to he whom lives his life as a philosophy

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Be like the bird,
Who halting in his flight
On limb too slight,
Feels it give way beneath him, yet sings
Knowing he has wings.

Victor Hugo

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To he whom lives his life as a philosophy,
the gyre will never stop turning.
6 months in pakistan and another year and 6 months in iraq, your departure comes soon. whether we shall cross paths again, life will go on beautiful.

"I'm looking for a man to photophosphorylate me all night long." - w4m

"I will fondle your vesicles while you caress my golgi body. My stroma is leaking all over the place. We can do it in the alpha or beta configuration, whichever you prefer. You whip me with your flagellum, tubulin subunits flying everywhere. We can make a mess as I've hired some lysosomes to clean up after. Please have a smooth endoplasmic reticulum but know that I like it rough, if you know what I mean. I also prefer my ribosomes bound...tight. Spin me round with your basal body and make sure it's turgid. Pump me up and down your concentration gradient, letting the chemiosmosis take control. I can go both ways, just like an amphipathic phospholipid. Do you like aerobic respiration as much as I do?

Let me know if this makes you secrete. "

--anonymous w4m
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lol, I'm not going crazy. I found that on craigslist.
Reading that kinda made my ATP synthase spin <3
Open Loose or Closed configuration, sir?

In other news, I need like 12 hours of sleep or a gallon of black coffee. I'm ready to bite someone's head off. 2 lab finals today and 2 finals next week... and another 2 following that. oh joy.

pour vous

ta shi wo de nan pengyou
ni yao shenme?

sometimes I wonder, why so much bitterness?
dearest raptor, bird of prey
lest you devour me with you insatiable desire
for destruction.
there is no grace
in your flight.

as strangers -
woman to woman,
I want you to be free.
There is no peace in dwelling, no shelter here.

H too Oh

The water boil advisory has been lifted for all areas of greater vancouver finally. The above picture is of Matt's tub a few days ago... this is what the water's been looking like for the past little while. Suparbly sexeh. There were angry letters to the editor from people who didn't get their usual venti cup of special starbucks coffee the one day all Starbucks closed down because of the turbidity of our water. I think a lot of factors compounded on top of logging near the watersheds is to blame for the silt deposits in the drinking supply from all the heavy rain we've been getting for the past while. Now that the water boil advisory is gone, we're hit with snow, lol. I love the silence of the snow and how bright everything looks when trudging through the stuff late at night. Apparently windchills are making the nights feel like -15 degrees celsius... which is like, nutso-ness to us west coast-ians. Malls are absolute madness. It's not december yet and already the mad rush of our annual consumption of x-massy goods is on. aye aye - headaches galore.

la fille va dormir

[image: mg]

These days, what does commitment mean anyways?

whoa mang

can dudes seriously hit notes that high?
crazy russians

Für Elise in sepia

[image: film still; 2046]

If you could, listen to Django Reinhardt-
the time you wished you were born.
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It's snowing!
Anyways, my kids are the awesomeness. They all have different goals and wishes... but they're all adorable in their own respects. One of the boys is full on dedicated to trying to get into Berkley and I'm scared as crap because wtf - how am I going to help. His brother went to Stanford on a full scholarship with president's honours after a year at school. McGill, culinary school, construction, superheroes.... etc. Ahhh, too cute. Regardless, my only advice to all of them was to do what they love. It's okay not knowing what to do with your life

all things to all men

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so be it,
these natural blues.

i dreamt of an elephant parade

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tonight,
my ghost will speak with your ghost -
conversing in hushed tones,
feeling the residual effects
of phatom fingertips,
still warm to the touch...
tonight,
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last night i dreamt of an elephant parade
and woke up to the smells of a metropolitan safari.

bing

who else had those little collecting duct bibs as kids?

"These letters are ladders to you"

“A pod of whales was lying like long reclining Buddhas on the sea. My sister and I put our ears to the bottom of the boat so we could listen to their songs.

We turned to my grandfather and asked, “What do their songs mean?”

“The whales do not sing because they have an answer,” he said.
“They sing because they have a song.”

--Gregory Colbert

c'est lundi

[image: sem titulo]

some days just don't feel right -
the crooked clothes and tight buttons
unfinished sentences and spilt coffee
wet jeans and itchy bottoms
man, I've lost another hour.

Gaaaaaah! I'm going crazy trying to remember these ridiculous pathways! I thought biochemistry was fun >: (

Mont Saint-Michel

[Mont Saint-Michel; Normandy, France]

Wow wow - this was the big castle that inspired the design of Minas Tirith in LotR. It's basically a tidal island which gets surrounded by water during high tide making it a fascinating stronghold in the past. Sheep graze in the salt meadow when the tide is out.

too in zamoone Y Y

Friday was loooooong. I didn't sleep at all that night and continued the day like normal only to hit small spurts of narcoleptic blackouts. I didn't think it'd be really appropriate for me to be around Masami in the evening so I skipped out on JLo's shindig and B-lined it to vancouver. I ended up attending a really obscure quasi-persian house party out in Coquitlam where I didn't know anyone, lol. It was fun regardless, despite being terribly underslept. I was asleep by 1 and probably snoring up a storm with the too in zamoone song playing on loop in my head. In other news, the water in the north shore is still ridiculously turbid compared to the other areas in the region. Apparently fights broke out in Costco from people arguing to get bottled water. It's not that hard to boil and filter, people. There's supposed to be another dump of rain and wind comparable to wednesday on sunday - let's just hope no more blackouts and accidents.

In dark woods, the right road lost

'Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita
mi ritrovai per una selva oscura,
ché la diritta via era smarrita."
--Dante; Canto I

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无间道

[image: film stills; infernal affairs]

For HK cinema, this was actually a pretty good movie.
Would I ever declare Hong Kong citizenship? Probably not.

I want to go to the Pompidou Centre (aka Centre Georges Pompidou)... Kandinsky's stuff is displayed there! Disneyland Paris? Ahhhhh, excitement.

channel 1 suite

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Dude, your nipples are lopsided.
I don't know when exactly Royce is coming back but I want to pick him up at the airport or at least show him around some places in Vancouver.

Cinematic Orchestra - All That You Give feat. Fontella Bass

Fontella Bass' voice is so hauntingly beautiful
<3 the Cinematic Orchestra

puglicious <3

Lauren's pug, Oscar is sooooooo cute (especially when he lets out such a sad whimper-moan when he gets stuck under the couch). His legs are just kinda long for a pug, lol. Jamieson's got two uber cute pugs at home as well. Ahhhhhh, adorableness! Anyways, pug news aside, my sister's finch spontaneously laid an egg on the middle of the floor. It's most likely unfertilized... but it was the most random thing to find in the morning, lol.

Yesterday I had some wonderful wonderful white wine - it was actually surprisingly good. If it was sold here I'd definately purchase it. Right now I'm craving for this honey-sweetened smoked salmon with Coltrane and Davis in the background. This is contrary to the crown I'd sometimes accompany with the kronos quartet on a rainy long weekend. That's all being given away.

so testify!

[image: banksy]
"I am the nina, the pinta, the santa maria!
The noose and the rapist, the fields overseer!"
--zach de la rocha

In the end, it's all about power. All oppressions are undeniably linked. Inequalities in class, race, gender, religion, etc. etc... I don't think that there is one issue that sticks out above others because all oppression is equally valid (this is not to say that I want to belittle any of the struggles in any particular oppressed group). There is so much anger and history to all struggles. Power can be assertion of dominance over another individual through violence. I'd like to think that our own power comes from being an individual. Notice how we're always looking for someone or something to blame... fuck the terrorists, fuck social hiearchies, fuck god, fuck the justice system, fuck [insert person/place/thing]. We're all intertwined in a complex web of oppression... I don't think it's possible for anyone to play a truly passive role in it. We are all oppressors or oppressed in some form or another whether we're born into it or choose to be. Ultimately being able to see how we fit as individuals in this complex web of oppression is the first step to ending or at least help alleviate the inequalities in society. I know it's not a perfect world and what I'm saying is probably more worthless than a soggy bag of shit to some of you but take it as you will, it's not my place to convince anyone anything... you have your own power of choice to do that.

I don't know... I guess after attending all these workshops and listening to the voices of others only reaffirmed that I'm not alone. I don't necessarily agree with all the politics and viewpoints of similar organizations... but knowledge is empowering. I made a promise to myself and I'm going to stick with it.

LSC

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The Life Sciences building kicks ass. Dr. Warren kicks ass. He always replaces swear words with the word "smurf", it's almost ridiculous. Anyways, with all the high security in this building, I swear there's someone who's going to unleash ebola on us unsuspecting peons.

ramen,ramen

[images: terry richardson; devon aoki]

aoki inspired,
friendly fire.

lux aeterna

[image: sara lando]

even now,
i'm picking at my skin.
never clean enough, never white enough
to be listened to.
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I threw up on the side of the road on my way to school this morning in the pouring rain. A pathetic crying ball. a cacophonic dissonance of broken chords. broken broken bro ken. I think too much. or not enough. i felt too weak to break glass, burn the car. For survival.

anaerobic

[image: nina]

the nonchalant taste of inadequacy
from starving butterflies of oxygen.
frail wings, broken tongues
and the fine art of cat's cradle.
a mess of fingers, strings, knots and dust -
Once again, the guessing game.

party at guantanamo

[image: katia; vassili - children of the revolution]

[image: louis greenfield]

"Wie soll ich meine Seele halten, daß
sie nicht an deine rührt? Wie soll ich sie
hinheben über dich zu andern Dingen?
Ach gerne möchte ich sie bei irgendetwas
Verlorenem im Dunkel unterbringen
an einer fremden stillen Stelle, die
nicht weiterschwingt, wenn diene Tiefen schwingen.
Doch alles, was uns anrührt, dich und mich,
nimmt uns zusammen wie ein Bogenstrich,
die aus zwei Saiten eine Stimme zieht.
Auf welches Instrument sind wir gespannt?
Und welcher Geiger hat uns in der Hand?
O süßes Lied."
--Rilke

[Translation]

"How shall I hold on to my soul, so that
it does not touch yours? How shall I lift
it gently up over you on to other things?
I would so very much like to tuck it away
among long lost objects in the dark,
in some quiet, unknown place, somewhere
which remains motionless when your depths resound.
And yet everything which touches us, you and me,
takes us together like a single bow,
drawing out from two strings but one voice.
On which instrument are we strung?
And which violinist holds us in his hand?
O sweetest of songs."

--Rilke

Theme for "cornered"

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take 5, let's try again.
Man I'm tired. I feel older, physically.