The next day, there was a sign posted at the sailing shack:
I guess I wasn't the only one. Nowadays, I hear about bird attacks all the time at the beach, but only to those riding bikes.
I suppose I'll never escape.
There is a contest to see who can come up with the best new BP logo, and the entries were equally sad as they were hilarious, for example:
http://www.logomyway.com/contestView.php?contestId=1746&utm_source=Triggermail&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=TTP+|+Still+Leaking%2C+Still+Pissed+%28BP%29Lighter fluid + ligher + pavement = fun
Jung Pyo Hong
Vrno
Rex Ray
What if...
Everything we know is already in our heads. We experience life to discover these things, and each time we remember something, it seems as though we are learning it for the first time.
or,
Instead of our personalities being molded by the experiences we have and what we believe to be truth, it is actually molded on the experiences we DON'T have, and what we think is true but is actually falsehood. For example, those things people choose NOT to tell you, or that experience that is still a mystery to this day. If you knew those truths, you would be a different person, given that our brains are changed by each new moment.
Olaf Hajek
Jan Dunning
Mimile Ung
Vincent Tolinet
Oh btw
There are more chickens than people in the world.
And I've never seen paper like this before!
Below is a piece of writing that is a little extraordinary--a little out of this world--that I wrote a few days ago, for no reason in particular. Let's just say it's not usual, but it's perceptive.
"boy did things catch my eye tonight. like i'd be talking to someone like i normally would, but then something-----would catch my eye, and there would be energy beyond my focus, in the form of a moving branch or smallest bug or you know those spider webs that glint in the sunlight?? everything of course is in a spinning vortex of life all around us that we cannot see when we are so focused on our own lives... but the molecules, they're mooooving and grooooooving concurrently with our perceptions that are somehow trying to slowwwwwww shit down, make sense to us, trying to make sense out of these molecules so we have a least the littlest chance to predict what will happen to us...
and today, alone in the humming buzzing warm sugar coated evening, walking in diluted shadows
nothing was opaque
everything had light shining through it, and when i mean everything i mean even your thoughts, like if you had two thoughts and you put them next to each other there would be a ray of light glistening through the cracks, like no matter what the thought is there will be light, and infinite possibility, behind it-
and where did that glistening spider web go? and who will see it next? but just because there isn't someone to see the spider web does not mean it doesn't exist.
and where does sound go when time passes by? there should be a giant filing container of all the sounds that ever have happened, and you should be able to open it and hear an egg being cracked over someone's head, whenever you flyin' felt like it-
that filer would be awfully convenient for the person who does not appreciate sound when it's actually happening. so maybe i shall continue on my merry way, mooovin and groooovin through all this molecule shilt, and enjoy it as it's happening, so that i will never miss the luxury of a sound-filing-system"
A recent article discusses how technology literally gets into our heads-
“The person and the various parts of their brain and the mouse and the monitor are so tightly intertwined that they’re just one thing,” said Anthony Chemero, a cognitive scientist at Franklin & Marshall College. “The tool isn’t separate from you. It’s part of you.”
Chemero’s experiment, published March 9 in Public Library of Science, was designed to test one of Heidegger’s fundamental concepts: that people don’t notice familiar, functional tools, but instead “see through” them to a task at hand, for precisely the same reasons that one doesn’t think of one’s fingers while tying shoelaces. The tools are us.
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