2009년 8월 13일 목요일

The request

You can initiate something by writing about what is in your consciousness..
As for me, I don't know what to talk about. And I don't want to sound like a dick at a collective blog. I feel that dicking around is enough within my blog..
What's in your mind ms. ddalgijoa? That would be very interesting. You can initiate by uploading your story

2009년 6월 23일 화요일

the answer

It seems that we have an answer to the question that led us to create this experiemental blog.

What happens when we come together to create a 'collective stream of consciousness'?

It dies!
Or, it was nonexistent to begin with.


Hey guys, it's been more than three months since anyone has written in this blog.
Does anyone even visit this blog anymore?
Blogging was the 'in' thing over last winter and then you guys dropped it since March.

Come on guys, I want to know what you're up to and what's afloat in your streams of consciousness.
Let's keep this blog alive.

2009년 3월 3일 화요일

Sense of direction

What is right?
What is wrong?

Is what most people think of as right, the actual right thing for everyone?

Isn't it every individual actor who comprehends his/her situation the most,
and knows what is right and wrong for himself or herself in a certain situation?

Isn't it that one has no right to judge someone else's action as right or wrong since one cannot know what influence another has received or is receiving?

Or is a certain action condemnable regardless of the causes leading to it?

Whatever the causes are that led to a certain result, they are the causes that led to that result,
so can it not be said that those causes can be labeled good or bad depending on the nature of the result?

Or is that also untrue since a result is never just a result, since results become causes of other results, continuing on until the end of time...

The fortunate incident becomes the cause of a harmful accident which becomes the trigger for the happening of a beneficial event and so on; as in the tale of the old man's horse who ran away and came back with another horse and the old man's son fell off the new horse, wounded his leg and was spared from military service?

But who knows where we are going?

2009년 2월 24일 화요일

3.The Surfer

Being born an idealist of idealists,
he has eventually come to accept things about human beings that are not so pleasant to face.

That humans are sometimes made slaves to money,
that people are essentially selfish, even in their most unselfish moments,
that love does not often last as you would have wanted it to,
and that life is frequently more of suffering than pleasure.
That even in the best governed of nations, freedom and equality are but words quoted in books and politicians' speeches for many a poor man.
That people will judge based on things as superficial as color of skin or the packaging of a box.

He accepts this will not actually change, as the waves of the ocean will not suddenly change.
He does not seek to fight the waves of the ocean.

He seeks to know how to ride the waves of the ocean,
that he may be less torn apart and less fatigued from them,
and perhaps have them take him to where he chooses to be.

Only when one knows the waves well can one deal with them...
He has understood after struggling in his youth, that ideals should be based on the real world, a realistic understanding of the nature of actors, that they may not fail as those of Marx or Smith...as their innate limits as human minds, no matter how great, led them to not see things as they are, but as they wished to.

As obvious as it may seem, many have failed to realize the following:
One must see things as they are so that he or she may deal with them accordingly.

2009년 2월 23일 월요일

2. the bad guy

The man believes that a relationship is "right" when the guy loves the girl more. However, he also believes that it may be more exciting if the love of the girl outweighs that of the guy. But ultimately, he can never really understand women. One of his ex- once called him an immature dickhead. Sadly though, he hasn't fully realized the true meaning of the insult.

The man constantly seeks his space. The animal needs room to roam about freely. He currently feels that his girl may be too co-dependent. The man is not that deeply into her so as to be crazy about her. He is very conscious of the circumstances of the relationship as he has gone through the experience of crazy love in his early teenage years. He is careful in expressing his emotions by using the exact term "love", but he knows well that he would not date anyone other than the one girl he is seeing. He would go to great extent, even sacrificing himself if necessary, to care for the girl's feelings; but not when such emotions are explicitly requested from him.

K got his call. "Yo, mon come on over and let's play a game of pingpong. I'm gonna kill you." Oh yeah? was his reply. Sweating over a game enabled him to forget about the sweating relationship and many other complicating matters of life which is why he got on a cab, and not on a subway, to get to the court fast.

K was well dressed even for a match of ping pong. The two men smile as they greet each other with a high five. They are easily immersed in a fierce match. Their match gets dirty with twisted serves and crazy smashes. "So how's it going?" asks H, as he checks the ball back to K. "How's WHAT going? My invincible smashes?!" K replies with a sense of insanity. Haha. The two men always enjoy stupid jokes. "No, you know, with your relationship and everything." "Ah, that's going fine."

Actually, K is quite a unique guy. To H, K lives with a sense of conviction in all matters related to love. K has deep faith in human beings and lives the life of a pure-hearted, courages romantist. For that, he has the respect of H. They enjoy a casual conversation over a game of pingpong in English so that it isn't disclosed to people around them. And the talk naturally leads to subjects related to sex. But that doesn't stop H from sending a smash to the left hand corner of his opponents court. "Yeah!" the man shouts the thrill of joy. For the moment he has refreshed himself from the conversation he had with the woman.