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Posts Tagged ‘life’
I can’t believe it’s been this long since we spoke last. I’ve been getting crushed at work doing ‘complex’ mathematics (aka simple economics for non-liberal arts folk), coordinating a reception, overseeing Harvard recruiting and trying to live.
Also, I moved. Not excited. Lukewarm on the location, not jazzed about how the cards fell.
Did I mention I haven’t worked out in a few weeks? The summer body is dead, done and nail in the coffin. But I still need to fit my pants, so I will be putting in *some* effort.
But the real reason is that I didn’t have a fully functioning keyboard and I refuse to get a new computer just yet.
See you soon
Tags: life, stem cell research
via blue tea leaves
A three-day-old human embryo is a collection of 150 cells called a blastocyst. There are, for the sake of comparison, more than 100,000 cells in the brain of a fly. If our concern is about suffering in this universe, it is rather obvious that we should be more concerned about killing flies than about killing three-day-old human embryos… Many people will argue that the difference between a fly and a three-day-old human embryo is that a three-day-old human embryo is a potential human being. Every cell in your body, given the right manipulations, every cell with a nucleus is now a potential human being. Every time you scratch your nose, you’ve committed a holocaust of potential human beings… Let’s say we grant it that every three-day-old human embryo has a soul worthy of our moral concern. First of all, embryos at this stage can split into identical twins. Is this a case of one soul splitting into two souls? Embryos at this stage can fuse into a chimera. What has happened to the extra human soul in such a case? This is intellectually indefensible, but it’s morally indefensible given that these notions really are prolonging scarcely endurable misery of tens of millions of human beings, and because of the respect we accord religious faith, we can’t have this dialogue in the way that we should. I submit to you that if you think the interests of a three-day-old blastocyst trump the interests of a little girl with spinal cord injuries or a person with full-body burns, your moral intuitions have been obscured by religious metaphysics.
— Sam Harris, on stem cell research.
Re-blogged for scientific accuracy and for reason.
Lately, I have been taking too many grains of salt because life has kinda sucked. However, I’m taking some inventory and will resume my former relationship with alcohol, which can best be described by Georgina Sparks:
Now If you’ll excuse me I’m going to get drunk enough to make you all seem interesting
Tags: ch, comics, funny, life
via The Daily What
I had an AMAZING weekend. I went on a couple of ‘dates,’ saw the Halloween parade in the Village, found my new favorite club and fell in love with my gym.
The date situation was 50-50, but it felt good to at least go for it. The parade was super tame and family-friendly; yet there was a moment in Union Sq where I actually feared for my safety because of a group of actual hoodlums. Hell, even my body was sore from the gym and walking to several H&Ms. I also only got 4 hours of sleep.
Yet, I was peppy as shit at work, chatting it up and even didn’t mind staying late. I think if you saw me today, you would think ‘who da fuck is dis?’
Tags: healthcare, insurance, life
Life just got real. I was super excited about starting work, ending my weeks of lethargy, until life got real. too real.
In the mail they sent me a nice package from which I had to choose health insurance, dental and vision plans. Wait, what? I forgot that the real world means real life things like medical care, which is expensive, and figuring out what a deductible means.
Did you know that I now have to choose between a plan (the cheapest being ~$500/year) that’s only medical coverage membership and then paying for other expenses even after that (up to the deductible)? But then I realize that should I waive said coverage, I will be screwed if I ever get hospitalized (car accident, shanking, etc).
So I’m pretty sure that I’m going to pay that price as an insurance should I never want to spend a future on a broken, fractured or sprained anything. The upside is that dental coverage, which is separate, is actually pretty reasonable. But so long vision, I’m gonna squint till the day I die. Jk. But maybe next year.
Oh, and this reminds me to plug Michael Moore’s ‘Capitalism: A love story,’ which is an excellent movie about how ‘free market’ our society has become. Did you know companies often take out life insurance on their employees, the same companies that send you on business trips? You could be sent to your death and making the company a profit all at the same time! Ending cynical moment.
Tags: life, weight, who am i
I recently contacted my 9th grade English teacher, prompted by me having to sign into my old AOL account. That and being friended and counted by another teacher and former principal on Facebook prompted me to seek out a reunion of sorts. And guess what? It was great, but the question that always arises and angers me: how much weight did you lose?
And that question is always followed up with guess-timates that are usually never accurate or overrly exaggerated, which I guess should feel good. But for me, it doesn’t. Most of the people who lose a significant amount of weight have tried to do so, but for me it was not quite that simple. So I’m going to go into detail for maybe the first time for most people.
PRE MIDDLE SCHOOL
I was a fat baby, but which babies aren’t? And when I say fat, I don’t actually mean fat because I was no ‘Maury, I love my bahbee’ fat, but normal by baby standards – 8 lbs and 7 ounces. In any event, I was pretty lean my entire life from birth and on, and was actually on the skinnier side. I had one of those little boy with no muscle ‘six packs.’ Now my brother, he was actually ‘overweight.’
I was pretty physically active for all of these early years, playing soccer, football or any form of running game ‘hood kids play (tag, manhunt, you name it). Well that was until my brother got pissed of me hanging around with him and his friends, and said "You can’t live without going to ‘The Center’" suggesting that I couldn’t not be part of the local community center. I, of course, was offended because he always harped on how I spent so much time there – usually being active in some way.
BAM. It was a challenge, I ‘showed’ him by not going there almost two years…
Tags: broken friendships, college, friendships, high school, life, unforgivable
By now it is clear that I can’t, don’t and won’t follow the directions and name a favorite anything. But I’ll leave you with a progression of things.
In high school, I was obsessed with the following quote by Alphonse Karr:
The more things changes, the more they stay the same.
An obvious me quote. But it seems to still ring true. I went to college and became A LOT more optimistic (at least freshman year) and somewhat abandoned that quote. In it’s place, were quotes from my all time favorite youtube video, Unforgivable. I legitimately love these videos and find great pleasure in repeated them, and I’ve been told I do a great impression. And if I had to choose just one line, it would be….to hard to choose. So all of it. From start to finish. Videos #1, #2, #3 & #4.
Here are some other good gems:
“You never met me, you don’t know me, you haven’t been in my house, you don’t live with me, you don’t sleep with me, you don’t do shit with me, but talk about me. So watch what you say. That’s all, baby girl, that’s all I’m asking you is to watch what the fuck you say.” Whitney Houston, “Wendy Williams Experience”
The exposition for this quote is that it was the height of Whitney’s fuckery, the brink of her downfall. And I relate to it because it’s just so real. If you don’t know anything about someone but talk about them, you probably should watch what the fuck you say.
“Home is not where you live but where they understand you” – Christian Morgan
This quote recently hit home for me after college and the shambles of my friendship and state of being. Harvard did feel like home for a long time, and I had once felt a stronger connection it than my actual home. Yet, that last semester was so brutal and challenging that I began to understand this quote. It had always been an issue of people not “getting me.” But the last semester made it apparent that no one understand me any longer, or any more. I mean, yes, there are those that indeed understand me but a lot fewer than I had thought. Long story short, I returned from college very happy that I was in my home, in a place where I was the most understood.
“Sometimes when you win, you really lose, and sometimes when you lose, you really win, and sometimes when you win or lose, you actually tie, and sometimes when you tie, you actually win or lose. Winning or losing is all one organic mechanism, from which one extracts what one needs. ” – Gloria Clemente from White Men Can’t Jump
This entire quote will be a post later on, as it sums up all of college and those relevant years. Get ready for an epic post.