danna miska dimra

Every age has its own poetry; in every age the circumstances of history choose a nation, a race, a class to take up the torch by creating situations that can be expressed or transcended only through poetry.

                          –Sartre

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Thoughts: (0) | May 03 2010

video by accomplished nerd

This video is based on a video I made in the 7th grade with my VCR, that a friend accidently recorded over (Lauren Faith!). But here it is again! Way easier to make with a computer!

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Thoughts: (0) | Apr 19 2010

I made this

when I was an undergrad.

It was for an aesthetics class. My teacher didn’t like it.

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Thoughts: (0) | Apr 03 2010

CAPTION NEEDED.

Please suggest a caption for this image. Nothing dirty.

whata

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Thoughts: (5) | Jan 05 2010

Differential Poem

[Numbers 1-26 are translated to letters (a=1), letters are added together according to order of operations except where punctuated ( :=multiplication, _=subtraction, ∅=x-variable), words have assumed parenthesis around them.

Every stanza is a derivative of the stanza before it.]

5.
(we naked) : ∅your_point
is : ∅we_cold
(wind and) : ∅diction_changed
(to new) : ∅time_zen
(night is) : ∅
our only chance to

4.
(grow new) : (buddha_cobra) : ∅mother_saying
(rapidly we_love_cinder) : ∅cobweb_time
(mistress to blue) : ∅flicker_puddle
(is not seagull) : ∅
wing or

3.
[seashells : (peeling_night) is a spoonful of fractaling] : ∅glances_sung_at_me
(glitter our military thought) : ∅what_wind
(we thought we needed our motors rushed I) : ∅
_would be the observatory on

2.
{[(dilated threading) : (we_a)]_counterfeiter_butterflying} : ∅stretch_out_a_bone
(motorcyclist covering pine covering country with no sweater and) : ∅
(we forgot it for him) : (thunder_her_boast)

1.
[(legs imprisoned for the dictionary) : of thought] : ∅
(your_death_is_growing_dying_still) : there

0.
lies : (love with fever)

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Thoughts: (5) | Apr 21 2009

self-esteem is for losers

Steve Salerno from Skeptic Magazine has written an article on “positive thinking” and how it makes people stupid. One section discusses the self-esteem-based education movement of the 1970’s, which celebrated mediocrity by lowering grade standards and ditching honor roles. Some students were given more recognition if they were below the standards, with the thinking that, “to make at-risk kids excel, you first had to make them feel optimistic and empowered.” Instead it’s created a culture of individuals that will be satisfied regardless of their failures. “If the school system failed to imbue students with genuine self-esteem, it was more successful at fomenting narcissism.”

Right. Anyone raised under this systems knows that. The idea that you can do it is only motivating when you think other people can’t do it. If anyone can be president, why would you want to be? That is hard work!

I was wondering if I’m Narcissistic (actually, I’ve always wondered that after being raised to go into theatre), but I took USA Today’s version of the Narcissistic Personality Inventory and scored way lower than average. I win at low self-esteem!

(Question 27 is weird. You choose between:

A. I have a strong will to power.
B. Power for its own sake doesn’t interest me.

Is this an intentional reference to Nietzsche?)

The Skeptic article reminded me of an article on child prodigies that I read in the Encyclopedia Britannica’s Medical and Health Annual from 1989 (I was cutting out pictures in it). One thing surprised me:

    It is difficult to imagine that such a gift could possibly founder, much less deliberately be set aside. Nevertheless, this, in fact, seems to be more the rule than the exception. . . as children, prodigies never produce works of genius and, as adults, they may or may not pursue their careers.

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Of course!

If you attain easy success as a child for being mediocre-in-the-field–but a KID– what could drive you any further?

Praise at an early age is bad for everyone. Let’s start a pessimism-based education movement.

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Thoughts: (0) | Apr 17 2009

frilled sharks are in the ocean.

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Thoughts: (0) | Apr 13 2009

Remind me to shut the door.

I accidentally left the door to my apartment open today, and when I came back something like a large cat or a small bear ran out past me and jumped the fence. It was too dark to see. I don’t think there are any more bears in my apartment though.

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Thoughts: (2) | Apr 04 2009

Advice Column:

RB of Orinda asks,

I don’t want advice from you.

Good point RB. Be sure to get that checked next time you go to the hospital.

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Thoughts: (0) | Feb 21 2009

No, guys. This is a great idea.

SEA KITTEN

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Thoughts: (2) | Jan 25 2009

THIS WEEK: how to steal like Kafka

RUSSIAN LIVEJOURNAL stole my poem. Summary: rats are stealing his sour cream and he hopes to scare them away with a message written in English. An old poem of mine is suggested.

    post:
    Begin one should from the fact that I eat sour cream … Recently, I explained that the office mice trampled to my sour cream… In order to remove mice from the sour cream, [my boss] deleted on the cover all original letters with the irreversible marker and wrote “Rat poison. Do not gorge!”

    The raids of mice ceased. I was gladdened. … Today rats arrived into the office. Rats disemboweled the refrigerator and threw all that they calculated as not-food into the debris tank. My sour cream, as food did not descend.

    …But somewhere scientists encounter the elementary particles in the wombs of their synchrophasotrons. Unclean czars of nature.

      comment: Write in the Indian language … Not all mice in English understand.

        reply: Write- that I can, but chances to fall into the language of mouse is small. Mice already have very much of the languages. In the previous refrigerator, by the way, visited mice. I even found them into my soybean milk.

      comment:
      “That man stole my sandwich.
      I had it five minutes ago,
      And I know
      He’s always after my sandwiches.
      So
      He eyes me conspicuously
      As I eye him back
      Knowingly.
      We make eye contact.
      There’s a blatant connection.
      Oh yes,
      I’m on to him.
      Oh wait, here it is.”

      Lindsey Baggette
      Eastlake High School
      Grade 11

      comment: Lesson to you: it is necessary to eat them hot, but not to place into some sweaty packet.

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Thoughts: (0) | Dec 12 2008

yuri

Maybe Sylvia Plath would have been happier with a wife than a husband. Some things in that Bell Jar seem bored-with-boyish. She liked the same boy from a distance for six years, then went out with him and didn’t like him anymore. She lost her virginity from someone randomly just to get it over with, then didn’t want to see him again. And she was girly and pretty, and started to get popular writing fashion things for Seventeen. Don’t you think she could have been happy with a femme girlfriend?

I don’t mean that in a disinterested post-mortem diagnostic kind of way. See, this is me and Sylvia Plath:
000s00kg

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Thoughts: (0) | Dec 05 2008

Blog is dead.

I got hit by a car yesterday, but that’s not so newsworthy because I didn’t die.

More importantly: my friend Brittany Dennison murdered her blog and then a guy from the Stranger wrote about it.

Did you know these things are public!?

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Update: a drunk lady just crashed into a tree by my house. What a weird day.

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Thoughts: (4) | Dec 02 2008

Prop8 protest


soooo many pictures!

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Thoughts: (3) | Nov 16 2008

but…

california is sad today because it looks like prop 8 passed.

but! maybe someone can fix it.

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Thoughts: (3) | Nov 05 2008

If nobody restrains me I will write a novel about my cat. It will be called Gooby: America and here are some pictures of her with the president:

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Thoughts: (2) | Nov 02 2008

the facts for today.

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Thoughts: (0) | Oct 28 2008

kith

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Thoughts: (2) | Oct 19 2008

I went to Italy . One day when I was lost, I heard these two guys talking behind me in broken English, and one of them said, “It’s a good thing we’re not American or we’d be too fat to walk up these stairs!” They seemed nice.

Also some other things happened but I can’t remember.

On Sunday a man came into the cafe to drink hot cocoa and read a story book to his son, and I thought I heard him say, “Jesus and Lazarus were friends. They really enjoyed peeing together.” I got really happy because I thought it was about  the ancient Israeli  buddy-system. But no! ‘Being together’- they enjoyed being together. FINE. What a boring story.

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Thoughts: (1) | Oct 03 2007