Photosynthesis

The past week we've been doing a lot of synthesizing and looking at pictures, their credibility and what they represent. It's said that pictures are worth a thousand words. They were right. A synthesis essay of about a thousand worlds describing how the taking of that particular picture came to be and possible another thousand describing all the different way it could be perceived by the general audience. That last sentence was probably a thousand words too. There are staged photographs and so called "candid" photographs too, but sometimes I feel like nothing is really candid. Even when taking a photograph of something unnatural and unstaged we wait for that "moment" where everything seems to be in place or seems "right". Isn't waiting something out in a sense also staged? Keeping a sense of time is staged. But time is a concept that humans created so does this mean that WE JUST CREATE STUFF THAT WE DONT UNDERSTAND SO SMART PEOPLE CAN DO THE THING WHERE THEY USE LIKE THE BRAIN THING AND UNDERSTAND IT. 

But you gotta hand it to the human race for not knowing what we created and then trying to figure out what went wrong. 

Now we all know how Kmart works. 

I guess judging the credibility of a picture based on how natural it really is depends on the way we want the picture to be. One of my classmates 2chengz (also a successful rapper) mentioned that military families keep happy smiling pictures of their loved ones so they can remember them as happy and smiling because being their normal selves may not always be the happiest. 

What we could learn from all of this is that EVERYTHING is subjective. 

Is a picture really worth what's it's praised of?

Am I right? (Ha of course I am who do u think u are)

Is 2chengz really a rapper?

Did Sriya really eat 6 slices of a large pizza to win a bet in the 5th grade?

Is that why she looks like a pizza?

All very philosophical universal questions. 

Haha but hey are they even questions though. 

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 There are a lot of things that are "wrong" with today's society but every wrong thing stems from something that was meant to be for good, like social media. Don't get me wrong I love social media,  how else will I let the world know that I am hungry and that if "I love someone, I should let them go, because if they ever loved me back, they would come back". Yes well my mother really has no choice but to stay at home. Like I said what if I get hungry. Social media is pretty great except for the fact that it's rendered us all antisocial interactively numb snails.

Social flamboyance is what makes the Internet the Internet. Twitter, Facebook, if you're funny and loud, you own them. This flamboyance however seems to only be online for se people. I for one am annoying and loud online and even more so in person, but there are a good number of people who manage to stay calm and sophisticated in person and shout their through social media. I'd pay you to actually say your tweets aloud if I had any money. Your friends are now based off of how many likes they get on Instagram. congratulations you are now a share of stock that people are ready to bid on in 3..2.. 

Starting friendships on the net is convenient and great as long as you continue them in person as well. 

P3RC3PTION

Last week, we watched 'The Hours', a film based on Virginia Woolf's 'Mrs. Dalloway' in class.
The movie was easily one of the most intriguing movies I've ever seen, and I think I can speak for a good majority of our class.



The one thing that really had me thinking is how Virginia Woolf considers life as death and death as life. Her different outlook on life was condemned as an effect of 'insanity' because it was something others simply could not comprehend, nor accept. Acceptance has been a concept that is growing in its capacity to apply to more and more 'different' behavior. They say that there is a fine line between genius and madness, fascination and obsession, but I believe Virginia Woolf sought to cross the fine line between existing and living. Virginia must have felt out in the open and vulnerable in the deathly quiet atmosphere of the states. She must have found comfort and a sense of life in loud London, drowning out every sound and isolating herself in her own thoughts about things that others would never understand, not that they wouldnt, but that they could not. We are afraid of the things that we do not know and those that we cannot control. However, most of us believe that life can be controlled, to avoid and delay the uncontrollable that is death. Thats why Woolf was diagnosed as 'insane' as a label to control the situation, prescribed medication to alter the situation into something more familiar, more 'normal'. What one does not realize is that Virginia was indeed taking control of her life, through her writing. Her ability to give and take away life from her book characters, to decide what their life revolved around, to decide who was in their life, and how long their life was, gave her control. Just existing for Virginia, probably was never enough, so she sought out life by taking her own.
Of course, it all seems crazy, but what really is 'crazy'? Is it an obsession? An unrealistic ability to do, achieve, know? Is it someone extremely quiet or extremely loud?
Things like life, death, beauty, normalcy, and so much more are subjective and different to different individuals. Virginia had her perception of the world and others had theirs. Whether they were right or wrong- Right or wrong? Isnt right and wrong subjective and different to each their own?

But then again, this is just my perception.

"Once conform, once do what other people do because they do it, and a lethargy steals over all the finer nerves and faculties of the soul. She becomes all outer show and inward emptiness; dull, callous, and indifferent." - Virginia Woolf

Once conform, once do what other people do because they do it, and a lethargy steals over all the finer nerves and faculties of the soul. She becomes all outer show and inward emptiness; dull, callous, and indifferen

Thinking Out Loud

Over the weekend I finished the novel Mrs. Dalloway, and I have to say it was definitely one of a kind. Its one of those novels that are bizarre and complex yet we manage to understand and connect with it. A quote on the very last page of the novel intrigued me: "what does the brain matter, compared with the heart?" 

I laughed out loud when I read this quote because at that moment I thought to myself of how clever it was of Virginia Woolf to add a dismissive quote about the mind when all 194 pages of her novel were merely a day or twos worth of thought that travels through ones brain. 

In all reality, what does the heart matter when compared to the brain? The human brain is such a powerful tool, enabling us to overcome fears and cross boundaries. However, this brain, this mind is what disturbed Septimus after his war experience and is ultimately what lead to his tragic suicide. 

The brain is what Clarissa uses to compare her selves to other women, to think and over think her mixed, yet divided feelings for Peter and Richard. 

The one thing that continues to surprise me is the fact that this book is just a book of thought process, streams of consciousness. The things that runs through ones mind finally put down on paper. 

At first I thought Clarissa must be paranoid to think about everything so much and in so much detail, but are any of us really conscious of what we think about each second. 

No. 

Even as you are reading this you've already had several thoughts pass through your mind, but can you name each one of them? 

Do you even remember what you were thinking about?  

No, because right now you're thinking of something else of which you're not quite sure what it is while trying to remember what you were thinking about and also thinking of how annoyingly long this sentence is.  

As I read someone else's thoughts I had thoughts of my own that led to other thoughts and memories and it never really stops. 

We never ever really stop thinking. We may change what were thinking about but there's always something going through our minds: questions, sarcastic remarks, disapproval, fascination, food, everything. 

I have to say I felt satisfied when I read the last page and also at a loss for a way to describe the experience that i just shared.