Showing posts with label Comp I. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Comp I. Show all posts

Monday, July 23, 2007

In the olden days of Spring '07...

"What has it become, this metal piece of technology? Is it a luxury, added to our lives to make living easier and more convenient? Or has it suddenly latched onto us, a parasite, a little robot that we must answer to at each moment?

This is not the end. The thought that technology might be at its peak and will not continue to advance is nonsense. Our only hope is to try and take control, not of technology, but of ourselves. Examine that slim slab of silver, black or pink, and be truthful about its place in your life. Is it a help, or is it slowly taking you over?"

What is the matter with me, that every time I'm asked to write anything, I feel the need to go on a full blown rampage...Je suis sérieusement suis dérangé

Thursday, May 17, 2007

commaless

1. Though controversial subliminal learning appeals to many people.

2. Using specially prepared tape recorders communicate hidden messages to listeners.

2.5. Some people who want to learn supposedly without effort by listening to the tape.

3. To prevent shoplifting twenty major department stores started using subliminal tapes.

4. Of the twenty nine reported pilferage had decreased by about 37 percent.

5. Many people worrry that governments or businesses might use subliminal learning to control people against their will.

Knock yourselves out.

Thursday, April 19, 2007

An actuary can tell you how many people will die from a certain disease in a certain amount of time. Italian actuaries can tell you which ones.

hulking behemoth

"Questions? Comment? Hysteria?"
Professor History

"... just as the curses of well-spoken persons count for more than those of the customarily foul-mouthed do."
Writer's Handbook

"You are not post modern. You need to write things in order, first things first, then second, then third, then fourth."
Professor English

Thursday, April 12, 2007

obedience.

"[I]t is only the person dwelling in isolation who is not forced to respond with defiance or submission, to the commands of others."

-Stanley Milgram
The Milgrim Experiment

Thursday, March 29, 2007

Profoundly Duh.

Playing classical music while pregnant breeds higher IQ's in the child born.
Duh. Which DUM parent plays classical music while pregnant?

The answers we get depend on the questions we ask.

Figures don't lie, but liars can figure.
Fine, I like:)

A lie in print is still a lie.

2/3 of smokers die.

mmmmm.
Cuz 100% of everbody else ends up withering somehow...
and here you've iproved your chances for survival by a third...

Thursday, March 22, 2007

upslide ramp.

Random ending piece from and essay ich hub tzurik bakumen:

So in which direction does a staircase go? Is a ramp built to help a person up or to allow him to slide down? And would it make sense to beg for a construction that only lets one go higher? Even a child knows that such a notion is ridiculous. Any construction that enables one to climb will give him room to fall. That is just the way it works.

When lookin at society's failures and faults, it is human nature to look for the highter authority on whom to place the blame. But all that this higher authority has done is build a ramp. It has bestowed liberties on its people. But it has not forced its people to slide.

The United States has constructed a society which lies on an angled plane. The freedom to make the right, moral choices lies in the hands of the people. They simply have to choose to climb.

Righter's Handbook

So my Comp. Professor totally gets into those random textbook examples...and we'll just wind up discussing the most off the wall stuff. But anyhoo.

Unwanted music is privacy's constant enemy. There is hardly an American restaurant, store, railroad station or bus terminal that doesn't gurgle with melody from morning to night, nor is it possible any longer to flee by boarding the train or bus itself, or even by taking a walk in the park. Transistor radios have changed all that. Men, women and children carry them everywhere, hugging them with the desperate attachment that a baby has for its blanket, fearful that they might have to generate an idea of their own or contemplate a blade of grass. Thoughtless themselves, they have no though for the sufferers withing earshot of their portentous news broadcasts and raucous jazz. It's hardly surprising that RCA announced a plan that would pipe canned music and pharmaceutical commercials to 25,000 doctors' offices in eighteen big cities-one place where a decent quietude might be expected. This raises a whole new criterion for choosing a family physician. Better to have a second-rate healer content with the sounds of his stethoscope, than an eminent specialist poking to the rhythms of Gershwin.

-William Zinsser, The Haircurl Papers

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

irregardless

uh, help, anyone?

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

"Life is kinda somewhere between a rock and a hard place."

uhh, Duh I'm stuck!

Tuesday, March 6, 2007

You cannot HEED attention.

Nor can you deny someone their opinion,
or rebel to something,
or be more superior than someone,
or be embarrassed of something,
or leave to somewhere,
or remain in spinsterhood,
or have a country that you live in.