operation “don’t let obed go home with anyone” did not succeed at all.
thank goodness i know i’m worth so much more than that.
Month: June 2013
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“embrace me,
tell me all your secrets,
embrace me,
we could last a lifetime.”i don’t even remember the last time i blogged drunk.
i went to a staff meeting at moroco chocolat hoping to go to the gym afterwards, but they gave us free beer and pizza so that was out of the question.
got a couple of drinks with kat before heading to a surprisingly dead church st. with sadiq.
he’s always up for anything and it’s wonderful.
we ended up eating at frans and it was delicious.
lovin life.
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had my first day of work today as a busser at moroco chocolat and some man kept calling me cute, told a server he had a crush on me and then told me he loved me.
i think i should get a promotion now.
j/k i’m grateful for this job!
and it’s actually pretty fun and everyone’s super nice.
i’m happy.
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omg gotta love vine.
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chiromancy.
i was up reading tonight and there was a passage in this book that mentioned chiromancy – palmistry, the prediction of a person’s future from the lines of the palms of his or her hands.
i suddenly remembered a party i recently went to with a couple of friends, at which there was a woman who claimed to be a practitioner.
“well, i just do it as a hobby, really. i’m probably not all that good.”
but i was curious, so i gave her my strong hand and she read its lines.
she said i would have a very long life – that there would be harsh troubles near the end of it but they would be resolved – and that i was fated to meet my one true love.
a soulmate.
now, i’m not sure how much i believe in chiromancy
horoscopes, tarot cards, all the rest.
they poke at my curiousity but i keep my faith in other things.
still, it’d be nice if this prediction were to come true.
all things considered, it doesn’t seem like a bad prophecy at all.
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“She didn’t much care if it was or wasn’t the musical portrait of the cellist, it’s likely that he’d fabricated in his mind any alleged similarities, real or imagined, but what impressed death was that she seemed to hear in those fifty-eight seconds of music a rhythmical and melodic transposition of every and any human life, be it run-of-the-mill or extraordinary, because of its tragic brevity, its desperate intensity, and also because of that final chord, like an ellipsis left hanging in the air, something yet to be said. The cellist had fallen into one of the least forgivable of human sins, that of presumption, when he thought he could see his face, and his alone, in a portrait in which everyone could be found, a presumption which, however, if we think about it, if we choose not to remain on the surface of things, could equally be interpreted as a manifestation of its polar opposite, that is, of humility, since if it is a portrait of everyone, then I must be included in it too.”
‘Death with Interruptions’ by Jose Saramago
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i am trying to make plans for tonight and my phone is being a little shit. i fricken hate updating my phone.
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Dozens of psychological studies have consistently shown that giving expected extrinsic rewards for an activity (e.g. “If you do x, I will give you y amount of cash/points/…”) often reduces intrinsic motivation of people to do it. The first reason is that people feel controlled by the person giving the rewards, reducing their sense of autonomy… Secondly, giving a reward for an activity sends a strong social signal that you don’t consider the activity worth doing for its own sake.
Sebastian Deterding, Don’t Play Games With Me! Promises and Pitfalls of Gameful Design (via maxistentialist)