Gravitational Time Dilation

Today I was watching some alien mystery documentary, and one of the scientists who was making commentary mentioned that Einstein developed a theory called gravitational time dilation. This is an actual difference of elapsed time of two different events as measured by observers differently situated from gravitational masses, in regions of different gravitational potential. The lower the gravitational potential, or rather, the closer the clock is to the gravitational potential, the slower time passes by. In other words, time can be slowed down by gravity.

So that got me thinking. Perhaps it makes sense, somehow, that in dreams, when we’re running away from negative influences, it’s hard for us lift our feet and run, and time passes agonizingly slowly. But why? Maybe we experience GTD in our dreams. I certainly feel like our unconscious mind does a lot of weird things and is vulnerable to many phenomena.

And when I ask that “why?”, I am reverted to countless memories of too many people saying that the more answers you get, the more questions arise.

This gives me more reasons to meditate. Another thing on my list I need to cross off. Except it’s not a one time kinda thing.


Today has not been the serene, happy-go-lucky kind of day I’ve lately been having. Instead, it has been turbulent and nerve-grinding. Early in the day, I checked my grades for my cultural diversity class and discovered that I apparently scored 97/150 on my midterm exam which continues to baffle me 12 hours later. I simply cannot fathom how I got a 65% on an exam that I wrote 5 single-spaced typed pages for, with the answers coming straight out of the book. Not to mention my friend told me I was the only person in class to finish the exam. I’m hoping that Portal’s 150 is actually supposed to be 100, because then I could understand a 97. I’m not trying to be haughty of narcissistic, but I am not a 65% kind of student and nor will I ever be.

I also had to go into Job 2 early today and was mildly annoyed when J2Mini Boss didn’t leave when she said she would because it was actually kind of pointless for me to come in early, since she left at the time she said she didn’t want to leave at. How does that make sense?

But the latter of these problems isn’t that big of a deal – I went to Target after work and not only got to see one of my graduate friends, Joe, but also picked up hair dye and new place mats for the kitchen! They’re just far too cute – unfortunately, does not have pictures for them, so I will describe them as large hearts – I got 2 in pink, with I believe elephants on them (really cute elephants) and 2 sky blue ones with whales. I think. I’m too lazy to check. They’re actually Valentine’s Day themed. (Side note: Chances of me spending Valentine’s Day single like every year so far = probably 100% Where are you Prince Charming?)

Before I forget, here is a compilation set of the same picture in two different tones from yesterday’s teacup-water shoot. I compiled 3 pictures into one to get the effect of 3 different splashes!

Unrelatedly, last night I had some rather strange dreams. I don’t remember them all, but I know I was in a house that was supposed to be like…Grimmauld Place from Harry Potter, and Sirius was still alive I think? I remember this one part before I woke up – there was a pile of I think dead leaves on the floor to my right and I nearly picked them up my hand until I realized I could just Wingardium Leviosa them. It was weird.

I watched the Golden Globes tonight. I was kind of disappointed with the lack of celebrity bashing from Ricky Gervais, because I truly think he is beyond hilarious,  first and foremost in whatever he puts his mind to, but secondly and most humorously, when he cracks jokes about the stars. Especially at an awards show like the Golden Globes. I think the lack of bashing is partly due to the fact that he wasn’t out on stage that often. But when he was, he did crack some good jokes. Not as good as usual, but good nonetheless.

I would also like to point out that Selma Hayek had the biggest fucking stank face I have ever seen and all I wanted to do was fly to the Beverly Hills Hilton Hotel and smack her with my leather gloves. I mean seriously! You’re at the fucking Golden Globes – SHOW SOME GODDAMN EMOTION YOU UNGRATEFUL TWAT! Oh and when that first guy won for The Artist (I must see this movie), the super French dude (I don’t remember his name) I was very angry at how rudely the audience was behaving toward him. They kept sniggering and I remember there was this one shot of some bitch who didn’t win anything trying not to laugh, but then she burst out laughing and they quickly shot to someone else. I was disgusted. Just because someone can’t speak English well does not mean you can be a bloody cunt and laugh at them as they accept an award. How rude of you!

Lastly, I also wanted to point out that when Kate Winslet accepted her award (I LOVE THAT WOMAN) I was very annoyed that they began playing music. She did not by any means overrun her speech time and I remember thinking to myself that if this was a guy winning in that category they would not play music for him at that point in time! So fuck you Golden Globes assholes for that!