I'm back!
I aspire to be liquid.
Wow, Demosthenes, trying to revive a blog from seven years ago when you were young and immature, and this is what you write? "I ASPIRE TO BE LIQUID." Seriously?
Actually, yes, seriously. Why? I'll tell you that in a minute. But first, a word about this blog.
When I wrote this, I was seven, young, and naive.
Sidenote: Why is it so hard to type the word "naive" with the two dots above the "i"? When I type in alt+i (I'm an avid Mac user. Haters gonna hate) it types in this thing: ˆ. HAVE WE LEARNED NOTHING ABOUT SPELLING IN ELEMENTARY SCHOOL, KIDS?!?!
Anyway, when I wrote this, I was seven, young, and naive. Now, I have seen so many people, so many places, and so much change, both in the world, and in myself. Now, I have so many ideas within my head. Now, I want to share the ideas that are worth sharing.
Sidenote: I just realized that this blog suddenly turned into James Joyce's Ulysses, except this stream of consciousness is actually understandable. So instead of it is sizzle *insert random telugu conversation here* is all-encompassingly "oh this is a mirror mmmhmm you should keep a door here right what is this bench press agility ladder wow you drew it well" unintelligible, you have something understandable. Woah!
So yeah! Existential rant about change is over. Now how I want to be a liquid.
Liquids are a metaphor. One day, when I was pouring rice to boil for dinner, I saw that when I poured a little, the grains bounced around like bunnies on steroids, but when I poured a lot, it looked like a liquid.
See, my mom always told me that I have my grandfather's genes, in that I can always twist a subject to make it seem very philosophical. So I'm going to use my ability and do that now.
Liquids, on a small scale, are very, very chaotic. But when they are amplified, they look smooth and elegant. On the inside, when you dissect my thoughts part by part, you will find pure, raw chaos. But I am weaving this into a blog that takes your mind through the clouds and under the ground. How?
Because I am Chaos, but I am liquid.
Woah. So ominous.
Sidenote: Is Chaos in Greek Mythology a person? I honestly don't know. Comment your opinion! The comment section exists for a reason!
Anyway, I'm super obsessed with classical soundtracks (especially because I'm a violinist), and my humanities teachers always post soundtracks on their blog, so I'm gonna post the one that's stuck in my head right now, specifically the first section of Beethoven's 7th symphony, 2nd movement. I really like this recording because it gives you a visual analog to work off of. Enjoy!
Sidenote: My tip for listening to, understanding, and feeling classical music is to have a story for each piece. For example, my story for the Beethoven is a march of slaves, rooted to the ground. When the second cello melody comes in, one of the slaves starts to imagine them flying in the sky. Eventually, more and more slaves join in, culminating in a huge storm of thought. TL;DR: You don't need a gift to listen to classical music. You need a story.
If classical isn't your cup of tea, don't worry. I gotchu, but I hope you like techno/dubstep/hard rock. This is Megalovania by Toby Fox from the video game Undertale.
I'm probably going to write later today because I'm on fire rn, but gtg.
WAIT NO
I'LL NOT LEAVE YET
I JUST DISCOVERED THIS REALLY OLD POST DRAFT THAT I NEVER POSTED
So I was really obsessed with airplanes when I was younger, so I have this post about the history of airplanes. Just so you guys can embarrass me and harass me about this, I will post this. But please... Don't be a bullyism.
"1783 -- The Montgolfier brothers invented the first hot air balloons.
-Demosthenes
Sidenote: I just typed in probabably. That reminds me of a very specific incident in 8th grade math class, where 2 of my friends were repeatedly saying "hablablablablablablabla..." and annoyed my math teacher so much that after he yelled, he scared the most talkative student in the class into submission.
Another Sidenote: I am a very friendly person, so don't think I'm typing "my friend" just like that. I want to be friends with everybody on this planet. That's partially the reason why I'm such an idealist, but also just want everybody in the world to get along, hold hands, and sing "Kumbaya".
Sidenote Sidenote: I'll probably just shut up now. Sorry. Bye.
Wow, Demosthenes, trying to revive a blog from seven years ago when you were young and immature, and this is what you write? "I ASPIRE TO BE LIQUID." Seriously?
Actually, yes, seriously. Why? I'll tell you that in a minute. But first, a word about this blog.
When I wrote this, I was seven, young, and naive.
Sidenote: Why is it so hard to type the word "naive" with the two dots above the "i"? When I type in alt+i (I'm an avid Mac user. Haters gonna hate) it types in this thing: ˆ. HAVE WE LEARNED NOTHING ABOUT SPELLING IN ELEMENTARY SCHOOL, KIDS?!?!
Anyway, when I wrote this, I was seven, young, and naive. Now, I have seen so many people, so many places, and so much change, both in the world, and in myself. Now, I have so many ideas within my head. Now, I want to share the ideas that are worth sharing.
Sidenote: I just realized that this blog suddenly turned into James Joyce's Ulysses, except this stream of consciousness is actually understandable. So instead of it is sizzle *insert random telugu conversation here* is all-encompassingly "oh this is a mirror mmmhmm you should keep a door here right what is this bench press agility ladder wow you drew it well" unintelligible, you have something understandable. Woah!
 |
| Ugh. I could barely get through a sentence, |
So yeah! Existential rant about change is over. Now how I want to be a liquid.
Liquids are a metaphor. One day, when I was pouring rice to boil for dinner, I saw that when I poured a little, the grains bounced around like bunnies on steroids, but when I poured a lot, it looked like a liquid.
See, my mom always told me that I have my grandfather's genes, in that I can always twist a subject to make it seem very philosophical. So I'm going to use my ability and do that now.
Liquids, on a small scale, are very, very chaotic. But when they are amplified, they look smooth and elegant. On the inside, when you dissect my thoughts part by part, you will find pure, raw chaos. But I am weaving this into a blog that takes your mind through the clouds and under the ground. How?
Because I am Chaos, but I am liquid.
Woah. So ominous.
Sidenote: Is Chaos in Greek Mythology a person? I honestly don't know. Comment your opinion! The comment section exists for a reason!
Anyway, I'm super obsessed with classical soundtracks (especially because I'm a violinist), and my humanities teachers always post soundtracks on their blog, so I'm gonna post the one that's stuck in my head right now, specifically the first section of Beethoven's 7th symphony, 2nd movement. I really like this recording because it gives you a visual analog to work off of. Enjoy!
Sidenote: My tip for listening to, understanding, and feeling classical music is to have a story for each piece. For example, my story for the Beethoven is a march of slaves, rooted to the ground. When the second cello melody comes in, one of the slaves starts to imagine them flying in the sky. Eventually, more and more slaves join in, culminating in a huge storm of thought. TL;DR: You don't need a gift to listen to classical music. You need a story.
If classical isn't your cup of tea, don't worry. I gotchu, but I hope you like techno/dubstep/hard rock. This is Megalovania by Toby Fox from the video game Undertale.
I'm probably going to write later today because I'm on fire rn, but gtg.
WAIT NO
I'LL NOT LEAVE YET
I JUST DISCOVERED THIS REALLY OLD POST DRAFT THAT I NEVER POSTED
So I was really obsessed with airplanes when I was younger, so I have this post about the history of airplanes. Just so you guys can embarrass me and harass me about this, I will post this. But please... Don't be a bullyism.
"1783 -- The Montgolfier brothers invented the first hot air balloons.
1903 -- The Wright brothers invent and fly the first engined airplane.
1907 -- The very first helicopter is built.
1911 -- "
So there you have it. Tease me if you want. "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but your words cannot hurt me."
Probably.
Hopefully.
*loud sobbing*
But seriously, don't be bullies, kids. As much as you think it's cool, it's really not, it really hurts to be called names and made fun of. I know this from personal experience. If you are being bullied, as much as other people have told you, talk to someone else. That someone else will have your back through that horrible ordeal. What I have done if the bullies still don't listen is to think about them as desperate. After all, who would find satisfaction in stooping so low as calling you names and making you feel bad. In the wise words of a wise man, my friend, "You are the top chicken."
Now excuse me as I continue loudly sobbing in the corner.
See you later, alligator!So there you have it. Tease me if you want. "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but your words cannot hurt me."
Probably.
Hopefully.
*loud sobbing*
But seriously, don't be bullies, kids. As much as you think it's cool, it's really not, it really hurts to be called names and made fun of. I know this from personal experience. If you are being bullied, as much as other people have told you, talk to someone else. That someone else will have your back through that horrible ordeal. What I have done if the bullies still don't listen is to think about them as desperate. After all, who would find satisfaction in stooping so low as calling you names and making you feel bad. In the wise words of a wise man, my friend, "You are the top chicken."
Now excuse me as I continue loudly sobbing in the corner.
-Demosthenes
Sidenote: I just typed in probabably. That reminds me of a very specific incident in 8th grade math class, where 2 of my friends were repeatedly saying "hablablablablablablabla..." and annoyed my math teacher so much that after he yelled, he scared the most talkative student in the class into submission.
Another Sidenote: I am a very friendly person, so don't think I'm typing "my friend" just like that. I want to be friends with everybody on this planet. That's partially the reason why I'm such an idealist, but also just want everybody in the world to get along, hold hands, and sing "Kumbaya".
Sidenote Sidenote: I'll probably just shut up now. Sorry. Bye.
Comments
Post a Comment