What If?

For those of you who know me pretty well, it comes to no surprise when strange ideas bounce in and out of my mind.  I am easily stimulated or as many of you read earlier, easily inspired.  This time I don't really know where the stimulation came from this time.  It was pure spontaneity I must say.  I need to make sure I get my point across so when you read the following you can understand that this is not my true beliefs it is simply a different way of looking at things.


When you are sitting in a chair how do you know you are sitting in a chair?  The obvious answer would be, "Well I feel the chair beneath me, I can look and see that I am sitting, and I can feel how I am oriented in space as far as my body goes.  One could also just be blunt and say, "Ass...chair...ass and chair together..I'm sitting."  For this we will use the first response for obvious reasons.  Basically we know that we are sitting because our brain is telling us that we are sitting.  Through all the different sensations and perceptions we are in fact sitting in that chair.

Let me ask you this.  When you slam your fist down on a table, your hand stops, why?  Is it because a solid piece of matter is in the way that cannot be pushed through or does your brain not allow your body to proceed any further after it feels the impact with the table or after your eyes see the impact?  What if you had no sense of touch, no sight, no sense of equilibrium?  Would the table be there at all? When you stand in line at the grocery store or an amusement park, would the ground be beneath your feet if you didn't feel it or see it or know it to be there?  I'm saying that if you took all senses away would the world exist to you at all?

For all we know we could be floating in complete nothingness.  Each and every thing or person that we see could be nothing more than a projection that our minds have conjured up that does seem very real.  A "matrix" I guess you could say.  I was talking with MA about this and she said so how do we all see the same things?  I said that in this case other human beings would have to be projections as well.  Projections that your mind has made up.  Basically I'm saying that you are the main character in the greatest movie ever made, and your mind is the director.

Its a strange thing to think about.  What if it was just like a dream though?  What if you were actually blindfolded and floating in a pool of nothing?  You would really never know because your brain makes everything so real through sensations.

This was an extremely tough subject to try and explain at 2:30 in the morning after studying Anatomy all day.

Bhoov

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Thanks
Bhoov

MOMA

Yesterday, I had to make a trip to the Museum of Modern Art (MOMA) in Manhattan along 5th Avenue.  The trip there was very simple, the train literally stopped about a block away from the museum which was nice.  I went in through the revolving doors and headed towards the information desk.  "That'll by $20," the desk girl said with a big smile.  She then attempted to flirt with me which I was in no mood for after shelling out twenty bucks on a lame school project.  I grabbed the ticket, thanked miss flirty, and headed towards the bag check desk.  Some middle-aged girl with a Russian accent leaned up against the desk and just had that look on her face like she hated life altogether.  Her mood towards me confirmed that hate. I can't really blame her.  Working at a bag check desk at a museum in New York City isn't really high on my list of ideal jobs.  Anyways I checked my bag with the nice lady and headed towards the gallery entrance.  A guy at the gate scanned my ticket and I headed towards the escalators.  I made my way to the 5th floor where the Van Goghs and Picassos were and began looking around.

To my great surprise the females at the MOMA were of very high quality.  It seemed like a pretty artsy girl was around every corner which made my MOMA experience quite a bit better.  I found a Van Gogh painting that I liked, "The Olive Trees," so I took a picture with my phone and took a few notes on it.  I walked around awhile after that looking at just about every painting on the 5th floor.  I finally found a Picasso picture that I liked.  No one was around in this corner of the gallery so I stood there looking at the picture for awhile.  I scribbled a few notes on my notebook and decided this would be great for the project.  I must have been very entranced by this painting because as I was looking at it  I started talking to myself "Okay, so this is cubism, it is dominated by a greenish shade, the shapes are closed, the brushstrokes are shallow, O wow I really have to poop."  I turned to walk away and at some point during my trance a girl had approached the painting and was standing over my left shoulder.  So as I turned to walk away I almost bumped into her and she had this tight lipped grin going on that looked like she wanted to just burst out laughing.  "Well, time to go," I thought to myself, feeling like an idiot.  I blame this situation on the painting more than myself I must say.

As I was making my way to the ground floor I had to take escalator after escalator.  As I was standing on  one of them a scary thought went through my mind, "What if I would trip and fall down these?"  I was comforted by the idea that I would actually fall for a much shorter amount of time than if they would have been actual stairs.  When I got to the ground floor I went back to bag check to pick up my backpack and the same girl was still there.  She handed me my bag and I gave a big "Thanks."  She just looked at me.  Sometimes trying to brighten someone's day is just an impossible thing to do.  Anyways, I grabbed the train back to Kew Gardens and the bus back to campus.  A fairly successful trip I must say.

Cheers,
Bhoov

Carlos Wang

Last night was very heated as you all know.  A self-proclaimed blog "expert" by the name of Carlos Wang decided to leave a few insulting comments on my last blogpost "Easily Inspired."  My thanks go out to everyone who supported me in my defense against the hispanic asian.  Unexpected events came about late last night but let me tell this story from the beginning.

Last night I arrived at my dorm around 7.  I walked in, greeted all the suitemates, and started putting my things away.  Dmrt was in the common room along with DM so I walked out and started talking with them.  I noticed my blog was up on Dmrt's computer which was cool, "Dmrt...checkin out my blog?"  He just said something like he was checking it out yesterday.  I started shooting at the mini basketball hoop in our common room while we were talking, when he burst out laughing.  "Bhoov you have a comment on your last blogpost.  Who is Carlos Wang?"  Then he proceeded to read the comment that many of you have already seen:

"BHoov, 

I am a blog "expert" and read tens to hundreds of blogs every day. The mindless drivel seen on this "supposed blogsite" just makes me furious. To be fair, it's not just you. In this day and age it seems everybody considers themselves a wordsmith, and thinks people like me want to hear about the boring and dull bullshit you are unfortunate enough to apprently live through every day. Keep these stories and old memories to yourself, because I can guarnantee you no one wants to read this rubbish. If you must tell someone, go to a cemetary and enlighten the graves with your experiences; at least you can't bore them to death. 

Sincerely, 
Carlos Wang
c.wang311@gmail.com"

While Dmrt was reading everyone was in the common room laughing over this crazy comment post.  When I first heard the comment, I really didn't know what to think.  I guess I just thought some idiot with too much time on his hands decided to make himself look like a jackass on my blog.  My suitemates asked if I was going to write back because of course they wanted to see sparks fly with this one.  I decided that I was going to write a very calm but insulting response.  By the time I posted this response, 3 others from some of my close friends followed.  Each of them said about the same thing.  I posted this event on facebook to try and get more reinforcements against this blog expert.  When I returned to the blog Mr. Wang had posted another comment which was much more intense than the first.  I had a war on my hands here.  

The bout lasted til 2 in the morning.  I was sitting on my bed in my room thinking of a great comeback when Dmrt, TE, DM, and PP came in.  They asked how it was going and then Dmrt kind of smiled.  "Hey Hoovie, what was Carlos Wang's email again?"  I looked it up under his comment, "c.wang311@gmail.com," I replied.  "311 huh?" He said with another grin.  "What room do we live in?"  The lightbulb flashed in my mind, "Shit..311."  Everyone burst out laughing all at once.  I got punk'd plain and simple.  Carlos Wang: created by TE (along with Wang's gmail account) and propagated by Dmrt and DM.  A practical joke.  The best practical joke I've ever been a part of..and I was the target.  It was well planned and well executed so I have to tip my hat to them.  They made all of you believe them too, lets be honest.  

Carlos Wang: Born October 11, 2010---------Terminated October 12, 2010

Hope everyone enjoyed the show

Bhoov

Easily Inspired

When I was 8 I wanted to turn a Macey's shopping bag into a glider so I could try and jump off my side deck and fly. When I was 9 I saw the movie "Rocky" and started training to be a boxer. When I was 10 I wore all black and crawled around in my neighbors' shrubs at night because I wanted to be a spy. When I was 12 I saw highlights of Freddy Adu and knew that I wanted to play on the World Cup team. When I was 13 I stayed home sick from school, started reading a science textbook, and decided science was my calling. (The lamp lightbulb beside me blew out and it was like the apple just fell on Newton's head) When i was 14 I wrote 5 pages of the beginning of a murder/mystery novel but then got bored and stopped. When I was 15 I worked on a rubix cube for a week straight everyday and got all the colors together except for two squares (it was one of the ones that turns into different shapes as you twist it, not a normal rubix cube), never finished it. When I was 17 I wanted to be a computer programmer. When I was 18 I realized what a bad idea it was to try and become a computer programmer, so I changed my major. I changed colleges after a semester. I moved to New York City from central Pennsylvania. RD and I thought it would be profitable to build a party shack out in the woods so we could rent it out to groups of people. After staying overnight in my cousin's trailer after a reception party I decided I want to own a huge chunk of land and live in a trailer on that land. After seeing the Guardian I swam hundreds of laps in my parents pool. After watching survivor man I dragged JB and RD out in the middle of the woods so we could go camping when it was basically calling for a hurricane (we got over 5 inches of rain that night and we were sleeping beside a lake).

Some might say I'm bipolar, impulsive, or maybe just crazy, but I like to think of it as "easily inspired." I like to think of it as a gift rather than a sickness because I can easily say that every good thing that has happened in my life has been caused by some kind of inspiration. I really have to bring up how much money I've wasted or even more my parents have wasted on my crazy whims of imagination. That can't be overlooked nor can some of the bad choices that I've made because I got an idea in my head that I just ran with. No one really knows why they are the way they are but the only thing we can do is accept it and have hope that things are they way they are for a reason.

Cheers,

Bhoov

By the way:

Social Network is a good movie, it is a renter however.

It is great to be home, long weekends are the best.

RW deuces cracking aces got you back to even today

KH move back to Pennsylvania please

KH good luck on rotations