Thursday, September 13, 2012

Fact & Fancy

So, we had a writing prompt in class the other day where we were to juxtapose factual statements with subjective ones, hopefully creating weird connections, blah blah. So here's mine. I'm happy with it, but it's also one of those things that you can't ever use for anything.

Fireflies are a classic example of an organism that uses bioluminescence for sexual attraction.
Every time I open my mouth, the wrong thing comes out.
Fireflies produce a “cold light,” bioluminescence with no infrared or ultraviolet frequencies.
 I don’t understand extroverts.
Tropical fireflies, in particular, routinely synchronize their flashes among large groups. 
They talk all the time, but they’re not just saying everything in their heads - it’s like a code. 
Species are distinguished by the unique courtship flash-patterns emitted by flying males, which the flightless females mirror from the grass.
 It doesn’t help that I’m not remotely interested in normal-people things - sports, fashion, Real Housewives - so I’ll pretty much be alone forever.
“Photuris” is a genus of lightning bugs (beetles of the family “Lampyridae”).
Maybe it just takes practice - you know, to pretend until you become, fake it 'till you make it. 
The species is carnivorous, and feeds mostly on insects.
Maybe then I’ll finally be able to get a date. 
The females of these predatory beetles mimic the light signals of other lightning bug species’ males to attract, kill, and eat them.

Thursday, September 6, 2012

Eyes Half Shut



"It's extraordinary how we go through life with eyes half shut, with dull ears, with dormant thoughts.  Perhaps it's just as well; and it may be that it is this very dullness that makes life to the incalculable majority so supportable and so welcome" -Lord Jim, by Joseph Conrad 

Monday, September 3, 2012

Memory



“No relation of a dream can convey the dream-sensation, that commingling of absurdity, surprise, and bewilderment in a tremor of struggling revolt, that notion of being captured by the incredible which is often the very essence of dreams...it is impossible to convey the life-sensation of any given epoch of one's existence,--that which makes its truth, its meaning--its subtle and penetrating essence. It is impossible. No, it is impossible...we live, as we dream, alone” -Heart of Darkness, by Joseph Conrad