I believe it's an extract from the dreamreader time at the library.
As a dreamwriter, I find dreamreading and dreamlistening to be such a selfless act. Of course when it is sincerely performed. It's such a selfless act.
Showing posts with label hard-boiled wonderland and the end of the world. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hard-boiled wonderland and the end of the world. Show all posts
10/1/13
Dreamwriting vs Dreamreading
I believe it's an extract from the dreamreader time at the library.
As a dreamwriter, I find dreamreading and dreamlistening to be such a selfless act. Of course when it is sincerely performed. It's such a selfless act.
9/5/13
A Hard-boiled Wonderland
I saw a chubby girl dressed in pink today after coming back from the gym.
I think I need to read Hard-boiled Wonderland and the End of the World again.
Although I'm starting to think of reversing to audible books to make something out of the two hours commute to and back from work: I get dizzy reading manga on my iPAD in the bus.
I think I need to read Hard-boiled Wonderland and the End of the World again.
Although I'm starting to think of reversing to audible books to make something out of the two hours commute to and back from work: I get dizzy reading manga on my iPAD in the bus.
2/24/13
Bob Dylan
I'm Not There on rewatch today:
I absolutely adore that Haruki is a fan as well, to the extent of mentioning him in his books.
besides, he gives an accurate perspective about one of the singer's aspects.
I can tell Bob Dylan in an instant," she said … "I really like his voice. It’s like a kid standing at the window watching the rain.
I absolutely adore that Haruki is a fan as well, to the extent of mentioning him in his books.
besides, he gives an accurate perspective about one of the singer's aspects.
I can tell Bob Dylan in an instant," she said … "I really like his voice. It’s like a kid standing at the window watching the rain.
Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World
1/9/13
MU-RAAA-KA-MIIII
I don't have any space, ANY SPACE, to put my Murakami collection!!!!
I GOT RID OF ALL MY CLOTHES EXCEPT THE COAT AND THE SUIT. I LET ALL MY MUGS GIFTS AND MY CONTROLLERS AND MY DVDS AND I LEFT THE YOGA MATTRESS I BOUGHT AND BASICALLY ALL THE TECH DEVICES I BOUGHT FOR MYSELF.
Still no room!
My Murakamis! I CANT believe I can't take them with me! I CANT BELIEVE IT!
Koroonful, deep breaths, remember Durden's speech, fight club on, it's ok, Morocco will eventually give in epay, you will buy it all once you get a decent job, and there is a spare book of Hard-boiled Wonderland and the End of the World back in Morocc.
So please calm down, fight club mindset on and swim it away if necessary.
It's okay now, it'so kay ;____;
I'm NOT crying è_______é.
I GOT RID OF ALL MY CLOTHES EXCEPT THE COAT AND THE SUIT. I LET ALL MY MUGS GIFTS AND MY CONTROLLERS AND MY DVDS AND I LEFT THE YOGA MATTRESS I BOUGHT AND BASICALLY ALL THE TECH DEVICES I BOUGHT FOR MYSELF.
Still no room!
My Murakamis! I CANT believe I can't take them with me! I CANT BELIEVE IT!
Koroonful, deep breaths, remember Durden's speech, fight club on, it's ok, Morocco will eventually give in epay, you will buy it all once you get a decent job, and there is a spare book of Hard-boiled Wonderland and the End of the World back in Morocc.
So please calm down, fight club mindset on and swim it away if necessary.
It's okay now, it'so kay ;____;
I'm NOT crying è_______é.
9/30/12
I had a unicorn skull in my hands...
...Quotes from my favorite Murakami:
Deep rivers run quiet.
Open your eyes, train your ears, use your head. If a mind you have, then use it while you can.
Open your eyes, train your ears, use your head. If a mind you have, then use it while you can.
But like a boat with a twisted rudder, I kept coming back to the same place. I wasn’t going anywhere. I was myself, waiting on the shore for me to return.
…my head swimming with abstract shapes. Do I occupy the body of another? Everything is so ponderously heavy, so vague.
The absence of fighting or hatred or desire also means the opposites do not exist either. No joy, no communion, no love. Only where there is disillusionment and depression and sorrow does happiness arise; without the despair of loss, there is no hope.
Kindness and a caring mind are two separate qualities. Kindness is manners. It is superficial custom, an acquired practice. Not so the mind. The mind is deeper, stronger and, I believe, it is far more inconstant.
I like the moments of darkness before dawn… Probably because it’s a clean slate. Clean and unused.
I wasn’t particularly afraid of death itself. As Shakespeare said, die this year and you don’t have to die the next.
Deep rivers run quiet.
Open your eyes, train your ears, use your head. If a mind you have, then use it while you can.
Open your eyes, train your ears, use your head. If a mind you have, then use it while you can.
But like a boat with a twisted rudder, I kept coming back to the same place. I wasn’t going anywhere. I was myself, waiting on the shore for me to return.
…my head swimming with abstract shapes. Do I occupy the body of another? Everything is so ponderously heavy, so vague.
The absence of fighting or hatred or desire also means the opposites do not exist either. No joy, no communion, no love. Only where there is disillusionment and depression and sorrow does happiness arise; without the despair of loss, there is no hope.
Kindness and a caring mind are two separate qualities. Kindness is manners. It is superficial custom, an acquired practice. Not so the mind. The mind is deeper, stronger and, I believe, it is far more inconstant.
I like the moments of darkness before dawn… Probably because it’s a clean slate. Clean and unused.
I wasn’t particularly afraid of death itself. As Shakespeare said, die this year and you don’t have to die the next.
----Hard-boiled Wonderland and the End of the World
5/6/12
Haruki Murakami is a genius writer.
One of the few books I brought along to Tangier during my internship period:
Thank you S. for bringing it along with you. You helped a critter go further in its addiction. My selves are all grateful.
Haruki Murakami is a pulp fiction genius writer and I promised myself I will only write one sentence about his awesomeness, because I wrote a whole essay describing the reason how I feel this awesome author is awesome and found it so disgusting in its lack of reflecting the awesomeness of the guy that I decided to go for just one sentence instead, and an extract.
“The encyclopedia wand?” I was evolving into an echo.
“The encyclopedia wand’s a theoretical puzzle, like Zeno’s paradox. The idea is t’engrave the entire encyclopedia onto a single toothpick. Know how you do it?”
“You tell me.”
“You take your information, your encyclopedia text, and you transpose it into numerics. You assign everything a two-digit number, periods and commas included. 00 is a blank, A is 01, B is 02, and so on. Then after you’ve lined them all up, you put a decimal point before the whole lot. So now you’ve got a very long sub-decimal fraction. 0.173000631… Next, you engrave a mark at exactly that point along the toothpick. If 0.50000’s your exact middle on the toothpick, then 0.3333’s got t’be a third of the way from the tip. You follow?”
“Sure.”
“That’s how you can fit data of any length in a single point on a toothpick. Only theoretically, of course. No existin’ technology can actually engrave so fine a point. But this should give you a perspective on what tautologies are like. Say time’s the length of your toothpick. The amount of information you can pack into it doesn’t have anything t’do with the length. Make the fraction as long as you want. It’ll be finite, but pretty near eternal. Though if you make it a repeatin’ decimal, why, then it is eternal. You understand what that means? The problem’s the software, no relation to the hardware. It could be a toothpick or a two-hundred-meter timber or the equator - doesn’t matter. Your body dies, your consciousness passes away, but your thought is caught in the one tautological point an instant before, subdividin’ for an eternity. Think about the koan: An arrow is stopped in flight. Well, the death of the body is the flight of the arrow. It’s makin’ a straight line for the brain. No dodgin’ it, not for anyone. People have t’die, the body has t’fall. Time is hurlin’ that arrow forward. And yet, like I was sayin’, thought goes on subdividin’ that time for ever and ever. The paradox becomes real. The arrow never hits.”
“In other words,” I said, “immortality.”
“There you are. Humans are immortal in their thought. Though strictly speakin’, not immortal, but endlessly, asymptotically close to immortal. That’s eternal life.”
“The encyclopedia wand’s a theoretical puzzle, like Zeno’s paradox. The idea is t’engrave the entire encyclopedia onto a single toothpick. Know how you do it?”
“You tell me.”
“You take your information, your encyclopedia text, and you transpose it into numerics. You assign everything a two-digit number, periods and commas included. 00 is a blank, A is 01, B is 02, and so on. Then after you’ve lined them all up, you put a decimal point before the whole lot. So now you’ve got a very long sub-decimal fraction. 0.173000631… Next, you engrave a mark at exactly that point along the toothpick. If 0.50000’s your exact middle on the toothpick, then 0.3333’s got t’be a third of the way from the tip. You follow?”
“Sure.”
“That’s how you can fit data of any length in a single point on a toothpick. Only theoretically, of course. No existin’ technology can actually engrave so fine a point. But this should give you a perspective on what tautologies are like. Say time’s the length of your toothpick. The amount of information you can pack into it doesn’t have anything t’do with the length. Make the fraction as long as you want. It’ll be finite, but pretty near eternal. Though if you make it a repeatin’ decimal, why, then it is eternal. You understand what that means? The problem’s the software, no relation to the hardware. It could be a toothpick or a two-hundred-meter timber or the equator - doesn’t matter. Your body dies, your consciousness passes away, but your thought is caught in the one tautological point an instant before, subdividin’ for an eternity. Think about the koan: An arrow is stopped in flight. Well, the death of the body is the flight of the arrow. It’s makin’ a straight line for the brain. No dodgin’ it, not for anyone. People have t’die, the body has t’fall. Time is hurlin’ that arrow forward. And yet, like I was sayin’, thought goes on subdividin’ that time for ever and ever. The paradox becomes real. The arrow never hits.”
“In other words,” I said, “immortality.”
“There you are. Humans are immortal in their thought. Though strictly speakin’, not immortal, but endlessly, asymptotically close to immortal. That’s eternal life.”
