Kyle extends his congrats to Rob and Jake for grad school admissions. That’s Jakoriffic on both accounts. The more doctors the better on this Godforsaken blog.
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Adapt
Drunken train of thought from a few days ago:
"Be like water making its way through cracks. Do not be assertive, but adjust to the object, and you shall find a way round or through it. If nothing within you stays rigid, outward things will disclose themselves.
Empty your mind, be formless. Shapeless, like water. If you put water into a cup, it becomes the cup. You put water into a bottle and it becomes the bottle. You put it in a teapot it becomes the teapot. Now, water can flow or it can crash. Be water my friend."
Bruce Lee said that. It laid in my head somewhat differently then its existence on the quote websites, but the idea has been phrased by him for me for years. Its always been an interesting debate for me. Water becomes what is around it. Water takes the path of least resistance. Water adapts. But it can also crash like a motherfucker.
Should we?
Tonight, for the first time, I tied this metaphor to the fact that we are 70 or 80% water. Interesting. Just a metaphor still, but it IS in our nature to adapt. We can live in a cubicle and we can live in a jungle. Humans are the most adaptive beings on the planet, we can live anywhere, we can do anything.
But we are also the most self-aware being on this planet. We are able to recognize our deepest goals and how we differ from the other 6 billion humans. Actually this differntiation is one of the deepest goals. We need to believe we are different, we are unique, we should not adapt. Fuck that teapot, I'm better than it, why should I become it.
Personally, I find myself quite adaptive lately. Last night, at a party in Gainesville, watching the Gators play some team, I was a UF fan. Before that, I was obsessed with marketing research. Last weekend, I was really into the University of Michigan, research on preference, and alternatively, scholarly pursuits and doing stupid shit while wearing green. It was fun.
Today I've been myself. And while it may have kept me from swimming in my hotel pool right now with the contents of one of the many sun-dresses I have been surrounded with, it's been right.
There are times to adapt, and evolution has lead us to find ease and solice in this tendency. We must, at the very least, chose what to adapt to. We must face this decision head on, and we must do it alone, because that is the only time when we're only adapting to the rarity of being ourselves.
We should be ourselves, but we become old the day we can no longer adapt.
"Be like water making its way through cracks. Do not be assertive, but adjust to the object, and you shall find a way round or through it. If nothing within you stays rigid, outward things will disclose themselves.
Empty your mind, be formless. Shapeless, like water. If you put water into a cup, it becomes the cup. You put water into a bottle and it becomes the bottle. You put it in a teapot it becomes the teapot. Now, water can flow or it can crash. Be water my friend."
Bruce Lee said that. It laid in my head somewhat differently then its existence on the quote websites, but the idea has been phrased by him for me for years. Its always been an interesting debate for me. Water becomes what is around it. Water takes the path of least resistance. Water adapts. But it can also crash like a motherfucker.
Should we?
Tonight, for the first time, I tied this metaphor to the fact that we are 70 or 80% water. Interesting. Just a metaphor still, but it IS in our nature to adapt. We can live in a cubicle and we can live in a jungle. Humans are the most adaptive beings on the planet, we can live anywhere, we can do anything.
But we are also the most self-aware being on this planet. We are able to recognize our deepest goals and how we differ from the other 6 billion humans. Actually this differntiation is one of the deepest goals. We need to believe we are different, we are unique, we should not adapt. Fuck that teapot, I'm better than it, why should I become it.
Personally, I find myself quite adaptive lately. Last night, at a party in Gainesville, watching the Gators play some team, I was a UF fan. Before that, I was obsessed with marketing research. Last weekend, I was really into the University of Michigan, research on preference, and alternatively, scholarly pursuits and doing stupid shit while wearing green. It was fun.
Today I've been myself. And while it may have kept me from swimming in my hotel pool right now with the contents of one of the many sun-dresses I have been surrounded with, it's been right.
There are times to adapt, and evolution has lead us to find ease and solice in this tendency. We must, at the very least, chose what to adapt to. We must face this decision head on, and we must do it alone, because that is the only time when we're only adapting to the rarity of being ourselves.
We should be ourselves, but we become old the day we can no longer adapt.
Daily Rubb
Semantics:
So then I told the proctologist, you may have a fancy degree, but you don't know the first thing about fingering an ass.
then he reminded me that he was just a homeless guy that I lured into my apartment with promises of beef burritos.
He also had a hook for a hand.
I have bronchitis. There's new snow out and I would like to ski on it but my general weakness and breathing difficulty would take the fun out of it. I wonder if we should do things we don't want to do just because we had previosuly considered them fun. I see the widespread use of viagra as a good example of this, and one that will lead me to skiing tomorrow.
I will be choosing a slightly better program in ann arbor or gainesville over boulder or vancouver for 5 years of grad school, and it will upset me.
I want to change how comments work, so they just pop up instead of opening a new page. i think this is possible.
I'm going to Peru in about a month. Want to come Brant? Machu Picchu beckons.
I just read Hobo, which is another good Matt recommendation, and also Less Than Zero by Brett Easton Ellis. Ellis is great.
uhh
So then I told the proctologist, you may have a fancy degree, but you don't know the first thing about fingering an ass.
then he reminded me that he was just a homeless guy that I lured into my apartment with promises of beef burritos.
He also had a hook for a hand.
I have bronchitis. There's new snow out and I would like to ski on it but my general weakness and breathing difficulty would take the fun out of it. I wonder if we should do things we don't want to do just because we had previosuly considered them fun. I see the widespread use of viagra as a good example of this, and one that will lead me to skiing tomorrow.
I will be choosing a slightly better program in ann arbor or gainesville over boulder or vancouver for 5 years of grad school, and it will upset me.
I want to change how comments work, so they just pop up instead of opening a new page. i think this is possible.
I'm going to Peru in about a month. Want to come Brant? Machu Picchu beckons.
I just read Hobo, which is another good Matt recommendation, and also Less Than Zero by Brett Easton Ellis. Ellis is great.
uhh
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Hello......ello.....llo.....lo.....ooooo..
Excuse my language but where the fuck is everyone on this blog?? Pretty soon we can start calling this the
JAKE and MATT BLOG EXPERIENCE with specials guests Kyle and Dee. Reading my own posts isn't very exciting. So where are you bryan, kate, rob, jeremy, maggie, molly, adam, kerry?? Seeing as how none of these cousins will actually read this I've taken the liberty of replying for them:
Maggie: I'm only allowed to post on Jim Beam's blog.
Kate: Wait, there's a cousin blog?? When did that happen?
Bryan: I don't know how to use the new setup. Gerda, Gerda. Its too complicated for me. Gerda, Gerda, Gerda. I'm too stoned. Gerda, Gerda, Gerda, Gerda, Gerda.
Adam: I fucking hate blogs. People who use computers are losers. You all suck. I have a Canondale Skyscaper Hopper 9000 SE with dual X-Shock Compatibility and overhead rims. Kiss my ass!
Kerry: I'm afraid of the blog.
Jeremy: I pierced all my fingers and can't type anymore.
Rob: My job is too demanding, I have no time. Blogging is impermanent.
Molly: Nobody cares about me. Blogging is so 2006.
JAKE and MATT BLOG EXPERIENCE with specials guests Kyle and Dee. Reading my own posts isn't very exciting. So where are you bryan, kate, rob, jeremy, maggie, molly, adam, kerry?? Seeing as how none of these cousins will actually read this I've taken the liberty of replying for them:
Maggie: I'm only allowed to post on Jim Beam's blog.
Kate: Wait, there's a cousin blog?? When did that happen?
Bryan: I don't know how to use the new setup. Gerda, Gerda. Its too complicated for me. Gerda, Gerda, Gerda. I'm too stoned. Gerda, Gerda, Gerda, Gerda, Gerda.
Adam: I fucking hate blogs. People who use computers are losers. You all suck. I have a Canondale Skyscaper Hopper 9000 SE with dual X-Shock Compatibility and overhead rims. Kiss my ass!
Kerry: I'm afraid of the blog.
Jeremy: I pierced all my fingers and can't type anymore.
Rob: My job is too demanding, I have no time. Blogging is impermanent.
Molly: Nobody cares about me. Blogging is so 2006.
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
poobits
I'm really starting to feel this new blog. I can definitely get the feeling something good is happening here. I agree with Invincible Anus that random, though emotion filled, gibberish is better than mindless picture posting and youtube videos. One can't deny the new technologies and opportunities that they open up, but this blog was built for communication. How many brazilions of websites are there out there with mindless pictures and videos (I'm thinking hardcore porn)?
On another note, I am assuming Crafty Wannabe cannot keep up with the high-fi sci-fi intensive programming codes needed to operate the new blogger. Hence his lack of participation. Even Kyle can do it! Sure everyone knows he is a neuroscience Doogie Howser, but what they don't know is that he has a hard time slingin' his sausage fingers 'round a keyboard
After a year of getting the life sucked out of me, by pharmacy school applications (GREs, PCATs, interviews, essays, etc.) I was finally accepted to Midwestern University (200 of 2000 applicants), the University of Wisconsin (13 out of state students including international were admitted last year), and I have a University of Illinois Chicago interview next Tuesday which I am going to slay babies at. For the interview they mandate a suit and tie...Saweet!
If I'm not bloggin' here I blog here.
On another note, I am assuming Crafty Wannabe cannot keep up with the high-fi sci-fi intensive programming codes needed to operate the new blogger. Hence his lack of participation. Even Kyle can do it! Sure everyone knows he is a neuroscience Doogie Howser, but what they don't know is that he has a hard time slingin' his sausage fingers 'round a keyboard
After a year of getting the life sucked out of me, by pharmacy school applications (GREs, PCATs, interviews, essays, etc.) I was finally accepted to Midwestern University (200 of 2000 applicants), the University of Wisconsin (13 out of state students including international were admitted last year), and I have a University of Illinois Chicago interview next Tuesday which I am going to slay babies at. For the interview they mandate a suit and tie...Saweet!
If I'm not bloggin' here I blog here.
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
When in doubt, castle.
So this is the new blogger, same as the old blogger. Awesome.
I'm here to dispell the rumor(started by some fella named Brant) that babies are blog killers. While babies do diminish ones abilities to: sleep, eat peacefully, have a nice quiet bathroom session, think, go to the bars, get (really) stoned, watch tv, read, have sex, and so on. They aren't blog killers.
Blog killers are certain cuzzins'(who won't be named) lack of participation in said blogging.
Anyway I've noticed that much of my recent or pre-baby blogging has been mindless picture and link posting. So, I decided to put together a thoughtful and possibly pretentious posting of random jibberish(for lack of a better word).
(By the way I want you to know that I did not intend to use so many parenthesis, it just kind of happened. On a interesting side note I've heard semicolons referred to as; transvestite hermaphrodites representing absolutely nothing.)
My first thought is on celebrities, namely Britney Spears, Lindsay Lohan, and Paris Hilton, and anyone else in that mold for that matter. I was going to go on and on about how much I hate them and then I realized: fuck them, I don't fucking care about them or anyone else with similar notoriety. I don't even know them, what the fuck is wrong with me? Without their fame and money they'd be just another hick in the local police blotter. Fuck the media too. Its really amazing how much of a market there is for people that most of america will never meet.
Ok that thought was a little too long. My second thought is that most street performers suck.
And while I'm in the bitching mode: I absolutely despise cellular ear pieces. Hate em. I do love the people that are so important that they leave them in all day regardless of whether they have a phone call or not or on the subway where there isn't any reception. Congrats to them, they are one step closer to being a cyborg.
One thing I've learned from living in New york City which seems to pride itself on non-conformity is that: True individualists do not realize they are unique.
Finally in a effort to not make this post too long winded, I would like to share some recent discoveries of mine.
Book suggestions
Earth Abides by George Stewart--an end of the world tyoe book written in 1949
The Tao of Willie by Willie Nelson--sounds cheesy but its very insightful and entertaining
My Belief by Herman Hesse--big fan of any of his books
The Road by Cormac McCarthy--another apocalyptic type book
A Man Without a Country by Kurt Vonnegut--just an awesome book, can read it in a day
Funniest Piece of Advice
"When in doubt, castle" I've been thinking on this one for a week.
Best Old Definitions
Twerp: A guy who stuck a set of false teeth up his butt and bit the buttons off the backseats of taxicabs.
Snarf: A guy who sniffed the seats of girls' bicycles.
Best Album I've Recently Discovered
Mike Doughty--Haughty Music
Quote
"We are here on earth to fart around. Don't let anyone tell you different."
-Kurt Vonnegut
I'm here to dispell the rumor(started by some fella named Brant) that babies are blog killers. While babies do diminish ones abilities to: sleep, eat peacefully, have a nice quiet bathroom session, think, go to the bars, get (really) stoned, watch tv, read, have sex, and so on. They aren't blog killers.
Blog killers are certain cuzzins'(who won't be named) lack of participation in said blogging.
Anyway I've noticed that much of my recent or pre-baby blogging has been mindless picture and link posting. So, I decided to put together a thoughtful and possibly pretentious posting of random jibberish(for lack of a better word).
(By the way I want you to know that I did not intend to use so many parenthesis, it just kind of happened. On a interesting side note I've heard semicolons referred to as; transvestite hermaphrodites representing absolutely nothing.)
My first thought is on celebrities, namely Britney Spears, Lindsay Lohan, and Paris Hilton, and anyone else in that mold for that matter. I was going to go on and on about how much I hate them and then I realized: fuck them, I don't fucking care about them or anyone else with similar notoriety. I don't even know them, what the fuck is wrong with me? Without their fame and money they'd be just another hick in the local police blotter. Fuck the media too. Its really amazing how much of a market there is for people that most of america will never meet.
Ok that thought was a little too long. My second thought is that most street performers suck.
And while I'm in the bitching mode: I absolutely despise cellular ear pieces. Hate em. I do love the people that are so important that they leave them in all day regardless of whether they have a phone call or not or on the subway where there isn't any reception. Congrats to them, they are one step closer to being a cyborg.
One thing I've learned from living in New york City which seems to pride itself on non-conformity is that: True individualists do not realize they are unique.
Finally in a effort to not make this post too long winded, I would like to share some recent discoveries of mine.
Book suggestions
Earth Abides by George Stewart--an end of the world tyoe book written in 1949
The Tao of Willie by Willie Nelson--sounds cheesy but its very insightful and entertaining
My Belief by Herman Hesse--big fan of any of his books
The Road by Cormac McCarthy--another apocalyptic type book
A Man Without a Country by Kurt Vonnegut--just an awesome book, can read it in a day
Funniest Piece of Advice
"When in doubt, castle" I've been thinking on this one for a week.
Best Old Definitions
Twerp: A guy who stuck a set of false teeth up his butt and bit the buttons off the backseats of taxicabs.
Snarf: A guy who sniffed the seats of girls' bicycles.
Best Album I've Recently Discovered
Mike Doughty--Haughty Music
Quote
"We are here on earth to fart around. Don't let anyone tell you different."
-Kurt Vonnegut
Monday, March 12, 2007
New Blog
So I had to switch the blog over to google/gmail. I'm not sure what that means, but for me, my user name changed from phantastikdan to phantastikdan@yahoo. Basically, you just have to make a new log in name and password. I also assume there will be sparkling new features and a little guy that dances the macarena somewhere in the lower right corner of our computer screens. EVEN WHEN THEY'RE OFF!
Monday, March 05, 2007
dear kyle
Dr. Kyle, I was wondering if you had any input on opportunities in neuropsychopharmacology. What with your background I thought you may have an idea of what type of person typically does work in this field. I am looking into going to pharmacy school and perhaps getting a ph.D as well. The only drugs that would interest me enough to pursue these lofty goals are the ones that are psychologically active. Any information would be appreciated.
Friday, March 02, 2007
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