Lackadaisical Abomination

I find myself entering a pattern where I only feel inspiration around the time of Tamtams. Maybe it’s because the people and events of the Sunday afternoons evoke my purest out-of-the-box thinking.

 

 

For example, today I learned about slacklining. Enthusiasts set up lines throughout the base of Mont Royal that attached from one tree to another. While I was struggling to put one foot in front of the other, even with a spotter, I was utterly amazed by the extremely well-balanced crew that set up the lines. Some were jumping on the lines, some were dancing, some were sitting, some were doing yoga, some were stretching…I am puzzled at how this is possible, and it is a goal of mine to figure it out.

 

 

I’ll let you know how that goes.

I also got a brief juggling lesson from a group of jugglers in the park. I sucked, so I’ll be working on that as well.

 

After we saw the slackliners, my friend Alec and I ventured into the woods. While there, we spent time jumping from stone to stone down a creek, trying to avoid muddy failure, and bouncing on fallen trees. We also picked up burs, followed strangers, and attempted to stick it to their clothing without them noticing. We were successful 4/4 times, luckily. We hiked on rocky gorges and ran down the side of a steep ridge, sliding on rocks and jumping over branches as we went, not even thinking about potential mishap. Our feet flew and our perception was well coordinated with the fast moving obstacle course. I collected forest flowers.

 

 

I had fun arranging these blossoms today in my wine glass.

One time I spent an entire afternoon arranging flowers at a small flower shop. I got paid, but I would’ve probably done it anyway. It was aesthetically pleasing to make bouquets because they are both beautiful and fragrant. My grandma knew the couple that ran the shop, and they incessantly believed that they wouldn’t talk to her if “she weren’t such an outspoken liberal”.  I’m thinking about being a Flower Ranger for Halloween.

 

 

 

 

 

 

This video further illustrates what I wrote about in May’s “Out of the Blue” post, where artists will create illusion art using mirrors and lights.

 

Pretty sweet, eh?

 

 

 

 

 

 

Oh no! I’m becoming one of them.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Which isn’t that bad, considering where our good pal Deadmau5 is from. 

 

 

 

 

Yep, this mouse is crazy.

 

 

 

 

There are a few more differences between America and Canada, most notably

-they do not use the freshman, sophomore, junior, senior system. They simply call it grades 9-12, like every other grade. It’s pretty sensible, actually.

-they use celcius. I am so confused about what temperature it is here, I couldn’t even begin to estimate. They say it’s like 13 degrees while I’m wearing a t-shirt.

-they call the letter Z “zed”. So if you were to spell zonk out loud, you would say “zed, o, n, k”.

-they’ve never heard of Mexican landscapers.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Back in my post A Cosmic Laugh, I described a perplexing idea-

“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.”

- and I realized in my last philosophy lecture that this is exactly Plato’s theory of recollection-

“Plato's theory which postulates that all knowledge that has ever been known and will ever be known is already preexistent in your memory; thus time is an illusion, merely the unfolding process of remembering everything. Such a recollection is known as anamnesia. This theory would explain both deja vu and synchronicity.”

(http://everything2.com/title/Plato%2527s+Theory+of+Recollection)

It is ironic that I had figured this theory out before it was even taught to me. That legitimately proves that he was right, for all knowledge lies within, and all humans possess everything they need to know innately.

… I recollected his theory of recollection!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Here are Rare Portraits of Americas Endangered Species, a brilliant collection of high-quality photos taken of animals. Definitely worth your time if you enjoy things along the lines of Planet Earth.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So anyway, I got distracted. The main goal of this post was to make Tamtams an eternal memory.

I got a new hair wrap, as I said I would last time. The man who gave it to me was a Spanish speaker from Cuzco, Peru. Beats me why he was in Montreal, but he says he enjoys spiritual cleansing and dancing the Salsa. We talked in Spanish the entire time he was working on it, and he thought I was a pretty good speaker. I always love using my Spanish skills in real life (because the classroom is not real life), seeing as it is my ultimate goal to become fluent in it.

Another goal of mine is to make Mocha coffee using my single cup coffee maker. I will need:

1/3 cup of cocoa

2 cups of milk

1/2 teaspoon of vanilla extract

1/2 cup of whip cream

and a dash of cinnamon.

One must simmer all ingredients in a saucepan then pour it over coffee. Considering the resources and budget I have in college, this may even be a more difficult task than becoming fluent in Spanish.

 

 

 

Regardless, today is the only day I will ever have two wraps! They look cool together, but the first one is getting a little ragged.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As I was walking back from Tamtams through the forest, I encountered a man who I thought looked like Einstein. I told him that, and with a French accent he replied that he thought Einstein was an innovative, out of this world thinker. From there, we discussed my idea about lunatics (http://katyscanvas.blogspot.com/2010/07/blissful-counterstroke.html), and how they perpetuate society to discover new things and advance infinitely from there. He agreed with me absolutely, thought I was a “genius little lady”, and we said good afternoon. His name was Albert.

 

 

 

 

"Gravitation is not responsible for people falling in love."

 

"I never think of the future. It comes soon enough."

 

"Any intelligent fool can make things bigger, more complex, and more violent. It takes a touch of genius -- and a lot of courage -- to move in the opposite direction."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 I’ll do whatever I please,

I’d even paint with blue.

I’d climb up in the trees,

and bring with me your shoe.