Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Panda Eating

Just awesome. This panda is eating without a care in the world.


Monday, January 30, 2012

Orange Panda Mobile Charm

This is possibly the best phone charm ever.


Panda Eating Orange

Apparently, I'm not the only person collecting pictures of pandas. Oh, well.

Nummy oranges! Source

Edge of Knowledge

A young girl sits in front of a road. Roads are covered so she doesn't see that most roads run into each other, some run in circles, and some don't lead anywhere. She ponders which road to take. She uses her knowledge from books to decide which road would lead to happiness.

One road appears to go straight, she muses over it, assuming straight would be easier. A second road goes in circles, she frowns at that one, tired of going in circles. The rest are overgrown with weeds, so she eliminates it from her choices. After four months of calculating she takes the road that appears to be straight. Straight, no curves, no up or downs that road seems just right.

Along the way she notices that the road is paved in uncomfortable stones. She picks up the stones and holds them in her pockets to get to make room for her soft feet. She walks for a couple of days until she approaches a patch of a grass. An older gentleman in his late sixties sits, wistfully looking at the books around him.

“Hi.” He speaks, straightening his weathered back. “Interested in books?”

“I like books.” She responded curtly. “Do you?” She looked at the opened pages, the scribbled notes, and bookmarked edges.

“I live them. They are my soul. My organs.”

“Fun,” she moves a book and joins him on the grass. “New meaning to 'book worm' I suppose.” The grass incites a rush of relief to her feet and to her joints. Some of the rocks in her pockets fall to the ground.

“Maybe, yes.” He smiles.

“For me,” she looks onto the road and grimaces at the sight of a pointy stone. “It's not about the books, it's about the content. I like content, information, and everything that comes with it.”

“You mean you don't like the body, but the mind.”

She shakes her head. “No, just in terms of books. All books are the same.”

“What content do you read?” He murmurs as deep thoughts formulate.

“People.” She clasps her hands. “How they act, how they grow, what they're ambitious are.”

“I see.” He peers at her face. “How old are you?”

“22.” She smiles and straightens up. “You?”

“67.” He stares at the road. “You can say goodbye before leaving.” He sighs. “Most people just leave.”

“I'm not leaving, sir.”

“You can call me Adi.” He clears his throat.

“How is life at 22?” He picks up a book.

“Amazing.” The soft tinge of happiness dances on the edges of her voice. “What is that book?”

“Siddhārtha's teachings.”

“Do you connect with Buddha?”

“I live without identities.”

“Do you have any role models, though?”

“Yes.” He closes his eyes. “I have some. But, you should not laugh at them.”

“Only if they're comedians.”

He smiles. The smile lessens the strain of his skin over his body. “My role model has always been butterflies. I learned from them all my life and want to be like them.”

“To be free?”

He laughs. “In a way. I have lived all my life for this work.” He points at his scribbles. Right from the age of 22.”

“Looks like you are on your road enlightenment.”

The laughter leaves his body. “I don't know. The last two-three months I've been feeling lonely for the first time in my life. Do you know girl, I spent all my life in libraries and with my research? No love. No marriage. No kids. No family. No friends. No emotions. No fear. No desire. Nothing.

Suddenly I am awakened. I feel lonely. My mind insists I'm still young, but my body proves me wrong. People don't like me much.”

“People don't understand.” She argues.

“I had nothing in my past.” He continues, staring straight into her eyes. “No friends. No enemies. No family. All I have is books, or had. I need love like others. But, I've forgotten that no one loves an old man.” He clenches his hands and closes his eyes. “Go now.”

She looks around, her own adventure lies ahead. She stands up and leans to pick up the stones she dropped.

“Leave those.” He picks up a book. “Take this.” She grabs the book and flips through the empty pages. “Fill it with your dreams.”

Saturday, January 21, 2012

Um, Updates... Yeah

Let's see. I've been working on things like writing and design. I tried to force all my friends to stand up against SOPA/PIPA, but there are other bills to kick-butt, too.

Well, I'm going to start collecting panda pictures. I'm throwing them in here on this blog instead of starting another blog because I can. Plus, who doesn't like pandas!

Giant Panda. Vienna Zoo. Source.

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Playlist of 2011

In my quest to build routines, I started making a weekly playlist of songs that I liked. I didn't really make a playlist each week, but that's ok because I'm still building all sorts of routines. Here's the mega playlist or rather the playlist of all last year playlists.

MM 2011 by Sopphey Vance on Grooveshark