seeing as i have a flight tomorrow to Nicaragua!!
yes, valentine’s day is a hallmark holiday, and yes it seems silly and unnecessary and you should love everyone every day, but i do love it because i love making beautiful cards.
if you made a slide show with pictures of the faces of every single person who died in the holocaust, and you decided to look into the eyes of each individual victim for five seconds each, it would take 1 year, 271 days, 13 hours, 46 minutes, and 40 seconds (without stopping, that is).
let me break it down for you: roughly 11 million people died in the holocaust. so five seconds per person, that’s 55 million seconds, divided by 60 seconds to a minute, divide by 60 minutes to an hour; thats 15277 hours and 48 minutes. divided by 24 hours in a day, divide by 365 days in a year equals 1 year, 271 days, 13 hours, 46 minutes, and 40 seconds.
(calculations courtesy to my TI-89)
i’m a math person, this is how my brain works. it seems it helps for me to visualize destruction and devastation in a quantitative, rather than a qualitative, manner.
i learned that kamikaze pilots were often symbolized by cherry blossoms, with their young deaths equated to the falling flowers.
this disturbed me. diving your plane through the sky so that you may end your life and the lives of hundreds of other ‘enemies’ in no way resembles a beautiful flower falling from a tree. the cherry blossom falls when its life is naturally over. the seeds will spread, possibly germinate, and maybe grow into a new tree. the kamikazes kill. they end life, where as cherry blossoms are the epitome of fertility.
it sickens me that the truth of the kamikazes— death, that is— was masked by a euphemistic comparison to a cherry blossom. does embodying a flower make your death seem more justified, your murder more moral?
Hazel Grace (The Fault in our Stars, by John Green)
aka all of my thoughts about everything right now.
the word is, like, really pretty.
just go look.
it’s a really good week if i manage to brush my teeth fourteen times.
i’m so confused
and maybe sad
but mostly i’m just like i hate everyone.
so all i can do is read. and i just keep reading, more and more, because these authors create these stories where no it’s not always beautiful, and no it’s rarely ever fair, and no it’s not necessarily happy, but at least it makes sense, even if not in the way you want it to.
i have heard many hilarious answers, so here are some of my favorites:
- It’s about 5 or 6, isn’t it? Whatever the quorum is for the church board meeting. Well, plus, of course a couple of members of the Building and Grounds committee to actually get the ladder and DO it — and of course the chair and vice-chair of the committee to supervise - oh, they can’t come Saturday? Well, how about Sunday just before the service? Oh, the choir’s rehearsing? Oh God! No, I’m not praying! It’s just an expression!
- Two - one to change the bulb, the other to make sure that the power doesn’t go to her head.
- Nine. Three to form the committee “For” change; three to form the committee “Against” change; two to abstain; and someone to make coffee.
- We choose not to make a statement either in favor of or against the light bulb. However, if you have found in your own journey that light bulbs work for you, that is fine. You are invited to write a poem or compose a modern dance about your personal relationship with your light bulb and present it next month at our annual light bulb Sunday service in which we will explore a number of light bulb traditions, including incandescent, fluorescent, three- way, long-life, and tinted, all of which are equally valid paths to luminescence.
- (and my personal favorite) NONE! We don’t screw in light bulbs. We screw in sleeping bags.
i just showered, cleaned my room for an hour, made myself dinner, started packing for nicaragua, and i’m about to do my homework.
the club can’t even handle me right now
i just don’t do homework anymore
it’s so bad
MOTIVATION Y U NO EXIST