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But I must explain to you how all this mistaken idea of denouncing pleasure and praising pain was born and I will give you a complete account of the system, and expound the actual teachings of the great explorer of the truth, the master-builder of human happiness. No one rejects, dislikes, or avoids pleasure itself, because it is pleasure, but because those who do not know how to pursue pleasure rationally encounter consequences that are extremely painful. Nor again is there anyone who loves or pursues or desires to obtain pain of itself, because it is pain, but because occasionally circumstances occur in which toil and pain can procure him some great pleasure. To take a trivial example, which of us ever undertakes laborious physical exercise, except to obtain some advantage from it? But who has any right to find fault with a man who chooses to enjoy a pleasure that has no annoying consequences, or one who avoids a pain that produces no resultant pleasure?

On the other hand, we denounce with righteous indignation and dislike men who are so beguiled and demoralized by the charms of pleasure of the moment, so blinded by desire, that they cannot foresee the pain and trouble that are bound to ensue; and equal blame belongs to those who fail in their duty through weakness of will, which is the same as saying through shrinking from toil and pain. These cases are perfectly simple and easy to distinguish. In a free hour, when our power of choice is untrammeled and when nothing prevents our being able to do what we like best, every pleasure is to be welcomed and every pain avoided. But in certain circumstances and owing to the claims of duty or the obligations of business it will frequently occur that pleasures have to be repudiated and annoyances accepted. The wise man therefore always holds in these matters to this principle of selection: he rejects pleasures to secure other greater pleasures, or else he endures pains to avoid worse pains.

star trek food replicators are finally here. i lived to see the day!

http://www.naturalmachines.com/

no thanks. i will not pay reparations to your cold dark soul.

i think this is what my heaven could potentially look like. in other news, i need to calm down with cs6.

the abominable snow chotu

illustrator vector drawing. do not mess.

Chotu.

the. best. thing. ever.

whoever said you can't have your cake and eat it too has not been to the right baker

no words. LOL.

epid epid epid oh can't you see, sometimes your hill's criteria just hypnotize me

open the window

ok. so. the winter will not end up here. i just fried some tofu in korean red pepper paste and grilled some asparagus in butter and garlic. having some vanilla milk and almonds. steeping some tea and painting my nails. procrastinating on studying for an epidemiology exam on wednesday. just submit a portion of my assignment for my program development class. have a paper due tomorrow that i turned in last week. chuckles.

nothing is going on really. im sitting here with the window opened because the old school heating in the apartment makes it too hot in here and i cannot turn it down. im reading about investing in 3D printing. have a bunch of dishes in the sink.

i got an exciting paid internship working on a eugenics and coerced sterilization epidemiology project in ann arbor with the head of the epid department. it involves biostats. i don't know why i agreed to this. im excited to start. im thinking about doing a dual with the department of hospital and molecular epidemiology. i like feeling like a detective. i think infectious disease is interesting even though i know nothing about it.

i want to take a bubble bath. i cannot stop thinking about chotu and her toes and her shrieks and the way she puffs out her cheeks and lips when she concentrates. i want to put on a mud mask and sleep. im going to skip all my classes tomorrow but meet with a professor about a research paper on racial and ethnic health disparities in cardiovascular disease.

i came back from richmond and spring break not too long ago. i delivered some calligraphy to charlottesville. it was good being home again. i saw some friends in nova too. it felt familiar but like the past. the people didn't feel like the past. but the place did. but it felt like home. i didn't want to come back here really. i wish the break was longer.

my bosnian roommate from qatar told me she is coming to ann arbor for some survey project in the summer. i will get to see her again after all these years.

the wife of a calligraphy master in istanbul sent me a snarky message about a 'spelling error' on a project i recently completed. she was wrong. she checked with her husband after snarking it up. thanks.

life feels like a bunch of disjointed events. a series of fragmented occurrences. like a bunch of different lives im living. different people i have been. i don't know how to live any other way.

mind over matter.

slurp.

that epidemiology exam was like a sweet creamy cupcake.

raw dough

ok yeah. my niece cracks me up. she has been labeled as a picky eater. but i think she just likes to play with her food and do her own thing. understandable.

so the other day she was sitting in the corner of the kitchen with a plate of biryani and a separate bowl of raw dough she was playing with. i sat with her and was munching away. she started separating her food and putting what she did not want to eat into the raw dough bowl and mixing the rough dough in with her biryani and eating that. but then i saw she was pretending to eat the raw dough and it was fine.

she then started putting what she did not want to eat from her plate into mine - picking out the potatoes and chicken from the biryani and putting it on my plate. whatever i ate it. and then she put something else on my plate so i ate that and i realized it was the rough dough after i had started munching away.

i shrieked and told chotu that she had given me raw dough and i thought it was chicken. she saw the look of panic on my face. it was met with a look of solidarity. of understanding. of being forced to eat something that was not desired. of being tricked. she felt my pain. in a very serious, incensed, and roused way she shouted 'paikdo!' and pointed to the ground.

she was telling me to spit it out. and i have seen her do this with her own foods when she doesn't want to eat something. only we put her in time out or say we will put her in time out. she just does not want to eat it. leave the baby alone. im not giving her stuff she doesn't want to eat anymore.

i will lay out the healthy options and let her decide on her time and on what she wants to eat.

nice

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bilateral_cingulotomy

most favorite tedtalk to date.

pure-castile soap

me life part II. beautiful.

me life.