I don’t enjoy arguing with people.

I find that for the most part, people are extremely reluctant to believe that “their opinion”, their vast powers of critical thinking, is superior to any hard evidence that exists. The general public has such poor understanding of what makes a good argument, and of how research and science actually work.

I don’t mind people who are uneducated about a subject matter. What I hate is people who are uneducated about a subject matter that they think they are an authority on.

Some people will take the time to explain to other people why their arguments are fundamentally flawed, or how they are lacking in knowledge, etc. Frankly, though, I just don’t have the patience. Maybe it’s my short temper. When people are clearly completely wrong about something, but they feel that it’s alright to have “different opinions” about a factual subject matter, it really gets to me.

I’ve seen people fiercely argue that “Come to the beach with Anna and I” is grammatically correct. At the end of the day, they’ll either completely misunderstand your explanation of why it is wrong, or simply ignore it and just cite bad evidence (“It’s written like that in this novel”). The energy is better spent doing more productive things, like expanding your own knowledge.

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Quarantine - Ceremony

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Have not been big into the other songs released off this album, but for some reason this song rules to me.

I love this. Ceremony is still great. And this is great.

This song is awesome, along with the others.

I’m just gonna reblog everything i see from “Zoo” now because these are all so fucking great

I am so anxiously waiting for my preorder, I’m checking every couple of days to see if it’s shipped yet even though I know it won’t ship ‘til March :P

A lot of people are criticizing this album for its ridiculously simple chord structures, but I think it’s refreshing. Ceremony have always been a garage-esque hardcore band, their lo-fi-ness and hypersimplicity (those are words now, because I said so) are a big part of the appeal for me. I like them for the same reason I like intentional use of bad grammar - we’re all free to defy the rules of what “sounds good”. I find it very liberating to listen to stuff that almost intentionally sounds bad.

I lift my eyes to you

I have changed my name a hundred times

I lift my eyes to you

I am hopeless

(One of the hugely influential albums of my youth).

konstantindmitrievitchlevin:

Let us die, let us die

And dying, we reply

“Don’t you tell us about your suffering

Look in our eyes, look in our eyes.” 

Let us be, let us be

Our closeness is such that

Wherever she rests her head

In the softness underneath

She’ll feel me

And you will feel me

Je leverai les yeux a toi

J’ai change cent foi de nom

Je leverai les yeux a toi

Je n’ai pas d’espoir

When you laugh 

You’ll feel my breath there

Filling up your lungs

And when you cry 

Those aren’t your tears but I’m there

Falling down your cheek.

And when you say you love him 

Taste me

I’m like poison on your tongue

But when you’re tired

If you’re quiet 

You’ll hear me singing you to sleep 

My oldest friend.

A codependent boy with a quiet voice who’d take a bullet for a stranger and keeps his phone on loud all night. Twenty-one years old with creases at the corners of his tired eyes and dimples when he smiles. He pays more attention when you’re speaking than you do to your own voice, and he’ll remember every word you ever say.

I wish I could make other girls see you like I do. I don’t have to tell you that I love you for everything you are, and how you’re always here to catch me.

It’s become a lot harder to introspect since I transitioned out of my head and climbed back into the body I forgot I had (I found it badly vandalized, scarred and buckling and tight).

You’re still buried deep in your head for the most part, and I envy you that. I still think in the raw meat metaphors I never could quite wrestle into words, and I still have an uncomfortable relationship at best with secrets hidden between legs. But years of verbal and visual meditation did little to ease all that.

The very recent incident of being choked half to death by someone who is supposed to love me feels dull and far away. Maybe if I’d driven to your house and taken refuge next to you at 3am, it would have all come pouring out in words perfect enough for him. My pain body, my dear estranged monster who will always lie closer to you than to me.

Wrapped tight around my throat a scenario I can’t research my way out of and there’s probably still a right answer, but it isn’t the one I want to hear. “Everything I am is invested in us,” say the bruises on the nape of my neck.

Happy invasion/survival day.

“You’ll find I’m full of surprises”

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Last night, amidst a fit of anxiety over something unrelated, I received an email telling me that I have gotten into the psychology honours course at my uni. It’s a year long research project and a few statistics units, designed to prepare you for postgrad studies and compulsory to get into any kind of psych masters program. It’s competitive and acceptance into the course is based on grades. To be honest, I had no doubt I would get in, but it still feels really good. I’ve worked hard for this and I know a lot of people who applied and didn’t get in.

I won’t lie, I’m absolutely terrified. For some people, it’s an extremely stressful year. Other people have told me third year is more stressful, because third year is so cut-throat, with such a limited number of places available and so many students fighting for them. But really, next year we’ll all be competing to get into postgrad, and it will only be the best students left, so I don’t see it being any less stressful. The challenging thing will be managing that stress, because the less anxious I am, the more clearly I think and the better my grades are. I have to remember that I am smart, capable and organized, and that I haven’t let myself down yet. I need to sit back and enjoy the ride, because really, I’m doing what I’m absolutely passionate about, and I don’t want to be so caught up in the competitiveness of it all that I forget to love it. Because in the end, I know I’ll get into postgrad whether I spend the whole year stressing out or cruising along. I’m dedicating YEARS of my life to this degree - I might as well enjoy it.

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OH SNAP! VILLA NIGHTCLUB, PERTH (24/11/11): Sail On! Sail On! (Post Hardcore/Alternative) [Perth, Australia]

Download their EP ‘A Glow’ for free here!

For fans of: Defeater, mewithoutyou, The Chariot, La Dispute, Pianos Become The Teeth

Photography by Jane Tionowidjaja (Facebook/Flickr)

Co-worker: I bet [two gay guys we work with] are making out, I can’t find either of them.

Me: They’re just friends.

Co-worker: That’s what they say.

Me: Just because you’re a straight female who has straight male friends, does that mean you’re having sex with ALL of them?

Co-worker: …I guess not?

Smell has always had a profound emotional impact on me. In second year neuroscience, I learned that some fibers from lateral olfactory tract terminate in your amygdala, part of the limbic system. The amygdala has a lot of functions, but crudely, most of them are related to emotion, especially fear. This was poignant and made a great deal of sense to me. I don’t know whether it’s generally endorsed that smell has a stronger emotional impact that other sensory stimuli, but I wouldn’t be surprised if it were.