Cattle Herding.

Apparently it takes more than a college education to know how to line up in consecutive order in a timely manner. I no longer wonder why graduation rehearsal exists. Waste of time if you have skills at counting, but for those graduates that have trouble (and believe me there were several), well worth the trip.

I've been walking around campus for the past couple days thinking to myself, this is the last time I will ever do certain things. The last time I will ever use a mac in the design lab. The last time I will ever walk up the journalism building's steps to the third floor. The last time I will walk across the oval as an undergrad. The last time I will take a crap in the Science and Engineering Library's bathroom.

Let the nostalgia set in.

World's Biggest Goof

My how unrealistic the movie independence day really is. How on earth is Jeff Goldblum smart enough to integrate a 1990s computer software virus with alien technology? Unbelievable. Unless you are 10 years old.

I will never understand skinny jeans.

What is it about springtime that incites couples everywhere to break out in public displays of affection? Are they just too cold to act like teenagers in the fall and winter?

Once upon a time there was a girl who ate too much porridge. She fell asleep and was mauled by a family of bears. Tragic.

Some days I want to shoot not babies.

Sometimes I stay up until 4 am. Unwise.

Life is like a box of chocolates. I wish I could get rid of the coconuts. I don't know how that applies to life but I really want a chocolate covered caramel now.

In a few days I will be a college graduate. Am I supposed to feel proud? Accomplished? Fulfilled? I don't think I feel any of those things. I was always supposed to do something like this. I would be more proud of myself if I had gone against the grain and done something original.

Originality. Its what many of us seek. Everyone wants to be exceptional. Most of us are nothing but ordinary. And really we're all the same. But deep down we all want to be rock stars. Immortality through originality. Forever famous in the eyes of history.

Art. Ideas. Words. Work. Babies. How do you seek eternal eternity?

Personally, I am going to create the worlds biggest ice cream cone and inadvertently solve global climate change here on earth. Mark. My. Words.

Call me Dork, but I just looked it up. "The Guiness Book of World Records setting ice cream scoop consisted of 28,000 scoops of strawberry ice cream that weighed 7,800 pounds." World's Biggest Ice Cream Scoop

Someone already beat me to it. :( Although I thought to add the cone...points of originality?? No, not so much? Drat.

So much for solving global warming.

If global warming gets too bad you've gotta wonder what will be the next cockroach...you know, besides the cockroach. I think the Canada Goose has some forthcoming longevity in the cards. They will they become the alpha species. Enslaving man to do their goose bidding.

Just think about it.

And that is why we ought to recycle. And accelerate near ponds.

No...but seriously.


Originality. Ingenuity. Creativity.

I resolve to never attach a photo to this site that I have not taken or created myself. I nearly integrated a photo of a mountain of ice cream. But I have instated a new rule....although I do not think I have heretofore broken said rule...but future reference we have.

I digress. I get off topic. I redundantly repeat myself. And reiterate.

Originality. That is the desire. At least it is mine. And since this is my world, that's all that matters. :P I would like to be creative forever. Or at least once. Like real good. Solid creative. Creative that matters. One time. And then pretend to be creative for the rest of my goose enslaved life.

Why would you want a giant ice cream cone? Who could possibly eat all that ice cream before it melted away?! Gawd that's such a waste!

So sticky. Would need to create the world's largest napkin just to keep the universe in order.

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Would life be easier if I had four arms, two legs and a tail? Just wondering.

I'm awfully goofy after 4am.

Resistance is Futile.

A Champagne Supernova In the Sky

Its recently occurred to me that anxiety killers make me a lot less broody, pessimistic and depressed, but also a lot less intelligent because I do not obsessively think about the world.

It used to be that I blogged because I had so many thoughts running through my head. Now I am lucky to find thoughts amidst all the business and anxiety reduction pills.

Sadly in order to function properly, I need drugs.

Here are some slightly depressing yet thoughtful excerpts from Becky minus SSRIs.



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Thursday, April 16, 2009

People are preoccupied with appearance. Aesthetic outward beauty. Yes. I believe its natural. That's why the man peacock is colorful. Because he is beautiful and that signifies he would make good healthy peacock babies. Are we as humans supposed to transcend the laws of nature?

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Friday, March 06, 2009

A man is not old until regrets take the place of dreams. ~John Barrymore

How many of us really have ended up where we had hoped we would be at our age. Maybe goals change. Maybe you change. Or maybe you give up on goals that seem too lofty.

The prefrontal cortex controls inhibition. Those with a large prefrontal cortex are said to have stronger inhibitory controls. Those who have damaged that part of the brain are often 100% spontaneous. I read an article that recommends ways to improve and develop that part of your brain to give you stronger inhibitory control.

But personally I need advice as to how to do the opposite.

Your decision making capabilities are well below par when you overthink everything.

Life is a moderately good play with a badly written third act. ~Truman Capote

Today I went to the park of roses and it is completely gutted, brown, desolate, dry and dead. Every hue holds the same value of ugly and mucky. I brought my camera but there was nothing aesthetic about the place. But in its own way....it was beautiful. Kind of like a blank slate. Tabula rasa.

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Thursday, March 05, 2009

The cadence of consonants, structurally sound, acute alliterative attention, modifiers modifying les mots de la langue.

There is debate as to whether the art of writing can be taught. Either you are born a writer with the love of language, or you are born as simple-minded as most human beings who dangle their participles and misplace their modifiers. There are only so many Nietzches, Rembrandts, Einsteins, and Beethovens, just as are there only so many Hemmingways. To aspire to greatness is to assure one's own inevitable failure. The literary, poetic, prose writers of the past become immortalized through their genius, ghostly syllables living on in the stark contrast of black on white. Academia worships you, you are the gods of fiction, the kings of prose.

Plot. Structure. Subtext.

What does minutiae even mean?

minutiae: n. precise details; small or trifling matters


Once upon a time, I began to exist.

Anniversaries are a completely arbitrary concept, as if the passage of one full year actually means anything. 23 years ago, I emerged into a world of hate, suffering, hope, a planet so rife with troubles, a people so in denial of its own flawed nature. 23 years ago, I couldn't form a word. 22 years ago, I couldn't form a sentence. 10 years ago, I could form no original thoughts. Today, I can conjur no hope.

Are we really just primal beings controlled by our primitive impulses. Sex, hunger, pain.

The pleasure principle. Avoid pain, flock to pleasure. The only way our species is to survive is to have a lot of sex. Genetic variability. Apocalypse, please.


To contemplate the ills of society is to open oneself to the uncertainty that is the nature of the universe. Entropy rules the world, a choatic cacophony of instability. Probabilty in quantum mechanics, principles of uncertainty. Thanks, Heisenberg.

Mythology is a blanket of hope, a blindfold of fiction, the cocoon of freedom from intellectual curiousity. Interrogate the world amidst destruction, animosity, oppression, hypocrisy. Fire and brimstone here on earth, is this planet another world's hell? Ask the questions or swallow the answers.

Exploding star of the bubbly amber alcoholic beverage variety aloft in the heavens above.

Sometimes succinct is simply the best choice.
Someday you will find me, caught beneath the landslide.

23 years ago, I began to exist. Will I exist in 23 more? Will I want to?

Mindlessness. The senseless masses. Perfunctory pleasantries, please proceed with passivity. The blindfold of reality descends to staunch creativity and condition conformity. Prepare to be assimilated. Resistance, as many of you well know, is futile.

Beliefs are stronger than facts. Faith is a pretty name for a girl, but as a concept lacks desirability. Constant criticism, questioning the questions. Accept nothing as certain in an uncertain world.

Neurological chemicals tell us when we are sad. Love is the limbic system telling us to procreate.

Once upon a time, I began to exist. The verb remains unerroneous. I exist, I will until I do no longer. After that, once can only hope for the best and keep cranking the handle of passion.

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Gosh...I kind of miss being broody and pessimistic. It beats being vacuous and boring.

Sometimes I Do Cool Things With Illustrator.

Diego, March 2009
Created in May 2009 by Rebekah M Flory

That is love.

If an alcoholic is happy, do you try and change her self destructive behavior or do you just live and let live?

On the way home to the parent's house billboard reads: You're wife is HOT. Fix your air conditioner.

Its a beautiful day to be angry.

I'm headed to the hammock to read a book.

I should probably do some yoga too. Becky needs some stress-reduction.

People make me angry.

Is it too late to become a recluse?

I leave you with this:





That's love.

Sober people do funny things too.

As I go to untag questionable photos of me on facebook, I realize that all of the photos where I look like I am heavily inebriated, I am quite the opposite. And the few photos of me inebriated I look nice clean cut and cognizant.

I have too many pictures to filter everything. I give up.

Privacy settings it is.

People talk as if the ultimate goal is to get this great job in the corporate world many of my closet friends know as "hell". If money is all that you love then I guess I can see why its so lucrative to want to hide your personality in lieu of never getting a job.

Personally aside from health insurance, I'm not all that worried about it. In fact, I am quite happy with where I am at in my current state.

I am unashamed of the fact that on occasion I like to go out have a good safe drunken time with my friends. And I do not believe I should be judged professionally on what I do in my personal life.

Before recently I had set no privacy settings, and basically allowed anyone to see everything.

So where do you draw the line.

When at least 40% of employers check social media before hiring an applicant, can you afford to be open and frank with the images and content you put out there?

Perhaps I should just hold out for that other 60%.

Who knows.

This is what I do know.

Today a little girl came up to me in the stairwell and said politely and composedly, "Excuse me, can you tell me how to get downstairs?"

I had to skip a beat, fight the smart ass within me and resist the urge to mention the obvious. Well you see this gradated inclining structure on which you currently stand? Well what you do is you put one foot in front of the other on each respective step descending until you reach the first floor...

In her defense I think she was just confused about what doors to use to exit.

Being the nice person that I am, I engaged her in as much conversation as I could possibly muster(I don't converse well with those under the age of 18) and led her to her intended destination.

I remember what it was like to be a 9 year old girl. I was probably as clueless as she was, except the only difference: I never asked for help. Kudos for being resourceful.

I've decided not to worry about being declined for hire from prospective employers. I'm not sure I want to work for a place that will judge you because you like to have a good time.