Thursday, October 21, 2010

No Idea(')s Original

Do you ever wish that you grew up before the intellectual revolution? I always read books & thoughts that are widely-studied today, & can't help but think "I could've thought of that & written it down on paper."

With that in mind, it follows that being classified a genius isn't always a matter of capability - it's mostly a matter of order. The first one to think of something gets to coin it.

For example, did you know that someone came up with a similar theory about natural selection first? Darwin even read it - he was just the first to get his work published (that, and he an explanation for evolution as a mechanism).

I'm not saying that these geniuses aren't respectable, and I'm sure as hell not calling myself a genius...but sometimes I wonder how my life would've turned out if I was born a couple of centuries ago.

Imagine being in a time where you could come up with stuff, publish it, & call them YOUR ideas. Anyone after that (even if they never heard, read, or were influenced by your work) would be plagiarizing. & even if they weren't blamed for that, their work would hold substantially less merit.

It's only now that I finally understand the saying: "no ideas are original"

Or if you have one that is, you have to go to school for 8 years, become an understudy to someone who has a doctorate, take time off doing research. And only then will your work hold some value.

But at the same time, I can't complain that there's so much knowledge or information available. I suppose it's a love-hate relationship.

But then again, maybe it's a good thing - nowadays, for something to get really does have to be something else. I'm just tired of coming up with ideas & solid arguments, only to figure out someone published it hundreds of years before I even could.

I'm growing weary of having to say "I could've thought of that." If only I was born when slavery existed, women were treated as subordinates to men, humans had no rights, the world was in chaos, and philosophy wasn't so extensively developed.

If only.


- knowledge

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Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Screw You, Weatherpeople

I woke up early today. "It's a good day!", I said to myself as I faced the mirror. I'm Just playing, I don't say shit like that to myself. I'm not a douchebag, lol.

But anyways...I checked the weather channel to see if it was going to rain today. No forecast for rain today, but it says that it might rain tomorrow.

Now, from experience, when they say it might rain tomorrow...they actually mean that it might rain some time tonight. So then I go online & check my trusty radar sites: one in Buffalo, & one in King City

I see some rain clouds coming in from the northwest, but it looks like it's either gonna miss us or will get here tomorrow morning.

Taking cp24's word for it...I decide to wear white shoes (that I haven't worn in 2 months since I cleaned them) & ride my motorcycle.

Then the fucking rain hits. Seriously? What good are weatherpeople? This isn't even the first time that this shit has happened.

I looked online & these guys get paid 50 000 dollars to arbitrarily pull forecasts out of their ass. & I swear they update their forecasts like twice a day. Now, I'm gonna go out on a limb here & assume that at the very least, it' an 8 hour job, or some sort of 9 to 5. You mean to tell me that in those 8 hours, it wasn't possible to update the forecast? It's fucking raining & your forecast still says that it'll be sunny with no clouds. 

Or maybe it's a pride thing - you guys have made a forecast & you don't wanna go back on your word. Something along the lines of "maybe if we don't tell them it's raining, they'll never know that it is".  At the very least, I swear it makes more sense to quietly correct the forecast & when people say "I swear it said 'sunny with no clouds'" you guys can just deny that it ever happened & just tell them they're crazy.

Where the hell do I get a job like this? You guys have one freaking task: to determine what the weather's gonna be like or at the very least, what it will most likely be. Yet you can't even do that.

What's a degree for meterology do for you? Did you guys not actually do any work, linked computers in the  lab & play counter-strike together for 4 years? Or is it a college diploma with 3 years of starcraft?

Shit happens & conditions change - I get it. But what I don't get is how you can have one task, the education to do that task, a whole tv show for that one task, and manage to get that task wrong most of the time.

If you guys are just guessing at the beginning of each day...then try a different variable in your guessing. Let's say that your first instinct's that it's NOT gonna rain - tell people that it's gonna rain. Your previous "methods" clearly haven't been maybe this is a better idea.

I mean, you know you're useless when the average layman is better off guessing what the weather's going to be like. But the last time I said "fuck you, weather people" & decided to predict it on my own...they ended up being right. How the fuck does this shit work?

In lieu of the weather channel, I've decided to hang a rock with this legend outside of my window:


- a frustrated guy with dirty white shoes & a muddy motorcycle

Friday, October 15, 2010

GLAAD, Anderson, & The Dilemma - "Electric Cars Are Gay"
Tl;dr: guy in comedy movie says "electric cars are gay", gay guy gets offended, & tells them to take that scene out.

As chris rock once said: "it's all about context"

Honestly, this guy needs to stop being such a fucking pussy.

Oh noes, someone said something offensive & outlandish in a comedy movie!!!!!11111oneoneone

It's comedy. It's supposed to be funny. That's actually an objectively funny line. I've got nothing against gay people - I even have a couple of them myself. "C'mon, son". Grow the fuck up.

It's a hard life for a gay person (hypothetically speaking, of course *looks around nervously*). If you're not used to getting bashed on by people who can't understand or tolerate gay people...then I'm not sure that there's much hope for you.

Yes, it's gotten better...but homophobia still exists. My advice is for you to stop being such a pansy. I don't cry to the media when they make asian jokes ('cause you know, comedy movies do make jokes from time to time).

Tl;dr? Dear gay guy, stop being such a prissy faggot. And this is coming from someone who has nothing against the LGBT community, appreciates the seriousness of bullying, but can appreciate humour objectively.


- knowledge

Friday, October 1, 2010

Picking A Folder For My "Meaning Of Life"

I was going to pick a folder for my "Meaning Of Life" (Philosophy) course, and I decided to go with black one. After all, life's an unfair, grim thing. 

But then I realized that you gravitate towards what you'd like to then I decided to use a yellow folder - life's great, joyful, and full of pleasure. Unfortunately, I had no yellow folders left.

So I settled for white. Life starts off pure. So do we. We're innocent, carefree, and even optimistic about things. But over time, the folder gets scuffed up. No matter how much you take care of it, it won't be perfect. It won't always be how you want it to be - it's ever-changing.

I guess what matters the most, are the contents of the folder: "the meaning of life," so to speak. Our unfinished works, our failures, our successful works, our evaluated works, and everything about us determines how important that folder is. We fill the pages, and if we're lucky...we make it to the end of the course with the folder still intact (albeit torn up and raggedy).

But then I realized that it's just a folder for some papers. 

I suppose it depends how you look at it. I've been doing lots of existentialist readings, so things could get interesting.


- knowledge

p.s. it's the same (non-b.s. excuse): I have too much to say, and can't decide what. Ideas keep piling in, new arguments keep getting thought of, and pieces just keep adding up. 


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