Friday, March 27, 2009

Idea Box

let these dreams die inside me
These dreams never die
looking back on memories
like a conversation with yourself
No one has to know
Denial was what I chose.



The idea of destiny is slipping by. The idea of being responsible for one's decisions emerges.

I gave up complaining for lent.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

life goals.

Someone asked me my list of life goals. I was embarrassed I couldn't think of any, but here's a growing list.
-read all the classic greek philosophers cover to cover.
-meet more soul mates
-act in an indie film
-play in front of a live audience
-play a team sport
-develop my cooking and drink making
-not worry about money
-improve the lives of people around me
-live in Japan
-develop a style
-save the world
-die without vices, and without fuss

Sunday, March 22, 2009

chicken

One of the few times I've questioned my father's correctness. He said "chicken marsala" was an Italian dish, and I believed it was Indian, mistaken for "masala" curry. I thought he actually made a mistake for once.

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Monday, February 16, 2009

a few of my favorite (tangible) things

an undamaged lemon
scathed mushrooms
kites over a field of green grass
streetlamps on the midnight highway
large turtles
lazy fish
red glasses
fresh tomatoes
olive oil
ceremonial knives
parking garages
canoes
the Smart car
cocoa butter
foreign cigarettes
exotic beverages
tea containers
transparent sheets of fabric
tweed coats
plaid
bright paints
crybaby faces
traditional old men
white beards
anime comic books
orangina
blue clothes
flimsy stationary
calico cats
clean teeth
alternating stripes
sea urchins
bicycles

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Origins of Life

In celebration of Darwin's birthday this past week, I've will dedicate this topic to the relationship between evolution and intelligent creation. The main argument separating these two theories is that all species have been proven to evolve, as opposed to being created by an intelligent being individually, and being plopped onto this earth. However, does anyone find it peculiar that the genetic makeup of all species is perfectly suited for evolution? Why did the common ancestor of all life have a genetic code composed of nucleic acids which was used to pass information onto the next generation. This method seems almost too perfect, then again, perhaps it was perfected by eons of natural selection. Still, the genetic makeup of the simplest species and the most complex are undeniably related in a very close fashion.

How would life have been different if heredity was determined by proteins? Central dogma states that DNA is transcribed to RNA, which is translated to amino acids, which eventually go on to form proteins. Scientists once believed that proteins were the code of life, which logically makes sense because all of life is made from proteins, which originate from combinations from a mere 20 or so amino acids. If the code of life comprised of proteins, however, there would be no conceivable way to transfer genetic information onto the next generation. In comes DNA. To think that the environment's affects on one little process has created so much speciation is uncanny. Yet all life is bound together by this code. Life is all we know, but what if there is something else out there? Something that doesn't necessarily adhere to central dogma.

Friday, February 6, 2009

Nervousness

The sympathetic nervous system reacts to situations of threat with sweating and an unsure feeling of possible harm. For me, I never got nervous taking a test, because I have always done well at these things. But it's a different story when interacting with new people. You know, they say when it comes to dating, don't do this and that, but above all, do not act nervous. Why? It can be assumed people get nervous when they are doing something they have had bad experiences with before. This brings to mind the whole causation argument. People don't have bad experiences because they are nervous, but are nervous because they have had bad experiences. The nervousness is a tell, an instant signal that there is something wrong with this person's past, and you should run away, as far away as possible. Take it for what it's worth.