The Swingers
I have lost track of the number of times in the last two months that I have said or thought, I am so messed up .
On the other hand, I have also lost count of the number of times I thought I have never been happier.
Do opposites cancel each other out? Or do they just polarize your world?
An arc spinning round and round. A smile. A frown. In turns.
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There is something disturbingly pendulous about grad life. People keep swinging between the extremes of beer pong championships and homework marathons. And life has no other equilibrium points. Yesterday, in my Classical Dynamics class, the professor innocuously said, the velocity constraint in the motion of a simple pendulum is clearly holonomic. If you are on the pendulum, you cannot access every point in space. You are constrained to move between two extremes along the arc of a circle.
Well, the pendulum is clearly content limiting its existence to one degree of freedom. And so should be everyone who's boarded the pendulum at will.
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Last week, I was in LA, at a quirky place called Venice Beach. It was almost like walking back into the 60's, psychedelic colours, long hair, music, the warm smell of colitas and carefreeness and the works.
A part of me, a small part of me felt totally at home in this anachronistic alley.
(As an aside, I also said this aloud, which prompted a friend to say, in less elegant words, 'You are saying this only cos you are not getting any'. Ahem, not true.)
The escapism pervading the air found its match in a corner of my soul. However, there is a much larger part of me that cares too much about the world. And not the kind of care that makes one love the whales, the icebergs, the cows and the tribals. It is the kind of care that puts you on a pendulum when you want to be in the clouds.
Yes, my spirit is a flower child with a PR agent.
On the other hand, I have also lost count of the number of times I thought I have never been happier.
Do opposites cancel each other out? Or do they just polarize your world?
An arc spinning round and round. A smile. A frown. In turns.
--
There is something disturbingly pendulous about grad life. People keep swinging between the extremes of beer pong championships and homework marathons. And life has no other equilibrium points. Yesterday, in my Classical Dynamics class, the professor innocuously said, the velocity constraint in the motion of a simple pendulum is clearly holonomic. If you are on the pendulum, you cannot access every point in space. You are constrained to move between two extremes along the arc of a circle.
Well, the pendulum is clearly content limiting its existence to one degree of freedom. And so should be everyone who's boarded the pendulum at will.
--
Last week, I was in LA, at a quirky place called Venice Beach. It was almost like walking back into the 60's, psychedelic colours, long hair, music, the warm smell of colitas and carefreeness and the works.
A part of me, a small part of me felt totally at home in this anachronistic alley.
(As an aside, I also said this aloud, which prompted a friend to say, in less elegant words, 'You are saying this only cos you are not getting any'. Ahem, not true.)
The escapism pervading the air found its match in a corner of my soul. However, there is a much larger part of me that cares too much about the world. And not the kind of care that makes one love the whales, the icebergs, the cows and the tribals. It is the kind of care that puts you on a pendulum when you want to be in the clouds.
Yes, my spirit is a flower child with a PR agent.