I love the manifold depths of field here.
Now you see the way I understand what I see.*
*And I don’t mean metaphorically or anything. For anyone who might not know, I have strabismus, which basically means I’m cross-eyed & have no depth perception. I know what 3D is, but I can’t see in it. My brain tells distances by relative size, layering, shadows, etc. Everything looks to me like this photo looks to you, or so I’m told. But I don’t think of it as a huge deal. It might even make me more creative than I’d be otherwise, who knows. Just informing.
Life is difficult lately. I am so tired.
Smart comedy” doesn’t mean that it will make you smarter, but rather that it actually took some intelligence to create. What makes the NBC comedy so great is that week after week it features lines, jokes and situations that not only make the audience howl with laughter, but make your jaw drop in awe at the creativity and wit of the writers (not to mention every episode is densely layered, which makes each one infinitely rewatchable). The only explanation for the lack of viewership is that people aren’t watching television to be entertained anymore; they’re simply watching it as a diversion.
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What The Community Hiatus Says About The Current World Of Television (via robot-heart)
…Or that some of us who care deeply about smart comedy are twenty- & thirty-somethings who have to watch our shows online because we work multiple jobs & life is kinda crazy & it’s next to impossible to be on the couch at 6:59 every Thursday night. Can somebody please update the ratings system for the 2010’s? Because I don’t know if you know this, but media has changed, is changing. There is a thing now called the Internet. And I will happily go out of my way to watch my shows through sanctioned, ratings-compatible sites or whatever, but you gotta work with me where my generation is, make our viewership count too.
(via velocipedestrienne)
Me & my familiar.
This could explain SO MUCH.
Attempting to force oneself onto daytime society’s schedule with DSPS has been compared to constantly living with 6 hours of jet lag; the disorder has, in fact, been referred to as “social jet lag”.
Often, sufferers manage only a few hours sleep a night during the working week, then compensate by sleeping until the afternoon on weekends. Sleeping in on weekends, and/or taking long naps during the day, may give people with the disorder relief from daytime sleepiness but may also perpetuate the late sleep phase.
People with DSPS can be called extreme night owls. They feel most alert and say they function best and are most creative in the evening and at night. DSPS patients cannot simply force themselves to sleep early. They may toss and turn for hours in bed, and sometimes not sleep at all, before reporting to work or school.
DSPS patients who have tried using sedatives at night often report that the medication makes them feel tired or relaxed, but that it fails to induce sleep. They often have asked family members to help wake them in the morning, or they have used several alarm clocks.
Sleep deprivation does not reset the circadian clock of DSPS patients, as it does with normal people. People with the disorder who try to live on a normal schedule cannot fall asleep at a “reasonable” hour and have extreme difficulty waking because their biological clocks are not in phase with that schedule.
What’s the difference between this & a collection of bad habits running amok under a weak will? I admit to being wary of newer diagnoses like this. BUT this is an uncannily exact description of my life. See and see and see and see and see?
So, I’ve been thinking (for years), and here’s what I really want to do with my life: I want to become a chandelier maker. I’m not kidding. I really do. I have ideas for chandeliers ALL THE TIME. I want to take a metal working class. And then a glass working class. And then set up my little studio. And then get to work. And begin to amaze people, make their lives beautiful with works of light & color & glass. And they will pay me, and I can travel & help people & do art. But unless I find a million dollar bill on the ground tomorrow, I’m not sure how that would even happen. Can I be that resourceful & dedicated? Can I get by in the meantime? Is it enough? Must THINK. And work.
each holding the distilled essence of a significant moment in my life till now. Because I wish I could return to them & taste them for all they really were, every nuance & color & feeling. Faces & voices, the ambient sounds & scents. Gestures, the specific density of the air, the varying intensities of light. Everything that flashed by half-noticed at the time. They were important moments, and I miss them.