment or conforming and making a blog or using facebook or posting updates outside your bedroom door every morning. I'd love to see what you do if you do it.

Do it. I'm doing it. Everyone's life could use a bit of creation. Maybe it'll make something about the world a little bit closer to your grasp and understanding. Or maybe it'll just make you think. Honestly, Shel Silverstein says it best:

Draw a crazy picture,

Write a nutty poem,

Sing a mumble-gumble song,

Whistle through your comb.

Do a loony-goony dance

‘Cross the kitchen floor,

Put something in the world

That ain’t been there been there before.

It's necessary. Sometimes you can't start a revolution without revolting against the routine you might be stuck in. Do something that takes you out of your Self on a daily basis for a bit. And for the Bros, The Brovember Project

And remember the 5th, for in the words of the shrunken head at the beginning of the 3rd Harry Potter movie, this is going to be a bumpy ride.

With the same breath that is me neglecting my Spanish homework, I decide to stay at Swarthmore

For now, at least, I've no plans of peacing post first year. For now.

And I reread The Missing Piece today and thought about how that just might be in the top ten most terrible things you can feel. As if a piece of you is missing, like you're not whole. I used to think that people claiming that everyone's got a soul mate who completes them was a reasonable idea, but eventually you figure out that it's been years since Hedwig's The Origin of Love took place, we've the capacity to complete ourselves. Everyone else adds on.

Think of it as if we're all white dwarf stars in the sky. There's a chance that we're part of a binary or even a tertiary star system and that our gravity is affecting them, and our orbits are so close that the giant star we're in this celestial tango with gives some of its own mass to this white dwarf form. That's great, but the point is, since it's one AM thus making it completely okay to make ridiculous analogies, the white dwarf is a white dwarf even without the added mass from the giant star. Other people don't complete you, they supplement the whole. Which is just as important! Don't get me wrong! After all, if we never had giant stars giving mass to white dwarfs then we'd never have novae and novae are the coolest second only to supernovae (supernovae are the people who live their lives to make the world a better place) and nebulae (which is of course the goode that the supernovae leave the world with). So be a white dwarf, but be a nova too.





(helix nebula)
If Astronomy was all about applying stuff we learn to different analogous situations then I'd ace this biz.