Big Deal!

Hair. Is it really that big of a deal?

Actually, in the black community, particularly so. It's all about the hair. Nappy, curly, kinky, wavy, etc. etc. etc.

Good hair=closer to the curly wavy spectrum
Nappy hair=well, it's nappy! People don't exactly say "bad hair," but if they call it nappy, it isn't good hair. Sorry.

My TOK presentation tomorrow is going to address this, except in a more scholarly light. My heart is in a mini-knot though because I am fearful for what people will think, as always. Why is this black girl ranting about hair and the things black people do to it to make it straight? It's not like they have to straigten it.

True. But why do we feel as though it is implied that are our be straightened?

Why can't I address this without seeming dramatic? Race issues are impossible. If you address them you are whining, and if you don't, you are in an insensitive bigot, right? I wish we could sweep it under a rug just like anyone else, but how much awareness would that foster?

So in short this is an apology/disclaimer/advertisement.

I'm sorry I feel the need to address this.

My presentation is NOT going to be a black pride tyrade.

Come see it if you want to be enlightened.

Battle Studies Leaves Much to be Desired

A quick music review for you.

Maybe it was my mood. I am moody, after all.

But I was left unimpressed with Battle Studies. It had the quintessential Mayer chord progressions and melodies, and his quiet reflecting pop laced with the proper dose of passion...

But what it lacked was an edge. I felt like John Mayer took no chances on this album. And it wasn't the sort of cozy predictability, the kind that makes you feel secure. In short, it was boring.

Not a bad album, no...but very blah. If you are just starting to listen to Mayer, I would say this:

You may like this album. It's chill.
You may dislike this album and discredit John altogether...I wouldn't. Shoot for Room for Squares, Inside Wants out, Continuum...something other than Battle Studies. Sorry.

The Ultimate Transformation

Some people struggle throughout their whole lives to transform themselves, all while they unknowingly strain to avoid the ultimate transformation---death.

That is what death is. I do not know why, but a collection of matter cannot be in existance as the same collection of matter. Then, when it has been too long, and the body can no longer function properly, one "dies". But matter doesn't go away...it's just transformed.

True, we are not ourselves anymore...but universally speaking, the world isn't ending. A body of the world is being transformed.

The universe's very first stars died as supernovas, radiating a new type of matter that would eventually become our home planet.
The dead carcass of a dear fertilizes the forest floor, sustaining it's tall and shady trees.

It sounds scary. We would rather just be ourselves with our brains, our hands, hearts, thoughts, feelings. But if you think about, not even we can fully claim ourselves. We also have some of the same matter of our most distant ancestors, and so are ancestors will ours.

And this is just speaking in terms of sensory items.
Our legacies and what we do leave behind could in fact, not "die."

I'm not saying that death isn't scary. Anything so grand and looming over everyone's head can be daunting. But it is also perfectly natural and necessary for the continuation of this world.



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CMHtimeHX8k

A bit unrelated, but it makes death seem more how I've pictured it.

Blog Forecast, Allegories, Confessions

Well, I had a dark speel.
Yep. It's through now. The clouds have cleared and I expect a normal range of weather from here on out. Sun, partly cloudy skies, cold, warm...you name it. I'm sinking back into normal patterns.

Why the dark speel? Extreme imbalance. Too much rationalizing, analyzing, and obsessing over all of my thoughts. I became conceited in my "knowledge". One of my journals was named "tortured genius wannabe" and rightfully so. I can be intellectual but to become completely detatched is not me. And hopefully not anyone, but Mersault.

Eye Allgeory:

You have two eyes. One is the eye of the heart, emotion, intuition, and gut feelings. Probably labelled feminine or maybe "yin". There is also the eye of logic and reason. Sometimes when approaching a problem, we try to approach the problem half-blind, covering one eye with a pirate's patch. But this is unhealthy. You cannot fully see with just one eye. I have tried and I've come to realize that it does not and will not work. Seeing out of one eye gives you an obstructed and incomplete viewpoint. Don't abandon your emotions. They are here for balancing purposes. Don't get lost in folly! Reason will help to add meaning to your emotions.


Also, separate from the eye allegory...don't get too obsessed with thinking and rationlizing. Not only is it depressing, but it doesn't actually teach you much. Some things can only be learned through experience. Tough.

Wishing all of the readers peace and love (not happiness, it's so transient!), or as Tallent would say, "warm and fuzzies".

Trying to get all of this out in a healthy way/without getting in too deep. Thanks for reading and do come back.

This Post Isn't About the New Year

So I was talking to my sister right before this space show at the museum of Natural History started, and I thought:

Wouldn't it be sort of cool if they had acid trip virtual reality goggles? You could see total craziness but not have to actually get high?

We concluded that probably wouldn't sell as well as the actual drugs, considering you wouldn't experience the same magical high, due to biochemical reactions in your brain. It would just be a superficial simulation.

Musings: How to define and/or compare and contrast belief vs. knowledge? It's quite difficult actually. You could say that knowledge is always rooted in empirical or factual evidence, and that belief isn't, but in some ways, they seem to overlap.

Isn't it odd how we can know things about people, but not know them? There is a friend of mine that I have reached this level with. She is quite affectionate and showy. It makes me uncomfortable, because although we've had deep and intellectual conversations, I only feel like I know a surface level of her. I know things about her, but I don't know her. Maybe her hugs and showiness is her attempt to open up, but it isn't the same as a real connection.

It's not good enough for me, and if she thinks she can buy me off with some splenda-sugar affection, she should rethink her approach.

Disney Coup

Well Roy is dead so it should be easy now, right?
Actually I don't know. Regardles, a Disney Coup d'freakinetat is in order. I am sick of bubble gum sloppily produced pop stars. I am sick of the crappy chord progressions, shows...

Seriously. Although I did just see the movie "Up", and I'll admit that it was pretty darn good. Bittersweet and sad at times, but really good.

But the mainstream disney stuff needs an overhaul. We need to bring good animation, shows, and music back to disney. Our young and young-at-heart deserve it. I'm pretty sure I'm going to be watching cartoons for the rest of my life, and if I must do so, I demand that they be top quality cartoons, thankyouverymuch.


Revolution now!

Oh, Uncyclopedia

http://uncyclopedia.wikia.com/wiki/I_ate_your_Haagen-Dazs

What

the

hall? I laughed so hard reading this. Ok not really. I Hiett-laughed. My parents have gone to bed, but I took a nap from like 5:30-8:00 (I know I know, cool, eh?) and so I'm really really hyper. Man do I love naps.

Anywho I had to do the silent shoulder-shaking chuckle business. But man.

Oscar Wilde: Yes, Please!



Oh and shoutout to Rhianna who stalks my blog. I feel so special to hear that you peep on this page.

Pseudo-intellectual posts coming soon, do not fear! Have a great break, kids.