Wednesday, March 16, 2011
The Most Extraordinary Ordinary
Water. A thing we see everyday in our life. Ice. Another thing we see everyday... well almost everyday. But have you ever thought about how strange ice are water are? I mean ice is the only thing that floats in its solid form. Like butter sinks in melted butter and like copper would sink in liquid copper. Ice, it floats! I know it has something to do with water's structure, but i just don't understand it. I mean when water becomes ice, the density changes from about one to 0.92. I think it has something to do with the water expanding when it freezes, but I'm not sure. Any thoughts?
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
The Dreamer
"How is it, when we dream we do all three the same time? We write, direct, and watch the film as if we've never seen it before."
So, I was watching this hour long podcast and second half of it just made me realize like... i don't know. It was the story of a dreamer. A dreamer having a extremely interesting dream. And although radiolab can tell this story much better, I'll summarize it for you people who don't have the time (you can listen to it at http://www.radiolab.org/2007/may/07/ and can just skip to the second half which is right after 30 minutes):
A young man, the dreamer, had traveled a lot to get away from his evil father came back to realize his father had married a new wife. Neither wanted to talk to each other, but they agreed to meet on a sandy beach. They got in an argument and the dreamer killed his father in the fight. He then went home to live with a different person. No one suspected that the dreamer had killed his father. One day he saw the person he was living with go to the train station, so he followed her. The girl went to the very place the dreamer killed his father and looked for evidence.The dreamer ducked behind a bush and saw her pick up a vital piece of evidence. It might have been from shock or from something else, but she sliped and was yelling for someone to save her. Without thinking, the dreamer saved her and they stood face the face with the evidence in between them. A few days later, while the girl was out, the dreamer looked around for that piece of evidence. When he finally found the evidence, all he could this of was ,"If she had such a important piece of evidence, why hasn't she used it yet. Then, with the dreamer still holding the evidence, the girl walked back into her room. There they stood again eye to eye with the piece of evidence between them. Soon after the dreamer heard talking in the girl's room.
"What happened? A robbery!"
"No, I'm quite ashamed actually, I thought I lost something."
The very next morning the dreamer asked the girl why she was keeping the evidence when she knew everything. The girl threw her hands up and exclaimed, "Do you not understand? I love you." And then the dreamer woke up.
I don't think my dreams have ever been so ... good, but this was the dream of a real person. The strange thing is that while we are dreaming our minds are making this story, directing it, and watching it like we hadn't ever seen it before. Now, how does that work?
So, I was watching this hour long podcast and second half of it just made me realize like... i don't know. It was the story of a dreamer. A dreamer having a extremely interesting dream. And although radiolab can tell this story much better, I'll summarize it for you people who don't have the time (you can listen to it at http://www.radiolab.org/2007/may/07/ and can just skip to the second half which is right after 30 minutes):
A young man, the dreamer, had traveled a lot to get away from his evil father came back to realize his father had married a new wife. Neither wanted to talk to each other, but they agreed to meet on a sandy beach. They got in an argument and the dreamer killed his father in the fight. He then went home to live with a different person. No one suspected that the dreamer had killed his father. One day he saw the person he was living with go to the train station, so he followed her. The girl went to the very place the dreamer killed his father and looked for evidence.The dreamer ducked behind a bush and saw her pick up a vital piece of evidence. It might have been from shock or from something else, but she sliped and was yelling for someone to save her. Without thinking, the dreamer saved her and they stood face the face with the evidence in between them. A few days later, while the girl was out, the dreamer looked around for that piece of evidence. When he finally found the evidence, all he could this of was ,"If she had such a important piece of evidence, why hasn't she used it yet. Then, with the dreamer still holding the evidence, the girl walked back into her room. There they stood again eye to eye with the piece of evidence between them. Soon after the dreamer heard talking in the girl's room.
"What happened? A robbery!"
"No, I'm quite ashamed actually, I thought I lost something."
The very next morning the dreamer asked the girl why she was keeping the evidence when she knew everything. The girl threw her hands up and exclaimed, "Do you not understand? I love you." And then the dreamer woke up.
I don't think my dreams have ever been so ... good, but this was the dream of a real person. The strange thing is that while we are dreaming our minds are making this story, directing it, and watching it like we hadn't ever seen it before. Now, how does that work?
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Painting Perfect
Today, at about 5 I noticed the sky. It was a grayish blue. Then I noticed the setting sun reflecting on some clouds. I was like,"wow, look at that!" Then I looked down just a little bit and the sky was a peachy pink color. Oh, and the transition between the two colors... they looked as natural as a light blue going into a blue, instead of a pink into a blue. There were no colors in between, it was just grayish blue then peachy pink. I looked down more and saw trees. Black trees. The darkest green you could ever get without it being black. Then a house, also black. See it? See the real painting? Then I though, "a painting like this happens every day,or even multiple times a day, but how many people actually look at it, and see it as it actually is?"
Monday, October 18, 2010
Grapefruit?
Why is grapefruit called grapefruit? I mean grapefruit isn't the size of a grape, it doesn't look like a grape, and it taste nothing like a grape. Oh, english language, why do you have to be so confusing.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Natually Sparkly
I never knew that in Nature there would be things like a Monarch's chrysalis. I was just looking at one and was shocked to see that there were small sparkles on the outside. As I looked at more, all of the chrysalises had sparkles on them.A light green cocoon with sparkles on it. It was beautiful. I was yet again amazed by the things Mother Nature has in store for us if we just take the time to look and observe.
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Another Child Prodigy
Mark Yu, he is such a cute and awsome pianist. I love him. Just go on youtube.
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Anyone really CAN make MUSIC
Really, I'm not kidding. Everybody can make music on this website:
http://www.inudge.net/index.en.html
I know it sounds like I am advertising for it, but you don't need to buy anything, I promise... or at least I didn't. But, really, on that website, anything you put would probably sound good. Once I put a smiley face, star, heart, and a peace sign and it STILL sounded good. Just try it and see for yourself.
http://www.inudge.net/index.en.html
I know it sounds like I am advertising for it, but you don't need to buy anything, I promise... or at least I didn't. But, really, on that website, anything you put would probably sound good. Once I put a smiley face, star, heart, and a peace sign and it STILL sounded good. Just try it and see for yourself.
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