Category Archives: Musings

Random musings.


I miss hating people. Now all I have is contempt. Contempt is boring.


Posted by on Tue, 05/Jun/2012 in Musings



The Truth

It’s not that we can’t reach the truth; we’d just never know it if we did.


Posted by on Tue, 08/May/2012 in Musings, Thoughts


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There are a lot of people in this world, and yet sadly they are mostly the same. It’s difficult to be different in such a world. It doesn’t matter what you do but rather what makes you do it; you don’t choose your motivations, and if you try to change them something motivates you to do so, and this ambition is not one you picked. There are very few people who are truly unique – they are not extraordinarily smart or pretty, but simply more interesting. They didn’t do anything to become what they are, they did not choose to be so. They were led to it, by things out of their control; and yet, they are different and I am not.
Person A cannot become person B, he can only become a person who wants to be person B, and rarely does this mean actually being that. In my case, it doesn’t.

Don’t get me wrong; it would be nice to be smart or pretty, but that’s just not my main concern.

Oh, and I’m still alive.


Posted by on Sat, 28/Apr/2012 in Musings


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Share a memory about the house in which you grew up

I read stupid Plinky e-mails.


Posted by on Thu, 16/Feb/2012 in Musings



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Have you ever seen this symbol, or the likes of it? 0, Ø, ø, ∅, ⌀, Ф, Φ, θ? Each time looking exactly the same but meaning something else? Have you ever cracked your head over what the fuck is going on here?

Well… I guess you probably haven’t. But Hell, this is my blog, so I’m gonna explain this crap.

Ø – a letter that appears in Danish, Faroese, Norwegian and Southern Sami languages. Also used in German-speaking countries as an average value.

ø – close-mid front rounded vowel, whatever the fuck that means. (Bear in mind that Wikipedia, for some reason, directs you from ø to Ø).

∅ – the sign for an empty set in Set Theory. Also used as zero in linguistics (an interesting article, I recommend it).

⌀ – the sign for diameter.

0Slashed Zero, used to distinguish it from the letter O. (I can see a minor flaw in this idea, can’t you?)

Ф, Φ, θ – similar looking yet different letters.

  • Ф / ф, the Cyrillic letter corresponding to “f” or “ph”
  • Φ / φ, the Greek letter phi, corresponding to “f” or “ph”
  • Θ / θ, the Greek letter theta, corresponding to “th”

Info taken from here & here. For some reason, Wikipedia points out the difference between ø and Ø in the disambiguation page, but not in anywhere else.

Hope I helped.

I just found out that the empty set symbol is also used as a symbol for neutrois people.

I like this sign.


Posted by on Sat, 28/Jan/2012 in Musings


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Appreciation Of My English Teacher

My English teacher gave us a book report for the summer, about ‘The Adventures of Ulysses’.

Here follows one of the many, many ‘questions’ about the book – there are a few for each chapter, and some chapters are so short he had no idea what to ask about them, as can be seen below:

1. Draw a picture of the sirens, and colour it in. Choose a quotation from the story and write it under the picture.

(Bolding by your humble servant)

YES. Colour it in. That’s part of the task.

I feel appreciated, you know?


Posted by on Sat, 27/Aug/2011 in Musings


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What we are

The reason I was kind of neglected by (from?) writing about ideas like pride is that I have too many things to say, and I don’t know how to say it all or how to summarise it all in one post. It requires too much organising, and I am a slacker. So, instead of trying to remember all the things I have ever thought about the subject, I decided to write what comes to my head now, and if or when I feel I should add to what I wrote today, I’ll write another post. Perhaps I’d have a few series, one for each idea (such as pride). But we’re not yet there, I’m afraid.

Like most, I dislike pride. Not because it’s stupid – yes, it’s very stupid, and circumstantial, but if you go down that rabbit hole you just realise everything is meaningless and circumstantial and blah blah blah. We love people we could have hated and hate people we could have loved in other lives, but that’s true about everything. We love people, as far as I understand it, because we like being with them – and ultimately, that’s what’s important. We feel proud because we can, and it’s a good feeling. I dislike pride when someone feels it as a counterpart to shame, because they feel that if they’re not ashamed by it they should be proud.

There’s nothing wrong with being black, or gay, or yada yada yada. There’s nothing good about it, too. But everyone tries to be so politically fucking correct that even saying that simple, honest statement sounds wrong. Of course there’s nothing good about it, I believe no one would object me saying that black or gay people aren’t better than white or straight people – but saying anything which is not pro-gay or pro-black doesn’t sound politically correct. But criticising what has become of political correction is not my point.

If you want to be be proud of who you are, even though who you are is no better than other people, it’s okay. But if your skin or sexual attraction is a major part of who you are, you’re fucking stupid. There’s nothing wrong with that either; I just dislike it. Makes me nauseous.


I don’t think it’s stupid to think a lot about your sexual attraction. It’s just that, the way I see it, it’s just something you are given, like skin. Of course, your personality is something you are given too, and it’s important to understand that, and that’s why pride is stupid in any way.

All the primal parameters that made us what we are were not in our control. What we are is our sexual attraction, our looks, our intelligence, our personality. Again, even though we don’t have any reason to be proud of who we are, because the creation of ourselves was outside of our control, I guess it’s okay to decide to be proud of it. It doesn’t really make you stupid to include your sexual attraction in who you are, I just don’t like it when people attribute to sexual attraction (or sex) too much meaning – but because I think everything is meaningless, it doesn’t really matter. It’s just that the only thing I attribute meaning to in who I am is my personality. Not even my intelligence.

I guess this is what it all comes to – I dislike it when people attribute meaning to their sexual attraction, looks, intelligence, or anything about them but their personality.

‘But these things are connected!’

NO! Really? You don’t need to be too smart to understand that they’re also separated. Gee…
Not well written, not well organised. It’s nine AM and I haven’t went to bed yet. Live with it (if any of you is still out there).


Posted by on Sat, 13/Aug/2011 in Musings


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The Adventures of… Ulysses?

Who the fuck is Ulysses, and since when is he ‘the greatest hero the world has ever known’?

Well, a quick check in Wikipedia answered me: Ulysses is the Latin name of Odysseus. Well, that’s not entirely true; my father told me that, and I checked it disbelievingly in Wikipedia afterwards, only to discover that my dad was, as usual, correct.

I don’t know about you, but I’m more familiar with Odysseus than with… What was that again? Ulysses?, which is a new name for me (a most provocative punctuation, I am aware). My dad told me quite a bit about the Odyssey and the Iliad, the Hebrew translations of which are a few feet away from me as we speak (not a good timing for that expression), and I even watched an Arthur episode about a D.W. version of said Odyssey (there is a reason why it is called the Odyssey and not the Ulyssey!).

You may ask yourself, at this point (insert a traditional ‘Yeah, right’ here), ‘Well then, where have you come across the name “The Adventure of Ulysses”, and where is he referred to as “the greatest hero the world has ever known”?’. A very good question indeed, my dear reader!

The faithful readers among you, who leave(s) sarcastic comments just as faithfully, may remember my beloved English teacher, to whom I referred in here, and with whom I have a most complicated love-hate relationship. When I say a love-hate relationship, I don’t, very surprisingly, mean a hate relationship – but a love-hate relationship. You see, while he (O, the chauvinist of me! Why do I assume he is a guy? O, wait, I know he is. But believe me, ma’ ladies, he’s not a great loss) encourages me to read and write (as is seen in the previous link), he also requires either answering very stupid questions about what I need to read, or demand to include many stupid elements in what I need to write, respectively. By himself, he is very dull, well read, boring, most American (no offense to the Americans out there, I just find you very stupid) entity, but as I previously said in here – I don’t love or hate people because of who they are, but because of what they make me feel – and he both makes me happy because he makes me read and write, and makes me most annoyed because I need (ha ha, ‘need’) to deal with his stupid requirements.

Anyhow, the summer assignment he gave us was to read The Adventures of(sneaking a peak at the book besides me)… Ulysses, by… Bernard Evslin? Who? Don’t tell me even Homer has a Latin name? No, the Romans wouldn’t have given him such a Modern name. So who the Hell is this guy who supposedly wrote the Odyssey?

My valued friend Wikipedia helped me to solve this query once again. Apparently, he is a ‘Greek Mythology Adaptor’, which means I’m not even reading some Latin version of the Odyssey, but some stupid adaption of the Odyssey! What a great disgrace! During the book, the author even mentions that the story happened three thousand years ago! O, the shame, and I thought I was about to read a real classic.

Well, the prologue resembles that of the Odyssey Hebrew translation as I recall it. Maybe it won’t be that bad! I can’t fall asleep anyway, I thought, maybe it would help me a little bit. Boring books make you tires, and excellent books make you a bit weary.

After a few quite-interesting pages (fourteen, to be exact), I suddenly remembered my English teacher sent us a few questions about the book. Well, I’ll take a peek, I was thinking.

1. What is the name of the sea in which most of the Greek islands are located?
2. How did it get its name?
3. In which present-day land was Troy located?
4. In which present-day land did the Ciconians live?
5. In which present-day land did the Lotus Eaters live?
6. What is the present-day name of the island where Circe lived?
7. What is the name of the body of water where Scylla lived that separates present-day Sicily from Italy?
8. What is the name of the island where Calypso lived?

Aaaaaaaaaaaah! The Horror!  But that’s not the end. Each chapter has a set of similar questions. For instance:

1. List three advantages and three disadvantages of Greek ships during in Ulysses’s time.
2. What was a major cause of problems for the Greeks returning home after the Trojan War?
3. Explain what you think the author meant by the last sentence in this chapter (p. 3)?
4. Keep this in mind as you read the story: As a leader, Ulysses never asks his men to do something he wouldn’t do. This was considered to be an important (and typical) quality of leaders in ancient Greece. Choose any adventure that illustrates this quality of leadership on the part of Ulysses.
5. Keep this in mind as you read the story: Fate and destiny play a large role in Greek mythology and Greek heroic sagas. Choose any adventure or something someone says that illustrates this.

You know what that means? That after every three fucking pages (the chapters are really short) I need to take a break and answer like five stupid questions. How can you can you enjoy reading like that? Maybe you can, but I find it extremely difficult to luxuriate in a book like that.

You’re probably thinking I’m just whining. You know what? I am. It’s six o’clock in the morning and I haven’t fallen asleep yet, I have about a million stupid questions to answer while reading the Adventure of What’s His Face, and I need to wake up in three hours, get ready, and take the train of nine forty-nine to Tel Aviv and wonder about there with friends all day – which is fun, but a bit hard when you slept three hours the previous night. I guess I could grab a bite. O, wait, it’s the ninth day of Av. I’m fasting.

No, I’m not depressed, just wanted to blubber a little bit. To those of you who wonder, yes. I did lose it. It’s none of your business, though.

Anyway, I recommend reading the Odyssey or some adaption of it, in any language you fancy. It’s supposed to be a great story, as you probably know, and so far this adaption doesn’t disappoint, even though I’d prefer to read the original story.

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Posted by on Tue, 09/Aug/2011 in Musings


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SinFest Saturday

SinFest Saturday ^^

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Posted by on Sat, 30/Jul/2011 in SinFest



SinFest Saturday

Well, it’s time for another SinFest Saturday!

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Posted by on Sat, 23/Jul/2011 in SinFest