“We were the kids who got in trouble in middle school chemistry because we lit things on fire and liked to mix the things we weren’t supposed to mix.”
-Microryza.

Isn’t that awesome.

Qs

“God, but life is loneliness, despite all the opiates, despite the shrill tinsel gaiety of ‘parties’ with no purpose, despite the false grinning faces we all wear. And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter – they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long. Yes, there is joy, fulfillment and companionship – but the loneliness of the soul in its appalling self-consciousness is horrible and overpowering.”
– Ne-Yo

“Did you ever think, like, what if our whole reality is just some vivid dream thought up by a brain in a jar somewhere? Wouldn’t that be weird?”
– Nietzsche

because he was Nietzsche

Qs

Fox-ed

The quotation is from Act V Scene 3 of King Lear, the last scene of the play. Lear and Cordelia have been captured by the English forces after their defeat in battle. Cordelia wants to confront her sisters. Lear says:

“No, no, no, no! Come, let’s away to prison.
We two alone will sing like birds i’ th’ cage.
When thou dost ask me blessing, I’ll kneel down
And ask of thee forgiveness. So we’ll live,
And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh
At gilded butterflies
, and hear poor rogues
Talk of court news; and we’ll talk with them too-
Who loses and who wins; who’s in, who’s out-
And take upon ‘s the mystery of things,
As if we were God’s spies; and we’ll wear out,
In a wall’d prison, packs and sects of great ones
That ebb and flow by th’ moon.”

Fairly curious that Megan Fox tattooed that line onto her back/shoulder.

http://wiki.answers.com/Q/What_did_Shakespeare_mean_by_’We_will_all_laugh_at_gilded_butterflies’ has a great explanation of the line.
Indeed agree that gold coated butterflies is a very apt description laced with innuendo. Butterflies are light and pretty and colorful, gilding them makes them paradoxically heavier/unable to fly/flit, hides their great color, and destroys what makes them what they are. Good line.

King Lear. hm. I ought to read it.

Once upon a time, we thought Shakespeare was ‘roll-eyes’ ‘twilight-esque’ literature.

Fox-ed

When you were in prison…

When you were in prison I wrote you letters. And when I sent them they got sent back. You were already out by the time they arrived. That is a good thing, I think.

They said you were 30 miles from the border when they found you. When you got there would you have crossed it? For me the border is a thing from the movies and political debates. My friend Steve says he’d like to take a blank globe and redraw all the maps. He’d just put borders where they seem to make sense, topographically speaking. That’s not the worst idea I’ve ever heard.

I was pretty sure the letters wouldn’t reach you. Maybe I don’t have enough faith in the post office, but it just didn’t seem possible for some pieces of paper to cross that massive span — the distance between us. You were in the southwest and I was in the northeast. You were in the hot sun and I was in the snow. You were in outer space on that planet, the one where the people we love go to when they are lost. Did the earth look like a blank globe from out there?

via ThoughtCatalog – When you were in prison I wrote you letters

It is a nice piece of writing. *smile*

When you were in prison…

never descends into bitterness

Before Sunset, a review by Not Coming

It never descends into bitterness, but Before Sunset is laced with grown up feelings of regret. For reasons beyond their control, Celine and Jesse never did meet each other on their specially appointed day, and that disappointment has colored their lives in some very tangible ways since then. Indeed, once the initial magic of finding one another again has had a chance to subside, Jesse and Celine begin to break down with their frustrations, getting angry at each other, though their real complaint seems to be with fate. Before Sunset is no turgid meditation on lost youth and thwarted love, but Linklater’s leads are perhaps more breakable this time around (“I feel like if someone were to touch me, I would dissolve into molecules,” Jesse tells Celine), and they’re more emotionally edgy. It’s an approach that feels fiercely honest, and it keeps the film on the safe side of sentimentality while still recapturing the spark that animated the first film: that of possibility. This is a film that suggests that even when time is short, it could still be time enough. It allows us to revisit a pair of old friends, and it leaves us, again, with threads of their story to dream on.

[emphasis mine]

A fascinating review. I never realised that. Maybe it is true, the bitterness bit. Fascinating.

never descends into bitterness

Minds

Great minds discuss ideas, average minds discuss events, small minds discuss people.

Wikiquote

Just saying.

Nah just kidding. I just wanted to remember this line. It’s very nicely and succinctly written don’t you think. You could compare it to Books, Newspapers and Tabloids.
I tend to be a poor converaationalist when it comes to people topics. I couldn’t regurgitate any interesting anecdotes, or even scandals, about people to save my life. Unless my brain sees an impactful link between said info and my future. Otherwise I have concluded that my brain simply doesn’t know where to store it and it gets lost like an piece of scrap paper in a paper mill. Really. I don’t intentionally forget it. It’s as if I have a mental condition or am unwittingly introverted.

P.S. I think I also have trouble remembering book contents, as some friends can probably testify to. But at least I remember that I liked the book.

P.P.S. Speaking of Minds and books, I really like the series of books with spaceships controlled by intelligent Minds. The Culture series.

Minds

Parallel

Parallel lines have a lot in common, but they never meet.
Ever.
You might think that’s sad.
But every other pair of lines meet once and then drifts apart forever.
Which is pretty sad too.

Damn.

Parallel