"The Sunset Mountain is a city designed by Pelli and Lumdsen in the city center, that put in the highest area and all communications coming, hosting community uses (offices, hotels, theaters …) hiperdensificados to generate all the housing system on the mountainside."
Convince me that the universe wants to be noticed
Now that the TFIOS trailer is out, it’s probably time that I start making more TFIOS related prompts.
All he ever wanted was your adoration, your full attention, your truest and deepest desire to be all his… and it was for so long! He had your attention, you wanted nothing ‘bad’, you yearned for no sin, sang to no devil, adored no man that sinned, craved ‘goodness’ and created it too.
I don’t know when it happened, but it happened and when it did the gratefulness exited, appreciation was dramatically erased, people started to get greedy, the seven deadly sins developed, they crept into our lives, up our skin, out our mouth and scared us all away from his love, his mystery, his grace, our source.
I speak of a him and I’m sure you’re assuming you know what I mean but what if I said she? Who cares? Did you know I meant ‘science’?
Three random things. Use ‘em in your glorious story.
a Virgin Mary statue, a bucket of marbles, a sandwich nobody will eat
Before i knew it I found myself in the small dark basement of a club that reminded me more of a cheap movie set than a music venue. I kissed a Virgin Mary statue back in Ohio, right before my passport disappeared. Luckily a bucket of marbles was a good enough trade for the airline ticket master crew men and now I’m somewhere that’s far, far away from America. The music was mildly entertaining, but I wish I could take that back actually. The people are beautiful, the company? Boring. The drinks looked gross, and I remember talking to a girl in the bathroom for far too long about a sandwich nobody will eat.
Whenever I drag myself to my 8AM biochem class, I immediately feel as if I’m transported back to the time I studied abroad in South Korea. Being thrown back into Seoul every Monday and Wednesday is awkward and no matter how much I try, I can’t prepare, not mentally, not emotionally, in no way can a person prepare for that early 8AM eery morning vibe. The room fills with foreign scientific terms and unfriendly faces, just like how the smell of all the fermentations in the alleyways of Asia does.
Hopefully I’m just passing through.
Korea and biochemistry, you’re perfect. It’s not you, it’s me.
There was a lovely event that took place this weekend. Lovely perhaps is not the best word to use now that I think about it… but it was peaceful… and there were way more people that showed up than expected. The music was only slightly horrible, and there were a lot of free giveaways… Really I shouldn’t complain, but I want to dream of what could be and I can’t stop doing it; even when I’m not sleeping.
I feel like I finally understand what Hendrix meant when he said he just wanted to make the noises he heard in his head. There’s a vision in my mind, an idea with pictures and it’s so vivid; unlike anything I’ve ever created alone. The storm of thoughts hurts my brain so much, but only because I can’t just instantly transport the picture into other people’s minds, and it’s driving me crazy. I’ve been practicing my esp for hours on people and my brain feels like it’s been doing too many pushups.
Please stay tuned…
“What is it that you are absolutely sure you will never forget about being this age, and why have adults forgotten it?” – Amanda Mae Meyncke, who said this about the prompt: “Remembering what it’s like to be a kid is insanely profitable. I tell high-schoolers and college kids to write everything down because you think you’ll remember, but you won’t.”
[This is a remake of an older prompt.]
I’m absolutely certain I’ll never forget the way the music makes me feel whenever I’m front row at a concert. The adults forget about the essence of fun and become afraid to go to new places, with strangers, or old friends, because society says they are too old to do so. They forget how nice it feels when you submit to the crashes of the sound waves up against your ears.
I’m absolutely certain I’ll never forget the way Russia first touched my blood and scared me silly. I was twenty something years old and a young Russian gentlemen reminded me of the dangers of my freedom. Adults forget how to act like anything other than the sheep everyone else is imitating, but I must not! I must be brave, and constantly a seeker of truth!… even if that means trouble.
Music & Russia stole my heart a long time ago…
Netherlandish School, circa 1500.
Christ with three faces: the Trinity.
happy late easter
Income inequality results in 883,914 unnecessary deaths in the US each year, according to the British Medical Journal. http://bit.ly/1jjvDwh
These eleven books (now almost exclusively American) were the works selected for full-length treatment in later issues of The New Republic:
- Oswald Spengler, The Decline of the West (essay written by Lewis Mumford)
- Sigmund Freud, The Interpretation of Dreams (George Soule)
- Charles Beard, An Economic Interpretation of the Constitution (Max Lerner)
- John Dewey’s work in general, with special attention to Studies in Logical Theory (C. E. Ayres)
- Franz Boas’s The Mind of Primitive Man (Paul Radin)
- V. L. Parrington, Main Currents in American Thought (Bernard Smith)
- I. A. Richards, The Principles of Literary Criticism (David Daiches)
- Frederick Jackson Turner’s The Frontier in American History (Charles Beard) The Education of Henry Adams (Louis Kronenberger)
- William Graham Sumner, Folkways (John Chamberlain)
- Thorstein Veblen, The Theory of Business Enterprise (Rexford G. Tugwell)
the crooked forest, gryfino, poland