let's tell each other stories, eh? let's make Ursa Major seem crass.
that I was in a tour group and Residente Calle 13 was in it and he was obviously interested in this one girl who looked like a woman I met in Porto and I was all WHY ARE YOU EVEN TALKING TO HER YOU SHOULD BE TALKING TO ME
and then I left but saw some of the other things this tour company did, one of which was basically channeling the Catbus from My Neighbor Totoro and it was this giant inflatable cat and 4-6 people strapped themselves on top of it with helmets n’ stuff and then it was launched from the top of a tall building. It bounced a couple of times before coming to a halt.
Previous to that, I had been walking with one of my friends and todo el mundo estaba sacando fotos de nosotras; no nos molestaba esto pero nos extrañaba un poco, especialmente xq SOLO sacaban fotos sin pedirnos permisión de antemano.
In Inception, Leo’s wife was convinced that they were still living in a dream. For the sake of argument, let’s say she was right and has therefore been “released” from the dream while Leo is still dreaming. Couldn’t he stay in the dream until he died of natural causes (assuming he’s only one level down from her) and then just go up a level to where she was, and this would only take a very short amount of time by her reckoning?
So I guess what it comes down to is that he should stop worrying, because either a. this is reality and his wife is dead, or b. he’s gonna be back with her eventually and be able to have quite a long time with her. He should just live as if his current world were reality.
Wherein you don’t sleep for a solid chunk of time each night but rather take short naps throughout the day.
I don’t see how this could be good for you (fucking with circadian rhythms and all) but it’s certainly interesting.
Named after Philip K. Dick’s “Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?”, Electric Sheep is a really interesting screen saver that displays a series of fractal-based images that morph into one another. The kicker is you can vote on which seeds you do and don’t like, and the actual screen saver that you see is a result of the votes and calculations of every person using the screen saver. Call it a collective dream, á la Paprika but a lot less scary.
I had a heated discussion about how much the “greats” in any field actually know and how much is just glamour/reputation,
tried to convince some people (friends of my parents, I think) that my school is not a bunch of cokeheads,
deliberated over whether a certain outfit was too hipster to go clubbing in,
and then I thought, “I should go home now.”
So I woke up and left.