Nothing is just a simple term used to describe something that was. You see there could never be nothing without something; so people use it to cover up what is not anymore.
People like to throw nothing around like it's nothing but deep down they know that nothing is something.
You see there could also never be something if there was never once nothing, but there is never nothing because the universe is something.
In fact whenever someone tries to use the excuse of nothing there is an indubitably large amount of something they're hiding from you.
Nothing is something and something is nothing!
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Nothing
Dream
A man in a red shirt was holding me and my friends hostage.
Kyle escaped with Jake at some point.
I watched them sneak out through the back door.
I was dissappointed Kyle left without me, but not angry. Lizzie survived.
One girl did not, her body was ripped open.
Another girl was set on fire.
He planned to kill us all, one at a time.
I found a pair of white boots that were too small, but it was snowing so I wore them anyway. He caught me so I ran to the other door and went outside.
Once I was out I was in a marketplace and he was chasing me. I was screaming out that he had held me and my friends hostage, that his man was a killer.
For some reason we had a heart to heart near Bayview and Cummer. (Mom's old building)
He said it wasn't really him, and he didn't kill those people.
Something just took over him.
Suddenly I was in a taxi with Maddy Banks and Celeste Digiovanni.
They informed Lizzie and I that we were heading to prom.
Goodbye
I'm scared for next year.
Everything is going to change.
Goodbye sleeping in till 8 and getting a ride to York Mills.
Goodbye wasting time in the hallways and joking around with familiar faces in familiar places.
Goodbye grade 12 homework, (which, when compared to University work, will seem like elementary school work) and hello essay after wearisome essay.
Goodbye trusty TTC.
Goodbye Yorkmills and Leslie, the plaza, Mossgrove, Sheppard and Yonge, downtown Toronto, the tree, and all the other places I've gotten to know and love.
Goodbye private gym in my basement that I never use and hot tub that never worked.
Goodbye Hannah, my annoying little sister, who I love all the same.
Goodbye mom and dad. It's been nice hopping back and forth between your homes, but now I'll have a home of my own 2 and half hours away from here.
I'm scared of feeling even more like a visitor in a life where I feel like I'm a visitor already.
Observing
The man across the street is a perfect blend of brown and orange. His skin is dark orange and leathery like the hide of his shoes. The bright orange of his shirt flatters the convex curve of his pumpkin-like belly. He has pants that are as brown as the dirt he stabs with his small gardening tool, grunting as he goes. I'm sure he's perfectly ordinary. Nearly certain.
But he's just one of those fellows you notice and can't unnotice until you get on the bus and he is finally out of eye-reach. I imagine he'd go home, give his Daschund a nice pat on the head, and serve himself a steaming bowl of Barley soup.
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Just a Thought
How is it that after all the apparent progressions of the human race, we still feel the need to have wars? Countless of horrendous acts are deemed as socially unacceptable, and yet this one by far is the most macabre.
Any act of terrorism that happens in the States is a national affair; and yet all over the world, every day, innocent children, men, and women are being BLOWN UP due to political disagreements. Are their lives of lesser value?
The following is an excerpt from 'Blood Rites', by Barbara Ehrenreich (I have not yet completely read the book, but I find it extremely interesting and I plan on finishing it) :
What is war that it exerts such cruel demands on us? It is first, in an economic sense, a parasite on human cultures—draining them of the funds and resources, talent and personnel, that could be used to advance the cause of human life and culture. But "parasitism is too mild a term for a relationship predicated on the periodic killing of large numbers of human beings. If war is a "living" thing, it is a kind of creature that, by its very nature, devours us. To look at war, carefully and long enough, is to see the face of the predator over which we thought we had triumphed long ago.
I understand the importance of defending your country. I understand that the world will NEVER be a perfect place. But there are ways, I’m sure, to come to an agreement besides fighting to the death like wild animals.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Desiderata
-- written by Max Ehrmann in the 1920s --
Go placidly amid the noise and the haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible, without surrender,
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even to the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons;
they are vexatious to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain or bitter,
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs,
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals,
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love,
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment,
it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be.
And whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.
A few futile factoids.
I'm Samantha Lindsay Robyn Sarah Leah Chanah Zurin, but you can just call me Sammy. I'd like to say I'm an interesting, open-minded quirky person, but that really isn't for me to decide, is it?
- Here are a few random tidbits of information:
1. I feel most at home in Asian restaurants. (Proof in above photo)
2. I don't sleep much.
3. I love to read and I'm trying to broaden my literary horizons (Oh gee, well doesn't that sound fancy). I'd rather pick up a book than turn on the T.V.
4. I wish graffiti artists would have their way with all the cement surfaces of Toronto- highway borders, tunnels, and the like. Really, the gray is just so bland.
5. I think that being tickled to death would be a horrible way to die- but still nowhere close to how awful it would be to be burned to death, stabbed to death via needles, or buried and/or skinned alive.
6. I love to sing, and I love musical theatre. I've also seen a huge amount of musicals; Wicked, Grease, British Invasion, We Will Rock You, Avenue Q, Les Miserables, Phantom of the Opera, The Lion King, and Mamma mia, just to name a few.
7. I'm an impulsive person; I'll do things without thinking them over at all. Other times, I over-analyse ad nauseam.
8. I've come to accept my lack of organization skills. I will probably never learn to keep things neat, but I'm okay with that. Please, keep your dividers and labels to yourself!
9. I have an impressive fossil collection due to the fact I was obsessed with them as a young child. My most prized ones are my 4.5 inch megalodon shark tooth and a trilobite the size of a baby's head. That's one big bug.
10. I always manage to find a way to distract myself, whether I want to or not...hence, my blogsite's title.
There you have it, a few unnecessary details about my life.
Donnie Darko
Time travel, bunny suits and visions. Oh my.
Donnie Darko was nowhere close to what I expected it to be. What I was expecting was a lame sci-fi movie with a dim-witted premise.... it was anything but.
The movie is set in 1988, and has a very dreamy/surreal mood. It begins in the Darko residence where we are introduced to Donnie (who suffers from paranoid schizophrenia and has recently stopped taking his medication) and the rest of his family. That night, in a state of half-sleep, Donnie is summoned outside and away from his room by a man in a bunny suit named Frank. He is informed that "in 28 days, 6 hours, 42 minutes and 12 seconds, the world will end". Soon after, a jet engine mysteriously crashes through his ceiling and destroys his bedroom while Donnie sleeps soundly on the lawn outside.
What a coincidence.
Donnie spends the next 28 days dealing with hallucinations and visions, as well as horrible events happening to everyone around him. I will not go into detail- For those who have yet to see this film, it wouldn't make any sense to you if I tried. In all honesty, this film still isn't all that clear to me and I've seen it three times.
Donnie Darko is rich with theories on other dimensions, alternate universes, and biblical references, as well as plenty of irony; It challenges the norms of reality. Although Donnie Darko is pretty absurd, it is one of my favorite movies. Weird as hell, yes, but also fascinating and inspiring... in a twisted sort of way.
Surreal
I have a love for the strange and unordinary. When it comes to weird I'm a connoisseur. Consequently, I love Surrealist art. A close friend of mine, Sosia, happened upon an incredible website dedicated to Surrealism. A Website loaded with the likes of H.R. Giger and Dali, not to mention hundreds of other Surreal artists I've never even heard of. Clicking on that URL was the equivalent to a nine year old opening the doors of Sugar Mountain on Yonge and Eglinton.
These are my favorite pieces. I strongly suggest you check out the rest of them at http://beinart.org/artists/
AMY KOLLAR
Like A Hole in The Head
PETER ALEXANDROFF
Magic Mirror
KARL PERSSON
Stoned Monkey and Stitch Head
VIKTOR SAFONKIN
Untitled 
MAURA HOLDEN
Thanatos Wave
H.R. GIGER
L to R: Birth Machine, A Crowley Work
SALVADOR DALI
L to R: The Hallucinogenic Toreador , One second before awakening from a dream caused by the flight of a bee around a pomegranate, The Burning Giraffe
GREG CRAOLA SIMKINS
L To R: Runaway Virgil, Allister Winkle, Duke's Dillema
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