Saturday, November 15, 2003
I am slightly feverish, for reasons I cannot identify. I have not been feeling very well of late.
Earlier this week I had a good train of thought regarding the relationship between the body and the mind, inspired by Addy's experience with Trager (I do enjoy living with a massage therapist!). My own experience with anxiety makes me certain that, in most cases, one should be able to heal oneself -- just as one is definitely able to make oneself sick. I would like to look into the subject in a bit more detail someday.
In a slightly different vein, heh, I was amused by this. I've often thought of explicitly giving my parents the address of my blog. The only problem would be the Incident, which I chronicled in some detail, but have not related to them. I don't know whether I want to tell them about it. I have a feeling they would not take it well, even 20 years from now. As for me, the feelings I am left with are resentment and a bit of anger. I have obviously not been harmed in any major way, but I have been tought to fear. This is a great part of the reason why I hate Romania -- my Incident, with the way it took place, was made possible by the culture of the place.
Earlier this week I had a good train of thought regarding the relationship between the body and the mind, inspired by Addy's experience with Trager (I do enjoy living with a massage therapist!). My own experience with anxiety makes me certain that, in most cases, one should be able to heal oneself -- just as one is definitely able to make oneself sick. I would like to look into the subject in a bit more detail someday.
In a slightly different vein, heh, I was amused by this. I've often thought of explicitly giving my parents the address of my blog. The only problem would be the Incident, which I chronicled in some detail, but have not related to them. I don't know whether I want to tell them about it. I have a feeling they would not take it well, even 20 years from now. As for me, the feelings I am left with are resentment and a bit of anger. I have obviously not been harmed in any major way, but I have been tought to fear. This is a great part of the reason why I hate Romania -- my Incident, with the way it took place, was made possible by the culture of the place.
Thursday, November 13, 2003
I am doing less than well in my Economics class, which is paradoxical (or maybe not) given the fact that I am very interested in Economics. My professor, an utterly admirable woman, is a kind-hearted leftist with good intentions. The author of my book is a kind-hearted institutionalist with good intentions. They are, nevertheless, wrong in the fashionable number of respects, such as government interference with the market, labor, inflation and globalization. Of course, this is not an excuse for my getting awfully bad grades. My only consolation is the fact that my professor likes me and has assured me I won't fail. Because that would suck.
Lost in Translation is definitely one of my favorite movies of the year. Without giving you reasons to think, brood, ponder or say "I've learned something today!", it entertains. I didn't know how much I liked Bill Murray until I saw this film. I also didn't know that I was not one of only a small number of people who found contemporary Japanese culture peculiar, hilarious and fascinating.
And Ahnold is definitely not an asshole. California is cool.
Lost in Translation is definitely one of my favorite movies of the year. Without giving you reasons to think, brood, ponder or say "I've learned something today!", it entertains. I didn't know how much I liked Bill Murray until I saw this film. I also didn't know that I was not one of only a small number of people who found contemporary Japanese culture peculiar, hilarious and fascinating.
And Ahnold is definitely not an asshole. California is cool.
