Thursday, June 2, 2011
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Genghis Khan - The Inquisitor of Carnage; more to come!
Genghis Khan
“Temujin”
c. 1160 – 1227
The Inquisitor of Carnage
“It is not sufficient that I succeed; all others must fail.”
*Founder of the most over-arching, contiguous land-empire*
Genghis Khan: A name that shall forever echo in eternity; existential reverberation, prominence. A reign spanning twenty-five years; unparallel infamy, not even that of the romans was so inequitable, so omnipotent; an unbridled wrath enveloped him holistically. Temujin’s unbridled wrath eternally altered the core-lineage of centralized Asia . The reformation of Mongolia
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Perception VS. Definition
The ability to conceptualize may be, at face value, unhindered, however one's respective ideologies are continually mutated; realism, empathy - definitive or relative?
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Math Class, How Boring...
Constantly (continually; at all times), I am bombarded with an influx of information; infinite, on-going analysis; mind racing; akin to a slide show. Present in body, absent of mind. Habitual (and uncontrollable) filtering of trivial information (or, rather, information that is perceived as trivial). And, in retrospect, such information carries no significant meaning. Information that is, ultimately, devoid of purposeful application.
All "knowledge", simply stated, should be considered as quantified memorization of facts. It (being knowledge) reveals little information dealing with a specific person's faculties of logical (and abstract) reasoning.
All "knowledge", simply stated, should be considered as quantified memorization of facts. It (being knowledge) reveals little information dealing with a specific person's faculties of logical (and abstract) reasoning.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Distortion
Detached; withdrawn from one's physiological integument. Existing within an abstract realm; shrouded from societal norms, an existential entropy, akin to spiritual disjunction; reformatted to exist parallel to humanity, but continually cognitive of a self within one-self. Shrouded; an overcoat disguises in-genuine action. The insanity (man?) beneath the mask. He acknowledges no boundary, however, ignorance of such a rift is falsified; distortion.
Monday, February 7, 2011
An Affliction; An Intimate Tour Through Self-Examination.
Throughout my childhood (and regrettably even to this day) I was continually (more or less) forced to "dumb down" my expansive vocabulary, as well as my desired topics of conversation in an effort to meet the comprehensible capacities of my peers. I never truly experienced over-whelming levels of trouble "fitting in" socially, as I've had a plethora of friends (more so during my early-childhood, as of now I am more of a recluse, unfortunately), however, all of my actions (and even some friendships) hinted (at least to me) of artificiality and superficiality. I could readily enjoy the simplistic companionship of almost any decent, genuine person, but it was (and still, to this day, is) exceptionally rare to find someone whom I could honestly connect with on an intellectual level. To this date, I've only found, perhaps, a few individuals to whom I can ascribe this characteristic to, and even with them I sometimes cannot cognitively share a true understanding of the world. I always feel as though I'm pretending, projecting an outward facade towards others while simultaneously betraying my inner-self.
My first, seemingly overbearing, bout with depression came (roughly) at the age of 16 or 17, conveniently placed, approximately, at the time that I truly began to become disillusioned to the reality of the commonality that I was assimilating into. The whole of my friends and peers were complacent with schooling, as well as their teenage lives and were preparing to blissfully attend college, but I couldn't help but query about the absurdity of the societal systems that they were buying into, and the mundane outlook pertaining to the following of the beaten path. (No, I'm not an anarchist despite how these ravings may sound). I couldn't help but yearn for something contrary to the norm, something.....more abstract? Nobody understood; humanity cannot..or, rather, refuses to even begin to fathom that which I am speaking of. Society attributes my alternative, "deviant" attitudes towards life and society to a more base, trivial set of emotions such as: laziness, or fear of peaking in terms of maturity. I have now developed an overbearing existential anxiety, which has perpetually wound its way into the majority of my worldly laments, and is one of the main afflictions that still plagues me obstinately.
I feel as if I cannot continue "lying" to myself of the true relevance (or lack thereof) of my menial existence. I feel as though I can penetrate through the overarching veil of reality whereas others cannot, and view life as it truly is: a maddening array of paradoxes, ultimately pointless; futile on the cosmic scale. Nothing that I partake in has any true consequence. I am, seemingly, just living (or, more fittingly, proceeding) through a series of arbitrary distractions that I fabricate in order to ineffectively galvanize my mind and body whilst I parade towards the inevitable, ultimate finality of death.
I also feel that my intelligence is faltering (in a sense). It vexes me exceedingly. I'm unsure of whether the underlying cause is simply the lack of "exercise" that my mind has been stimulated with as of late,or the psycho chemical effects of the depression that has enveloped me. Intermittently it feels as though my brain has released an "emotional opiate" intended to alleviate the psychological turbulence within, and it negates/inhibits my critical thinking capacities (my oh-so cherished ability to think analytically and act based upon the premise of deductive reasoning) in an unsuccessful attempt to prevent me from further analyzing my problems and, thus, perpetuating the grief. I don't believe that there is much worth available to me through therapy (I'm discouraged at the possibility of some form of psycho-therapy).
I suppose that, to a point, people with higher intelligences are able to "solve" more of life's quandaries, hardships, unforeseen predicaments, etc. And, thus, have "happier" lives (possessing greater wealth, cushier jobs, more spacious housing arrangements, and many of the other pillars of what is, in the general consensus of a capitalist society, considered to be a "good" and desirable life), but at some point, elevated to the peak of the intelligence scale where few are able to claim position, that positive linear correlation between IQ and happiness simply drops off into oblivion, for people of that caliber seem to simply perceive the world through different means. At day's end, we're all just 'players on a stage'.
My first, seemingly overbearing, bout with depression came (roughly) at the age of 16 or 17, conveniently placed, approximately, at the time that I truly began to become disillusioned to the reality of the commonality that I was assimilating into. The whole of my friends and peers were complacent with schooling, as well as their teenage lives and were preparing to blissfully attend college, but I couldn't help but query about the absurdity of the societal systems that they were buying into, and the mundane outlook pertaining to the following of the beaten path. (No, I'm not an anarchist despite how these ravings may sound). I couldn't help but yearn for something contrary to the norm, something.....more abstract? Nobody understood; humanity cannot..or, rather, refuses to even begin to fathom that which I am speaking of. Society attributes my alternative, "deviant" attitudes towards life and society to a more base, trivial set of emotions such as: laziness, or fear of peaking in terms of maturity. I have now developed an overbearing existential anxiety, which has perpetually wound its way into the majority of my worldly laments, and is one of the main afflictions that still plagues me obstinately.
I feel as if I cannot continue "lying" to myself of the true relevance (or lack thereof) of my menial existence. I feel as though I can penetrate through the overarching veil of reality whereas others cannot, and view life as it truly is: a maddening array of paradoxes, ultimately pointless; futile on the cosmic scale. Nothing that I partake in has any true consequence. I am, seemingly, just living (or, more fittingly, proceeding) through a series of arbitrary distractions that I fabricate in order to ineffectively galvanize my mind and body whilst I parade towards the inevitable, ultimate finality of death.
I also feel that my intelligence is faltering (in a sense). It vexes me exceedingly. I'm unsure of whether the underlying cause is simply the lack of "exercise" that my mind has been stimulated with as of late,or the psycho chemical effects of the depression that has enveloped me. Intermittently it feels as though my brain has released an "emotional opiate" intended to alleviate the psychological turbulence within, and it negates/inhibits my critical thinking capacities (my oh-so cherished ability to think analytically and act based upon the premise of deductive reasoning) in an unsuccessful attempt to prevent me from further analyzing my problems and, thus, perpetuating the grief. I don't believe that there is much worth available to me through therapy (I'm discouraged at the possibility of some form of psycho-therapy).
I suppose that, to a point, people with higher intelligences are able to "solve" more of life's quandaries, hardships, unforeseen predicaments, etc. And, thus, have "happier" lives (possessing greater wealth, cushier jobs, more spacious housing arrangements, and many of the other pillars of what is, in the general consensus of a capitalist society, considered to be a "good" and desirable life), but at some point, elevated to the peak of the intelligence scale where few are able to claim position, that positive linear correlation between IQ and happiness simply drops off into oblivion, for people of that caliber seem to simply perceive the world through different means. At day's end, we're all just 'players on a stage'.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Nicholas Cage: Bad Actor or THE WORST Actor? HOW IS HE CONTINUALLY HIRED?
Honestly, trimming down bad acting moments throughout Nic Cage's career may just be one of the hardest jobs in editing; simply because of the fact that he continually stars in some of the worst movies to be created since the inception of film.
I dear you, no..I IMPLORE you to tell me of a well-made nick-the-dick movie; one that has surfaced as of late.
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Brossiah 2 - Frost Mage RMP. For all of you WoW fiends; here is my friend's latest 3v3 video!
This video is strictly 3v3 arena from the mage's pov running disc priest/mut rogue/frost mage rmp on the stormstrike BG. Due to the joke that is currently the disc spec, not many videos have been put out showcasing this comp so I thought I would put one out showing that this set up is still viable even if it is a shade of what it once was.
As for the video itself, don't expect too much editing (although there is some), and i apologize for a bug of some sort which will cause the video to flicker for about 5 seconds half way through (fortunately, you won't miss anything).
Play list:
Insomnium- Mortal Share
Eluveitie- Bloodstained Ground
Disarmonia Mundi- Stepchild of Laceration
Soilwork- Distortion Sleep
Dark Tranquillity- Surface the Infinite
In Flames- Pacing Death's Trail
http://www.warcraftmovies.com/movieview.php?id=173143
+rep for Novadex!
Monday, January 10, 2011
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Nujabes Dead - Age 36. Almost one year since his passing, an ode to his genius.
A sampling of greatness:
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