Friday, March 28, 2014

rant.

I am so fucking tired of social conventions dictating how we must act.

Essa porra é tão cansativa. Na sociedade de hoje, mais do que nunca, é tão óbvio que tais regras não se aplicam para todos. Então por que segui-las?

Porque elas foram marteladas na nossa cabeça desde criança. É nosso "instinto" como membros "sociais."


Um dia termino esse post...

Thursday, March 27, 2014

fumantes.

>Staying overtime at work, step out front to have a smoke
>It's dark out, but since it's a huge city, not a single star is visible
>I still look up and search for them 
>"Mind if I bum a smoke?"
>I look down from the sky to see a girl standing in front of me
>I sorta recognize her as one of the secretaries belonging to a different department from mine, I recongize her because she's very cute
>Without saying anything I hand her a smoke, she has her own lighter
>We smoke in silence for a minute
>She starts talking to me, I start talking back
>This is odd for me because I usually am a huge beta around women, but for some reason it's different with her
>Maybe because the fact that she smokes brings her down to earth or something
>I don't know
>After a while (and a second round of smokes) she sighs and says "You seem like a nice guy"
>I shrug
>She says "I'd give you my number, but I don't date smokers"
>I reply "Funny, I was just about to say the same thing to you"
>She stares at me, then starts laughing, really loud and heavyily 
>When she finally catches her breath she smirks at me as she asks for my phone and puts her number in my contacts as "Babe"
>She gives me her phone and I put in my number in her contacts, also as "Babe" 
>She laughs even more

"And that's the story of how I met my first and only girlfriend, which is now my ex-girlfriend."

Sunday, March 16, 2014

star stuff.

"there is a fundamental reason why we look at the sky with wonder and longing — for the same reason that we stand, hour after hour, gazing at the distant swell of the open ocean.

there is something like an ancient wisdom, encoded and tucked away in our dna, that knows its point of origin as surely as a salmon knows its creek.

intellectually, we may not want to return there, but the genes know, and long for their origins — their home in the salty depths. but if the seas are our immediate source, the penultimate source is certainly the heavens…

the spectacular truth is — and this is something that your dna has known all along — the very atoms of your body — the iron, calcium, phosphorus, carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, and on and on — were initially forged in long-dead stars. this is why, when you stand outside under a moonless, country sky, you feel some ineffable tugging at your innards.

we are star stuff. keep looking up."

(gerald d. waxman, astronomical tidbits, 2010)

Thursday, March 06, 2014

thursday.

 "Thursday is a lost cause, but we will keep on fighting. We will get up, say “Yes! Today is a different day than before!” believing this against all evidence, eating food like that matters. Going to jobs that mean the same thing as they did before, but cast in a new light by our own optimism, which will slowly drain away until all that is left is the movements and thoughts we’ve had before. Echoes of ourselves, underlined to emphasize the lack of emphasis.

Coming home, drifting home. Aimless homeward wandering into a kitchen that is too small for our needs, and eating food that isn’t what we imagined it would be. And watching television that means more to us than our jobs. And, finally, falling asleep – in which we dream of the Thursday that could be…if only we lived Thursday to the full potential of its Thursday-ness, not expecting it to be anything but Thursday, embracing every inch of its Thursday reality, and living each Thursday moment anew, only to wake the next Thursday, and again impose, unsuccessfully, our imagined Thursday onto the unyielding frame of Thursday. Our Thursday. A lost cause."