February 2012
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It's been a while
I’ll try and maintain this blog again. Stay tuned - I have lots to say now that I’m in college.
April 2011
3 posts
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Realization
It is you. It is you that somehow framed my life, but you were not some cheap frame that goes on sale in some furniture store that holds a portrait of some girl or some place but the frame that has no color or form, but something like the swaying shadows of the trees. Perhaps you were never aware of me until I reached you on your borders - I had a vague feeling that I needed you, somehow, but oh!...
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Words →
“It’s almost impossible to imagine a world without words. But in this hour of Radiolab, we try to do just that.
We meet a woman who taught a 27-year-old man the first words of his life, hear a firsthand account of what it feels like to have the language center of your brain wiped out by a stroke, and retrace the birth of a brand new language 30 years ago.”
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Best part about Experience SOKA
There were lots of things that most people would expect me to say. “Oh, the campus was the best!”, “The food was really good”, or “To sit in classes.” Or even “The people were special here.” And all these things are true for me. I have no hesitation in telling people these things, since they come so easily to the tongue. But I find myself editing out...
March 2011
3 posts
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Language
Words, words, words. Our experience is limited by language, but in some ways is extended, too. Through language, we can, in a broad sense, communicate with one another about concrete and abstract ideas. This is accomplished through shared symbols. But these symbols can be misleading, and ultimately limit us.
For example, if I were to say ‘dog’, the image of a dog may appear in your...
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Everyone should read out-loud to themselves sometime. A children’s book, preferably. I read The Brothers Lionheart before I go to bed sometimes, when I’m stressed. A dear friend of mine gave that book to me, you see. I feel safe when I hear myself read it (he’s far away.)
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So when I saw those houses, and saw their dark windows, I suddenly felt lonely. Are there people? What do they want? But it was evening, and we were only driving by.
February 2011
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You see, he helps me smile. Even when I should not be, and people probably wonder why I have such a stupid face sometimes when I should be this or that. I even smile when he is not here. But they do not know that I am everything, and that I really am this or that but more of. He never takes away.
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I watched the snow from my bedroom window. I felt… different when I did. I was not me. I was only some girl in a messy room tracing the path of a snowflake. Seeing it melt into a puddle. Like there is nothing else. I wish I did not feel that way.
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distant spring rain
a flash of white -
seagull.
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Single's Day
I dunno, maybe I am. But I love everything. Am I then not single? Either way, another day passed, and I’m still here.
“There are two most fundamental Great Principles in Reality Itself that are...”
– Adi Da Samraj
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'Nothing' does not exist
Now, I am not a student of philosophy, so I am not familiar with every major -ism, nor do I really care at the moment. I don’t eat dialogues for breakfast. I’m busy enough as it is with school. But I do have time to reflect.
In my English class we read a Hemingway short story called A Clean, Well-Lighted Place. We were then asked to examine how the author used the concept of...
“We waste time looking for the perfect lover, instead of creating the perfect...”
– Tom Robbins
If my house were burning...
And I were the only one it it, I would save:
1. Myself.
2. Journal.
3. Letters…
mill0y-deactivated20110219 asked: I have a song for you. :)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7fafu0m9ai4
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7fafu0m9ai4
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Why must life be suffering?
I still do not understand. Why can we not accept that everything is in accordance with the essence of everything (and nothing)? If I am indeed correct, then why must we suffer? Why can we just not be and not be?
“Everybody should have his personal sounds to listen for - sounds that will make...”
– Andre Kostelanetz
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Silence is a blank canvas
There’s something about listening to music - any kind, mind you - that… syncs with my emotions at the time. It does not matter if my feelings are not in alignment. I follow the music, and I let it guide me. Go with the flow, right?
That’s not necessarily bad, if I need my mind taken off of distressing, emotionally charged things. When I’m upset, I turn on loud music. When...
“Ever absent, ever near;
Still I see thee, still I hear;
Yet I cannot reach...”
– Francis Kazinczy
January 2011
8 posts
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I’m a certified breeder of dust bunnies. Go ahead, choose a few to take home and raise as your own.
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"Make me a dragon!"
Children expect a lot from their parents. More than their parents (or even the children themselves) realize. But at least some make the effort. And that is enough for me.
“Language forces us to perceive the world as man presents it to us.”
– Julia Penelope
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Global English: A Double Edged Sword
The official language of 53 countries, including the UN and the European Union, English seems to have flourished worldwide. Finding people that speak or understand English is not as difficult as it used to be. Students outside the native speaking countries are taught English in primary school, business is primarily conducted in English, and more than half of the Internet is in English.
This...
The Broken of Britain →
“You must not lose faith in humanity. Humanity is an ocean; if a few drops of the...”
– Mohandas Gandhi
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Now, Therefore THE GENERAL ASSEMBLY proclaims THIS UNIVERSAL DECLARATION OF HUMAN RIGHTS as a common standard of achievement for all peoples and all nations, to the end that every individual and every organ of society, keeping this Declaration constantly in mind, shall strive by teaching and education to promote respect for these rights and freedoms and by progressive measures, national and...
December 2010
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“He who exercises government by means of his virtue may be compared to the north...”
– Confucius, The Confucian Analects
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Is that so.
What’s funny about China handing out their new Confucius Peace Prize is that during the Cultural Revolution of 1966-76, Mao urged young people to purge old ideas, LIKE Confucianism. In a nutshell, old ideas in Mao’s eyes were oppressive remnants of the old China. Young people were encouraged to destroy Confucian temples. Teachers were tortured and killed by their students.
And now, in...
November 2010
3 posts
Murder trial opens with description of toddler... →
There are no words.
“Our egos tells us we’re the only ones that have any kind of feelings....”
– Ellen DeGeneres
a gift
My internal clock wakes me up at 6 am and dreams, vague since school began, fade away into the gray fog. Any inclination to move is nonexistent. I lay with my eyes closed, soaking up any last dregs of peace.
But my throat is dry.
I push the blankets away, slowly stretching myself like an old cat on an unkempt lawn. The sudden cold pierces through my senses and I almost open my eyes. But I know...
October 2010
12 posts
Teen strives to make a difference one step at a... →
I’d like to do something like this at South, but I’m not sure how I’d go about doing so. Will ponder and ponder…
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NFL looking at rules after weekend of violent hits →
I don’t watch football. But I know that helmets are supposed to be for PROTECTION, not used as WEAPONS. Injuries from tackles are fine, but attacking someone with your helmet is dishonorable to the game.
“What difference does it make how much you have? What you do not have amounts to...”
– Seneca, Roman philosopher, mid-1st century AD
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the value of money
My grandmother has recently been diagnosed with pancreas cancer. She lives in Tokyo. My mom, who is her daughter, talks with her on the phone, speaking rapid-fire Japanese. She does this every night, when she can. Mom doesn’t smile as much as she used to.
Mom is preparing to go to Japan soon, and will stay there for two weeks. This is the first time she’s been there since she moved...
“Do not pray for an easy life, pray for the strength to endure a difficult one.”
– Bruce Lee
kung fu style
Today, when mom and I were driving to the library on River Road, there was this big buff guy with a red shirt and short black pants, earphones stuffed in his ears. Sweaty. Cropped hair, almost military style. Your typical jogger zealot. And he ran up to the stop light and KICKED the button with his right foot! The kung-fu kick that sends bad guys flying through the air on invisible cables. Then he...
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this is when the curtains are suddenly drawn and...
he died because he followed the monster into its trap, where the world sighs under your feet and the new moon falls down and stays down. And your head can’t think straight and your straight isn’t straight anymore and the monster stops at the foot of a shallow lake and turns and looks at him. A pulsing heart in its translucent chest. A moment of expectation. He held the machete close...
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wind chimes
While half asleep on the morning bus, watching the sunrise as we pull into the school parking lot… the bus jolted and my head hit the frosted window. I swear I heard wind chimes. And I kept hearing them until I was in school. They had a melody, the one that the autumn wind makes sometimes at my bus stop - music about the frost in the grass and the fog… One of the only things that...
“Lots of people talk to animals…. Not very many listen, though…....”
– Benjamin Hoff, The Tao of Pooh
Psychology Today: What can the NFL do to help... →
I didn’t even know who Kenny McKinley was - I never pay attention to the sports world. But there are players, people, that identify themselves with what they do in life, and they measure themselves by the ups and downs of their career. How communications can be set-up for helping depressed players can’t start unless those who see the signs of suicide tell someone else to help them get...
last night
Mikey, you’re always sleeping at the bottom of the stairs. You’re never in your bed, you never are. Adrift at sea, a sea dog now? No island paradise for you tonight, I guess. I scratch your head and you stay there looking at me. You loved the beach, kicking up sand as you dashed through the sea mud and gull poop. Tongue lolling out and a demon grin. We all ran after you as you ran...
“At rest, he senses acacia blossoms fall.
Quiet night, the spring mountain...”
– Wang Wei (701-761), Chinese poet of the Tang Dynasty