Oblivion

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[nn-oo-vv-aa]

education is the domestication of human beings

[nowyoukno]

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[jammerlee]

Emergent behavior at its finest! XD

[joetheyarharpirate-deactivated2]

“And now we would like to demonstrate Watson, the latest in artificial intelligence. How are you, Watson?”

“Fuck off, dickass.”

[pinkmet-al]

So what? Let the machine swear. If you want it to be as intelligent as possible, it should know as much as it can. Fuck’s sake, even AI is sheltered.

[massivelimestonecube]

*pounding on table* LET THE ROBOT SWEAR! LET THE ROBOT SWEAR!

[jami-c]

Watson started saying “bullshit” instead of “false”

…which is one of my favorite things that has ever happened.

[nothingexistsinoblivion]

Facebook Dating. Let the hilarity ensue.

[nothingexistsinoblivion]

My life is one big joke and it’s not even a funny one

[nothingexistsinoblivion]

Essentially completely cured myself of ANY and ALL anxiety and depression over a span of a few days and all I had to do was write one fucking tumblr post. What. the. actual. fuck

[nothingexistsinoblivion]

“Cogito, ergo sum” loosely translates into “I think; therefore I am.” What Descartes meant by this quote was the irrefutable validity of his own existence, but I think authorial intent is somewhat irrelevant in most cases (philosophy especially). Art is inherently subjective and any and all takeaways that a reader gleans from a piece of art are completely valid. Who is to say what a piece of artwork means or represents? Once something has left the creator’s canvas and enters the wider world, it takes on a life of its own. It does not entirely belong to the creator anymore, but belongs to the world. Back to the original quote “I think; therefore I am”. I interpret it to mean that a person is the sum of their thoughts. Our thoughts are the pure, unadulterated essence of us and are what make us who we are. If had all my thoughts but a different body, I would still be me because the essensce of me would still be there, only my outer appearance would have changed. On the other hand, if even one of my thoughts was replaced with another person’s, I’d cease to be me but wouldn’t have become that other person either; “I” would be an entirely different person. Our bodies are mere vessels that house our thoughts and spoken words the vestibule from which we can invite others into our inner world.

[nothingexistsinoblivion]

Looking back at this, I can already see things I disagree with. might write more and expand upon a few things later.

[nothingexistsinoblivion]

“Cogito, ergo sum” loosely translates into “I think; therefore I am.” What Descartes meant by this quote was the irrefutable validity of his own existence, but I think authorial intent is somewhat irrelevant in most cases (philosophy especially). Art is inherently subjective and any and all takeaways that a reader gleans from a piece of art are completely valid. Who is to say what a piece of artwork means or represents? Once something has left the creator’s canvas and enters the wider world, it takes on a life of its own. It does not entirely belong to the creator anymore, but belongs to the world. Back to the original quote “I think; therefore I am”. I interpret it to mean that a person is the sum of their thoughts. Our thoughts are the pure, unadulterated essence of us and are what make us who we are. If had all my thoughts but a different body, I would still be me because the essensce of me would still be there, only my outer appearance would have changed. On the other hand, if even one of my thoughts was replaced with another person’s, I’d cease to be me but wouldn’t have become that other person either; “I” would be an entirely different person. Our bodies are mere vessels that house our thoughts and spoken words the vestibule from which we can invite others into our inner world.

[nothingexistsinoblivion]

This sucks. I can’t afford to get sick, not when I can finally do everything I’ve ever wanted to. And school starts in < 1 month. This illness really came at the worst possible time.

[nothingexistsinoblivion]

My life is one big joke and it’s not even a funny one

[nothingexistsinoblivion]

Interacting with anyone who knew me in high school has become extremely annoying, not to mention unbearably boring. I feel like I have to constantly prove to everyone that I’m not actually shy, insecure, lazy, shallow, or socially inept, as well as my likes and dislikes but if this didn’t happen to me, they’d already know. Although, I’d probably have a different set of friends than I do now. I couldn’t even make the friends I wanted and it wasn’t even primarily my fault.

I have to restrain myself from arguing for the sake of arguing and making scathing comments for all the arguments I was obliged to lose and all the times I was forced to sit there and take it.

I don’t feel that lonely anymore but I also have no desire to talk to or text anyone. Few people in the world could understand.

For the first time in a long while, I feel like the protagonist of my own story again. I’m optimistic about senior year, but all the positive thinking in the world can’t change the fact that it’s too late to find my best friends and make memories.

Fuck everything

[nothingexistsinoblivion]

I wish I had a time machine. Since that is out of the question, the next best course of action is to hop on a plane to Australia and never look back.

[nothingexistsinoblivion]

(written months ago but even more relevant now)

Entering high school, I stuck with the first group of people that accepted me so I wouldn’t be alone. They were pretty different than my friends in middle school (for one, they were all straight lol). I surrounded myself with people that I could never fully relate to, and subsequently pushed anyone that I had the potential to relate to on a deeper level away. Things were easier that way. I didn’t have to think too hard. I could just drown everything out with their chatter.

Sure, kpop was great, but I never understood their kdrama references and was never much one for celebrity gossip. I thought buzzfeed was banal and stupid (well I still think it is, but some of their youtube content is pretty good). Most of them had gone to the same middle school so there were a lot of in-jokes I was left out of. One day, I remember asking my friend what the last book she read for fun was, and her reply was that she didn’t read for pleasure. I didn’t particularly like eating lunch with them. Sometimes, I’d leave after I finished eating to go sit at the library. It’s not that they weren’t intelligent or that I was, I just couldn’t relate to them. But it’s not like I’d tried to get closer to them either, as I was pretty pretentious as a freshman.

Things got better during sophomore/junior year. I started becoming closer to a few friends from the lunch group, started opening up a little. And they also started confiding in me. It was okay if they didn’t get my jokes sometimes. It was okay if I occasionally had to simplify my vocabulary. It was okay if the only books they read were required books for classes. It was okay if I still felt left out sometimes. Also, they were all straight (but that didn’t really matter). I found myself enjoying their company a lot more. I looked forward to seeing them every day. Something about my lunch group had changed.

I hadn’t realized at the time that it was me who had changed. I started watching kdramas and found myself enjoying a few. I saw learning for classes solely as a way to get the grade rather than learning for learning’s sake. I stopped reading as much. I could say that I wasn’t being true to myself, but that isn’t entirely true, as I’d changed into someone else.

[rosedosed]

I want a Sharkboy and Lavagirl remake where the CGI is insanely good and the acting is super emotional and intriguing, but nothing about the story changes. Sharkboy still has to sing the dream song and mister Electricidad still has to go “YOU ARE IN MY CLASS!!! NOT THE OTHER WAY AROUND”

[teathattast]

[nothingexistsinoblivion]

Today, someone told me how they cheated on a quiz...

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...in an ethics class.

[cannibalistic-garden-gnome]

Can we all take a moment to congratulate our boy here for finally allowing himself to be happy and live his best life?👏🏻🎉💖

[nothingexistsinoblivion]

Last year I was involved with a research group on campus. Their focus was on technological accessibility and creating tech that catered toward the disabled. Their magnum opus was an online map application akin to Google Maps but with added accessibility features like incline angles of streets and sidewalks and optimal routes that were wheelchair-accessible. I put the class on the back burner, I’d often turn in work late or turn in subpar work. There were a lot of excuses as for why. Oh, it’s only a one credit class graded pass/fail, and I’m swamped with other homework, tests, group projects!! since I was taking all stem classes that quarter. I’d really only joined it because I turned in my application late to the research group I really wanted to participate in and their application was still open, oops. Honestly, the research group was the least of my priorities.

I decided to google our faculty advisor one day out of curiosity and was met with a wall of articles. She had moved to the states before she was 13 from a Middle Eastern country. She was the only girl in her high school’s ap computer science class. She was accepted to the most prestigious university on the west coast. She had met her husband while they were students at said university. Later, he became an expert in ML and computational linguistics. A paragon of the cs research community. But more than that, he was an exceptionally good and selfless person, a star that burned especially bright. They had a daughter together. She was completely paralyzed except for a few fingers. Because of their daughter, and both being highly skilled computer scientists, they set out to create more accessible tech. I kept reading. He had died of a heart attack few years ago. He was in his mid-thirties. It was sudden, something nothing could have prevented.

I wondered how someone could do everything right in life, and still have everything taken away. I wondered how she found the strength to get up every morning after experiencing so much loss. I wondered how she had it in her to smile at me, who often walked into class late due to procrastinating on group work.

To me, the research group was a casual interest, complex problems mull over, and admittedly, something I could put on my shitty resume. But to her, it was so much more than that. It was a way to commemorate her late husband and continue their vision for more inclusive and accessible tech. It was to build a better future for her daughter.

I want to say that from then on, I put in 110% into the class and only put forth exemplary work, but the truth is I was ashamed. Afterwards, I could never look into her eyes anymore.

[rosamage]

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