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Am I lying to the world?

Am I lying to the world when I straighten my curls with an iron? (Because I want everyone to think that I actually have straight hair) Am I lying to the world when I put black mascara on my orange eyelashes? (Because I want everyone to think that my eyelashes are thick and black) Am I lying to the world when I smear red powder over my cheeks? (So that everyone thinks that I have been in the sun) Am I lying to the world when I smile and I am sad? (Because I want people to think that I am happy) Am I lying to the world when I ask people about their life even though I don’t really care? (Because I want them to think that I am a caring person) Am I lying to the world when I talk about G-d at times when I do not feel him with me? Am I lying to myself when I look into the mirror and stretch my torso and pretend that I am skinnier than I really am?  Am I lying to myself when I move my lips at Synagogue, when the words actually don’t come out?

Am I lying to the world, or is the world lying to me?

Everyday, you can decide the person you want to be

And The Lord said: “This Shavuos (pentecost), whoever was a good jew gets to eat blintzes and whoever wasn’t a good jew gets no blintzes”

tchaikovsky was Gay, so was michaelangelo, alexander the great, frederick the great, marcel proust, gerturde stein, cole porter, Lennay bernstein, james baldwin, Wittgenstein, Sor Juana Inez de la Croitz, aristotle and janis joplin

Around 1 Bilion people in the world live as squatters

What thing, long, black or white, adorable, soothing and soft lays next to you at night? And you wish you’d carry with it all day. You run to its presence and sometimes you even go on your knees for it.

Your Iphone!

Eclecticism

Eclecticism is the degree zero of contemporary general culture: one listens to reggae, watches a western, eats McDonald’s food for lunch and local cuisine for dinner, wears Paris perfume in Tokyo and “retro” clothes in Hong Kong; knowledge is a matter for TV games.  It is easy to find a public for eclectic works.  By becoming kitsch, art panders to the confusions which reigns in the “taste” of patrons.  Artists, gallery owners, critics and the public wallow together in the “anything goes,” and the epoch is one of slackening.  But this realism of the “anything goes” is in fact that of money; in the absence of  aesthetic criteria, it remains possible and useful to assess the works of art according to the profit they yield.  Such realism accommodates all tendencies, just as capital accommodates all “needs,” providing that the tendencies and needs have purchasing power. As for taste, there is no need to be delicate when one speculates or entertains oneself.

(by Lyotard)

in opera, great voices often come in large packages

What would happen to civilization if the internet were to stop working for a day?

Think about it. How much of a role does technology play in your daily life? Especially internet. Look. at me. IM TALKING TO YOU FROM ANOTHER COMPUTER. I am sitting maybe a million miles away from you. Maybe 500,000 million years light. I dont know, but It doesn’t really matter, because you are reading this anyway. I am drawing you from my computer. You clicked on me. Maybe I don’t know you or you don’t know me. But you are meeting me and my ideas on this plataform. here. on. the. computer. Kierkegaard once said that Technology draws close those that are far away and draws apart those that are close. Is this true? I miss connecting with people like we used to. I miss sitting with my friends, looking at them in the eyes. We miss going to the zoo. we miss talking to each other like we used to. without a distracting black vibrating object. I MISS IT. It was fun not having to rely on computers to have a good time. Now all we do is sit and watch youtube. I remember the days when I felt someone’s complete attention on me. What is internet anyway? Today my friend Avigayil told me really fast, cause she speaks very fast. “What is internet anyway? I used to think that the World Wide Web was a huge building that had a huge computer with a web inside? where is internet located? How is it that I turn my computer and everything is here? Where is the web, let me see it. What is internet anyway?” I mean look at the kids, they are all getting really obese because they sit all day. People used to pray first thing in the morning, now they consult google for answers instead. How long can you read an article nowadays? Five minutes and you fall asleep. Ive been falling alseep. The only thing that keeps me awake is you. The apparatus I am typing on. Sometimes when I write on my computer, I don’t know who is actually reading what Im saying? or where is my writing going? What if the computer was a person? What if the computer actually has a mind of its own? What if the computer misses you when you leave? When my last computer broke, I sat in shiva, but I didn’t tell anyone. Sometimes when people look at my computer screen, I feel like almost as if they were looking at my private parts. My whole life is there. My pictures. My writing. My friends. My family? My school? this blog, which I write on every day. MY LIFE. MY ENTIRE LIFE is on my computer. (What happened to internet cafes anyway? ARe they not existent or are they not in fashion anymore? I mean, at the end of the day, what does this object called computer mean to me? how many hours a day do I use internet? How much of a presence does it have on my life? AM I loosing things when Im on the computer? do I feel like an idiot if I dont appear on google search? what if no ones likes my status? is the computer your slave or are you a slave of your computer?