Now That I Have a Cam...

Date of purchase:
September 30, 2008

Moment of death:
May 3, 2009 9:15:28 AM

























Moment of disposal:
July 25, 2009 1:19:28 PM



-Zan

Epic Naps

Known also as early, unprepared Sleeps.

The following is another Thing-I've-Always-Wanted-To-Post. I sort've forgot this one a few times along the way. Until a week or so earlier. I guess it wasn't as great as I initially thought it was, back when I thought it?
Probably because it relies on ageist stereotypes. And doesn't apply to all situations.
Dang.

Anyway.











Observe the above image.
The arrows represent the type of thinking held
by each of the ages represented by the photographs.

THE CHILD:
Arrow points forward. Immersed in curiosity, the child seeks to discover more of the world he inhabits. The future is a fun thought to think of. "When I grow up, I'll be...!" and so on.

THE ADULT:
Arrow points downward. Immersed in the present, the adult is busy and occupied with the many matters at hand. One must think of what to do next, what to do Now. "Just a sec, I've got to do this"

THE ELDER:
Arrow points back. The angel of Reminisce drops by countless times, as the elder recalls the sinewave that was his/her life before the final years fall into place. The great changes of the present can't help but remind the elder of what they were changes of - the past. "Back in my day, you'd never see that happening. I tell you.."

Und das ist alle.
Don't really like it that much, and that's probably why it took so long from conception to publishing. I mean... the child should have two arrows, one down and one forward. The adult would have an arrow down and a thin arrow forward. Some adults are all down, some are all forward, some are all backward. Some 'Elder's would have an additional arrow down and forward. And so on. And so on.

And now... to do it for the love.
Phyllis should take it well. Martha's already there. Connie needs analysis and Miss B has too much to be productive.


-Zan

The Breathing Moss

(ithinkioverdidtheshadowsonthelastone)

Woke up this morning with completely numb right arm. Brought it down from above my head, left it there. When the blood rushed back it felt like it was... contracting? Buh.

SAW BEETLE LARVA ON WAY TO MRT THIS MORNING. Maggoty fat grub. Beetle larvae. Larva.

visualart
metalwork
woodwork
mathematics
philosophy
anatomy
physics,actually
environmentalengineering?


-Zan

Consider Having Omnipotence.

Wat zou je doen?

Would you live your life the way it is now, cheating from time to time?
Would you live your own paradise?
Would you let yourself die?
Pass your abilities to somebody else?
Throw them away?
Play around? (eg making oneself gigantic enough that you'd be able to look at the universe from a god's-eye view) (eg making oneself so small you could see the inside of atoms, of quarks, beyond.) (eg exploding miles of ocean into the air, then spontaneously freezing it to make strange, sharp scultures) (eg peeling open your skin painlessly to assess your physical inner self?) (et cetera. Et cetera.)

Assuming you bore omnipotence, and lived forever, at what point would it get boring and unfascinating?
Would it?


-Zan

Failboy Fail Is.

And I turned anticlockwise, still facing the books. Seeing a row of identical Fables book spines, I took one out to see if I'd read it before. Familiar cover. Skimmed through it, found I had indeed read it before. Then I noticed to little boy to my right. He took a book out of one row of books, and unknowingly had shifted the bookstand that all the rest of the books in the row were leaning on.
One book fell. Then two. Then we both stood and stared as the rest of the row slowly tumbled to the floor.

I could've helped stop the great fall.

But.

I wanted to see how far it would go...

After about 5/6ths of the row's books were piled sideways on the floor, I dove in to help.

Done.

Continue walking around circular bookshelf. See boy again, this time with mother.
Boy takes out one book.
About 3 fall out, onto the floor.

Zan stifles laughter, looks away.



Failboy is fail.

And now, photodump from the phone.























(From National Museum)

(Not done yet, but not in mood to upload the rest)


Nostalgia tickles me. Come closer, darn you.



-Zan

Quietly.

Pronouncing Dwing gives you a weird pronounciation of the word Doing.
dwing

Martha and I are doing fine, but things could be brought to a higher level. I won't be going out with Connie and Selvy until next week, but I suspect things will be dumpy. We never really clicked, but I'm still hopeful. Bonnie..? ..sigh. And Phyllis and I always had a spark between us, we were so passionate. Now I can barely listen to her.
And I want her back.

The angel of Pleasant Nostalgia has been brushing me with his feathers this afternoon. A new kind of brush, this nostalgia feels different. Maybe it's from farther back? Mm.
FEEL THOUGH DOES NICE IT
: ))


-Zan

Crackle-Pop

Alpen, milk and two strawberries.
In a blender.
Oh yeah.
(Don't taste no different, actually)

"Meh"

List of asymmetries I've found through the years:

-upper teeth/gum row tilted slightly anticlockwise (clockwise from my view) with respect to upper lip
-left tooth-between-canine-and-fronttooth slightly more inside the gum than the right tooth-between-canine-and-fronttooth
-(my) left eyelid lower than right
-left chin hair grows pointing downwards, right chin hair points back
-same thing with central region of eyebrows: left one starts off pointing up-ish, right one starts pointing sideways
-EARS. Left one sticks out more
-sparser arrangement of sideburns on my right cheek than the left one
-nails of left and right big toe are strangely differently structured

And that's just the ones I've found.


-Zan

Slapdash

Mmrmm. 8am paper today.

I woke up at about 6.00am, turned the alarm off, looked at the bathroom door and saw that the door was closed, light coming from inside. Sister already showering. Hmp.
Back to bed. Just a tad more rest.

I woke up at about 7.12am, realised this, bolted to the shower, tried to smear on the liquid soap as I washed self. Got out, put on uniform, took bag, left. Dashed to mrt. "Arriving in 3 minutes", it said.

Entered exam venue, sweating, at about 7.50am. Took stuff. Sat down.

Phew.

(friggin 5th-level venue)
(fraggin people-already-using-elevator. rar)
"lolnotsobadwhatHope that's the answer!shitnotime"

and
"OhshitnodictionaryHope that's the answer!"

And then you realise that it's there to be done whether you want to take it away or not. And then it's so much easier to want to do it, because it'll be there so long that you start to have fun with it.

Z?

Time to edit an old post.

-Zan