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Monday, September 29, 2014

Woody Allen's book is haunted I tell you. Haunted.

I read a passage about transubstantiation. The idea of dematerializing and rematerializing somewhere else in the world.

And I posted a quote about transubstantiation last night:

"… transubstantiation, the process whereby a person will suddenly dematerialize and rematerialize somewhere else in the world. This is not a bad way to travel, although there is usually a half-hour wait for luggage. The most astonishing case of transubstantiation was that of Sir Arthur Nurney, who vanished with an audible pop while he was taking a bath and suddenly appeared in the strings section of the Vienna Symphony Orchestra. He stayed on as the first violinist for twenty-seven years, although he could only play “Three Blind Mice,” and vanished abruptly one day during Mozart’s Jupiter Symphony, turning up in bed with Winston Churchill."

During the night I had a dream of kissing a giraffe.

The next day one girl liked the quote, and when I visited her page it showed a picture of her kissing a giraffe.

Coincidence? or did I actually experience transubstantiation?


Plato makes out with a giraffe

A dream where I made out with a giraffe... This was so awkward and strange and disturbing in so many ways.  A giraffe just suddenly came up to me and starting kissing me on the lips. Its face was satisfied. I couldn't believe it.

Prior to this whole incident I remember in my dream going to a Japanese restaurant to see my mother's acquaintance, who was off to Japan, then walking outside on a whim with my plate and seemed to forget my water bottle. Then I walked into a movie theater that had a small screen but they were playing the news. It seemed more of a large conference room than a theater. The audience, dressed in business casual attire, were watching the screen, losing interest. 


I looked up some meanings for seeing giraffes in my dreams and most say that it's the idea of needing to "reach out" more in life. But perhaps I dreamed of giraffes from my hours of studying Plato and his entire concept of the myth of Er, the throne of necessity, where people have the option to choose to be reborn as either a human or an animal in the afterlife. Damn it, Plato! And the idea of the people watching the screen represents the Allegory of the Cave, where we are being manipulated to believe that this news is what's most important and nothing else! Or perhaps this whole dream came from reading Woody Allen's obscure chapter on transubstantiation.

But the whole idea of kissing a giraffe... was something way out of the ordinary.

Sunday, September 28, 2014

Back at the dorm.

Ugh I'm craving some curry and ramen and halal again.

This place has none of that.

The closest ramen you could get here is instant, cup ramen. And we all know that stuff is the worst health-wise.

The struggle is real.




Saturday, September 27, 2014

And the clock strikes four in the morning.

Ah, the time of the night where I would usually be in deep sleep.

The city is dark and quiet.

Devoid of sound.

I shut my textbook and all the study guides for the night.

The city is all the same, but it's nice to be back and finally see some life and color. It's nice to be in my room again. It's nice to be with my mom again. It's nice to sleep in my bed again. It's nice to finally relish some only-in-NY food. It's nice to...

uh..

too sleepy

good night.

Friday, September 26, 2014

Jeter etches a surreal afterglow to his teammates and fans from eight to 80 and beyond.

Thursday, September 25, 2014

Under the Lights and Sell-Out Crowd, The Yankee Shortstop Ends a Career Worth Remembering

He ends his last game as a Yankee in the Bronx with a walk-off single. A perfect set-up to end not only a game, but Derek Jeter's last game as a shortstop at Yankee Stadium. And he did it himself.

He starts with an RBI double in the bottom of the first, collects another in the seventh and slaps the ball the other way in the bottom of the 9th for a game-winning walk-off single, turning Robertson's blown save into the "best blown save."

For twenty seasons, Jeter has always been with Yankees, played shortstop and worn the number 2. He has never been called out of a game.

Tonight, at the stadium, it was his last time in pinstripes. The last time Bob Sheppard announced his name at-bat. The last time Yankee fans got to witness a finale so grand and spectacular.

"It feels like being in your own funeral," Jeter says. "People giving you praise, compliments and admirations. Of course I appreciate them all but at the same time it feels like a part of you is dying if you know what I mean."

Jeter admits he almost broke down to tears at certain times during the game.

"Throughout the game I thought: please don't hit it to me I don't know what's going to happen," he says. "... Had it ended the way it was, I don't how I was going to react. I would've broken into tears. But now that we won this way, I'm excited. Sorry."

When asked about what made him feel the most emotional, he refers to the fans.

"They're all saying 'Thank you, Jeter', but I want to tell them, 'For what?' I'm just trying to do my job. But it means so much.

"The feeling when people say things to you, whether it's at second or the dugout, is when I really get emotional."

During the end of the game, in addition to his current teammates, members of the core four, Mariano Rivera, Jorge Posada, Andy Pettitte, along with Bernie Williams, Tino Martinez and Joe Torre, were on the field congratulating Jeter for a tremendous career in baseball.

Jeter chooses to play in Fenway for the final upcoming games, respecting not only the rivalry but also the fans who want to see him play for the last time.

"Shortstop was his office," Jack Curry says. "[Tonight] he was closing the door to his office."
Back for the Jewish New Year. Thank god I got the whole two seats for myself on the bus. While on the bus I stared at the passing scenery. Leaves, trees, and cars. I thought about love. Nobody knew what anyone was thinking until someone said something. Unless people had mind-reading powers. Isn't it silly, then? If a couple secretly liked each other but they could never know because both were too shy to admit it.

As soon as I set foot in NYC the pace of the pedestrians was a thousand times more fast than upstate. Now this was more like it. I easily blended in with the traffic.

Yesterday I went bowling with friends. 7$ unlimited games, including shoes. from 9pm-12am.