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Sunday, September 26, 2010

Listen to yourself claim that you are very capable of forgiving.
Listen to yourself claim that people can change and that you have changed
and all the time i am telling to you that you are the wiser and more mature and should act wisely and maturely,
to give your love unconditionally to your children because that's what makes parent-child bonds so special and sacred,
and there you won't have it.
right there you are still the same old shouting-head that i knew for a father since ten years ago.
It is so sad and pathetic:
you acknowledge that you have such a huge pride and that pride hinders humility but you are telling others to put down theirs.
you will change if someone changes first.
you will forgive if someone forgives first.
you will show love if someone shows love first.

what the fuck?

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12:52 PM

Saturday, September 18, 2010


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2:18 AM

Friday, September 17, 2010

Sufjan Stevens- The Lakes of Canada (Innocence Mission Cover)

Oh laughing man, what have you won?
don't tell me what cannot be done
My little mouth, my winter lungs
don't tell me what cannot be done dee-da dee-da dee-da, dee-da dee-da daaah....

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11:49 PM

Thursday, September 16, 2010

An hour ago I was in the kitchen when I heard the door unlock and I thought that you had come home.
After a while I heard the clicking noise of Jacky scampering across the floor and dad walked into the living room
And then I knew it was only his bedroom door but I swear
That wasn't where I heard the sound come from.

she's not here @

1:43 AM

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

"A classic example of gene-environment interaction is Tyron's (1942) artificial selection experiment on maze-running ability in rats. Tyron produced a remarkable difference in maze running ability in two selected lines after seven generations of selecting "bright" and "dull" lined by breeding the best and worst maze running rats. The difference between the lines was clearly genetic since offspring of the two lines were raised under identical typical lab conditions but performed very differently. This difference disappeared in a single generation, though, once those rats were raised in an enriched environment (Cooper & Zubek 1958) with more objects to explore and more social interaction. This result shows that maze running ability is the product of a gene-by-environment interaction, and the genetic effect can be overcome by environmental conditions."

Does human Intelligence adhere to a similar basis?

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6:01 PM

Tuesday, September 07, 2010


"Freezing today. It’s spring, but cold rain cold rain cold rain be here.

I kinda feel like a bear just starting to wake up. Not that I want to kill anything, more that I’m remembering what it’s like to get back into the swing of writing songs. This life o’ artistoid runs in cycles and I’m in the uncozy confines of emotional/brain toil trying to figure out what I feel and how to say it and what I see and how to speak it blah blah blah."


Rachael Yamagata
She's so pretty, talented in piano and guitar, and her voice...
Her husky vocals is strikingly beautiful, and conveys a kind of pathos or bittersweet heartache. Have a Listen.

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12:19 AM

Saturday, September 04, 2010

Before My Eyes

The length of time stretches and squeezes, like melted rubber or a Salvador Dali painting.
A dizzying array of typography-
Letters and numbers and symbols, lined up like prisoners stacking into dimly lit cells-
Suddenly losing purpose...

O, I would rather be in New Zealand contemplating the sheep and grass,
the bellows of white clouds and the Great albatross and the Great sperm whale

Or be a faceless figure walking on stairs, eternally frozen mid-motion, unsure of his dimension
but still part of the grand design

Or be the hand behind the green veins of a porcelain face
whose only flaw is it's perfection.

she's not here @

1:08 AM

Friday, September 03, 2010

How long ago was it when you first promised yourself that you would begin to read the papers, to revise your work every evening after school?
How many months have passed since then, now that you're only three months away from the-biggest-exam-of-your-life, and "I'm just afraid you may not have enough time to do well" fuck, fuck, fuck.

A few years ago I stopped believing in people who barge into your life demanding to 'fix' you and afterwards leave. I used to proclaim it myself, only to realize it's stupidity and now live in shame and embarrassment irreparably tormented by the guilt of my memories. After having it being done to myself by others who walk away patting themselves on the back for a job [presumably] 'well done', oblivious to having pulled upon the thread previously sewn to keep me together, that's now unravelling, as I spill onto the floor, a larger pool of mess.

Don't be stupid.

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12:43 AM

Wednesday, September 01, 2010


"It is a pretty structure isn’t it? It makes you think of something solid, stable, well-linked. In fact it happens also in chemistry as in architecture that “beautiful” edifices, that is, symmetrical and simple, are also the most sturdy: in short, the same thing happens with molecules as with the cupolas of cathedrals of the arches of bridges."

Primo Levi

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6:09 PM


Monday

Is anything sadder than a train
That leaves when it’s supposed to,
That has only one voice,
Only one route?
There’s nothing sadder.

Except perhaps a cart horse,
Shut between two shafts
And unable even to look sideways.
Its whole life is walking.

And a man? Isn’t a man sad?
If he lives in solitude a long time,
If he believes time has run its course,
A man is a sad thing too.

Primo Levi
January 17, 1946

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6:08 PM