Ever felt that feeling where you’ve forgotten where your stomach is actually located because its been jumping up and down because of excitement? Ever felt like your balls have magically been transported to your throat and you just want to sob out loud at the near-orgasmic tremors rippling through your body? Well, that’s probably the best way I can describe how I’m feeling right now. I’m giddy. Einstein and Gödel were wrong. I have just traveled back through time and re-transformed into a high school kid again. Of course, after being an unfortunate long-time reader of this blog, you may think me as a perpetual high school kid already.
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Yes, it is way too early to be talking about sentimental stuff again. “Shit man, it’s four in the morning!” you might be saying right now. I’m sorry, I can’t help it. Well, strictly speaking, I can. However, I will have to refuse to do so for now. I just miss her, that’s all. She sent me this message last year:
The word duende was used by Federico García Lorca to describe the peculiar kind of poetry written by poets such as himself and Pablo Neruda. That school of writing is characterized by a fiery Spanish romanticism… but with an undercurrent of darkness and desperation. Duende is an elusive concept, but roughly translated, it means “the awareness of death.” Lorca believed that in order for art to be great, it has to convey a constant awareness of death—the knowledge that every act and every thought is, to some extent, finite.
Look at this. As of today, I’ve watched 46 out of The 1000 Best Movies Ever Made according to the New York Times. God, I have a lot of catching up to do. The list gave me quite a few movies I’d like to watch when school work lets up which will probably be during the semestral break in October. Among them are Amelie, Apollo 13 (yes, I haven’t watched it yet), Beetlejuice, Being John Malkovich, Boogie Nights, Born on the Fourth of July, Breakfast Club, Bride on the River Kwai, The Cider House Rules, Cat on a Hot Tin Roof, Clockwork Orange, Close Encounters of a Third Kind, Dead Ringers, Dial M for Murder, Hamlet (1948 and 2000 versions), Howards End, It’s a Wonderful Life (yes, the Christmas movie), Jailhouse Rock, L.A. Confidential, Like Water for Chocolate, Malcolm X, One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, The People vs. Larry Flint, The Piano, The Pillow Book, Psycho, Roman Holiday, Singin in the Rain, The Sound of Music, Stalag 17, The Usual Suspects, Who Framed Roger Rabbit, and Yellow Submarine.
One of the reasons why Albert Einstein was against time travel into the future was the Chaos Theory. This theory postulates that as you go further into the future, the certainty of where you are and the circumstances you will find yourself diminishes the farther you go into the future. This is caused by the increasing multitude of possibilities that could occur along the way, as the millions upon billions of choices that make up each person’s choices are so variable that a particular future might very well not exist if one or another choice were to differ. If you watched Back to the Future, you’ll notice that traveling to the future is quite easy because they didn’t take into account the other possibilities that might happen along the way to that future. All the what ifs and what if nots here become a paramount concern because predestination might not actually exist and therefore the freedom of action of each and every person might very well have incredibly vast effects on the future.
Slap me silly and call me sappy but I’ve been feeling really nonchalant the past few days. I’m not really sure why, though. I just can’t shake this feeling of melancholy and lethargy that’s seems to just sap the energy out of me. Well, its either that or I’m burned out. I was at Starbucks coastal today studying. Its become quite a habit that I look forward to. Thursdays, you see, is a free day. No classes. That means twenty-four hours of time to sleep, eating unhurriedly, lounging in the bathroom, and reminiscing. It’s a day to just sit back and relax while the rest of the world whirls past me.
Finals are finally over! Whew! I haven’t been as idle as I am right now since Christmas break and thank God for it. I’ve got a lot of updates that I’ve promised over the past year and trust me, I am getting to it. Like I’ve been droning about for the past year, I believe that HTML has just about outlived its usefulness. What with the W3C taking forever to update any of the language’s proposed tags, I see that innovation for HTML has just about come to a dead standstill. Mind you, its almost two years since they’ve approved a tag as part of the standard set of HTML tags. Two years for one tag! The only organization slower than them is probably the Philippine government. Ah, well, I’m digressing again.
Imagine a dark, subterranean prison in which humans are bound by their necks to a single place from infancy. Elaborate steps are taken by unseen forces to supply and manipulate the content of the prisoner’s visual experience. This is so effective that the prisoners do not recognize their imprisonment and are satisfied to live their lives in this way. Moreover, the cumulative effects of this imprisonment are so thorough that if freed, the prisoners would be virtually helpless. They could not stand up on their own, their eyes would be overloaded initially with sensory information, and even their minds would refuse to accept what the senses eventually presented them. It is not unreasonable to expect that some prisoners would wish to remain imprisoned even after their minds grasped the horror of their condition. But if a prisoner was dragged out and compelled to understand the relationship between the prison and outside, matters would be different. In time the prisoner would come to have genuine knowledge superior to the succession of representations that made up the whole of experience before. This freed prisoner would understand those representations as imperfect—like pale copies of the full reality now grasped in the mind. Yet if returned to the prison, the freed prisoner would be the object of ridicule, disbelief, and hostility.
This is odd. It may be a lack of foresight or a lack of skill on my part but I never really expected it to happen. Foresight, in my opinion, requires at the very least circumferential experience of something. By this I mean that one might not have experienced the same thing before but would have had an experience at least somewhat similar to the one in question. Well, whatever I do lack is of no moment now since I feel really shitty.
People Power Day, first of all, is not just another day of respite from our regular daily routines. It is not another opportunity to sit back, relax, and catch up on much needed sleep. It is, more than anything, a day to be cherished for this, in my opinion, has been the culmination of that greater struggle for freedom of the masses.