Our mind can control our narrative. [Repost]

I have been watching a little bit of Waking Life when the ability to create is in our mind was discussed. Crazy idea how there is a vast media of story telling where many prefer a visual, say movies and such, but then there are some that believe literature is better. With movies we already have the one eye and how we see this story as it is or as someone else had imagined before but had created a visual. However, when we write something or start a story by saying something like "A witch runs into a knight" we can make something up in what can be like our own free will in our minds. Right off the back, we can even render this ambiguously: a witch runs into AND KNOCK HEADS WITH a knight, or to confront. In our minds, it is flexible, tangible, and even lucid. It is not until we put it to a visual for everyone to see the same thing that it is stripped of it's power; the full effect of story-telling becomes less affective. I am not saying that movies aren't amazing or great, but just that we as a society don't realize the potential and power of our minds. There were times when movies were people recollecting stories of the past from one generation to another. In our minds, we are able to create a vast pane of imagery where we can size-up, change, or color whatever we chose.

This got me to thinking, what if as a series of "paintings," you put a few words in a frame and let the mind paint whatever it likes? It could be part of an exhibit that focuses on the mind. I am sure this has been done--perhaps--but the idea of it is still fascinating to me. I here then leave a few "paintings" for you. What images go through your mind when you read these? Enjoy.



Seems like I am the only one who puts pictures up. Sorry, if it takes up all the room and such. I will limit myself after this.

It is 11:12 as I type this...there's your wish, Alex.

Did your sister just steal our 11:11 thunder? With the case of Chermps rules, I hope she looks at the clock after and her wish just drifts away. Maybe that's why she has all these 11:11 issues. Now, I am starting to feel bad because what if she made a wish the other night and thought, "Why aren't my wishes coming true?" It is because:

1. You are stealing the 11:11 thunder.
2. You are abusing the 11:11 thunder.
3. You keep looking back at the clock.
4. You are stealing the 11:11 thunder.

Maybe, the "looking back" rule is true. Maybe, I am superstitious? 333. 4's won't sell.

Moral of the story: Don't steal the 11:11 thunder.

I'm not sure what to call this one

I just had the craziest and most deep conversation I have ever had with my sister. This was on the phone just a few minutes ago. We talked about how I thought Cedar City was just this tiny town. Where all the businesses are run by the students that go there. That every student runs one of the businesses accept for the teachers and faculty of Southern Utah University. Not one other person lived there but them. Then we talked about dogs and how much I love dogs now. But when I was younger I didn't have a dog or any animals really. So I never knew what it was like to love animals like most other people. And now that I love animals so much, it is strange to look back and think how much different it was in life not having that great feeling for animals. To know the love between them was magic. Then my sister and I talked about kids. And I reminisced about how every time I talk to people who have kids, every single word they say and every thing about their lives makes me not want to have kids more and more. The things that do it the most, are when people tell me stories about their kids and it's just a normal day for them, that just seals the deal for me. Absolutely no kids coming from me ever. Not now, not then, NOT LATER; NOT NEVER GONNA HAVE KIDS. NOT EVER. YOU HEAR ME. AS NOT "GOD" AS MY WITNESS. I - WILL - NEVER -EVER - HAVE - KIDS.

Growing up with my sister moving out and getting married when I was, I never really got to get to know her. She moved out of the house when she was 18, later she married, and moved 30 minutes south of where I live. So I didn't see her as much as my other siblings so I didn't get the normal sibling relationship I had with the others. Just the day to day interactions of being brother and sister and brother and brother and sister and sister. But now I am older and I have better social skills than I used to and I know how to learn more about my sister and I finally feel like we have a stronger relationship with one another. It is like getting a new sister after over two decades of knowing the person, but not really knowing the person.

Marketing & MW3

I just thought of the most genius marketing campaign for Modern Warfare 3. I don't know if you ever notice, but you see a lot of the time that the release of really massive games like Halo and Call of Duty team up with 7-11 and other businesses alike. With the launch of the Halo games, they had cups at 7-11's. MW3 needs to team up with 7-11 to have a coffee drink with a cup that says "stay frothy". I win marketing. Stay Frothy.

Jesus Camp

I was just thinking that I have been to a Jesus Camp. I started to freak out that I have gone through something like that. When I was 14 I went to EFY. EFY stands for Especially for Youth. That is a one week of these trips you take to a college somewhere usually in Utah or close surrounding states. At the college, you have a dorm room with one other same sex person. You have different activities and you talk about the church a lot. It's a whole five day week where you are in church mood 24 hours a day. That fucking FREAKS me out. How messed up is that? On top of that, it is a boot camp for training for missionaries. It is replicating a similar life to that of a missionary. You have one companion and you talk about the church all day long. I was a part of that. I was in training to be a missionary. And now I absolutely hate that. And now it's even harder to have to look back to my past in horror. Now I realize how much my past has fucked me up, and it just freaks me out and gives me nightmares thinking about it. It forever haunts me thinking about it. This may not make much sense to those of you not born into religion, but if you could try to step in to that mentality right now you can get a glimpse of what how much of a burden religion is to those you fall away from it and come to terms of reality.