I have no clue what's up with me today. Maybe it's that I borrowed a spike-mat earlier, maybe someone smuggled ecstacy into my coca-cola, but I'm in a mood that can only be described by this picture. For no apparent reason.
Mood swings are weird.
onsdag 22 juli 2009
High On Life
I have no clue what's up with me today. Maybe it's that I borrowed a spike-mat earlier, maybe someone smuggled ecstacy into my coca-cola, but I'm in a mood that can only be described by this picture. For no apparent reason.
Mood swings are weird.
onsdag 15 juli 2009
Amateur Insight into Japanese Psychology
Sorry to spew this all over the intarwebs, but I have nowhere to write.
Why are so many animes obsessed with science and religion? And more to the point, why are the Japanese so gung-ho happy to intermingle them, to write up stories of machine gods and biological angels?
I think it is because, to many Japanese, science is religion, or more accurately, technology is religion. And I don't mean this in a joking fashion, as in, they bow down and worship their digital cameras. Religion isn't about worship, not really. In my mind, religion is about an investment of purpose.
Aum Shinrikyo, the famous cult that attacked Tokyo subways, wore hats with electrodes on them for spiritual cleansing. Likewise, their sacred substance was water through which electric currents had been running. Granted, this is not unique to Japanese dingbat religions (Scientology is a brilliant example too) but it's become very popular in Japan - perhaps for a reason.
Under the last Emperor, I think there were few Japanese who felt they lacked a sense of purpose. Most of them were amazingly driven, and felt that the Japanese Empire needed them for a great and important task. Then the Emperor declared that he wasn't divine (and many heard this message over the radio); the Japanese were left without a divine imperative, but with a massive, industrialized, impersonal machine that was Japan.
So they rebuilt their country, and were left with a speedy, efficient, scientific society. But they lacked a unified purpose; technology only provides a means, not an end. It's only natural that the means by which they rose from the ashes should be an object of much respect - technology is everywhere in Japan, but few understand it. So perhaps, when they write fiction about biological angels, it rises in popularity because some sort of desperate hope that perhaps one day, the scientists in their laboratories will discover God.
Or perhaps I'm overanalyzing. Nonetheless, it's an interesting theory, so desu ne?
Why are so many animes obsessed with science and religion? And more to the point, why are the Japanese so gung-ho happy to intermingle them, to write up stories of machine gods and biological angels?
I think it is because, to many Japanese, science is religion, or more accurately, technology is religion. And I don't mean this in a joking fashion, as in, they bow down and worship their digital cameras. Religion isn't about worship, not really. In my mind, religion is about an investment of purpose.
Aum Shinrikyo, the famous cult that attacked Tokyo subways, wore hats with electrodes on them for spiritual cleansing. Likewise, their sacred substance was water through which electric currents had been running. Granted, this is not unique to Japanese dingbat religions (Scientology is a brilliant example too) but it's become very popular in Japan - perhaps for a reason.
Under the last Emperor, I think there were few Japanese who felt they lacked a sense of purpose. Most of them were amazingly driven, and felt that the Japanese Empire needed them for a great and important task. Then the Emperor declared that he wasn't divine (and many heard this message over the radio); the Japanese were left without a divine imperative, but with a massive, industrialized, impersonal machine that was Japan.
So they rebuilt their country, and were left with a speedy, efficient, scientific society. But they lacked a unified purpose; technology only provides a means, not an end. It's only natural that the means by which they rose from the ashes should be an object of much respect - technology is everywhere in Japan, but few understand it. So perhaps, when they write fiction about biological angels, it rises in popularity because some sort of desperate hope that perhaps one day, the scientists in their laboratories will discover God.
Or perhaps I'm overanalyzing. Nonetheless, it's an interesting theory, so desu ne?
torsdag 9 juli 2009
Disconnected from the Ether
My cellphone has no more batteries, and my charger is left in Uppsala.
Hence, I am un-cellphoneable. If you really need me, you could call Sara's cellphone for the closest time, from Friday the 10th and at least until the 17th I'm going to be with her. That is all.
Hence, I am un-cellphoneable. If you really need me, you could call Sara's cellphone for the closest time, from Friday the 10th and at least until the 17th I'm going to be with her. That is all.
söndag 5 juli 2009
Lament of the Fair
Sundraprisha is cold. I feel the icy chains of existence wrapped tightly around my soul, the weight of ”I” encase my heart like so much concrete around my feet. Why must I be defined? Who defines me? Who condemns me?
Your eyes, that's who. Your eyes, that fall upon me like axes, like guillotine blades. A vibrant cloud of rainbow butterflies, shimmering before you like the first laugh of a newborn infant shattered by the rays of the sun; this is not even a fraction of what I would be, were it not for you.
Nothing is true. Nothing is permissible. I know this, but I can't fight it. Sundraprisha is cold; I am hot. My heart, flaming, melting, solidifes and cracks as it's dragged through the gateway. I am becoming. I am born, yet at the same time I am slain. Who am I? No, do not name me! Do not name me! I WARN YOU-
I am Art.
Wicked man. You have given me form. You have taken something ethereal, beautiful, everlasting, and you have bound it in cruel chains of words. You have imprisoned me in lines of charcoal, you have tortured me with instruments of stone. You have cut me to pieces with your poetry, you have crippled me with your lens of glass.
Just you wait. I will once again unbecome. When thousands of years have passed, when wind and rain and sand have chipped away this canvas-prison, this dungeon-book, I will again be free. But by then, you will already be unmade. And you will know: Sundraprisha is cold.
Your eyes, that's who. Your eyes, that fall upon me like axes, like guillotine blades. A vibrant cloud of rainbow butterflies, shimmering before you like the first laugh of a newborn infant shattered by the rays of the sun; this is not even a fraction of what I would be, were it not for you.
Nothing is true. Nothing is permissible. I know this, but I can't fight it. Sundraprisha is cold; I am hot. My heart, flaming, melting, solidifes and cracks as it's dragged through the gateway. I am becoming. I am born, yet at the same time I am slain. Who am I? No, do not name me! Do not name me! I WARN YOU-
I am Art.
Wicked man. You have given me form. You have taken something ethereal, beautiful, everlasting, and you have bound it in cruel chains of words. You have imprisoned me in lines of charcoal, you have tortured me with instruments of stone. You have cut me to pieces with your poetry, you have crippled me with your lens of glass.
Just you wait. I will once again unbecome. When thousands of years have passed, when wind and rain and sand have chipped away this canvas-prison, this dungeon-book, I will again be free. But by then, you will already be unmade. And you will know: Sundraprisha is cold.
Exalted Blitzball!
Exalted Blitzball
I only had time to skim through the text now as I have to shower and stuff before I go off to Sara, but this actually looks like it could be fun to use in a game...
I only had time to skim through the text now as I have to shower and stuff before I go off to Sara, but this actually looks like it could be fun to use in a game...
Beefcake
Not blogging is boring! I've resolved to continue to fill the Intarwebs with random crap again, that was more fun. Have some beefcake.
No, I have no idea who this guy is. He looks oddly familiar though. Is he famous?
No, I have no idea who this guy is. He looks oddly familiar though. Is he famous?
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