Ten things I want for my birthday…

My birthday is coming up in a couple of weeks, and I thought I’d make up a list of ten (as yet non-existent) things which would make my life easier, or simply breezy. Just a little bit of silliness really.

1. An automatic essay writer–just plug in the information and it will produce a well crafted essay. Better yet, plug in the topic and connect it to your brain so it knows your point of view, and then produces the essay.
2. A real automatic car–Just tell it where you want to go, and it will take you there. You can sleep in the back seat and sleep.
3. A portal maker–Even better than the automatic car. Just say where you want to go, a door will open and you can just step in. Very eco-friendly as there is little to no fuel used.
4. Writer’s block medication–A pill which will get rid of the most enduring of writer’s blocks.
5. Automatic note taker–takes notes in class automatically and without needing any effort on the user’s part. Includes accurate diagram drawing mode.
6. Automatic computer doctor–a robot which can fix all computer problems; just tell it what’s going on and it will diagnose and get rid of anything which makes the computer malfunction.
7. Automatic cooker–Just throw in the foodstuffs, raw, unwashed and unsorted, and watch it produce a six course meal, complete with dessert and coffee.
8. Automatic cleaner–it just cleans, and does it the way you want it.
9. Music writer–All I have to do is plug myself in and it will write down any weird tunes/symphonies which I create inside my head but can’t reproduce manually on paper. Watch as the world becomes a society of Mozarts and Beethovens.
10. Automatic researcher–will read all boring textbooks for me and when I plug myself in, the information will be magically transferred into my head. Better yet, plug it into the essay writer and do no work other than just the plugging.

Practicality vs. Imagination

Ah, it is a bad start to a new term. I fell asleep in Linguistics for the second day in a row. Okay, I know I can catch up with the work by just reading the text book, so why do I even bother turning up to class? Still, maybe I should make it a rule to have coffee before Linguistics.

I feel like writing something. To tell the truth, blogging is becoming addictive. I hardly ever used my blog for the first couple of months, but now, I do it every day of the week. Perhaps it’s the lack of real life friends, but I find it hard to find acquaintances who share my interests. I love discussing the implications of religion and history on people. I talk more about theories and fiction than I do about who’s going out with who and that sort of gossip. I’m not what they call a people person.

Fiction does seem a lot more interesting than real life, and more free. I make my own rules, and everything that’s supposedly impossible becomes possible. I suppose that’s what drew me to it in the first place. I’ve always been accused of being a daydreamer, and I’m proud of it in some ways. Dreaming helps me to stay young, and to not lose trust in life. I love my life, even though there are those occasional down moments.

I should be studying History at the moment. I’m trying to learn the first three crusades, and then there’s so much other stuff like starting on my essays or studying for my tests. But I’m just not in the mood. I wonder what is better; to be governed by the heart or by the mind. The heart, even if it does not make the most sensible choices, is the more free of the two. The mind has logic, but it is limited to what we are certain of. That has its uses, but it is very boring, in my book. What is life without imagination? We might as well be robots if we are always stuck in reality. Robots are realistic, grounded, sensible, efficient. But without imagination, who would be thinking up new designs for robots, or even the idea of a robot?

Science is governed by logic, but science itself was discovered through the imagination, and asking questions that no one else has ever asked before. I’m sure the people who invented wheel, the chariot, the stirrup, gunpowder, the cannon, and all those other things, both wonderful and not-so-wonderful, had loads of imagination. It takes innovation to make something new. Being a daydreamer isn’t necessarily a bad thing, even though my thoroughly grounded father makes it sound like a sin. I guess that’s the problem with modern urban society. Everything is based on production, on efficiency and mostly on money. Money is a means to life, but not the meaning of life.