Mike Mains and the Branches

I really like this band.


Descartes’ Passions of the Soul: Sadness

“The definition of Sadness. Sadness is a disagreeable languor in which consists the discomfort and unrest which the soul receives from evil, or from the defect which the impressions of the brain set before it as pertaining to it. And there also is an intellectual sadness which is not passion, but which hardly ever fails to be accompanied by it.

The movement of the blood and spirits in Sadness. In sadness, the openings of the heart are much contracted by the small nerve which surrounds them, and the blood of the veins is in nowise agitated, which brings it to pass that very little of it goes toward the heart and yet the passages by which the juice of the food flows from the stomach and the intestines towards the liver remain open, which causes the appetite not to diminish at all, excepting when hatred, which is often united to sadness, closes them.”





Descartes knew some stuff.

Please, READ!

I started writing this lengthy post criticizing the horrendous writing I’ve read from classmates while in the CUNY system, but I’ve decided to keep it “short” instead.

I came across this article in The Atlantic the other day about how reading (in particular, fiction) changes your brain. It got me thinking about all the poorly written papers I have peer-edited in the past couple years, and the incredulity of how some people could have graduated high school with such a poor grasp on the English language. (I have excused the writings of classmates from other countries where English is not the main language/was not their first language). Although there are various contributing reasons and factors for why some college students fail to write well, I think one of the biggies for sub-par writing is not reading.

And by reading I mean reading for pleasure, which is different from reading the news, or reading for research/information, etc. Although, there are some people who read scholarly articles for pleasure…hmm…

I wouldn’t say I’m a great writer, but I think I’m pretty decent writer (with affirmation and encouragement from friends and professors alike). I probably could be a better writer if I were more disciplined, but I’m not, so maybe I’m a better editor. I believe that a lot of my writing style has been influenced and molded by the authors I have read. It’s kind of like monkey-see-monkey-do. I’ve picked up more grammatical structuring, phrasing, punctuation usage, vocabulary, and spelling (!) from reading than I have from any teacher telling me how to use the English language.

The point I want to make is that if you want to be a better writer, read more! And read from different genres too!

HECK, read to become a better human being!

And here concludes my late-night writing after tossing and turning in bed for over an hour trying to fall asleep. Good night! 🙂

Mid-semester Rant

I just need to get this out. I know I’m going to sound like a crybaby, but maybe if I put it in words, someone out there will sympathize with me, though I don’t really expect anyone to. I mean, if someone wrote what I’m about to say and I read it, I’d probably just say “boohoo, that’s life, suck it up!” But here I go:

This has been one of the most difficult semesters I’ve ever had, workload-wise. I know I did it to myself; taking 5 classes, working part-time, becoming the interim Sunday School “principle,” all the while trying to maintain some kind of social life. It hasn’t been pretty. I’ve become a bit of a hermit, and snappy at people that really don’t deserve it at all. All the while, my grandparents think I’m some lazy person that just leeches off my parents, and that I’m a bad person simply because I have a sidecut. Nothing in life is fair.

These classes – I’m doing well in the minor/elective classes, and really struggling in the classes for my major, the ones that actually count. It seems like every professor thinks his/her class is the only one I’m taking. Some of the work is not actually difficult, but quite tedious. Some of it does not interest me at all. Group projects will be the death of me, even though I know I will need to build a team for my future business. It just seems all so unrealistic. I would never pick these slackers as business partners. One of my professors is a bit full of himself and loves to name-drop the colleges that his kids went to. Class is basically him showing us a bunch of Youtube, or TedTalk videos, and then he adds comments onto them. Homework assignments (not counting the group project) are hour+ long videos that we have to do write-ups for. Oh my gosh, I cannot get over how difficult it is to coordinate scheduling to work on group projects, especially when everyone works and lives so far from each other! Commuter schools suck. Everyone here is miserable, and we all suffer together while hating each other for it.

Another one of my classes is a hybrid class – meaning we only meet once a week, and the rest of the work is done via discussion board on BlackBoard, or independent study. SOOOOOO much reading. I’m probably spending too much time thinking of what to respond to on the discussion boards. I actually want to put out quality work though, not just post things just to get a point for posting.

Finance. I don’t think I will ever truly understand those concepts. I just try to follow patterns in the computing of numbers. I have a terrible grasp on the value of the dollar.

I don’t mind my part-time job. It’s actually quite therapeutic for me. Commuting, though, takes time. Also stressing about long-term plans of working at this bakery…

One outlet for me has been playing ultimate frisbee. It’s fun, I’ve met some really great people, and it forces me to exercise. Again though, commuting is a killer.

I’m exhausted. All. The. Time. I should probably drop something, but I hate not following through on my commitments.

I seriously cannot wait for this semester to be over. I cannot wait to graduate. I’m done with school. If I ever get it into my crazy mind that graduate school is a good idea, someone please give me a big slap in the face. No more.

New Blog

So I totally failed at doing those cookie reviews like I said I would. I did try more cookies, I just didn’t write about them. Lacking discipline. Or maybe it just wasn’t interesting enough for me. Anyway, I’m starting a new blog dedicated to food stuff. If you care to follow, you can check it out here. I’ll still write here, but probably not as frequent, and more about boring life stuff. Ha! Peace!