troy was here

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Adjustment Bureau is a waste of time kids.  It boils down to breaking free of your pre-determined path only to be given another one.  What joy.  I suppose I should of wasted my $8.50 on some big screen special effects via Battle: Los Angeles …but I knew that ending before it began so I spared myself the grief.  I am looking forward to the Marvel/DC flood that seems almost upon us though, at least for some big screen, rattle your bones action that is.  Perhaps I’ll save my buttons till then.

My knee has been sucking for the longest while lately too, which sucks because I can’t ‘move’ like I’d like to, and it seems that on the days when it’s not too bad it only alternates with my sucky neck.  I wonder if I whiplashed myself or something.  Can that happen?  I’ll google that later.  Maybe it’s time for some sort of sensual massage or something.

Speaking of limited flexibility, this video got me a little concerned about my lack of mobility.  I know it’s me …and I know I should put the effort into working on that aspect of my health.  I’ll blame my culture ;)  Us Canadians are made for the cold it seems …stereotypically of course.  But if I had some warm weather for longer than the few months it’s around then maybe I’d stretch out of that ‘under the covers fetal’ position that I’ve become so accustomed to.  No excuses though, and I suppose I could turn the heat up in the house.

Image from Wiki.

I did watch something called Amal a few days ago.  It’s a Canadian film set in New Delhi and is one of those feel good movies that reaffirms the idea of people being good for the sake of being good.  Rent it if you get the chance.  I was inspired half-way through to write a little ditty (that I hate now but I’ll post anyway…) so if that’s any indication then there you go.  I also, after digging around on a high-school buddies facebook page not so long ago, came across the fact that a girl I went to school with called Padma Viswanathan, is a successful novelist.  Neat!  Anyway, I picked up one of her latest offerings called ‘The Toss of a Lemon‘ and have just started into the first 60 of some 600 or so pages.  I’ll give your the verdict when I’m through (which knowing me may be a while) but so far so good.  The sad thing though is that I hardly remember her, and I have the feeling we were in both High School and Junior High together.  Lol, such is my much forgotten youth.  Maybe that’s why my achy bones are coming back to haunt me.

Image from Wired.com

And what about that Karma!  (smooth, I know)  But consider this article by Jonah Lehrer describing a study that shows how women (and men I’m sure too) cast themselves into roles based on expectations and not abilities.  We seem to have had interest of late regarding International Woman’s Day and how they, women that is, are still behind the gender 8-ball when it comes to business and pay equality.  And so I wonder, why couldn’t you make the case for affirmative action based on the phycological need for inspiration?  There may be some science behind it.

Image from Conscious Entities

And while talking about things I know nothing about maybe this post might interest you.  It’s one of those blogs that when new posts come up in my news reader, I kinda shy away from until I can get a few minutes …or rather hours, to take a good look at.  Lol, and even then…  Anyway, it’s about how we quantify experience, or at least try to, and aside from giving you answers and a great history lesson on the progression of different thinkers, it also leaves you with as many questions.  It seems I’m still drawn to Peter Lynds idea on consciousness being tied into a way of perceiving.  The way he tosses away ‘instants’  just somehow makes me want to throw out ‘numbers’ and ‘words’ as well.

I mean, can you really prove the number one as being ‘one’ thing?  Ditto for the word ‘one’ for that matter; what exactly does it mean?  Or are they simply things we just notice …much like that voice or those thoughts and experiences floating through our brains all the time.

Stupid brains.

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When you strip it all away -
when the image falls and the
pride recedes to shame,
you find the truth.
The tears.  You find yourself,
and in that reflection, hope.
You find a song so simple.
A color true.  You find the world
as it once was.  And as the
tree whose greatest majesty
lies buried from sight,
so too is the strength that
springs you forth again.