staying at school until 10:30 pm working on an assignment because Photoshop is too expensive to buy, taking an hour to get home, and then having to get prints and crossing your fingers that they don’t look horrible.
I wish I was more talkative and “normal” I guess. I feel bad that I come off as an asshole or shy.
I’ve had too many people not talk to me because:
a) they mistake introversion for being a jerk b)they just don’t like shy people
It really doesn’t help in school either, especially when teachers grade on ‘participation’- ie. participating in critiques. Please stop forcing me to talk when I don’t want to, or don’t know what to say.
That being said, being introverted does have its advantages- certainly keeps me from being a loudmouth and saying the wrong thing
What is the next "big" thing you want to do? And the next place you want to go where you've never been?
Hmmm…there are so many ‘big’ things that I’d like to do, since I like to dream big. I think I’d like to focus on getting a book published, I’m currently working on a project where I’m asking some people to write stories or poems, and then I illustrate them. I’d be looking into getting it published, at least in small runs. I’d love to be a children’s book illustrator, so this would be great practice for me.
The next place I would like to go that I’ve never been to would be the west coast. I’ve never been west of Ontario! I’d love to visit areas like Vancouver, Seattle, and Portland. I’ve wanted to go there for the past two summers, but for financial reasons it didn’t happen. I’m saving up now, so hopefully it’ll happen this summer!
When I talked to Dino from Asunder he told me that this was supposed to get a formal release and would be the last thing released by Asunder. That was two years ago, maybe we’ll get this on vinyl someday?
We like to imagine that our brains receive a fully formed picture of the world through our eyes. A series of anomalies — paradoxes, visual illusions, “brain fails” — underscores how wrong this picture is. The brain does extensive reconstructive surgery on all our perceptions in order to create a picture of the world. Here is an illusion that has probably been known in some form for centuries (think Bloody Mary), but only recently been studied experimentally:
To trigger the illusion you need to stare at your own reflection in a dimly lit room. The author, Italian psychologist Giovanni Caputo, describes his set up which seems to reliably trigger the illusion: you need a room lit only by a dim lamp (he suggests a 25W bulb) that is placed behind the sitter, while the participant stares into a large mirror placed about 40 cm in front…
At the end of a 10 min session of mirror gazing, the participant was asked to write what he or she saw in the mirror. The descriptions differed greatly across individuals and included: (a) huge deformations of one’s own face (reported by 66% of the fifty participants); (b) a parent’s face with traits changed (18%), of whom 8% were still alive and 10% were deceased; (c) an unknown person (28%); (d) an archetypal face, such as that of an old woman, a child, or a portrait of an ancestor (28%); (e) an animal face such as that of a cat, pig, or lion (18%); (f) fantastical and monstrous beings (48%).
The hypothesis is that tiny visual distortions in the raw data the brain receives causes our visual machinery to imagine for us a totally different picture of the world. This phenomenon is even more prominent in Charles Bonnet syndrome. Patients with this syndrome are not insane, but they experience remarkable visual hallucinations. The patients’ problem lies in their eyes, not their minds: something’s wrong with their eyes or the neural pathway from eye to brain. The brain, ever eager to find meaning in the perceptions it receives, interprets these corruptions of visual data as something meaningful that just isn’t there: gnomes, flowers, roman chariots, monsters, ghosts, anything you can imagine.
I think these results show just how imaginative each and every one of us is, at least on an unconscious level. Rather than receive a pre-formed picture of the world, we must imagine it, every time, using our perceptions as inspiration. Don’t tell me you have no imagination!
Hah I’ve actually done this before. Its fucking creepy.