Sunday, February 28, 2010
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Practicality
What would the world be like,
if everything had to be practical?
Would there be a place for cotton candy,
or amusement parks?
What would the world be like,
if composers were told to be more efficient,
and poets had to keep to the facts.
And in this world, where would we live,
how would we live?
What would give us joy?
And the car? Would the car give us joy?
Or would they too only be built to satisfy a need?
What would the world be like,
If everything had to be practical?
What would happen to men with dreams,
Crazy, impossible, unbelievable impractical dreams
Of building something that no one has said they need
What would the world be like if everything had to be rational?
Would there be room for a dreamer?
Would there be a room for a company of dreamers.
A place where inspiration comes not only once,
But again
And again
And again.
And where everything they build is a culmination of everything they know,
and everything they are.
So perhaps, it's time, once again,
to look around and be thankful that we live in a world that we do,
that allow little boys and the rest of the world, to dream
as impractical, irrational, and unnecessary as that may be.
if everything had to be practical?
Would there be a place for cotton candy,
or amusement parks?
What would the world be like,
if composers were told to be more efficient,
and poets had to keep to the facts.
And in this world, where would we live,
how would we live?
What would give us joy?
And the car? Would the car give us joy?
Or would they too only be built to satisfy a need?
What would the world be like,
If everything had to be practical?
What would happen to men with dreams,
Crazy, impossible, unbelievable impractical dreams
Of building something that no one has said they need
What would the world be like if everything had to be rational?
Would there be room for a dreamer?
Would there be a room for a company of dreamers.
A place where inspiration comes not only once,
But again
And again
And again.
And where everything they build is a culmination of everything they know,
and everything they are.
So perhaps, it's time, once again,
to look around and be thankful that we live in a world that we do,
that allow little boys and the rest of the world, to dream
as impractical, irrational, and unnecessary as that may be.
Friday, February 26, 2010
Masterpieces
Not everything man touches instantly becomes a masterpiece.
What a bore if it did.
Sometimes it works. Sometimes it doesn't.
And sometimes, nobody notices.
One thing is for sure, it helps to be a little different.
To make your own rules.
But let's face it, if we had a style like Picasso,
would we have gotten good grades in school?
What makes a couple of words a poem?
What makes a couple of tones a symphony?
Sometimes, there's only one thing to do:
Stick to it, and discover that one standout idea,
that changes the world a little bit.
That makes a work,
into a work of art,
that touches us,
and the generations after us.
What a bore if it did.
Sometimes it works. Sometimes it doesn't.
And sometimes, nobody notices.
One thing is for sure, it helps to be a little different.
To make your own rules.
But let's face it, if we had a style like Picasso,
would we have gotten good grades in school?
What makes a couple of words a poem?
What makes a couple of tones a symphony?
Sometimes, there's only one thing to do:
Stick to it, and discover that one standout idea,
that changes the world a little bit.
That makes a work,
into a work of art,
that touches us,
and the generations after us.
Thoughts and Quotes
I'm starting to lose faith in the freshness ratings on rottentomatoes.com. Either that or I really enjoy crap movies.
I want an iPad so bad I'm pretending I already have one by holding my iPhone really close to my face.
"Be content with what you have; rejoice in the way things are. When you realize there is nothing lacking, the whole world belongs to you." - Lao Tzu
Try not to be a man of success, try to be a man of value.
-Einstein
Keep true to the dreams of thy youth.
The countdown to spring break (going home) begins. I wonder if home has changed any since winter break.
A blizzard/snowstorm has hit Bethlehem, PA. It's pretty exciting. Lot's of snow = sweet pictures.
I want an iPad so bad I'm pretending I already have one by holding my iPhone really close to my face.
"Be content with what you have; rejoice in the way things are. When you realize there is nothing lacking, the whole world belongs to you." - Lao Tzu
Try not to be a man of success, try to be a man of value.
-Einstein
Keep true to the dreams of thy youth.
The countdown to spring break (going home) begins. I wonder if home has changed any since winter break.
A blizzard/snowstorm has hit Bethlehem, PA. It's pretty exciting. Lot's of snow = sweet pictures.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Thoughts
The iGeneration.
That's what they'll call us.
Social networking nowadays. Facebook, Twitter, etc.
After two weeks of cleansing myself of Facebook, I have found myself asking myself more questions.
I found myself imagining. Dreaming.
Like a computer, sometimes, I need to just shut down, and restart.
I wish there was a restart button on life. I would do so many things differently. And I would do so many things the same.
I wish I had a psychedelic dream that makes me realize what I'm doing now will lead to failure.
I haven't doodled in class recently. I haven't even drawn anything in class. My notebook is just filled with notes. I haven't been thinking. I've just put myself in autopilot. I haven't learned anything this entire year. I haven't done anything right in a few months. Maybe even years.
But I'm noticing that I'm changing ever so slightly. Everyday.
I'm beginning to think about crazy ideas. I'm beginning to go insane. It's wonderful.
I've fallen so far down a hole, I can't even see the light. But it doesn't matter.
I'm learning from my mistakes.
I'm evolving.
I'm restarting.
Because it's not allowed.
Here's to the crazy ones.
That's what they'll call us.
Social networking nowadays. Facebook, Twitter, etc.
After two weeks of cleansing myself of Facebook, I have found myself asking myself more questions.
I found myself imagining. Dreaming.
Like a computer, sometimes, I need to just shut down, and restart.
I wish there was a restart button on life. I would do so many things differently. And I would do so many things the same.
I wish I had a psychedelic dream that makes me realize what I'm doing now will lead to failure.
I haven't doodled in class recently. I haven't even drawn anything in class. My notebook is just filled with notes. I haven't been thinking. I've just put myself in autopilot. I haven't learned anything this entire year. I haven't done anything right in a few months. Maybe even years.
But I'm noticing that I'm changing ever so slightly. Everyday.
I'm beginning to think about crazy ideas. I'm beginning to go insane. It's wonderful.
I've fallen so far down a hole, I can't even see the light. But it doesn't matter.
I'm learning from my mistakes.
I'm evolving.
I'm restarting.
Because it's not allowed.
Here's to the crazy ones.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Think Different
Here’s to the crazy ones.
The misfits.
The rebels.
The troublemakers.
The round pegs in the square holes.
The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules.
And they have no respect for the status quo. You can praise them, disagree with them, quote them, disbelieve them, glorify or vilify them.
About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them.
Because they change things.
They invent.
They imagine. They heal. They explore.
They create. They inspire. They push the human race forward.
Maybe they have to be crazy.
How else can you stare at an empty canvas and see a work of art?
Or sit in silence and hear a song that’s never been written?
Or gaze at a red planet and see a laboratory on wheels?
We make tools for these kinds of people.
While some see them as the crazy ones,
we see genius.
Because the people who are crazy enough to think
they can change the world, are the ones who do.
The misfits.
The rebels.
The troublemakers.
The round pegs in the square holes.
The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules.
And they have no respect for the status quo. You can praise them, disagree with them, quote them, disbelieve them, glorify or vilify them.
About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them.
Because they change things.
They invent.
They imagine. They heal. They explore.
They create. They inspire. They push the human race forward.
Maybe they have to be crazy.
How else can you stare at an empty canvas and see a work of art?
Or sit in silence and hear a song that’s never been written?
Or gaze at a red planet and see a laboratory on wheels?
We make tools for these kinds of people.
While some see them as the crazy ones,
we see genius.
Because the people who are crazy enough to think
they can change the world, are the ones who do.
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