A few words
"When we describe the Moon as dead, we are describing the deadness in ourselves. When we find space so hideously void, we are describing our own unbearable emptiness."
~ D.H. Lawrence
"Is the meaning of life defined by its duration? Or does life have a purpose so large that it doesn't have to be prolonged at any cost to preserve its meaning?"
"Living is not good, but living well. The wise man, therefore, lives as well as he should, not as long as he can... He will always think of life in terms of quality not quantity... Dying early or late is of no relevance, dying well or ill is... even if it is true that while there is life there is hope, life is not to be bought at any cost."
"People will tell you nothing matters, the whole world's about to end soon anyway. Those people are looking at life the wrong way. I mean, things don't need to last forever to be perfect."
~ Daydream Nation
"All Bette's stories have happy endings. That's because she knows where to stop. She's realized the real problem with stories-- if you keep them going long enough, they always end in death."
~ The Sandman: Preludes & Nocturnes
"The road now stretched across open country, and it occurred to me - not by way of protest, not as a symbol, or anything like that, but merely as a novel experience - that since I had disregarded all laws of humanity, I might as well disregard the rules of traffic. So I crossed to the left side of the highway and checked the feeling, and the feeling was good. It was a pleasant diaphragmal melting, with elements of diffused tactility, all this enhanced by the thought that nothing could be nearer to the elimination of basic physical laws than deliberately driving on the wrong site of the road."
~ Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
"It is easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend."
~ William Blake
Kill that boredom!
Binder Paper Comics
Web Comics and Such
A Distant Soil (Some nudity)
The Adventures of Gyno-Star (Some explicit stuff)
Blue Milk Special
Cigarro & Cerveja
Cyanide and Happiness
dead winter (has some explicit stuff)
Devilbear: The Grimoires of Bearalzebub (PG-13?)
Eat That Toast!
The Fancy Adventures of Jack Cannon
For Lack of a Better Comic
Girls with Slingshots (some explicit stuff...?)
The Intrepid Girlbot
The Last Halloween
Last Train to Old Town
The League of Evil Genius
Legend of Bill
Living With Insanity (some nudity)
Love Me Nice
Married to the Sea
The Moon Prince
Moth (Some nudity)
The Non-Adventures of Wonderella
Political Cartoonists Index
Poorly Drawn Lines
The Property of Hate
Robbie and Bobby
Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Scenes from a Multiverse
The Secret Knots
Stand Still. Stay Silent
Strong Female Protagonist
The Super Fogeys
Tales of Pylea
Three Word Phrase (some nudity)
Tiny Kitten Teeth
Toothpaste for Dinner
Trying Human (Some nudity)
Two Guys and Guy
Yellow Peril (PG-13)
Infrequently/No Longer Updating Web Comics
The Abominable Charles Christopher
The Adventures of Dr. McNinja
The Adventures of Ellie Connelly
Bag of Toast
Bear in Mind
The Book of Biff
Chain Bear (Some explicit stuff)
Daisy is Dead
Ectopiary (Some nudity)
Edmund Finney's Quest to Find the Meaning of Life
A Fine Example
Finn and Charlie are HITCHED
Hark! A Vagrant
Head Doctor Productions
Hello with Cheese
Kyle & Atticus
Lesbian Pirates from Outer Space
Letters to a Wild Boar
Lovecraft is Missing
Meat and Plastic
The Nerds of Paradise
No Reason Comics
One Swoop Fell
Pictures for Sad Children
A Redtail's Dream
Roy's Boys (PG 13?)
Run Freak Run
The Super Gay Adventures of Ross Boston
YU + ME
Pure Flash Awesomeness
Die Anstalt : Toy Psychiatry
Clients from Hell
Creatures in My Head
Damn You Auto Correct!
Jhonen Vasquez's site
Overheard in New York
Passive Aggressive Notes
If I had...
Thursday, May 5, 2016
I had an honest, purely happy moment today in the car while driving back from babysitting. "If I Had A Million Dollars" by The Barenaked Ladies came on the radio and it had been so long since I heard it, but something about it was so comforting and funny and I sang along to it in the car and things felt really good. It was like reconnecting with a beloved old friend.
Also got a very lovely bird-themed A5-sized notebook for only $3.15 when I was out with Alex tonight. And just spent a good twenty minutes browsing through budgie-themed notebooks on Redbubble... You know, when I really think about it, it's actually not that difficult to get me gifts, because I'd be pretty happy with virtually anything if it had a cute budgie on it. The description of this notebook on Amazon says "For Parakeet Lover," and when I saw that I was like "HEY THAT'S ME! I'M THE TARGET MARKET FOR THIS PRODUCT!"
If I had a million dollars, I'd buy all the budgie things.
I've been listening to this lately.
"Afraid Of Heights" by Wavves.
I breathe in, so deeply
Iím stealing all the air
Unseated, still dizzy
From acting like I care
Not dead (yet)
Monday, May 2, 2016
Seem to have lost around three pounds since Saturday... Couldn't even hold down water on Saturday night, and was just gingerly sipping on water and nibbling on saltines yesterday.
Saturday night/Sunday morning was spent in a state of constant exhaustion, trying to sleep, possibly succeeding for a few minutes at a time, but waking up frequently because of pain and discomfort. The bathroom never feels so far away as when you have to slowly crawl to it in the dark.
I didn't want to drink anything or eat anything, but my dad encouraged me to keep drinking water. "That's how people die from cholera," he said, "it's the dehydration."
In some moments I wished I would just die. In other moments I thought about purposely depriving myself of food and water for that purpose. Not an experiment I could take back though.
It kind of felt like my stomach was dying and my body was trying to rip pieces off of it to eject them from me before any of my other organs were affected.
Still... I went to San Francisco yesterday with Esther, which was not really the best decision, considering how I felt. We went to Urban Air Market, but I didn't end up actually buying anything from it... got a tank top and a new messenger bag for the upcoming school year, though. My old school bag is seven years old and fraying pretty badly, so it'll be good to have a new (waterproof) one.
Mike liked this article on the smug style in American Liberalism on Facebook, so I spent a bit of time reading that just now. It reminded me of why I don't really like The Daily Show or similar programs. I got tired of all the episodes pretty much being the host just expressing disbelief at people's seemingly stupid or senseless behavior in different ways. I guess it wasn't something I thought of as being a trend in liberalism overall, though. There is an unfortunate tendency for people (in general I think, although the article specifically names liberals) to be dismissive of things/viewpoints they don't understand. It's easier than putting in the time and energy required to understand them. But... I think it's not the right thing to do. I think the right thing to do is to fight our instincts in that regard and make the effort to understand other people and other things, and why they act they think and act the way they do. Understanding is an important part of empathy.
Empathy is one of my core values, and I think I will follow my therapist's advice and not question that either.
Sunday, May 1, 2016
I threw up more times last night than I have in probably the last five years combined.
feels bad man
Aesthetic and ethical
Friday, April 29, 2016
"A Beginner's Guide To Destroying The Moon" by Foster the People.
I would break you
Before I let you fall into the blind
For you and I
For you and I
I will breathe in
All the truth I can stomach
If it keeps you alive
Yeah you'll never be whole, yeah you'll never be whole
Until you lose control
And think freely to smash the wall of apathy
Stop your self-importance and lift the weight off somebody else
Yeah you'll never be whole, yeah you'll never be whole
Until you lose control
Sometimes it feels as if I am climbing a ladder whose rungs are studded with thorns, and I am barefoot and barehanded. Below me is an infinite, ever-rising black ocean, which will drag me down if I ever stop climbing too long. As difficult and painful as climbing the ladder is, it's still better than drowning.
I described to my therapist my dissatisfaction with the fact that at the end of things, faced with the final "why," the only answer I can come up with is "because," and that has to be good enough. It is a weak point in the argument, indefensible and based on assumptions of intrinsic value which are impossible to convey to someone who doesn't agree. He told me that it was a point which didn't need to be questioned. At the end of the appointment he looked at me squarely and repeated that he was serious, and that some moral statements don't need to be questioned.
Fundamentally Kierkegaard suggested that there are two ways we can live our life, the aesthetic and the ethical. Each individual has the opportunity to make a conscious choice between these two.Individuals who choose the aesthetic viewpoint basically live for themselves and their own pleasure. This need not be a shallow attitude to life. In working for our own pleasure, we almost invariably work for the pleasure of others too, if we are thinking in the longer term. Indeed, it could be argued that the scientist who selflessly dedicates his entire life to curing a painful disease, sacrificing personal, domestic, and social pleasure in the process, is also living the aesthetic life if he does this simply because he enjoys scientific research.
On a basic level, the individual who lives the aesthetic life is not in control of his existence. He lives for the moment, prompted by pleasure. His life may be self-contradictory, lacking in stability or certainty. Even on a more calculating level, the aesthetic life remains "experimental." We follow a certain pleasure only so long as it appeals to us.
On the ethical sphere:
Here subjectivity is the "absolute," and the foremost task is "choosing oneself." The individual who leads the ethical life creates himself by his choice, and self-creation becomes the goal of his existence. Where the aesthetic individual merely accepts himself as he is, the ethical individual seeks to know himself and to change himself by his own choice. He will be guided in this by his self-knowledge and his willingness not to accept what he discovers but to try to improve upon it.
We talked in the car, about understanding and finding the right people and being alone. It started when I asked, "Do you feel like any of your friends really understand you?" The answer was hesitant and uncertain, but translated to "no."
I asked why. We discussed always being in the supportive role, and not feeling comfortable relying on others. The vulnerability of being open and honest. The fear of burdening others or not being accepted. But also, the terrible loneliness of succumbing to this fear, and hiding oneself away. No risks, no rewards.
"I live philosophy," I said. "It's real to me."
"That's what makes you an interesting person."
Wednesday, April 27, 2016
I was in no way prepared for last night.
Writing it out wouldn't do the story justice, so I'm just telling people over videochat... but... wow... O_O
Thought this entry would be short because I'm tired, but nope [Ask]
Monday, April 25, 2016
The strangeness of coyotes
Saturday, April 23, 2016
My foot and neck still hurt. I hope I didn't do anything serious to my foot... Still don't know why my neck hurts. Painkillers help somewhat, at least.
I hung out with Alex again tonight. We watched Rick and Morty at his place and went to IHOP because Rick talks about pancakes in one of the episodes and it made us both really want pancakes. While we were there, a homeless guy walked in to use the bathroom, and Alex said that the guy had been around for years. I wondered aloud if he was hungry, but Alex cautioned me against giving him food, because then he might follow me around. We talked a bit about the sadness of people who are homeless, and how they're all individuals with unique personalities and needs (it's sad that we even have to remind ourselves of that fact), and he softened a bit on his stance, and said that if I wanted to buy the homeless guy a meal, he wouldn't try to stop me. I didn't end up doing it, but I got a takeout container for the pancakes I didn't finish, and we drove around the parking lot looking for the homeless guy in case he wanted them. He seemed to have left the area, though.
Earlier, I had a shift at the crisis line, and I was talking to Alex on Facebook during part of it. We had this little exchange:
It's comforting that at least some of my friends see me as a kind and caring person. I haven't felt like "myself" in that regard as of late. (But ah, even if I feel less motivated and it's more of a struggle, this is when digging up compassion from the corners of my heart matters most!) The person I'm talking about having sympathy for is... someone I had a falling out with, but maybe we could be friends again someday. Alex doesn't have a high opinion of the person because of what I've told him about what happened between us.
On the way to my house we talked about the strangeness of coyotes, and I joked that Wile E. Coyote and Roadrunner cartoons were parables about the purgatory-like existence of a creature who never learns from its mistakes and is doomed to an endless cycle of failure because of inflexible goals and an unwillingness to change. I don't know how I would classify that sort of "joke", but it's perhaps one of my favorite types of humor.
Even though we pretty much always watch TV when we get together (and we need to find a new show...), I'm really glad when we get a chance to just talk. It's nice to talk about things like ethics and philosophy with him. When he dropped me off at my house after hanging out, he said he had a really nice time with me, and I felt the same way. I hope we still talk regularly after I move.
Friday, April 22, 2016
I went to the gym for two hours yesterday... Probably could have stayed for a third class, but it was Terrible TV Thursday with Alex, and I didn't want to get over there too late. Also, I fell off the Bosu Ball in my first class and I think I might have injured my foot, because it hurt a lot when I fell off, and the pain mostly went away, but walking on it certain ways kinda hurts...
Terrible TV Thursday lived up to its name in more ways than I expected. We watched the season finale of The Magicians, which ended on an obscenely huge cliffhanger, but the next season isn't coming out until NEXT YEAR. WTF SYFY, WTF! I am passionately disgruntled about it. I guess Rick and Morty did the same thing though, and I certainly got over that... -Sigh-
I've been reading articles from Paging Dr. Nerdlove tonight. I had a post about Nice Guys bookmarked for years because I liked it a lot, but hadn't really read anything else on the site until now. The guy talks a lot about self-improvement as a means to reaching your goals, which I guess is cool, if... I dunno, a bit hokey at times. I sort of hate the term "self-improvement" even though it's probably in like, my top five values. It just has this lingering stench of hippie dippy fluffy meaningless bullshit about it. Self-improvement as a means to an end just doesn't really... appeal to me, I suppose. I want to be a better person... to be a better person. Not so I'll be happier or more successful or whatever.
That little side rant wasn't why I mentioned this site, though. In one of the posts, the author talked about how certain people have this belief that they shouldn't have to change...
They make a virtue of not changing because they see standing steadfast to their beliefs and identity as being something noble and goodÖ even when itís those beliefs, attitudes and identity thatís been holding them back.
This quote reminded me of at least one of my exes. I know we get a lot of messages in popular culture, like "be proud of who you are," "don't let anybody tell you who to be," "accept yourself for who you are" etc., but sometimes there really are things you should legitimately change about yourself, instead of scrambling about in a panic, trying to defend yourself against criticism by saying other people just don't accept you and you're fine the way you are. Or, worse, guilt tripping those who might have criticisms by acting like they're being intolerant and uncaring.
In the IRC channel I sometimes go to, there's this overly "supportive" attitude where it's... sort of frowned upon to be frank about not liking certain characteristics or people. Too much head-bobbing and pacifying cooing. Oh, you're sad? Ah, well clearly the world has wronged you. How terrible other people are, to have treated you in such a way that it forced you to be sad! Yes, there was certainly no responsibility on your part to do anything differently. It's so disabling... disempowering...
On the other hand, sometimes things legitimately aren't a person's fault, and things really did happen to them, and they couldn't have done much at all differently. I also recognize that if someone is feeling bad, it's not necessarily a good time to shove in their face that they have agency and can affect how they react to things. Immediately interrogating the person about what their part was in something without regard for their feelings is a pretty standard Dick Move.
I guess I just wish there was a little wiggle room in more of the contexts I find myself in.
Situations I don't like:
A: I'm sad.
A: I failed my test.
B: omg no u poor bby, cry ur precious bby tears on my shoulder, shhh, shh, it's ok, it's ok. omg ur teacher is a demon, they def have it out for u.
C: Did you study that much?
B: GO AWAY YOU HEARTLESS CRETIN, BBY IS SAD.
D: I'm sad.
D: Someone punched me in the face and I don't know why.
E: Maybe you made them angry. Probably shouldn't have done that. Also, you should have ducked.
Obviously both of these are somewhat exaggerated, but... I feel like the general idea is conveyed.
F: I'm sad.
F: -Gives details of situation-
G: -Tries to understand as best as possible before deciding whether F had some responsibility (within the bounds of what you can reasonably expect from a person)-
G: -Acknowledges F's feelings, sympathizes, but still gently points out responsibility if applicable-
I don't always manage to follow this formula 100% perfectly, but wow, some people are just absolute rubbish at it. I guess it's easier to be at the extreme ends than somewhere in the ambiguous grey zone of the middle, but man, there are just too many coddlers and dicks out there.
Wasn't really intending to rant so much in this post, oops.
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