Some more Scattered Thoughts

Has anyone found any use for empty film cannisters? This drives me crazy. It seems like they should have some other function, I just have yet to uncover it.

I was just thinking about a conversation I had with a woman a few months back and how significant that conversation was. Sure, I thought that the woman was ridiculous, in every sense of the word, because she was telling me these details about her and her family's lives (and I'd met her about an hour earlier, before dinner), but at the same time, it kind of gave me another understanding of what the world at large is really like. It's true that I'm still in a somewhat idealist place where I think that everyone can have their own views and live peacefully, but I mean, some differences are just too large to overcome. If that woman was my mother, I would never come home, but I'm sure her children love her and there are probably lots of other people out there with her exact belief system. Has anyone had some sort of brief experience that just sticks out in their mind because they learned so much from it? (that's an invitation to share)

I'm sorry for the lack of educational, entertaining or general 'goodness' of this post. I am breaths away from vacation, yet again. There are some new links (or one..) on your right. There are some decisions I have been grappling with but mostly I have been out of my mind. It's been a long time since I haven't had time to do something or get something done when I wanted to. There might be photos soon, maybe, if you're good.

Question 3: Does anyone have an in-flight activity that does not involve tunes, books, cameras or drugs/sedation? That's right folks, I might do this one drug-free, but probably not.

Ok here's a gif I stole from some place.

washed up and dried out

I recently found out about how a band I used to love is coming to down a few times over the next few weeks. I wrote a friend about this. This friend and I independently saw this band in the summer and realised how much they suck now. This was my friend's actual response. The name of the band and its members have been erased to avoid awkward situations. Replacement names have been put between quotation marks.

>>Hey Hana
The "Coughdrops" make me sad... In my mind they were pure and noble...everything that ska should be, but seeing them play that last time in the summer was like looking 10 years into the future. I had a vision of "Chip" with a pot-belly and dirty clothes standing at the subway station, plucking "I enjoy songs" on a tiny weathered ukelalie, looking mournfully into the faces of the passers by, hoping that maybe-just maybe, someone will throw him some change or a major record deal...Another band member walks by, sights "Chip" and quickly glances away and quickens his pace, for everyone esle in the band has moved on, "Chip" is only a reminder of their fall from glory. <<

Don't let this happen to you. Friends don't let friends wash up... That's one crappy moral. *cough*filler entry*cough*

A walk briskly through the woods.

All right so you're all wrong! It is Spain (some monastary up in the mountains) and that chimney was by Gaudi. I should check my blog more often for comments, I had no idea anyone actually answered that.

Who says that children no longer have imagination? Look at these pictures. They are artists, all of them. And while you're at it, check out this guy. Watch his video too, it is amazing.

It will be a short one today, evidently.

The Title is a mystery, the book has been read.

Yesterday I went home for the weekend and a result will miss a prof's house warming party. Ahem. On the subway, on the way home, there was a man with a vacuum, an old vacuum nonetheless and a green garbage back, which I could only assume was full of vacuum accessories. He seemed to be really offended when the woman next to him, without saying a word, stepped over him in order to move seats. (there were plenty of empty seats, he just happened to sit right next to her) I mean his eyes teared up a little, though the woman seemed like a very unhappy person to me and the man seemed like a hard working honest man who just had some bad luck in his day. Though I have to admit, I was really wondering where he was going with the vacuum at that time of night.

In three weeks, reading week begins and I am off to the coast...you couldn't stop me. Unless you offered me Belle & Sebastian tickets, then I'd consider it. This is going to be a very independent trip, seeing as I will have 4-5 days to travel the city alone and 2-3 with company. More to come... ?

My camera is still out, but I am home, which is full of lovely photographs, most of which are not mine, but I will share them anyway. If you can tell me what country this comes from, I will honestly send you something. Or, let's say if you can figure out what this is.











Here's a hint, same country as this: