What Makes Idiots Happy?

“You were jealous just now? This will repay my obligation for your jealousy,” Lawrence knew this was a prank by Horo, but he still couldn’t control how his face shifted to a look of discontent.

“Do not worry. All males are jealous idiots.”

“But, it is an idiotic female that gets happy from a male idiot’s jealousy. So, both the man and woman are idiots.”

Isn’t this a good quote? Just in case you didn’t get it, Horo says the first two lines. Lawrence says the last.

This is an excerpt from the novel Spice and Wolf Volume 1 by Isuna Hasekura. Basically, it’s about a traveling merchant, Lawrence, and Horo, a girl…wolf? Uh, I’ll just leave it at that.

Well, for me who doesn’t have a clue about stocks and short selling and such, the economics part of this book is pretty hard to comprehend, but even the normal conversations between the two characters that has nothing to do with economics are hard to understand at times. They always seem to have hidden meanings and whatnot.

But anyways, I really like this quote about men and women both being idiots. It’s kind of funny yet true huh?

It seems that there is a compromise. =)



Choose any hour on the clock. It is possible, then to conceive that the clock’s purpose is to return the hands back to that time, a time which, from the moment chosen, the hands leave and skate across the rest of the clock’s painted signs and calibrations and numbers. These other markings on the face become irrelevant in themselves; they are now simply clues pointing in the direction of the chosen time. It is then possible, too, to conceive of the clock’s gears and springs as each having its own intrinsic function, but within a whole mechanism, the larger purpose of which is to return to the chosen time.

-from the Reasonable Horologist,

by the Rev. Kenner Davenport, 1783

This is a passage from tinkers by Paul Harding, winner of the Pulitzer Prize.

I really love this book because of its magical, unreal feeling that Harding creates through his indirect words. For an attempted quick summary of this book, it’s about a man on his deathbed reminiscing his life and throughout the story, it reveals the connections between him and his father. But the story itself contains much more than I can explain in a summary.

The storyline is just amazingly confusing because of how Harding leaves hints through seemingly random passages, like about how to build a bird’s nest. He creates many parallels between the characters and I definitely loved the ending. His choices of words and explanation are what really makes this book great.

This passage in particular from the Reasonable Horologist is one of my favorites because of its simplistically in dept explanation of how the clock’s purpose is to return to a particular time. The quote above is only the beginning part of the entire excerpt, but it goes on to explain how the clock’s purpose resembles the universe. I won’t go on to explain all that but overall, this piece of literature is one that I would definitely recommend to anyone.

Sunlit Sky

This scene was shot on my way to school one morning as we were stopped by a traffic light near a railroad track.

Ever since I was little, I always thought the sky looked fake, like the backdrop or wallpaper behind buildings and objects that were right in front of us. And someone laid out different pictures for us every day just for variation and inconsistency.

Usually, I only notice that the sky is fake when it’s cloudless and blue. Easy for the person in charge of switching out the pictures right? Just find a wallpaper that is a simple unison color. That would be dull on your computer screen.

When I look at the sky in this scene though, for some reason I can’t immediately think, “Oh, the sky is fake again today.”

A Way to Study Biology?

A descendant cell that inherits a blob of cytoplasm is getting startup metabolic machinery that will keep it running until it can make it on its own.

While I was reading my biology textbook, I came across this sentence in the mitosis chapter and I thought,

“Awww, how cute.”

Since the mother cell is giving the descendant cell a kind of push for the start of its life. You know, that kind of push to get you to start moving when you’re having trouble and need some help. It’s kinda sweet right?

A push filled with cytoplasmic blob consisting of metabolic machinery until the descendant cell can make its own. =)

Hey, I have permission to think in whatever way I like to get myself to study.

Talking To Yourself?

You know what I’ve realized, I talk to myself a lot.

When I was really young, like in elementary school, I never talked to myself. Or at least if I did, it was always passively as if my thoughts were talking, but it was never aimed towards me.

As I grew older though, say middle school, I had the shocking revelation that I was having conversations with myself.

For example during class:

Me (in my head): Wow, I’m hungry.

Me (also in my head): Don’t worry, school is almost over.

Me: Yay! I think I’ll eat something sweet!

Me: No that’s bad, lunch is supposed to be healthy and full of nutrients.

Me: Aw, but I want something sweeeet!.

Me: No. Not healthy for you. (with a stern voice)

Just for the record, this is how I talk to myself in my head on a regular basis.

After I had this conversation, I felt a bit awkward. I thought wait, am i talking to myself? Wow, I’m so silly, I’m actually talking to myself.

If you have had a back and forth conversation like this before, you would know how weird it feels the first time.

To understand how I feel, try this:

Stand in front of the mirror in the bathroom or just your room. There must be no one near that can hear you. Absolutely nobody can know you are doing this, this is very important. It is much easier to talk out loud when there’s people you know around you, but that’s called cheating. So isolate yourself. Now that you’re alone, start having a conversation with yourself out loud.

Loudly. I know this is redundant, but I’m just making a point. Not screaming loud, just like you’re talking to someone else in the room (which you are…? maybe…)

Okay, make it a back and forth conversation, not a one way street kind of thing. Maybe ask yourself about how your day was, or talk about really cute person you saw on the street today.

Now, do you feel a bit foolish? Awkward? Weird? You should. If you don’t…then…I really don’t know what to say about you.

No plausible explanation or respectful comment available.

But as time passed for me, I got used to talking to myself, only in my head though. It’s too weird to talk out loud…

When I am talking to myself in my head though, sometimes I let a few words slip. For example, when I’m sitting on a bus, just sitting there, talking to my inner thoughts, I might suddenly say out loud, “No way, that’s impossible!”

At that point when everyone looks up to see what’s happening, I quickly take out my phone, put it up to my ear and pretend I’m on the phone.

That only happens when I’m having a heated discussion. I like talking to myself though. I have many contradictions in my head…

Now think about your daily life and about whether you talk to yourself or not. You might not realize it, but you could be talking to yourself everyday.

Or maybe after reading this you’ll think that you do, even if you don’t, or maybe you do…

Little Bee.

Sarah went to the toaster and put two slices of bread into it. Lawrence and I, we both just watched her. Sarah turned around.

“Is everything all right in here?” she said. She looked at me. “Have you been crying?”

“It is nothing,” I said. “I always cry in the morning.”

The book, Little Bee, by Chris Cleave is absolutely amazing yet extremely sad, but this part of the book made me smile for some reason. I thought it was funny. Actually, I think Little Bee in the general, is pretty funny because of her strange perceptions of daily life in the UK compared to her life in Nigeria. (Little Bee is the main character, a girl from Nigeria, just so you know.) I also liked how she compares the two cultures by saying “the girls back home would say…” and stating the weird things about life in UK. And the ending, I have something to say about the ending but I won’t cause it’ll ruin it. You probably don’t understand this much unless you’ve read the book so read the book! Then read this and then you’ll understand what I’m talking about.

Strange how that works, huh?

People Watching From a Coffee Shop.

Today during lunch, I sat near the window of coffee shop in downtown.

Now usually, I don’t like sitting next to the window because I’ve noticed that as I walk by  coffee places, the people who sit right in front of the window look like they’re on display…

But today, the coffee shop was pretty busy and the seat next to the window was the closest to me, so I sat down.

One thing that I like about relaxing in a coffee shop is being able to look out the window onto busy downtown. I like looking at people as if I’m behind one of those one-way mirrors, even though I’m sure people always notice the girl with intense eyes watching their every movement, sipping her coffee dreadfully slowly.

But today, from my seat, I took a bite of my sandwich, looked up to see the rainy street, but instead saw the back of a man who deliberately stood right in front of me on the other side of the clear window. Well, he was on his phone and rain was pouring down so he must have just been looking for shelter, but in that specific spot?! Of all places? If he moved just three steps to the left, there would have been no problem at all, but he specifically wanted to get on my nerves.

It’s also extremely awkward for me because if I looked up, it would seem like I was staring at his butt. But I wasn’t! It was just right there, I swear! That’s how I would explain this to the other consumers of coffee in the shop who wondered about the girl who suddenly turned stiff and refused to look up from her coffee.

Well, he eventually did leave and I finished my coffee and left to catch my bus.

But I swear, if I ever see him sitting down drinking coffee, I am going to stand directly right in front of him and block his view,

even if he’s not sitting right next to a window.