Some Old Things I Wrote

I've dabbled in writing, often little bits here or there, about this and that.  If you've been following along, you've probably seen at least one or two bits(like this post).  Some time ago, I wrote a few... monologues I guess.  I guess they were kind of like the character narrating a moment in time.  Here's one of them, I think it was a combination of the beauty of letting go, and deciding what's important to yourself.


I couldn't remember what happened after that moment, the screen faded to black. A touching score moved all to tears, the feel-good moment of the week. My confusion soon sorted into a new understanding. I decided to improvise. "Goodbye." The romantic comedy turned tragedy.  I gave up everything. Damn, nothing never felt so much like something.

This next one was about... I think the phrase would be "modern excessivism" or something.

She looked at me, those eyes that shimmered like the lights on her empty martini glass. Every step a pick up line, confident yet desperate. Each sway of her hips cried for my validation, or any man who would fall into her wake. She stood before me, pouring forth her charm, cascading over me like her designer perfume. When did too much become just enough? This is growing up.

I'll leave it at those, and bid you adieu,
Trot On Everypony, Alturiigo

Why Haven't I Gone Back To School?

I find this to be a good question I ask myself, especially since years of thought on it have only given me a vague sense of my internal forces directing my decision making.  I mean, growing up it always just seemed like something I would do, as much a part of my life and future as going through k-12.  I've always loved learning, about almost anything.  I think the world around us is a fascinating place, filled with amazing and spectacular things.

Another note, this isn't an argument for or against it, merely a presentation of thought.

With the advent of the internet, and a viable means of global sharing and networking, a huge amount of the world's information is at our fingertips.  Once, a person would have to be given access to the material, often through difficult channels.  This is to say, if I wanted to learn about quantum physics, I'd need to pretty much go to school for it to have the materials to learn from.  Yes, educational systems also provide better structures for learning as well, so this is much to their benefit in a comparison to simply looking up the information yourself.  So sure, it seems like in some part I seem disinclined to spend thousands of dollars to learn something.  My love of learning also means that the idea of picking one thing to learn about still seems... daunting?

There's more to it though for me, I'm certain.  I feel a sense of frustration about the notion that I "should go to college" because well, that's just what you do.  As though whether or not I've attended university decides whether or not I'm of much "value" to society.  So am I that stubborn and irrational? Maybe.  Here's a thought though -
I made a choice, a conscious choice to alter my life and experience in a way that was not how I originally saw myself, or how others saw me.  This wasn't (just) childish spite, I'd be a fool if I let that govern my adult life.  It was a choice about they way I would live my life, it governed the people I've met and the things I've done.  Have I impacted a lot of people, or really changed anything?  I guess that depends on your scope.

I've been blessed with meeting many amazing people who have enriched my life, and as it turns out, that's often a mutual thing.  So sure, I didn't end up going to school to study linguistics, or fashion design, or programming, or almost any of the other things that fascinate me.  I was the one making decisions in my life, and every one of them has shaped me into the person I am today.  A person who I am not ashamed to be.

Trot On Everypony,
Alturiigo

Do Dogs Smell In Color?

Sure, that sounds like a pretty silly question, but let me add a little change of context.

This thought occurred to me the other day as I was considering how much better a dog's sense of smell is than a human's.  I couldn't help but think it would suck horribly, I mean consider smelling something rotten, then multiply that.  Not so rad.  Dogs have a very broad "spectrum of smells", let's say, allowing them to also pick out smaller more localized odors, such as a drug dog, or dogs which are trained to identify cancer.

Senses are pretty amazing, since they're actually a process of interpreting an experience or stimuli.  So while we can be ever so sure that red is red... there are other humans out there which see something different.  If that was what they learned to be red, then it would all be peachy-keen(well for the most part).  So we see in colors, a broad spectrum in which we are able to distinguish between very small differences in wavelengths of light and their interactions with our eyes.  Your nose works in a similar way, reacting to molecules and generating an odor or scent.  Without a nose(the very idea of what a nose represents), things don't have an odor.  Think about it though, seriously.  They don't.

Anyways, my thought is like this; Maybe we can best understand a dog's sense of smell through our understanding of our sense of color and in some ways sight(like using scent to track something).  Which brings me to one of my favorite thoughts -
One sees the world through a lens of oneself, but through We, may one hope to see beyond themselves, and appreciate the beauty of Us.

Alturiigo, minding my T's and Q's