Limits

I came to a very odd realization today as I was writing my final paper for the semester. I have never disliked writing, but there has always been something missing in it for me, and the truth of it came to me, writing is 2 dimensional.  I dont mean this as 2 dimensional lines on a piece of paper, but as a 2 dimensional process of thought, you can only ever convey your thoughts in a line segment, a piece here, a piece there, but if you cut up your pieces too small or try to connect too many at a single point, you lose your meaning. My thought processes run in 3 dimensions, every point serving multiple purposes, ideas spreading in all directions, so that when you try and take a 2 dimensional snapshot for a paper, some of the lines cross each other in the wrong places or have to be edited out so you can see others. That is what unsettles me, that I have to choose an exact path, and no one who ever reads my writing will see the beauty of the many branching paths in my mind.

Phonezoo

The opening to this video is my new ringtone, it makes me happy (it was what I was doing instead of writing my paper on what the rest of it is about)

Justice in the Universe

So, lately I have been taking these Nature Valley Granola Thins to school for lunch (it takes about 6, I didn't buy them) but much like reese's peanut butter cups, they come with this little piece of cardboard that the bar sits on so that even if the chocolate melts you can still get it out. So I opened my first one for lunch today, and much to my surprise, it didn't have the cardboard. More than an hour later (I eat them slowly throughout my day) I opened another, and to my amazement, it had two cardboard pieces. Coincidence? Possibly, though its more likely to have something to do with the factory's process for packaging them. And now that you've read this far, most likely expecting me to make some point, I think the most honest thing I can say is that this is it, the thought doesn't go any deeper, have a nice day.