Night Out On The Town
Two of my 7 year olds are getting cell phones tomorrow for Children's Day....
This is embarrassing. I don't even have a cell phone yet, still holding to my belief that they are inherently evil (anything that requires that much of you attention and radiates can't be good).
Today over lunch I solved the problem of life and its initial meaningless. Well, not really, but I did compose some nice bits of thoughts masquerading as philosophy. I believe the point of it all was to somehow balance my solipsistic thoughts with my existentialist ideals.
Here my musings are in their entirety for those who are interested:
Yesterday one of my eight year olds gave me a letter in which she hoped to express what she thought of me as a teacher. The first sentence was "I love you and you scare me." I know that for the rest of my life I will keep this letter so I can look back on my first experiences as a teacher and see how I've grown.
Lately I've started to think about the little pieces of people I currently have in my possession. Not just letters and photos, but trinkets and knick-knacks, books and poems, bracelets and necklaces. In my room I am almost constantly surrounded by the presence of others entrapped within these trinkets, to the point where much of who I am on the outside as well as in, has become a montage of the faces I have seen and the voices I have heard.
This in turn started me thinking about my own influence on others, and all the tiny bits of me that must be floating around without me even knowing it. If this is true, then my meditations on meaninglessness (as I know, many of you are also concerned with meaninglessness) are further complicated if not altogether upset by my continual, often unconscious, effect upon others.
Seeing as how this is the case, that man must continually influence and be in turn influenced by man, it would appear that the point of the game has little to do with the individual and more to do with the individual's position in the collective. The object of the game is not to be endued with some sort of inherent and singular meaning, but to create a cooperative experience with the world and beings around us. Even if we were to become affronted by this very notion and seek to isolate ourself completely, we should still find some small ways of changing the world around us, providing constant and permanent proof of our existence.
I was a bit tired at work today because yesterday was Alana's birthday and we ended up having way too much fun. Well, no, not too much. It was just right, I'd say. Here is a description of the evening (complete with pictures!)
First we went to dinner at Dijon (the infamous fancy French restaurant downtown). I had spaghetti and Alana had some weird chicken thing.
(No these pictures aren't bad because Alana's eyes appear to be closed... she just has no eyes, only eyelids.)
Alana holding her shoe (The brand is called "Big Stank".. made in Korea of course. I didn't buy her the shoes, but I got her a big bag of nonsense including one corduroy tigger and a small journal.
Then we went for a walk in the park (aka: "That park with the big bell")
They put up a paper pagoda advertising Buddha's Birthday (which I believe is sometime towards the end of the month):
The streets were also covered in paper lanterns for Buddha's Birthday:
On the lantern it looks like Buddha is getting ready to flash people. I guess that's what buddhism has to resort to these days in order to compete with hot cults like the Britney Spears fan club. Still, very pretty.
Tonight I'm not going to perform at Communes because as previously mentioned I've become pretty fed up with the downtown "scene" and it'd be nice to just stay inside and avoid all the peoples who are after my hot body.
What? I ain't kiddin'.
I am, however, going to talk to my Kumdo instructor about fees and such, and call a travel agent about my impending Kyoto trip.
Okay, goodnight folks!
-M
This is embarrassing. I don't even have a cell phone yet, still holding to my belief that they are inherently evil (anything that requires that much of you attention and radiates can't be good).
Today over lunch I solved the problem of life and its initial meaningless. Well, not really, but I did compose some nice bits of thoughts masquerading as philosophy. I believe the point of it all was to somehow balance my solipsistic thoughts with my existentialist ideals.
Here my musings are in their entirety for those who are interested:
Yesterday one of my eight year olds gave me a letter in which she hoped to express what she thought of me as a teacher. The first sentence was "I love you and you scare me." I know that for the rest of my life I will keep this letter so I can look back on my first experiences as a teacher and see how I've grown.
Lately I've started to think about the little pieces of people I currently have in my possession. Not just letters and photos, but trinkets and knick-knacks, books and poems, bracelets and necklaces. In my room I am almost constantly surrounded by the presence of others entrapped within these trinkets, to the point where much of who I am on the outside as well as in, has become a montage of the faces I have seen and the voices I have heard.
This in turn started me thinking about my own influence on others, and all the tiny bits of me that must be floating around without me even knowing it. If this is true, then my meditations on meaninglessness (as I know, many of you are also concerned with meaninglessness) are further complicated if not altogether upset by my continual, often unconscious, effect upon others.
Seeing as how this is the case, that man must continually influence and be in turn influenced by man, it would appear that the point of the game has little to do with the individual and more to do with the individual's position in the collective. The object of the game is not to be endued with some sort of inherent and singular meaning, but to create a cooperative experience with the world and beings around us. Even if we were to become affronted by this very notion and seek to isolate ourself completely, we should still find some small ways of changing the world around us, providing constant and permanent proof of our existence.
I was a bit tired at work today because yesterday was Alana's birthday and we ended up having way too much fun. Well, no, not too much. It was just right, I'd say. Here is a description of the evening (complete with pictures!)
First we went to dinner at Dijon (the infamous fancy French restaurant downtown). I had spaghetti and Alana had some weird chicken thing.
(No these pictures aren't bad because Alana's eyes appear to be closed... she just has no eyes, only eyelids.)
Alana holding her shoe (The brand is called "Big Stank".. made in Korea of course. I didn't buy her the shoes, but I got her a big bag of nonsense including one corduroy tigger and a small journal.
Then we went for a walk in the park (aka: "That park with the big bell")
They put up a paper pagoda advertising Buddha's Birthday (which I believe is sometime towards the end of the month):
The streets were also covered in paper lanterns for Buddha's Birthday:
On the lantern it looks like Buddha is getting ready to flash people. I guess that's what buddhism has to resort to these days in order to compete with hot cults like the Britney Spears fan club. Still, very pretty.
Tonight I'm not going to perform at Communes because as previously mentioned I've become pretty fed up with the downtown "scene" and it'd be nice to just stay inside and avoid all the peoples who are after my hot body.
What? I ain't kiddin'.
I am, however, going to talk to my Kumdo instructor about fees and such, and call a travel agent about my impending Kyoto trip.
Okay, goodnight folks!
-M
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