Mutual Mucus

Morning phlegm. I think I induced my very own due to the exposure to everyone else's grotesque morning habits. 

"Must be the weather," I consoled myself. 
"GET IT OUT ALREADY," I responded with my own hog-like grunts. "Take that, you phlegmies." 

Upon writing this insignificant and obscenely put post, I discovered that "mucus" is spelled without the "o" when it is a noun, and it is spelled "mucous" when an adjective.

"Phlegm" is mistakenly spelled "flem." According to Urban Dictionary, the spelling of "flem" is a "common idiot misspelling of "phlegm."

Lesson: don't be that idiot who spells that beautiful word as "flem."



Sidenote, I also discovered that "Phlegm" is also 
"A cool aura surrounding a person. Most of the time a sense of confidence exuded from the person. Their talents bring out the best of his peers, and he is level headed easy to get a long with, and is renowned, as well as, successful. Even with his enviable good fortune other don't feel jealous, and support their developmental growth and good fortune.

Leroy: Man, don't you love being around Peter.
Anna: Yes, there is something around his Phlegm.
Leroy: Our group is making money hand over fist.
Anna: He really brings out the best of our team.
Leroy: His confidence is almost contagious."

Well then, does this reverse the whole unappealing factor of that morning mucus?

Take pride in your phlegm, that's all I'm saying. Woo me.

Credit to the Credits

I will not watch the movie, but I will gladly watch the introduction and closing credits.

Such examples:

Skyfall intro

The Series of Unfortunate Events closing credits
Ratatouille 

Skeletons of the Sea

She sells seashells by the seashore.

This is is personal testimony of a woman who hoards her collected seashells and is forced to rid herself of her precious-es.

As they are, almost a "Glass Menagerie," a display of reversed taxidermy - those seashells.

Mindful of Me

Sometimes my mind may be so far from me that I feel it not a part of me at all.

And at other times, it is the essence of my being.

Where is my mind; where am I, and am I with my mind? AND how is it possible that I am not with my mind at all?

Is it me?
Does it control me? Yes.
Can I control it? Yes.
But do I really?

Is it possible for my mind and self to be at the same place?

My mind can take me to the past. My mind can take me to a concocted future. My mind can plant memories of events that never happened. My mind can distract distressing events with preoccupations. My mind can take me to countries that never existed, meet fictional characters and conquer lands with charms and strength I do not have. My mind can get stuck on a cyclical repetition, never finding the answer.

My mind can be mindful of whatever it pleases, and yet those thoughts which are most troubling to me, those which are not pleasing but rather quite distressing, exacerbate my mind's peace. I can control. I cannot control. I cannot control the woes which consume me.

"Ideas have the power to change/move." whatever that quote of generalization is.

I would rather not think. I would rather not be consumed in a world of ideas. I would like to be totally and completely present, completely mindful of the tangibility of a human. A human who has mindful ideas, yes of course, but still the most real and attainable of any "idea."

I wish not to have been in idea. I wish to have been a living and breathing human. Important.

But I suppose that is where it all boils down to, what holds the most value. And one human cannot possibly compete with the ideas and beautiful mind of another human, now, can it!

I suppose "us humans" must apologize for our lack of absolute tangibility in comparison to the "tangible" ideas of others.

This is what you have read as my open book of pages no longer bound, fluttering about in the wind. Mist. Dust in the wind. Vapor. Time. As it is, just an idea.

Happy Pi Day!

Pi Day is my favorite holiday!
May your days be filled with non-sequentially infinite  decimal points!

Here's a sing-a-long for you.

My 8th grade exploits were definitely in sync with modern day pop culture.

This is what I studied that one boring Friday afternoon.

3.1415926535897932384626433832795028841971693993751058209749445923078164062862089986280348253421170679  
  8214808651328230664709384460955058223172535940812848111745028410270193852110555964462294895493038196  
  4428810975665933446128475648233786783165271201909145648566923460348610454326648213393607260249141273  
  724587006606315588174881520920962829254091715364367892590360011330530548820466521384146951941511609...

Good luck on your midterms, and always be prepared to entertain your mind when you are bored!  

Biblical muscle battles

Just so we're all clear, it was Moses who held either his hands or a staff above his head. As long as he did that, the Israelites were winning, if not, the Amalekites.

I thought about this yesterday as I lifted weights in the underground gym as a last effort and attempt to work on my Spring Break "bod."

The Amalekites just might have won yesterday.

Humans Incarnate

What are you afraid of?

And what are you made of?