Well, a certain somebody told me that yeah, I haven’t posted anything here in a while.
So yeah, i don’t know, i felt like posting something all of a sudden here for no reason tonight, so here I am trying to be all not weird at all posting out of nowhere after 2 months. Cuhz it’s not like a lot can happen in 2 months. Or 4 months. Or 6 months.
This doesn’t feel weird at all… I’m used to writing in first person on the internet in a box of text.
I’m most likely not posting anything again for a while after this haha, or I’m gonna surprise myself, let’s see.
So I haven’t said anything in about two months.
Well, hey there.
I haven’t had time to update this lately… but here’s a picture of me in college.
If we don’t build the land, somebody else will and the science will get discovered. If we don’t explore the moons, somebody else will. It will get discovered. That’s one of the hallmarks of science that distinguishes it from art. In science, if you don’t do it, somebody else will. Whereas in art, if Beethoven didn’t compose the Ninth Symphony, no one else before or after is going to compose the Ninth Symphony that he composed, no one else is going to paint Starry Night by van Gogh. So science, when done properly, is never owned by one nation or another.— Neil deGrasse Tyson, Competition in Science
Just a thought.
I feel like sometimes people ought to be a little more honest with each other. There isn’t really any need to hold back just because you feel you need to be courteous. If you’re uncomfortable, say something. Or do something about it. Don’t let yourself sit through what doesn’t make you feel good. Say something, but don’t be so rash as to bash at their innards with no regard to their mental well-being or your sense of dignity. Be considerate but brutally honest. Personally, I will adore you for giving me the painful truth rather than you keeping your ugly thoughts concerning me to yourself and behind my back. Who are you trying to impress by being purposefully polite and maneuvering, the gods of civility and charm? Yourself, for being able to keep your cool in the midst of three dimensional feelings? I wouldn’t want you to fake your way with me. I’d want us to be real. Correct me if I’m wrong; maybe I’m just being naive about the way actual humanity and the world works. But I’d hope so many of us are better than that. I’m not saying people don’t have things to hide. You don’t need to be honest about everything. That’s called being stupid, doe-eyed, and vulnerable. Not to mention uninteresting. But some things just aren’t worth hiding, especially if it breaks or makes the relationship.
Hi Tumblr! Smiles for you all! :) I know, my hand doesn’t look real.
“That picture was taken during the Sikh day parade. He was one of the first people I photographed. He’s a computer IT specialist. He travels a lot. Sikhs at the time were being randomly selected for security. I wish people would just say “you have that thing on your hand and we aren’t sure what it is” instead telling someone they are randomly selected. One time he wore the shirt through security and the guard chuckled. It’s a way of loading off steam at the reality that people have to face.
When the tragedy first happened, my heart sunk. A time frame is a time frame. The pictures have been out there. I wasn’t thinking that people need to see this. When I was speaking to the Sikh Coalition, I was thinking this is the perfect time for people to see them because they wouldn’t just see the suffering but see the positive things. I had this vision of how I wanted these pictures to look. I’m not creating a false environment; I want to portray the positive images not in crisis and in mourning. Those types of pictures are important. But I want people to understand the vibrancy of this community.”
Source: The Huffington Post
I’m a pessimist because of intelligence, but an optimist because of will.
Today, I sat around for 4 hours talking to three little kids. There was a little boy who was 8 and a girl and boy who were 11 years old. It’s unbelievable but I got along better with them than I have with any of my 17 year old friends. There’s so much innocence and purity in them. I felt like for once I didn’t have to worry about what I was saying. We talked about our favorite tv shows and bonded so well. I can’t ever grow up. I refuse to become a person with an ugly soul. Every heart becomes blemished as we grow up in this society. It’s sickening sometimes. I wish we all kept our innocence longer. It’s something of great value. I really hope that for as long as I live I am able to connect with my inner child. It’s something I don’t want to give up.