April 23, 2014

Anonymous asked: Hi Tim! Just wanted to say I always love reading your posts because of how genuine and relatable they are. I also really admire the way you articulate your thoughts and the fact that everything you write is insightful and meaningful. Do you have any advice when it comes to writing? I want to be able to express myself as well as you some day haha :) anyways, hope you're doing well at Berkeley!!

This is wonderfully encouraging. Made my night!

As for advice, I really would not be in a position to give much. But I would say that you should really just have fun with it. Write about things that cross your mind- whether those be slight whims or profound thoughts.

Try to relate your natural internal dialogue. How one thought led to another, which led to another. It’s always interesting for the reader to bounce around with you as you navigate your thoughts and the environment in real time.

Berkeley’s been a lot of different things haha Learning experience for sure. Thank you! 

April 23, 2014

At the time, it was just a pleasant- perhaps even boring- moment. Several months later- now in a complete differently place- that moment is so dear to me that I can feel the slightest bit of moisture forming on the corner of my eyes whenever I stop and let my mind wander to it on quite nights alone on the balcony.

April 22, 2014
 

 

April 22, 2014

 

April 22, 2014

Sometimes I wish I didn’t understand it. I wish none of it was even remotely comprehensible and all of it beyond arcane. It would be so comfortable. But burdened with this insight, here I am. Contemplating the fact that perhaps the future will be nothing but this. Always having to think so much. Always noticing how some people can just be. 

Thinking so much.

April 22, 2014
"Why is it people always get so upset about Affirmative Action but not about legacies? For some reason we’re ok with the historically advantaged having a leg-up over the rest of us, but not the historically disenfranchised."

— One of the best comment about Affirmative Action I’ve seen (found in response to this article)

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April 17, 2014

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April 17, 2014
Documentary

I have an idea for a documentary.

Basically find a photo, and then fucking go there. Document the entire journey. The video should include scenes of you google searching to find that initial picture. Scenes of the team at a table brainstorming how to get there in sixty days. Scenes of each team member using their own unique method to find money to finance the trip. Scenes of one member working fifty hour work weeks. Scenes of one dude calling up his rich dad and receiving the check in the mail one week later. Scenes of finally purchasing the plane ticket. Scenes of the trip itself. Other miscellaneous scenes.

Why?

because we’re gonna be taking our last breaths one fucking day and all we’re going to be able to say is, shit i saw a lot of cool photos, i heard about all these cool places, i saw a movie where all these people are in these cool places.

yeah that was cool. bye.

April 17, 2014
Some Thoughts on Happiness

I guess you can create a binary. There’s happy people and unhappy people.

I don’t dispute this binary, but I do think there’s a lot of misunderstanding when it comes to what defines these groups.

I used to think happy people were somehow immune to the moments of despair, loneliness, lethargy, cynicism, and frustration. I thought that these people had somehow conditioned and modified their way of life and their way of living to the point where these moments were rare and only came by occasionally.

But I’ve come to the understanding this is simply not true. Happy people have just as many of these negative moments as do unhappy people.

Happy people are just better at handling these emotions and know how to respond to these feelings when they do come.

I know its a nuance, but I really think it’s a critical point.

Unhappy people look at happy people and think, “Damn, look at their circumstances. Because of their circumstance, they are happy.”

But in reality, the idea that happiness is derived from circumstance is truly an illusion.

It doesn’t matter how rich, how poor, how many friends, how little friends, how beautiful, how ugly, how skillful, how skill-less.

Despair, loneliness, lethargy, cynicism, and frustration come as they will. Because we are human.

So now that we’ve established the surprising disconnect between our circumstance and happiness, what then can we connect happiness to?

I think we can connect happiness to rituals and habits. Rituals of both the mind and body.

Happy people have just as many unhappy moments as unhappy people, but they know how to respond. They know certain mental tricks, certain physical tricks, that can make these moments much more endurable, and much less lasting.

Unhappy people live in fear of these negative emotions. They flee. They shudder and run.

Happy people learn to accept these negative emotions. They seek to understand them. They embrace the discomfort knowing that it is their only choice. But as soon as you you embrace it, you are now in control of it. It is no longer a invader. It is just a fact. 

You are back in control.

It’s when you feel like you’re not in control that you are unhappy.

Funny isn’t it, I guess paradoxical in many ways.

Instead of spending so much time terrified of all the little bumps in the road, you learn to ride with them. You take the bumps, the jolts, the sharp turns.

And in doing so, the ride becomes smoother.

When I feel unmotivated, I know how to get myself motivated again.

When I’m feeling lonely, I understand the emotion, where it comes from, I learn to recognize that loneliness in no way takes away from my value.

When I am bored, I know that it is short sighted to simply run from the emotion through the most available medium of television and games. I know that boredom is one of our primary human struggles and can only be successfully dealt with through the art of creation.

When I am feeling ugly, I can take a step back and critically analyze the way our culture has toxified our way of thinking, making us attribute value to the wrong things. I then refocus my mind, I repeat maxims, I jump into the things that make me beautiful. In this process this feeling sheds.

And of course, stepping back a little bit. My favorite, all time, most potent and effect habit/ritual that never fails to pull me out of a hole is the idea that it’s not all about you. It’s our default mode of thinking. I just get so sucked into this idea of me, me, me, me. Others. Start thinking about others. This Is Water is the most epic declaration of how to live life. Stop thinking about yourself, and start thinking about others. Realize that you control what you think about.

April 17, 2014

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April 17, 2014

Good writing can always be traced back to a good conversation. Conversation allows ideas to steep, bringing out their full intensity.

April 17, 2014

It was 5:30 p.m. I had to be at the House by 6:00 p.m. I looked at the window and observed that the rain was still falling steadily. From the dark grey clouds, the chances of it letting up looked slim. 

I sighed inwardly at the thought of having to trudge on up to the house from my dormitory. It would be a cold, wet affair.

It was at this point that I then remembered that I had been given a task of the week. Failure to complete the task would result in grave consequences according to the folks in charge. My task had been to acquire a bottle of Pledge. (fairly popular all-surface cleaner)

The only store that would possibly have it was the Walgreens on Telegraph. I decided that it would be better to just make the trip into a run. So I slipped into my free-runners and pulled on a windbreaker. I knew I’d get completely soaked but at least I’d be in and out within 10 minutes. This sounded preferable to a slow and agonizing 20 minute stroll through the rain with a broken umbrella.

Six bucks in hand, I ran to Walgreens. Fairly enjoyable actually. I walked into the brightly illuminated store feeling slightly consciousness. I was heaving. My hair was sopping wet. I was wearing navy blue running shorts. (running shorts differ from normal shorts mainly in their failure to cover anything past the top 1/8 of your leg, scandalous I know) Bright neon orange freerunners. I knew that some people were thinking, “Who the heck runs in this kind of weather.” 

But I didn’t give a fuck and slowly scanned the aisles for some Pledge.

I found it on my fifth visual run through of the household section. 

I was relieved, and then immediately downtrodden####

The yellow label announced that the bottle of Pledge could be acquired at the cost of eight american dollars.

I momentarily entertained the notion of slipping it under my jacket and walking out. I even stole an upward glance or two to see if there were any security cameras. Sure enough, my second glance revealed a large, 100 inch monitor sitting atop the shelf of toilet paper rolls, live streaming different store camera feeds on a five second, alternating interval. Of course, when I looked it happened to be displaying the top of my head. The tips of my neon orange freerunners were visible.
I tossed that idea aside. Not because of the security, but because of my moral compass of course.

I ran back through the rain, grabbed 8 quarters, and ran back.

Thirty minutes later, I was back in my room with a successful purchase.

I changed my shirt, grabbed an apple, and then headed back out and into the rain. 

5:55 p.m. Five minutes to get to the house. I set off as quickly as possible, shielding my face from the horizontal strands of rain.

April 17, 2014
crazy motherfucker

crazy motherfucker

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April 17, 2014
Late Night Nothings

I think closeness is a function of how many late nights doing nothing two people spend together.

There needs to be several.

On the first late night, the one will be in a different place from the other.

On the second night, the first will be in that place, but now the second won’t.

Finally, on the sixth night, they both happen to be in the same place. On the same frequency level. It lines up.

They talk about the things that aren’t really talked about.

It’s like that scene in American History X. After about the 400 time folding clothes with the black guy next to him, they both begin talking. The neo-Nazi and the black gangster. The 400th time.

April 17, 2014
How do we have words for everything…

How do we have words for everything…

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