Monday, January 28, 2019

Redemption of self after college. Distance from the classroom. And subtle rambling

The blank page of this document is startling. I wish there were lines or something else to cover up this bright whiteness. Well, there, these words are making it appear a bit more tolerable.

I am a bit disappointed that I won't be able to take any classes this semester but this is probably for the best. These are an experience of the past and with my graduation being just around the corner, they can not continue for much longer. Still though, my love for learning makes it hard to distance from a classroom, even though most of the learning I have retained in life has been from my own experiences outside of the classroom, I still cling to it like an oyster and his shell. I enjoy the college fear of speaking out in seminars, the emotions of people willing to lash out at any moment. The classroom for these last couple of years has been less of a place of learning and more a ring for boxing, with ideas of course. Most of the time I did not speak my ideas that I had about things like Foucault's biopower or how to effectively fix gender inequality. No, for the most part I stayed silent in class and instead of speaking, pondered how animalistic we are. Not barbaric, no, barbarism would imply that we are still human, no. I really do mean close to animals in communication, emotions, computation of emotions and so an and so forth. This was a large takeaway from my last 3 and a half years of classes.

College turns anyone from a gifted soul to a soulless tool. In the US system, teachers are held to impossible standards, only to increase the bredth of their topics almost endlessly, while showing the students just how pliable the will of an academic is. And don't get me started on scientific journals, publishing companies, and the like. They are Newspeak, and unfortunately for them, people will never speak like that garbage. At first I liked scientific papers, or I forced myself to, so that I could get through these last couple of years. In normal circumstances I would not have let myself been so pushed around but because of my tumultuous experiences in late highschool, my fathers pressure, and my want to honor my mother, I put through with it and all the tower climbing that came with it. Now though, As I finish up my final semester, I'm ready to change positions from defensive to offensive. This, I believe, is important in life. If you can change and understand how and why you change you can maker better and more informed decisions. This is why I can not stand the "stock market". The stock market, even with all the information that is about how to read it, understand it, and predict it, still continues to misguide our society. People, even the best, fall again and again on blatant chance with their money and I think that this fucks up our culture. There are many guys (especially in the mgtow movement) who are obsessed with crypto currency and trading stocks, investing yada yada yada. What I'm interested in is What the fuck do you plan to do with the money afterwords? Great, perhaps you can make good money through these, dare I say, very far removed from reality decisions, that somehow impact our entire economy, but then what is the goal? To continue to overload our culture with useless spending, fried food, clogged arteries, fake tits and gas guzzling engines. That's not freedom to me, that's just Vanity Fair, a disgusting array of worldly pleasures that satisfy our fears. This comes from a severe lack of self-assessment and possibly regret. I don't have a solution to fix this other than, people learning how to fit time into their lives for processing and reflection. Without it there is a possibility that we all will suffer.

Sunday, January 27, 2019

Entering the flow state. Methods of blogging. And Making Space for Ones Livelihood.

January 20th 2019.

Sometimes I feel so high without even smoking anything. Sitting and using all of this technology, it mocks my intelligence. Like I'm schitzophrenic with all of this information. I don't know how smart a high IQ is for you anymore because it'll just block out your own narrative. I get so high when I'm flowing in my narrative. It's a warm feeling that starts in my ass and moves up my spine to the top of my head. So good. Like someones pouring hot coffee down my back. Not very hot coffee. More like luke warm coffee. People like my thoughts though, regardless of how I beat myself over my perfectionism, people genuinly want to be in contact me but in a different way. That's why I wanted to start Tim's E Capsule. To help me isolate my voice but in the process also share it with those who are interested. It's not an imitation game. It is a place for me to be myself in basic form. Like being high in public and its ok. That's what Tim's E Capsule is or actually, that's what I want it to be. Like being content and very stoned in public. I think that I am Rated R So I want to put that up on the site as well to make sure people understand what's the nature of the beast here, this is not something that you should let ittt bitty children read because that's not what Tim's E Capsule is about. Maybe if something is written here and you want to share it with your child than that's up to you but I can't be responsible for that action. I mean like, this is me just using the internet at its full capacity, in its full greatness. We wouldn't want to see only half of mike tyson fight in the ring now would we? This is full bodied spirit of a cigar of myself in writing, art, symbols, and induced visualizations or however the ideas jump from me to my audience. But yes, the e capsule has been a project in the works of mine for ahwile and I think it's because many people pushed this on me but I don't think that when people came to me with the idea I was really ready. People can see potential but they can never know what it's like to be in that persons body. One think I needed was the flow state. Without flow state I have just loose pieces of a mirror floating in an endless ocean and my fear is a prison. This is important from time to time I think. Especially when you don't feel like yourself. I struggled with this a lot. A lot. A lot. A lot. And I can't really explain why because I have gotten better I think (haha yeah you have motherfucker) but time is always there. But it's coming along. slowly but surely the network is expanding beyond my mother and her basement! How can I end this note. hmmm. I don't really know. Seems tough I think. to start this one off as a really big filler for the beginning of the notes section of the website (which is how I want to do my blog posts). This isn't because I want to use notes to justify sloppiness it's more comfortable for me to express my thoughts like this because my mind naturally moves towards intense analyzation that needs a rock solid philosophy. I don't want blogs to be like that. More fluffy and soft like the wings of... what was the one pokemon with the super fluffy wings.. I'll look it up. His name is swablu. Yes like a swablu I want my blogs to be like