Not sure what to think about those ashes. Maybe a neighbor had a apocalyptic experience with a charcoal grill or something. I swear there was ash all over the place falling like snow past my window. Now that I go out and look, I ain’t getting nothing and my buddy Nate said nothing too. Strange to communicate with a buddy from your blog I guess but he follows me (and all his thousand blogs) religiously closely.
PS, thought this was interesting:
Most experts claim that the transformative event at the end of the Mayan Calendar 2012 is more of an internal one, rather than a physical one.
They even started an Indiegogo at the link to fundraise for awareness campaigns. Not sure if it’s legit but I sure am interested in the idea of this Mayan apocalypse being an internal one.
Haha Nate: no I’m not considering ads or anything right now. Someday I would like to start some kind of a blog with a purpose–you know, meaningful, important or at least entertaining. Something that captures people’s attention. Not sure if I’d feel comfortable putting ads up even then. I work pretty hard to avoid looking at ads at any point in my life so it’d be rather hypocritical to put them in front of others then. I do like the idea of people supporting people. The internet does seem to make the more and more possible. Directly funding each other or using kickstarters or whatnot.
Maybe someday I’ll make a paypal and put a tip jar up here for my danthan27@gmail account, just in case one of my random ramblings inspires someone to part with some coin. It’s a shame it isn’t easier to fund people on the web in kind of a tip sort of way. Maybe flattr or bitcoin will end up working after all.
“28 Days Later” is the way to do an apocalyptic movie. 28DL conclusively proves that humanity is a far more sinister movie monster than even zombies, the current movie monster champion in the box office.
It’s sad to get lost in reminiscence only to remember that the past can’t be brought back. Our only return to it is in a potent melody or smell or getting lost in a daydream of days passed. Such a bittersweet feeling is left the further we get from the times these things recall. The present moment can’t compete with such mental trickery. No wonder we get excited about potential disasters such as this hurricane. It’s the only kind of thing that can compare to our rosy selective memories. Life is short. Is it too much to wish for a little excitement?