JanMell Vanity Scripts #03: Boarding House Mishap

One boring night my board mates and I decided we could go for a little drink in one of my board mate’s room. It is spacious and strategically located so as to dissolve the maximum amount of sound waves and muffle our expressions of revelry. It is essentially, a noise-cancelling room. Since I just got paid, I bought the booze and let the drinking roll. By the time it’s over (the drinking and the frustration soliloquys), we helped one of my board mates get up the stairs to his bedroom. I had an initial feeling that it wasn’t a good idea but since my claim to fame is the ability to tame the alcohol in me, I felt responsible to help. Next thing I learned, I slipped and hit my head on cold, hard concrete, holding it in agony and panic. Immediately, I checked my senses-- I still knew that I should use an integral and not a differential to solve for the area under a curve, I still memorized Shakespeare’s sonnet 116 and I still had the same crush. It gave me a headache but it wasn’t probably that serious due in part to the cushion provided by my big hair. Up to know, though, I am still giving myself tests to find out if there has been any  damage brought by the unfortunate incident.

Lessons of the Story:

1. I cannot tame the effects of alcohol. It’s too wild.

2. Drunk men helping another are like blind men leading another blind man. They all land on a ditch. In our case, I fell off the stairs.

3. Stay away from alcohol. It can kill your worms but it can cause brain damage.

Reader beware, you choose your own scare.

Dear First Year Students,

Welcome to college. Brace yourselves for an exciting-but-sometimes-boring adventure. Remember, you can choose your own ending and it is all up to you. Good luck.

Sincerely,

A quote from Alice

"The time has come, " the Walrus said, "to talk of many things:

Of shoes-- and ships-- and sealing wax--

Of cabbages-- and kings--

And why the sea is boiling hot

And whether pigs have wings."

                                            -Lewis Carroll, Alice Adventures in Wonderland 


An open and inquiring mind sees everything under the sun, including those which are hidden and even those which are deemed inconceivable.

The Cheshire Cat from Alice Adventures in Wonderland.

For quiz show geeks out there, the real name of Lewis Carroll is Charles Lutwidge Dodgson who wrote the story for kids. But it doesn't end there since it has also captured the imagination of practically all ages. This makes Alice in Wonderland required reading, even for engineering students. As a matter of fact, Science, Technology and Society lectures have reference to the social parodies of Alice, which places the book together with Thoreau's Walden and Pirsig's Zen and the  Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, to name a few, among the best in their discussion of the role of science and technology in the society.

There is a copy by Bantam Classics which incorporates Alice and the sequel, Through the Looking Glass, in one book. If you're going to tell me you'd rather watch the movie instead, or there's no need to read because you already watched the movie, then accept my look of combined disappointment and derision.

The X-Men Situation

Halfway through watching X-Men First Class someone sat on the chair beside me and started using her hand sanitizer that smelled like strawberry grown in the arid soil of Dante's hell. With that, I am being kind. The putrid odor I suppose came from the essences of plants grown in Mordor, in the fires of Mt. Doom, tended by Orcs. That being said, I think we could all agree of the degree of aversion I had with that offensive smell, and by extension, that woman. If not for the awesome scenes I dared not miss, I would have stood up and grappled that woman out of the cinema, or at least where diffusion would not allow her scent to cause distress.

Then I thought this is exactly our general attitude towards something different, eccentric or shall we say, something which stands out. Our collective revulsion against something different from what we like, or what we are used to, manifests in our fear of the unknown, racial and gender discrimination, prejudice, and in the case of the X-Men, all of these.

Basic genetics tells us that we are all different from one another and sometimes our differences elicit varied reactions from people. We sometimes find ourselves among the mutants at the shore, bombarded with a shower of missiles that could instantly annihilate us and forever eradicate our uniqueness from the face of the earth. The good thing is, we can always be Magneto and it is up to us whether we stop the missiles in their tracks and make them drop dead without harming anything other than your feelings, or make them turn the other way around and destroy the very entities that caused injury in the first place.

If you were to have that power, what would you have done? What do you think is a better judgment, to believe that you could live in harmony with the others who might someday accept your differences, or strive to eradicate them in your life as they have sought to eradicate you from theirs? If they can't stand you, will you hope for that to change or do otherwise?

By the way, I still want to wrestle that woman beside me.


Photo from piccsy.com

JanMell Vanity Scripts #02: Pain

Between physical and emotional pain, the classic stand is that physical pain is more tolerable and therefore preferred over its intangible counterpart. The good thing about being physically mutilated, it seems, is that the pain is gone together with the gauze and bandages. On the other hand, emotional pain lingers, pestering like a deep, throbbing wound. The truly painful is not the sustained physical damage while lying at the hospital bed, but the wreckage brought by the one you hold dear who did not drop by and wish you well because he or she don't give a damn anymore. Imagine sleeping with a broken heart-- the waking up is the hardest part. 

Fair enough, but snap out of it. Although emotional pain do cause a great deal of pain, it is at least preferable. Consider the pain of a break-up. At least with a broken heart I could become a poet, or become one of those DJ's in the local radio station who call themselves Dr. Love. (In this case, suicide is an option for people with impaired cognitive function who are so willing to eliminate themselves from the gene pool.)  But what would I do with a painful tooth besides silent sobbing and sleeping to oblivion? 

This brings to mind the conundrum posed by the classic forwarded text message:

Which is more painful, your bf/gf leaving you or your finger getting crushed by a slamming hardwood door? Ouch.

Choose your ending. The Six paths of Pain.

JanMell Vanity Scripts #01: Sacrifices

No life claiming to be worthwhile has not endured any amount of sacrifice. History tells us that sacrifice is an act of noble cause. In the ancient civilizations it is in order to please the gods that they roast human beings or cut their hearts out, dancing and yelling in praise, hoping these would placate their gods' anger and give them the rain for sustenance. In the modern society, however, where human sacrifices are an outrage, man's world view has become so complex that each time, at the major turning points in our lives we have to make sacrifices of a different kind. We can no longer  turn at other people to mutilate with impunity in order to please our God and make everything better for us, so we must find someone else who might not take offense-- ourselves. In order to get that job, we sacrifice our leisure time and work hard. In order to get that coveted grade, we deprive ourselves of sleep. For us to provide for our family, we must bear the pain of loneliness in a strange land away from them. Because we truly love a person, we let them go where their happiness takes them, even at the expense of our own.

It is an integral part of the human condition that one must endure the pain of prioritizing. The thing that matters most is the one that can cause all the pain against everything else. Yet this is not a reason to despair. Since time immemorial, sacrifices for our utmost priorities serve a great objective. The ancient had their rains, we too, will have what we have longed for. After all, Michelangelo went blind after painting his magnificent work at the Sistine chapel. He may have lost his vision, but the beauty of his work-- a masterpiece of sacrifice-- reveals beyond sight.


Photo by Michael Vincent Mosquera

[06.07.11]

This is the question

and this is the answer.

Of course, I got it right.