Making something weird: I spend most of my day looking at glowing bright rectangles with moving pictures on them. Sometimes I look at rectangles that fold and have a lot of thin rectangles with many symbols out together. I go to sleep on a large cushioned rectangle and cover myself with rectangles that can also fold.
Playing my viola: I take a carbon fiber stick with hair from a horse stretched taunt across it and with tree sap on the hair. I move it perpendicularly across a string made of multiple smaller metal strings that are attracted to an oddly shaped object made from dead trees. Placing my fingers at the right spots on the other end of the dead wood thing shortens the string and changes the sound when combined moving the horse hair stick.
Pillows: somewhere along the timeline someone decided to pluck all of the feathers off of a bird, stuff them into a sack, then sleep with it. Later humanity decided to put a sack (pillow case) over the sac of feathers to make it look pretty and slept with it again...
First they wrapped the feathers in a case, then they put another case over that case to make it easier to keep clean, so it's a case of a case of feathers.
Sometimes I get moments when I look at someone I've known all my life, like my mum or my sister, and I think about how they have completely different lives and different set of thoughts and all of a sudden their face looks unfamiliar and I wonder what they're doing here and I feel like I don't know them at all. But then after a moment it all goes back to normal.
Ever since I watched this video, I haven't been able to stop thinking about things this way. I will look at something and mentally pick apart down to the compounds and atoms that make it up and I realize that the difference between me and trees or ducks is surprisingly small. Only until I get to the atoms does it become not weird. Except, when I get there everything is made up of all the same stuff. At that point it's like nothing is weird or normal because it's all just the same stuff and there's nothing to compare it to. I know this makes no sense. I had forgotten that this video is why I started thinking like this and I'm glad i went back and saw it again. :)
I experience something similar with blood-- when I start thinking about the blood in my body and being aware of it moving through my veins, when I can feel it, and I start thinking about how much is going on in my body when I'm sitting perfectly still, just to keep me sitting perfectly still, and how much goes into every tiny movement we make and thought we have. It's such an overwhelming feeling.
I don't have dreams unless they're about explosions. Then I wake up with my heart pounding as if I ran a marathon. It's really strange because I've never had any wartime experiences or memories of being shot at. One dream i always have is im in a town that's a mix of three towns I grew up in. Each time, there are small details that are different. However, two things stay the same. I'm outside and I look up and something comes from the sky and makes a big boom, then I always experience getting blown back through the air with lethal force before waking up. I would compare it to dreaming about falling, but I wake up with my ears ringing from the dreams as if it really happened. This isn't every night but two or three nights a week I have several episodes each night. Watching a video once i heard it's something called "exploding head syndrome". I've had these dreams ever since I kick a serious addiction I few years ago. Before then I had strange dreams every night about an evil imaginary guy who said his name was Cornflake. I honestly can't say I've ever had a good dream. Even as a kid I didnt have anything but nightmarish dreams that haunt me even as an adult. I guess back then I didn't think my surroundings were that bad as to effect my imagination as a sleeping child. But one day I was with my "at the time" girlfriend and was swopping childhood stories with her. She looked at me one day and said "you really need to stop telling me about when you were a kid because I couldn't imagine my daughters growing up like that". Then it hit me. I need to leave this woman for not caring about my past and that I had a fucked up past. So fucked up in fact that I can't share stories of my childhood or even talk about a single dream I've ever had without people thinking I'm a complete drag. I suddenly realized why people tend to stray away from talking to me normaly and why I have so much trouble establishing relationships. How does one even exist around potential human friends when the life you were given by your elders was so terrible that nobody wants to hear it? How does one express that basic human urge to share knowledge through story telling when society demands that my life of heat and pressure produce a gem of a story when real life is too gritty to make anything but dirt. I guess I may be ranting but damnit, I need to let all this out somehow. I'm sure nobody will actually have the patience to read all this in the commentsbut in the off chance you do, I thank you for actually taking the time to care enough to make it to the end. It means more to me than you may think.
Tape is a piece of plastic used by humanoid animals to stick objects together in a motion combining the acts of gluing and tying. Sounded weirder in my head.
My cup. First along time ago people took some sand and melted it and then formed it into a hollow cylinder shape with one circular end missing, let it cool until it was solid, and then filled it with liquids, then poured the liquids from it into an opening in their head. Then later on they learned to take oil from the ground and manipulate in on a molecular level so that they could make solid objects from it and they turned the molecularly altered solid oil into a hollow cylinder shape with one circular end missing, and then they created a removable circular cap to put over the missing end. The removable cap was given two small holes one near the edge and one roughly half way between the edge and the middle point and a flippable tab was added to seal off and open the holes at will. The edge hole allows the human to pour the liquid placed in the vessel into the opening in their head, while the other hole allows air to flow in to the vessel to adjust for the displaced liquid.
My high school phycology teacher had us meticulously describe how to prepare a pb&j as if to an alien to demonstrate this breaking of normal. I'm pretty sure there were about 35-50 steps to the sandwich at the end of the exercise.
I remember a daycare teacher doing an activity like that when I was really young- putting on a jacket. I believe she was trying to work on language building and comprehension, but that always stuck with me on a different level lol
When you said you starting imagining yourself looking down when standing up and looking forward when lying down made me start thinking that way and now my life will never be the same
Sometimes I think of great ideas and then realize they've already been invented. Like yesterday I went outside in my socks and they got wet, so I decided it would be awesome if socks were more waterproof and harder on the bottom so you could walk over rocks without getting hurt. Then I realized that I had just rediscovered the idea for shoes.
sometimes when i'm having a conversation with someone and they say something i have a hundred possible replies pop into my head and i don't know what to say because i wonder if i'll say the wrong thing and then i wonder what if i said this other thing, would the conversation have played out instead of ceasing? which reply would cause the other person to think that i gave a normal reply and then would cause them to keep talking to me? what if i say something weird and they feel awkward and then i feel awkward and then i just seem really weird. what.
I found your videos awhile ago, and at first, wasn't sure if I liked them. After probably a few months, I'm watching your videos pretty constantly. I really like when people are honest and talk about their thoughts and feelings. It lets me feel connected. I really like feeling like I'm a part of something. Also, I feel a sort of comfort when I hear thoughts from other people that are similar to mine.
I thought you're humor stopped at the true facts about various animals Man was I wrong. All you're videos are very informative and make me have more of an open mind thnk you for that.
Sometimes when I get tired I become so disturbed by the fact that I'm feeling compelled to go lie down in the dark for eight hours and hallucinate that I'm unable to act on those feelings. Like now, for instance. Also, my son recently asked me where he had come from. Explaining it made me very uncomfortable, mostly because I felt like I was telling him that at one time he had been a parasitic ball of cells in my uterus. It didn't seem like an adequate origin story for such an incredible child.
Your body naturally cuts of circulation to one of your most sensitive to pain and most important external organs that you currently have. thus forcing an unhealthy amount of blood to pool inside of it that, if left untreated, will cause permanent and debilitating damage. this is done for the sole purpose of impressing woman.
good lord, that was amazing. with the talking and the fast funniness and the smart substance and the spot on examples and the, holy cow, those eyes! Seriously good video, matey! I sigheth with satisfaction.
I get the same thoughts sometimes when i look at my dog. And for a very brief moment i get somewhat scared of the fact that we have a creature so different from us walking around in our appartment just minding it's own business (for the most part) yet it unconditionally loves us each and every day happily waiting for the next walk or pat on the belly. What is an animal that previously belonged in the woods doing in my saftey sphere? My comfort zone. It's really odd when you think about it
Oh and the internet... images, sounds, text, all being translated into bits & then into electrons exchanging themselves between copper, gold, iron, & silicon atoms & traveling 3000 miles from your camera to my monitor (I live in Virginia so...3000 miles, yeah) The internet is weird.
This is my favourite mental activity. Just today I realised how weird driving in a car is, I actually started to enjoy being in the car so much I didn't want the journey to end. My brain is so easy manipulated, I have an instinct to hold on to the grass for dear life with this giant chasm of sky beneath me when I'm facing up. At school the other day, and found clapping was so weird I actually started laughing and got sent out. It's a great enlightenment to watch a video like this, thank you Ze.
I was trying to explain this concept I have for an art project and I used the phrase "take it out of the normal box" which made me think about this video again. I haven't watched it in years but I saw it when it came out, and looking back made me realize how much of me was influenced by it. 8 years ago high school me watched these and it felt like someone had gone into my head and taken all the ideas I had but didn't know how to organize and made them into something concrete. It's not something I actively think about frequently, but it lodged itself in my subconscious I guess. Weird.
I was in a classroom one time, and i heard this conversation. I usually write novel-type dialogues because I find it easier to convey the message/people saying the message that way. "That's so funny and I don't know why!" Exclaimed the social goddess to her friend, the social goddess. "Anything can be funny if you say it right." The awkward person chimed in. The social goddesses then looked at her like she was an alien. I want to show her this video but I have no idea who that was.
a guitar: one or various boards of dead tree glued or bolted together ergonomically forming an object with one of the boards being relatively protruding, having embeded thin metal rods all along it's length perpendicularly and (usually) one extremity with devices intended to stretch strings over the metal rod segment until they reach the place where they and the board will be bound, -a resonating box with a vibration-receiving surface and it's receiver, usually a thin slice of something placed in a manner like the thin metal rods. ...or... -a bulky, holed board on which are mounted electro-magnetic vibration detectors, it's electric power receiver, switches and electronical and physical controls. ...or.. -a combination of the two.
I imagine tho Ze is much like I am. I spend literal countless hours, days, weeks, trying to fully deconstruct the full course of human participation behind getting a bag of carrots to my grocery store. Then when I've got that torn down, I hyper analyze and break down the public school system, a huge corporation, down to the guys who build the machines that make the pieces that go in the garbage cans. I have a lot of free time. When I'm really outta my head, I start to try and rationalize human value. Then it gets sticky. But I'm mostly not sociopath, so you're safe.
I love all your videos, Ze. This one in particular stands out to me though because I often find myself thinking like this. Riding in a car is another good example.
That lying-down/standing perspective switch JUST happened to me. At camp, we were all lying out on a dock and looking at the stars and having deep spiritual experience time that was supposed to be nice and peaceful, and the entire time I just felt like space could suck me off the tiny gravity marble of Earth, but for now I was completely stuck to it, and I also kept hearing Hank Green saying "Dude, no edge!" in my mind, and I ended up feeling alien and unsafe instead. Weird weird weird.
This is a Sharpie. It is a long, cylindrical object with a removable cap. The cap has a clip that inevitably gets broken off, one way or another. Under the clip is a cone-shaped piece of whatchamacalit protruding from a piece of melted down rocks. The cone-shaped whatchamacalit spews out ink, which we use to dye things to make them look pretty, or to move our hand to make markings on a piece of wood fibers that cannot be understood by everyone.
My friend and I have been watching this guys old videos cause she is wigging out about him not blinking and she was determined to see him blink. We finally seen him do it here at 0:49. Grats man I guess that means your normal after all. Isn't it weird that you normaled up for a moment in this weird video? On a more serious note, we like your topics and intelligence and enthusiasm to say what you have to say. We both agree that we like these types of videos the most, even though the true facts videos are awesome too. Keep em coming, please.
That's why I love reading about science - I find it kind of challenges what I take for granted. Like, for example, gravity. Also, I loved the dream at the end! I love those animated dreams, they're absolutely fantastic.
When I was in art school, another student said to me, "Alan, you're weird." I responded, "And isn't it fun?" She paused for a moment and then replied, "Yeah. It is." The next day she adopted weird as her "normal" way of being. We were fast friends.
I just heard millions and millions of bits of digital information being converted into a sequence of photos to make a video, and sounds that have a meaning for me. I find these bits really relatable and that falls in with my reality.
Humans are exceedingly weird to me. We're just these clumps of cells that are all together and it amazes me that we've created the technology through which I watched this video. As well as the fact that people have the ability to have these deep, complex thoughts on these seemingly simple, every day things.
Making Coffee: The act of taking beans that taste strong and bitter and grounding it down into a powder substance then mixing it with water and heating at high temperatures, after that you drink the substance of coffee to make you more awake.
Oh my god, my brain totally exploded when you mentioned the staring forward when you're lying down thing and I burst into this uncontrollable fit of laughter. What an idea!
I find that the sensation of learning something new is an exciting, wondrous feeling. It makes me feel like the world is just a little bit more reasonable and fair, while at the same time being a little more fantastic and magical. I think that "weird" is the realization that the mundane can be new, and that everyday life has many exciting and unknown qualities. "Weird" then, is an injection of "new" into that which is already old and boring. Some qualify that as fear, some as joy.
You're so funny and I've only just happened upon your channels! It's like when you read a fab book and find out the author has written loads and load of other books like Phillip K Dick or Robert Silverberg. I sometimes binge watch your chats but sometimes I discipline myself to one or two a day. Yes, I'm happy I found you. While I was typing this to you, I was so involved in complementing your channels that I didn't realise my young son was picking his nose and wiping snot on my jumper. I'm going to now teach him the bye bye song and ( just counting the amount of snot trails there are on my jumper) make him sing it three times. He hates singing or anyone else singing either.
I find it weird that objects are not actually the colour they appear to be, we just perceive them to be a certain colour based on the extent to which light is absorbed or reflected when it hits their surface.
The progressive change in hair-fluster has a sort of tangential sunrise/sunset effect. It goes up and up with the climax of the idea, and comes down to rest on the driving point.
When I think too much I get inside my head and my perception of the world and sometimes when I go out and there is a real live situation or conversation I don't know how to cope. I look at everything and it seems kinda blurry, and I can't concentrate. I can go on for weeks in a dream like state and sometimes I like it, but sometimes I have panic attacks :). Don't know why I said it, I think I just like you very much and think that anybody watching wouldn't mind. Soo, yeah.
I am currently looking at a very thin box with a flat surface filled with very tiny boxes that only emit one color of light, which together form an image that I my brain can understand.
Normality enhances people’s ability to judge. It is like a barrier between what you are most comfortable with, what you’re used to, and anything outside that barrier is condemned to be as weird or insignificant to your little bubble.
Have you ever though about how weird walking is? Who knew that putting one foot in front of the other and repeating this process can make you move. I've been pondering this for a while, and when I share this thought with others, no one seems to really understand how weird walking is.
Little plastic memory place holders: Sitting beside me on my desk are things, these things are meant to represent experiences that I enjoyed, such as memorable character from a video game. These things are not really that character and they don't even look the same as the character but they somehow relive the memory of their thing.
I used to be fascinated at watching David Letterman opening and closing the buttons on his jacket during the monologue at the beginning of his show. It reminded me how normal he is...
I wish I had a Ze in a Box. An advice machine. I wish that I had a little soft-edged wooden box that was stained a dark burgendy. It would have text it some foreign language burnt into the edges and a little hole on the front with an old piece of twine popping out. It would have a little piece of paper tied to it that has the word "advice" written on it in some old-fashioned style of cursive. When you pull it the lid on top would open up and a little Ze Frank head would pop out, and it would just talk to me about my problems. It would just give me what I needed to hear and then go back inside the box until I needed more help.
Your face punch video really made me think that I think some of those nasty things and that I feel strange about when I figured out that its normal as long as I don't act in that way it gives me a sense of dealing with the problems differently
That dream was great! It's as though she knows, just under the surface, that everything is fine and beyond the limits of her circumstances, things are actually amazing. She isn't really confined by the cave at all.
I spend a lot of time on Tumblr and it's become one of the main ways that I express myself and connect with other people. Whenever I try and explain what it is that makes it special it always starts seeming odd to me, especially if I'm talking to relatives who don't spend that much time on the internet. It's just become natural to me to express my thoughts through typing and posting about the things I love.
On one end cats are this soft, furry, cute little things that can make the most adorable sound when out of nowhere they attack you and you end up all scratched up. And the weird part is that then they look at you and have no idea why you are upset.
Not sure if this is going to help or just make things worse, but when you think of it, those things along with maybe sport and socialising with friends (which usually only consists of discussing those topics anyway) really make up everything that we consider enjoyable. Ultimately the only function work plays is to provide us with the means to enjoy ourselves, so if art, books and music are pointless then so is everything else. But as the video shows, it's all about how you choose to perceive it.
Every time I watch one of your videos, I have to close my eyes for a minute and think about what you said then I feel dizzy and end up watching the video again.
I am staring at a brightly coloered box that spews imagines and sound, made by people far away from by molding bits of plastic and metal together, designed by people much smarter than most of everyone I know, and watching someone I've never met talk about their thoughts and feelings to a bunch of strangers. It doesn't feel weird yet.
I have a hand thing too. Sometimes, I become acutely aware of the veins on the top of my hands, and the tendons on and near my wrists. I stare, and pretty soon it seems so frigging disgusting and weird that such delicate things are so close to a surface that can't protect them from being severed that I can't look at them, they even FEEL different, like the revelation has changed them. But, then I forget, and the cycle begins anew. Even typing it weirds me out.
I always thought that too! But a part of that reason is cows just eat plants but humans eat a lot of things not good for their body so it can generally be said that cow milk is a bit safer to drink or at least will have a more consistent taste when drank.
This is a contraption that is made of aluminum composites and sometimes a trunk of what used to be a living thing. When combined with a white fibrous hydrocarbon structure that a candy was named after it becomes more comfortable to sit on. Some of these aluminum composite/ dead trunk structures are created to spin in a 180 degree or a full 360 or a full repeating 360.
I have this thing with breathing, I mean, sometimes I become strangely aware of every breath I take, and the effort put in each, and it makes me anxious, it feels as if breathing is a struggle to survive. It's very difficult to come back to normal in such a situation
When practising speaking languages in school, I always had a tendency to watch their faces as they spoke, because I'd figured it was polite to make eye contact and to connect, but the more I stared at their faces, the more different they began to become. It was a fairly strange experience if I do say so myself :-P
Sometimes I look at my hands and realize that I exist. I become aware of me, and how every single person has their own "me" and that I'll never really know what it's like to call that person me. I feel like it's weird that this body is mine, that these thoughts are mine. And then my whole life, all of my memories, even my present, they suddenly don't seem any different from my future, as vague as a dream. Those "lucid" moments make me realize exactly how insignificant life's "problems" are.
I was lying down while watching this video and it made me think about what my house would be like if gravity suddenly changed to be under my feet. Suddenly my house turned into a jungle gym-like maze with trap doors and ladders and climbing walls. I wouldn't mind living in that world for a few hours.
Milk: we all knows were it comes from, but one day a long long time ago some said “ I’m going to squeeze that cow’s utter and drink whatever comes out of it.”
Yesterday it was raining outside and my house was still. I thought how amazing it was that someone years ago had taken stones and hit them hard until they were the shape of my house and how it never changed back again. A burst of intention and my house was, while everything outside kept changing. And I filled it with things, and there are lamps and chairs and spoons inside of it and they are all still and unless I move them they won't move for years. It's all dry and motionless. That's weird.
Of course it would be absurd to say you had a gallon of blood in your car. You're in the car as well, it's 2 gallons.
Making something weird:
I spend most of my day looking at glowing bright rectangles with moving pictures on them.
Sometimes I look at rectangles that fold and have a lot of thin rectangles with many symbols out together. I go to sleep on a large cushioned rectangle and cover myself with rectangles that can also fold.
I use an oval on a stick to remove liquids from half a sphere.
Ink drawing in my sketchbook is basically just me rubbing watered soot on a tree and judging the results.
Playing my viola: I take a carbon fiber stick with hair from a horse stretched taunt across it and with tree sap on the hair. I move it perpendicularly across a string made of multiple smaller metal strings that are attracted to an oddly shaped object made from dead trees. Placing my fingers at the right spots on the other end of the dead wood thing shortens the string and changes the sound when combined moving the horse hair stick.
Pillows: somewhere along the timeline someone decided to pluck all of the feathers off of a bird, stuff them into a sack, then sleep with it. Later humanity decided to put a sack (pillow case) over the sac of feathers to make it look pretty and slept with it again...
First they wrapped the feathers in a case, then they put another case over that case to make it easier to keep clean, so it's a case of a case of feathers.
i love how his hair changes with each time there is a new section of filming.
6 years later and yours is the only comment on this😂
Sometimes I get moments when I look at someone I've known all my life, like my mum or my sister, and I think about how they have completely different lives and different set of thoughts and all of a sudden their face looks unfamiliar and I wonder what they're doing here and I feel like I don't know them at all. But then after a moment it all goes back to normal.
i miss these video there is something beautiful about the way he presents life advice
This is what goes on in my head, he makes me feel less crazy...
So funny. I could watch this guy every day. My four year old watched it, he's now skipping around and singing the "by-by" song...eerie
Ever since I watched this video, I haven't been able to stop thinking about things this way. I will look at something and mentally pick apart down to the compounds and atoms that make it up and I realize that the difference between me and trees or ducks is surprisingly small. Only until I get to the atoms does it become not weird. Except, when I get there everything is made up of all the same stuff. At that point it's like nothing is weird or normal because it's all just the same stuff and there's nothing to compare it to. I know this makes no sense. I had forgotten that this video is why I started thinking like this and I'm glad i went back and saw it again. :)
+Laura Grice this is happening to me right now haha its a fucking trip yo aha
It makes perfect sense. :)
We’re all stardust.
I experience something similar with blood-- when I start thinking about the blood in my body and being aware of it moving through my veins, when I can feel it, and I start thinking about how much is going on in my body when I'm sitting perfectly still, just to keep me sitting perfectly still, and how much goes into every tiny movement we make and thought we have. It's such an overwhelming feeling.
MY BRAIN BRAINS THE SAME WAY THAT YOUR BRAIN BRAINS
I don't have dreams unless they're about explosions. Then I wake up with my heart pounding as if I ran a marathon. It's really strange because I've never had any wartime experiences or memories of being shot at. One dream i always have is im in a town that's a mix of three towns I grew up in. Each time, there are small details that are different. However, two things stay the same. I'm outside and I look up and something comes from the sky and makes a big boom, then I always experience getting blown back through the air with lethal force before waking up.
I would compare it to dreaming about falling, but I wake up with my ears ringing from the dreams as if it really happened.
This isn't every night but two or three nights a week I have several episodes each night. Watching a video once i heard it's something called "exploding head syndrome".
I've had these dreams ever since I kick a serious addiction I few years ago. Before then I had strange dreams every night about an evil imaginary guy who said his name was Cornflake.
I honestly can't say I've ever had a good dream. Even as a kid I didnt have anything but nightmarish dreams that haunt me even as an adult. I guess back then I didn't think my surroundings were that bad as to effect my imagination as a sleeping child. But one day I was with my "at the time" girlfriend and was swopping childhood stories with her. She looked at me one day and said "you really need to stop telling me about when you were a kid because I couldn't imagine my daughters growing up like that". Then it hit me. I need to leave this woman for not caring about my past and that I had a fucked up past. So fucked up in fact that I can't share stories of my childhood or even talk about a single dream I've ever had without people thinking I'm a complete drag. I suddenly realized why people tend to stray away from talking to me normaly and why I have so much trouble establishing relationships. How does one even exist around potential human friends when the life you were given by your elders was so terrible that nobody wants to hear it? How does one express that basic human urge to share knowledge through story telling when society demands that my life of heat and pressure produce a gem of a story when real life is too gritty to make anything but dirt.
I guess I may be ranting but damnit, I need to let all this out somehow. I'm sure nobody will actually have the patience to read all this in the commentsbut in the off chance you do, I thank you for actually taking the time to care enough to make it to the end. It means more to me than you may think.
Tape is a piece of plastic used by humanoid animals to stick objects together in a motion combining the acts of gluing and tying.
Sounded weirder in my head.
My cup. First along time ago people took some sand and melted it and then formed it into a hollow cylinder shape with one circular end missing, let it cool until it was solid, and then filled it with liquids, then poured the liquids from it into an opening in their head. Then later on they learned to take oil from the ground and manipulate in on a molecular level so that they could make solid objects from it and they turned the molecularly altered solid oil into a hollow cylinder shape with one circular end missing, and then they created a removable circular cap to put over the missing end.
The removable cap was given two small holes one near the edge and one roughly half way between the edge and the middle point and a flippable tab was added to seal off and open the holes at will. The edge hole allows the human to pour the liquid placed in the vessel into the opening in their head, while the other hole allows air to flow in to the vessel to adjust for the displaced liquid.
My high school phycology teacher had us meticulously describe how to prepare a pb&j as if to an alien to demonstrate this breaking of normal. I'm pretty sure there were about 35-50 steps to the sandwich at the end of the exercise.
I remember a daycare teacher doing an activity like that when I was really young- putting on a jacket. I believe she was trying to work on language building and comprehension, but that always stuck with me on a different level lol
When you said you starting imagining yourself looking down when standing up and looking forward when lying down made me start thinking that way and now my life will never be the same
did that girl just dream interstellar?!
dun dun dun!!!!
Ze, whenever i finish watching one of your videos i feel like I've just finished a good book; happy, a little in awe, and a little sad.
am I the only one who notice the hair ? I love your works. Thx man. 😂😂😂
Sometimes I think of great ideas and then realize they've already been invented. Like yesterday I went outside in my socks and they got wet, so I decided it would be awesome if socks were more waterproof and harder on the bottom so you could walk over rocks without getting hurt. Then I realized that I had just rediscovered the idea for shoes.
sometimes when i'm having a conversation with someone and they say something i have a hundred possible replies pop into my head and i don't know what to say because i wonder if i'll say the wrong thing and then i wonder what if i said this other thing, would the conversation have played out instead of ceasing? which reply would cause the other person to think that i gave a normal reply and then would cause them to keep talking to me? what if i say something weird and they feel awkward and then i feel awkward and then i just seem really weird.
what.
I found your videos awhile ago, and at first, wasn't sure if I liked them. After probably a few months, I'm watching your videos pretty constantly. I really like when people are honest and talk about their thoughts and feelings. It lets me feel connected. I really like feeling like I'm a part of something. Also, I feel a sort of comfort when I hear thoughts from other people that are similar to mine.
I thought you're humor stopped at the true facts about various animals Man was I wrong. All you're videos are very informative and make me have more of an open mind thnk you for that.
Sometimes when I get tired I become so disturbed by the fact that I'm feeling compelled to go lie down in the dark for eight hours and hallucinate that I'm unable to act on those feelings. Like now, for instance.
Also, my son recently asked me where he had come from. Explaining it made me very uncomfortable, mostly because I felt like I was telling him that at one time he had been a parasitic ball of cells in my uterus. It didn't seem like an adequate origin story for such an incredible child.
When I call what I see as yellow, "Yellow", do what you see as what I call "Yellow" as something else, say, what I call "Blue"?
Then you realize there is no "up" and it's all a construction of your mind trying to create order out of chaos.
Your body naturally cuts of circulation to one of your most sensitive to pain and most important external organs that you currently have. thus forcing an unhealthy amount of blood to pool inside of it that, if left untreated, will cause permanent and debilitating damage. this is done for the sole purpose of impressing woman.
I like a good sausage, but right now, I'm not impressed.
good lord, that was amazing. with the talking and the fast funniness and the smart substance and the spot on examples and the, holy cow, those eyes! Seriously good video, matey! I sigheth with satisfaction.
A Popsicle:
Something I suck
I get the same thoughts sometimes when i look at my dog. And for a very brief moment i get somewhat scared of the fact that we have a creature so different from us walking around in our appartment just minding it's own business (for the most part) yet it unconditionally loves us each and every day happily waiting for the next walk or pat on the belly. What is an animal that previously belonged in the woods doing in my saftey sphere? My comfort zone. It's really odd when you think about it
Oh and the internet... images, sounds, text, all being translated into bits & then into electrons exchanging themselves between copper, gold, iron, & silicon atoms & traveling 3000 miles from your camera to my monitor (I live in Virginia so...3000 miles, yeah)
The internet is weird.
This is my favourite mental activity. Just today I realised how weird driving in a car is, I actually started to enjoy being in the car so much I didn't want the journey to end. My brain is so easy manipulated, I have an instinct to hold on to the grass for dear life with this giant chasm of sky beneath me when I'm facing up. At school the other day, and found clapping was so weird I actually started laughing and got sent out. It's a great enlightenment to watch a video like this, thank you Ze.
I'll draw eyebrows on you for free
hmu
I love how your hair changes in this video. It had me laughing super hard XD
I was trying to explain this concept I have for an art project and I used the phrase "take it out of the normal box" which made me think about this video again. I haven't watched it in years but I saw it when it came out, and looking back made me realize how much of me was influenced by it. 8 years ago high school me watched these and it felt like someone had gone into my head and taken all the ideas I had but didn't know how to organize and made them into something concrete. It's not something I actively think about frequently, but it lodged itself in my subconscious I guess. Weird.
That dream at the end was, in terms of metaphorical resonance, a symbolic gong ten feet across.
I was in a classroom one time, and i heard this conversation. I usually write novel-type dialogues because I find it easier to convey the message/people saying the message that way.
"That's so funny and I don't know why!" Exclaimed the social goddess to her friend, the social goddess.
"Anything can be funny if you say it right." The awkward person chimed in. The social goddesses then looked at her like she was an alien. I want to show her this video but I have no idea who that was.
That person's dream was so beautiful, deep and serial, why are my dreams always pointless and childish? I wish I had dreams like that.
You just do it better than everyone else Ze.
I don't know what to think. Seems like a dream I've had a dozen times. You are like a book that breathes
Weird is normal and normal is a myth, therefore neither exist and we should all just grab a beer and call it a day.
a guitar:
one or various boards of dead tree glued or bolted together ergonomically forming an object with one of the boards being relatively protruding, having embeded thin metal rods all along it's length perpendicularly and (usually) one extremity with devices intended to stretch strings over the metal rod segment until they reach the place where they and the board will be bound,
-a resonating box with a vibration-receiving surface and it's receiver, usually a thin slice of something placed in a manner like the thin metal rods.
...or...
-a bulky, holed board on which are mounted electro-magnetic vibration detectors, it's electric power receiver, switches and electronical and physical controls.
...or..
-a combination of the two.
I imagine tho Ze is much like I am. I spend literal countless hours, days, weeks, trying to fully deconstruct the full course of human participation behind getting a bag of carrots to my grocery store. Then when I've got that torn down, I hyper analyze and break down the public school system, a huge corporation, down to the guys who build the machines that make the pieces that go in the garbage cans. I have a lot of free time. When I'm really outta my head, I start to try and rationalize human value. Then it gets sticky. But I'm mostly not sociopath, so you're safe.
That dream at the end made me cry. It's so profound and lovely.
I love all your videos, Ze. This one in particular stands out to me though because I often find myself thinking like this. Riding in a car is another good example.
That lying-down/standing perspective switch JUST happened to me. At camp, we were all lying out on a dock and looking at the stars and having deep spiritual experience time that was supposed to be nice and peaceful, and the entire time I just felt like space could suck me off the tiny gravity marble of Earth, but for now I was completely stuck to it, and I also kept hearing Hank Green saying "Dude, no edge!" in my mind, and I ended up feeling alien and unsafe instead. Weird weird weird.
This is a Sharpie. It is a long, cylindrical object with a removable cap. The cap has a clip that inevitably gets broken off, one way or another. Under the clip is a cone-shaped piece of whatchamacalit protruding from a piece of melted down rocks. The cone-shaped whatchamacalit spews out ink, which we use to dye things to make them look pretty, or to move our hand to make markings on a piece of wood fibers that cannot be understood by everyone.
My friend and I have been watching this guys old videos cause she is wigging out about him not blinking and she was determined to see him blink. We finally seen him do it here at 0:49. Grats man I guess that means your normal after all. Isn't it weird that you normaled up for a moment in this weird video? On a more serious note, we like your topics and intelligence and enthusiasm to say what you have to say. We both agree that we like these types of videos the most, even though the true facts videos are awesome too. Keep em coming, please.
That's why I love reading about science - I find it kind of challenges what I take for granted. Like, for example, gravity. Also, I loved the dream at the end! I love those animated dreams, they're absolutely fantastic.
When I was in art school, another student said to me, "Alan, you're weird." I responded, "And isn't it fun?" She paused for a moment and then replied, "Yeah. It is."
The next day she adopted weird as her "normal" way of being. We were fast friends.
I just heard millions and millions of bits of digital information being converted into a sequence of photos to make a video, and sounds that have a meaning for me. I find these bits really relatable and that falls in with my reality.
Humans are exceedingly weird to me. We're just these clumps of cells that are all together and it amazes me that we've created the technology through which I watched this video. As well as the fact that people have the ability to have these deep, complex thoughts on these seemingly simple, every day things.
Making Coffee: The act of taking beans that taste strong and bitter and grounding it down into a powder substance then mixing it with water and heating at high temperatures, after that you drink the substance of coffee to make you more awake.
Oh my god, my brain totally exploded when you mentioned the staring forward when you're lying down thing and I burst into this uncontrollable fit of laughter. What an idea!
I find that the sensation of learning something new is an exciting, wondrous feeling. It makes me feel like the world is just a little bit more reasonable and fair, while at the same time being a little more fantastic and magical.
I think that "weird" is the realization that the mundane can be new, and that everyday life has many exciting and unknown qualities. "Weird" then, is an injection of "new" into that which is already old and boring. Some qualify that as fear, some as joy.
You're so funny and I've only just happened upon your channels! It's like when you read a fab book and find out the author has written loads and load of other books like Phillip K Dick or Robert Silverberg. I sometimes binge watch your chats but sometimes I discipline myself to one or two a day. Yes, I'm happy I found you. While I was typing this to you, I was so involved in complementing your channels that I didn't realise my young son was picking his nose and wiping snot on my jumper. I'm going to now teach him the bye bye song and ( just counting the amount of snot trails there are on my jumper) make him sing it three times. He hates singing or anyone else singing either.
I find it weird that objects are not actually the colour they appear to be, we just perceive them to be a certain colour based on the extent to which light is absorbed or reflected when it hits their surface.
The progressive change in hair-fluster has a sort of tangential sunrise/sunset effect. It goes up and up with the climax of the idea, and comes down to rest on the driving point.
This is called learning, understanding, empathy, "walking a mile in another's shoes". One of the most powerful things that we can do, I reckon.
When I think too much I get inside my head and my perception of the world and sometimes when I go out and there is a real live situation or conversation I don't know how to cope. I look at everything and it seems kinda blurry, and I can't concentrate. I can go on for weeks in a dream like state and sometimes I like it, but sometimes I have panic attacks :). Don't know why I said it, I think I just like you very much and think that anybody watching wouldn't mind. Soo, yeah.
I am currently looking at a very thin box with a flat surface filled with very tiny boxes that only emit one color of light, which together form an image that I my brain can understand.
Normality enhances people’s ability to judge. It is like a barrier between what you are most comfortable with, what you’re used to, and anything outside that barrier is condemned to be as weird or insignificant to your little bubble.
This is called existentialism.
Couldn't help but focus on the ever-changing hair as I was listening to you, Ze.
Have you ever though about how weird walking is? Who knew that putting one foot in front of the other and repeating this process can make you move. I've been pondering this for a while, and when I share this thought with others, no one seems to really understand how weird walking is.
The dream at the end startled me with it's beauty.
Little plastic memory place holders:
Sitting beside me on my desk are things, these things are meant to represent experiences that I enjoyed, such as memorable character from a video game. These things are not really that character and they don't even look the same as the character but they somehow relive the memory of their thing.
I used to be fascinated at watching David Letterman opening and closing the buttons on his jacket during the monologue at the beginning of his show. It reminded me how normal he is...
love your wisdom and insight, cannot get over how your hair changed every once in awhile during the video. :D
The little sounds that people make instead of using words and the ways we can interpret them are really weird, but also awesome.
1:48 This is a good basis for freaking out a traffic cop.
Roasting marshmallows is wierd because in an alternate universe marshmallows are roasting tiny humans
I wish I had a Ze in a Box. An advice machine. I wish that I had a little soft-edged wooden box that was stained a dark burgendy. It would have text it some foreign language burnt into the edges and a little hole on the front with an old piece of twine popping out. It would have a little piece of paper tied to it that has the word "advice" written on it in some old-fashioned style of cursive. When you pull it the lid on top would open up and a little Ze Frank head would pop out, and it would just talk to me about my problems. It would just give me what I needed to hear and then go back inside the box until I needed more help.
Your face punch video really made me think that I think some of those nasty things and that I feel strange about when I figured out that its normal as long as I don't act in that way it gives me a sense of dealing with the problems differently
That dream was great! It's as though she knows, just under the surface, that everything is fine and beyond the limits of her circumstances, things are actually amazing. She isn't really confined by the cave at all.
I spend a lot of time on Tumblr and it's become one of the main ways that I express myself and connect with other people. Whenever I try and explain what it is that makes it special it always starts seeming odd to me, especially if I'm talking to relatives who don't spend that much time on the internet. It's just become natural to me to express my thoughts through typing and posting about the things I love.
On one end cats are this soft, furry, cute little things that can make the most adorable sound when out of nowhere they attack you and you end up all scratched up.
And the weird part is that then they look at you and have no idea why you are upset.
The weirdest part is that we keep these little strange furry alien creatures in our houses. Why??
thatawesomeperson27 Cuteness has it's power ;)
Weird = Ze: Jumping the gap between 0 & 1, and making stuff?
Weird but inspirational.
Wow, This guy is one of the coolest things I've found on youtube.
Very easy to subscribe to.
Whenever I watch one of your videos I go into a corner and put my headphones on really loud so that no one can interrupt our little reality together
Not sure if this is going to help or just make things worse, but when you think of it, those things along with maybe sport and socialising with friends (which usually only consists of discussing those topics anyway) really make up everything that we consider enjoyable. Ultimately the only function work plays is to provide us with the means to enjoy ourselves, so if art, books and music are pointless then so is everything else. But as the video shows, it's all about how you choose to perceive it.
Every time I watch one of your videos, I have to close my eyes for a minute and think about what you said then I feel dizzy and end up watching the video again.
I am staring at a brightly coloered box that spews imagines and sound, made by people far away from by molding bits of plastic and metal together, designed by people much smarter than most of everyone I know, and watching someone I've never met talk about their thoughts and feelings to a bunch of strangers.
It doesn't feel weird yet.
I have a hand thing too. Sometimes, I become acutely aware of the veins on the top of my hands, and the tendons on and near my wrists. I stare, and pretty soon it seems so frigging disgusting and weird that such delicate things are so close to a surface that can't protect them from being severed that I can't look at them, they even FEEL different, like the revelation has changed them. But, then I forget, and the cycle begins anew. Even typing it weirds me out.
Haven't seen your stuff in a long time, I'm glad to see it again.
I always thought that too! But a part of that reason is cows just eat plants but humans eat a lot of things not good for their body so it can generally be said that cow milk is a bit safer to drink or at least will have a more consistent taste when drank.
I'm floating in space and balancing the world on my feet.
This is a contraption that is made of aluminum composites and sometimes a trunk of what used to be a living thing. When combined with a white fibrous hydrocarbon structure that a candy was named after it becomes more comfortable to sit on. Some of these aluminum composite/ dead trunk structures are created to spin in a 180 degree or a full 360 or a full repeating 360.
Ze, you're honestly the only person that gets inside of my head! Another great video though, keep it up:)
I have this thing with breathing, I mean, sometimes I become strangely aware of every breath I take, and the effort put in each, and it makes me anxious, it feels as if breathing is a struggle to survive. It's very difficult to come back to normal in such a situation
When practising speaking languages in school, I always had a tendency to watch their faces as they spoke, because I'd figured it was polite to make eye contact and to connect, but the more I stared at their faces, the more different they began to become. It was a fairly strange experience if I do say so myself :-P
that dream might be the most beautiful and accurate representation of what books and reading are. at least to me.
Those are moments of true enlightening, friend. That is what the Buddha felt. You are very lucky to feel that.
Sometimes I look at my hands and realize that I exist. I become aware of me, and how every single person has their own "me" and that I'll never really know what it's like to call that person me. I feel like it's weird that this body is mine, that these thoughts are mine. And then my whole life, all of my memories, even my present, they suddenly don't seem any different from my future, as vague as a dream.
Those "lucid" moments make me realize exactly how insignificant life's "problems" are.
Ze's puff levels rise significantly in this video.
I was lying down while watching this video and it made me think about what my house would be like if gravity suddenly changed to be under my feet. Suddenly my house turned into a jungle gym-like maze with trap doors and ladders and climbing walls. I wouldn't mind living in that world for a few hours.
Milk: we all knows were it comes from, but one day a long long time ago some said “ I’m going to squeeze that cow’s utter and drink whatever comes out of it.”
Yesterday it was raining outside and my house was still. I thought how amazing it was that someone years ago had taken stones and hit them hard until they were the shape of my house and how it never changed back again. A burst of intention and my house was, while everything outside kept changing. And I filled it with things, and there are lamps and chairs and spoons inside of it and they are all still and unless I move them they won't move for years. It's all dry and motionless. That's weird.