Be Relevant.

May 27

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Favorite Dragon Ball character:

Flying Nimbus.

nedroidcomics:

Me and My Buddies

May 26

awwnuh:

Naive Thieves at Bottom of the Hill, 04.19.12

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statebicycle:

Have a KILLER Memorial Day weekend. Ride safe, eat lots, and have FUN!

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May 25

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May 24

What a shitty day, he thought. What a shitty day, indeed. His room felt smaller than it should have, the air stiff. As if the day wasn’t enough, problems began to pile on top of him. Others in need, others with concerns, others with trials and tribulations. People are not burlap sacks to fill up with problems, he thought.

Ah, but apparently they are, for more problems came. They came swift and without remorse. He was breathing heavier and heavier still, until he could literally feel himself suffocating. The room was the size of a shoebox now, and he barely escaped before it crushed him. He bolted out the door and headed for the spot.

The spot. The same spot as every time, of course. The only spot where he could possibly think, relax, breathe. As if the world could sense that he was trying to find an aside to it’s troubles, it threw more problems at him as he ran.

As soon as he arrived, a deafening silence. Not a physical silence. A silence undetectable by others. A silence where nobody else existed. The crickets chirped and the cars sped by, but all was silent.

He stopped. Breathed. The problems were still there, but they no longer mattered. He cleared his mind and tended to them. Slowly, they were resolved. He looked up into the sky and waited until his eyes adjusted and he could differentiate between the darkness of the treetops and the black of night. The wind blanketed him in a warm, humid sheet.

He asked his God for peace, turned, and went on his way.

May 23

Music doesn't tangibly Exist

Moby: "Music is so ubiquitous you know. It is such a normal part of our lives but it can do so much. They play is at funerals, they play it at weddings. People play music to have sex, they play music to cry. People play when you're trying to get armies to march into war. And what's amazing about music to me, it doesn't exist. All it is, is air moving a little bit differently. But somehow air moving a little bit differently can make someone weep, it can make someone jump up and down, can make someone move across the country and cut their hair."
Neil Degrasse Tyson: "So what you mean here of course is that there is not a "thing" that you look at and say "that's music". It's a construct of our brain responding to moving air."
Moby: "Most art forms, you can put your hand on them. You can touch a sculpture. Music by definition doesn't exist and it never can exist. Like the moment that air hits your eardrum, it's done. It's gone. For that microsecond it affects you emotionally and the music is gone. We think music exists because you're like "what about CDs and vinyls?". Those are just delivery vehicles. Convenient ways of recording and storing electronic impulses that will move air a little differently.
Neil Degrasse Tyson: "So you're saying that music doesn't exist physically yet has the greatest power over our emotions than anything anyone has ever devised. That's scary. That's scary beautiful. "