My spacebar broke in half on my lappy tappy computer pal. I know, I know, I'm too hard on it. Always popping away, well, fuck it. I can't write with that frustrating tidbit. I'll have to get used to this big monster if I want to get any work done at all, until maybe I can afford a new laptop. What do I have that I could sell? that's a prime question, it is.
my old desktop really wouldn't sell for shit anymore. unless one of you guys wants it? Its main feature is about 60 gigs of extremely well organized music. Umm I have the tower and the monitor, so you'd need your own keyboard and mouse. Wait! this isn't craigslist!
See, here's the thing, I recently found out that stasis is an illusion. I was thinking about zeno's paradox, and I realized it is actually not a problem with space and time, but a problem of stasis. When you freeze time an arrow in mid-flight appears to be still. But, in reality, nothing is ever still. Stillness doesn't exist in nature. We're made up of tiny atoms spinning constantly, and we're on top of planets doing the same, whirling around explosions that are constantly exploding.
So while I sit inside, reading, playing video games, whatever the hell I do with all my time, time is in fact passing, and nothing will stop it. So we're always moving, towards something, away from something. But our position on the path cannot be described as a point, but as a motion from one point to another. Have fun with that. I'm out.
my old desktop really wouldn't sell for shit anymore. unless one of you guys wants it? Its main feature is about 60 gigs of extremely well organized music. Umm I have the tower and the monitor, so you'd need your own keyboard and mouse. Wait! this isn't craigslist!
See, here's the thing, I recently found out that stasis is an illusion. I was thinking about zeno's paradox, and I realized it is actually not a problem with space and time, but a problem of stasis. When you freeze time an arrow in mid-flight appears to be still. But, in reality, nothing is ever still. Stillness doesn't exist in nature. We're made up of tiny atoms spinning constantly, and we're on top of planets doing the same, whirling around explosions that are constantly exploding.
So while I sit inside, reading, playing video games, whatever the hell I do with all my time, time is in fact passing, and nothing will stop it. So we're always moving, towards something, away from something. But our position on the path cannot be described as a point, but as a motion from one point to another. Have fun with that. I'm out.
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# posted by Max Roderick on Thursday, July 30, 2009 
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