| Evergreen |
[May. 2nd, 2006|03:30 pm] |
For those of you who haven't heard, I hate Evergreen. As a result, I have also been trying to leave Evergreen.
Yesterday, this was successful. I got accepted to the University of Puget Sound. I'm waiting for American University's and WSU's responses.
I am delighted.
I am thrilled.
I am inarticulate. |
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| I think I took this quiz wrong... |
[Jan. 20th, 2006|03:05 pm] |
| Your Hair Should Be Pink | 
Hyper, insane, and a boatload of fun.
You're a traveling party that everyone loves to follow. |
And don't forget...www.tachyix.blogspot.com |
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| Bandwagons! |
[Oct. 4th, 2005|04:55 pm] |
First things first: ambiguous gender issues! The Interweb has never been wrong before!
| You Are 40% Boyish and 60% Girlish |
You are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch.
Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes.
You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them.
You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be. |
Secondly, I'm not coming back to Livejournal. I'm quite comfortable with my role as antagonistic commentator on Livejournal and an actual blog at http://www.tachyix.blogspot.com. Feel free to add me to friend's lists and what not. I usually check daily.
Thirdly, contact info. I have a cell phone that will one day change and isn't actually mine. I use it to order excessive amounts of pizza. 360-402-8793. If you want to mail me a letter bomb or fan mail then send it to:
Joshua Cole
Box 60182
Olympia, WA 98505
Packages containing excessively heavy material can go to:
Joshua Cole
4319 Indian Pipe loop NW, B-404A1
Flaming bags of dung can be left in front of:
Apt. "B" 404A1.
The guy in A3 is also a jerk.
I'm also on Facebook if I've forgotten to add you. It turns out there are a lot of you. |
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| "Yes We Can Hear You People. I Find It Quite Soothing." |
[Aug. 31st, 2004|09:28 pm] |
Normally, the entertainments of TV are denied to me. While I have full VCR and DVD capacites (as well as an addiction to the latter that is currently under rehab), I generally tell people I don't have TV. This is to conceal a far more horrifying truth--I have the most basic form of cable. The best entertainment to be found is on FOX and the Canadian channel. Bah! I shall stick to the Interweb for news and comics.
So I spent quite a bit of the evening at P-Ray's. It was a delightful night of commedy. Starting with "Bubble Boy" (funny hookers!), and going to "Last Comic Standing" (where the outside commentary ranged to the extremes: "She's not funny!", "He's not funny!", and "OK, he was funny. Sort of.") and ending with "The Daily Show With Jon Stewart."
Now I've had a long term affair with Jon Stewart. Not only can we (and we have!) share similar hair styles, he does that cocked eyebrow, hand to chin thing that I do so well. I feel a link that is decidedly one sided, but my raging "no personal heros/idols" attitude makes it very hard for me to admire someone who ISN'T a seeming replica of myself.
But the show was a pre-RNC clip show. While it elements of our politcal system can be disseminated in a humorous easy-to-make fun-of-process, the spanning of all the critiques aired in this show were astonding. Both polical engines have errors and gaping weaknesses that make it incredibly simple to come up with wacky, but accurate analogies. Very sad.
Well, I'm off to watch "Scrubs." Its NBC's repsonse to ER! |
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| "Awesome. Awesome To The Max. (Postman)" |
[Aug. 30th, 2004|01:53 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | Techno-phillic! | ] |
| [ | music |
| | "It's so loud in here" by They Might Be Giants | ] |
So my college potluck was pushed back. As I was driving back I once again heard Cake's song "No Phone." I enjoy this song, but this time, I actually listened to the lyrics. It seems to be on a Crusade against cell phones. Which brought forth a great debate internally: do we have a right to convience?
Humans can survive without tools. Our ancestors strove to improve their lives by improving inventions and/or securing new resources. Arguably, it wasn't till the 20th century (it seems so long ago) that tech wasn't necessary for survivable. With all the nucleiods and proteindoohickeys, we took cars and nukes and areoplanes and velocipides with no qualms. Our caveman lineage would have.
But now we it seems that we are at the beck and call of tools. Milage that would have only been achieveable by the gods of the past now fly by in a rush to a meeting in Seattle. Hearing someone else's voice from across the world is routine; with a few hundred bucks we can kiss the sky. The moon is no longer made of chesse, our brains have lost their purposes as blood-coolers.
And yet, there is no greater purpose to many popular inventions of the day. Cell phones? Mainly used to comment on the fact that the cute ice cream boy is back on shift, or that the hot lifeguard is back on duty. Pictures capture more and more of history that is soon forgotten by our own minds.
Standford U, according to the 12.09 edition of Wired, has set up a department to track an anaomly (links comings) of what is being called a "technological singularity." If such a thing is achieved, we will lose understanding of what drives the tools and universe, it will be the use of unthinking, unenlightened gesutres that run the world. We have so much technolgy in the world, and so few people who understand all of it, that false findings and thoughts are becoming more and more valid.
So the next time, the cell rings ask yourself why you're picking it up. The next time you get online to post a rant or "Instant Message" it up, ask yourself if it does any good, or is just a frivilous waste of electricty. The next time the ignition starts ask yourself if you've earned the right to posion the enviroment in such a manner. And the next time that you handle anything that wouldn't occur naturally, ask yourself who made it, and why. You'd be surprised. |
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| "So...How Much Are We Getting Paid For This Volunteer Gig?" |
[Aug. 29th, 2004|11:46 pm] |
In my earlier postings, I meantioned that Temple Beth Hatfiloh is moving to a new building. Not only does this mean my overly cushy job has been eliminated (a fact that I'm close to coming to terms with), that we have a building that's interior is straight out of 1928 (a fact that I have no intentions of coming to terms with), but it also means that one of my bases for self-justified elitism is coming to an end. It also meant that I lost 6 hours of my life moving various artifacts today, but what the hell! I would just wasted that time with sleep anyways.
In this fair city of ours, we have about 40,000 people. About 1,200 of them claim to be Jewish. I say "claim" because many are Evergreen students who are expierimenting with everything. The person ration is about 1 Jew out of every 33 people. Rare we are.
In any case, a couple of years ago we got a new rabbi. The old one, Marna, has since moved to Boston and wasn't particularily missionary. More or less, her policy was that people came to her for relgious and related guidence.
But she quit. And we got..Rabbi Seth Goldstein. No, not like Goldstine. He's ok...stright out of rabbi school (there is such a thing! who knew?), and very passionate. For the baseball fans, he's an ardent supporter of the Yankees. Personal flaws aside, under him the Temple ranks have swelled, Shabbaths observed, hope for population growth rekindled. And herein lies my problem.
If the ratio is reduced then that means I will no longer be in as much of a minority. One of my percieved stark contrasts with others will simply be reduced to a dull contrast. And the reduction of one person's self image hurts us all. Here's why.
If one person's (re:me) unique self image is reduced, then he will strive harder to make himself more unique and attention worthy. Maybe he'll take up new hobbies or focus on self improvement. Get a new job, mayhaps. And we can't have that. Self extertion is bad. I'm fairly sure that Rome wasn't built in a day because everyone was too lazy.
Anyways, don't make Josh work. Don't detract from his self proclaimed uniqueness Don't convert to Judiasm. |
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| "Yes, My Eyes Have This Strange.....Thing" |
[Aug. 28th, 2004|10:51 pm] |
For the first time in along time I'm actually bored. The sympathy from my so called peers that I've recivied is underwhelming. Not because I have nothing to do...it seems I've achieved a state of mind that I've possessed for much of my life, and never fully understood why. Come, let us walk down the ramblings of Josh.
In grade school. Bored. In middle school. Bored. First two years of high school. Bored. Junior year. Exhausted. Traditionally, I've assumed it to be a lack of friends and full stimulating education. (Hey, I haven't always been the bundle of fashion and powerhouse of charm that I am now.) I had things to think about of course (I buired myself in sci-fi lit--very profound), but on a grand scale, nothing to do.
Junior year I wasn't bored. I was exhausted. I always had something to do (rarely someplace to go though...huh.) This summer has been an extension of that, but now I find boredom creeping up again. Is doing things no longer enough? Is being exhausted no longer enough? Do I have to kill a man that I don't even know? Arg!
Wait...its the caffeine! Blog, you've done it again! |
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| "Reason Is A Whore" |
[Aug. 27th, 2004|01:23 pm] |
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| | CAFFEINE CAFFEINE CAFFEINE!!!! | ] |
Just talkin' bout Kirkegaard. But the truth of the matter is that I know exactly how he feels. If you take the quotation out of context.
Recently, my funds have been "killed." Applicable words are also "massacred," "slaughtered," and "eliminated." My cushy job at Temple Beth Hatfiloh has been deemed unnecessary, since we are moving to a larger building. Where the Christian scientists used to be.
So I'm on a budget! Since my income is entirely disposable (score!) I can "live" off $100 monthly with a fair amount of ease, provided nothing major comes up. 3 times out of 4
something comes up. So I've taken drastic action. I'm reducing my Coke intake.
For those of you who've known me over the years, you know the implications of this action. Today I've already had my 21 oz, but even as I write this my mind battles against
me. My sunglasses tell me to "buy more soda!" whenever they are put on my head. I've deleted the word "caffeine" 5 times, and "Coke" 10. Even Dostoevsky's "Notes From The Underground" finishes with: "But what can a decent man speak of with most pleasure?"
"Answer: Of himself. And Coke."
I know its all in my mind. I know that reasonably, this isn't too much to ask of myself, and probably improves my overall health. But as it seems that logic and reason flee in the
face of withdrawal. If only I had the $2 necessary to get the Coke and bring them back. |
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| "No Phone, No Phone. I Just Want To Be Alone Today." |
[Aug. 26th, 2004|09:54 am] |
Taken straight from Cake's new song "No Phone." Its about cell phones, and displays the viewpoint that I take on them, but its going through my head for other reasons.
Today is freshman orientation. Naturally, this brings back some of the earliest memmories I have of Capital, as well as some of the earliest bile. But biological reactions aside, today was an opportunity to recruit the young and impressionable into debate. All the other clubs are going to be there, but frankly, I think speech and debate's (s&d) natural appeal will win out. And we'll have hundreds of new and eager to be public speakers.
But alas I can't go. Sandwitched in betweeen schlepping around football people, and watching poodles, there was no time for to reasonably fit it in. Without driving someone insane.
And I couldn't actually tell anyone until this morning...by 9 o' clock-ish I had three phone calls from people who were checking my status on this here event. I lost precious, precious, sleep, and found my breath isn't actually minty fresh without brushed teeth.
All in all it was OK. I learned my lesson. Don't keep the phone by my bed. Espically when I've told people to call. Oh, and you should join s&d. Fun for the whole family! |
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| "Consider My Buzz Sucessfully Killed" |
[Aug. 25th, 2004|10:05 pm] |
Some generic unit of time ago, Lynn and I had a conversation about the virtues of public speaking. Actually, it was me extholing the virtues of public speaking, and her telling me in the politest terms that she didn't care. Fair enough--I've taken rejection in this field before, and will probably in the future. Part of the self imposed job.
But it did get me thinking about the virtures of public education. Basically, I would swap out two years of generic mandandtory "english" and replace them with options for public speaking, philosophy, field specific writing, various specialized reading, or poltical sciences. You know, things that have applied humanities in them? While generic essay writing abilities and comphrensive reading have huge merit, taking more specalized classes makes a nice allusion to petrolium. The crude stuff is wonderful, but the refined stuff for gas and makeup and the like is far more useful and less sticky.
If, for some reason, public office becomes mine, I will focus and harp on improving education. One student at a time my ass...what's being taught needs to be rexamined. |
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| "The System Works!" |
[Aug. 24th, 2004|08:59 am] |
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| | I can't believe its not butter | ] |
Today was schedule pickup. Long story short--at the end of the year, I was told by Mrs. Rae and Poff that there was no way in hell I was getting a full IB schedule.
Imagine my surprise when I got one. IBs Calc, Bio2, Spanish3, English, Theatre Arts, and H20. And all the good teachers too!
Don't hate me because I am favored by the computer system which I have so often dissed. Hate me because I am rubbing it in other's faces. |
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| "Doesn't The Seventh Seal Have Eskimos?" |
[Aug. 23rd, 2004|08:37 pm] |
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| | Another bachelor gone........ | ] |
My good friend P-Ray usually limits himself to say intelligent and/or humorous things. But when we got The Seventh Seal, he thought it was about Eskimos. Because they're related to seals. Its not. It's about the apoclyspe and crusades and chess. A winning and explosive combinition. Without Innuit.
Its been mandated that the seniors watch movies over the summer for English. 2. Classics, as well those that question our sanity. Ahh...Brando. Will any colonel be as insane as you? Will any war cause such moral and intellectual trepidation as Vietnam? Will any other Redux version of any movie not related to porn have those Playboy Bunnies?
In other English department related news: Anderson signed a contract that placed him in the employment of Capital High School for another year. And apparently he got married this weekend. http://decorabilia.blogspot.com/ I'm not only shocked he didn't want for Aaron and myself to throw his bachelor party: I'm shocked he updated his blog 1-2 days after he got married. The traditional time is 5-7 days. But congrats to them both and the very best and brightest future and so on and so forth. I was never good at well-wishing.
Anyways...4 weeks till school. See you all there, I guess. |
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| "The Funny Part Is That I Added The First Three Words." |
[Aug. 21st, 2004|11:08 pm] |
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| | "No Phone" Cake--New Realese. Hos! | ] |
Oh boy. Last Friday I made the mistake of going to a church softball game. The motivation was purely materialistic--P-Ray promised me free pizza after the game. Being poor, I took the deal, but it was too much to spend. It wasn't and isn't worth it. Wanna retard your kids? Send 'em to Izzy's all you can eat buffet and soda machine. Not only is it unkosher, it's unsanitary and unnatural. 120 watt bulbs my ass.
But that wasn't the worst part. I, uh, accidentally rekindled my raging hatred of the group of middle-aged men and women that I have derogatorily named "churchies."
I planned to go to the park and study for the SATs and cheer when ever P-Ray hit the ball places away from the homeplate. That fenceline never saw it coming. Quasi-althetic times. But I ended up people watching. Mr. A is right. You can watch actions for fun, add narration for better, but I was close enough to hear actual tidbits of conversation.
Eventually, the topic between a very nice 50 some woman and 40-blah dad turned to the quality of various magazines. Newsweek was wonderful. Cosmo is too young. Time is soooo accurate. And for venturesome days there was the NY Times. But apparently, the best of these was National Geographic. They had just run the most wonderful series on the Austrialian Coral Reefs. A very good cause indeed. And even though it had run controversial (whispered) articles a few months back, it certainly was an excellent magazine.
"Oh about the evolution of penguins?" I asked, with no clue as to the contents.
After a quick spasm of facial horror, "No. About certain (whispered) practices of the medical industry." the nice midly old lady responded.
I pretended to go back to the SAT prep and they rambled on, when the discussion turned to cancer (whisper). Everyone's getting it, I hope I don't, some people related to me have had it, but nobody in my immedite family ever got it.
Now, when my parents were going through there, "lets go to synagaouge" phase, I learned some valuable lessons about the diffrence between people in groups and individually. 6 or more people in a relgious gathering, and punny religious humor is funny. Hilarious even. Nothing had changed besides my height, regardless of what I told them the last I saw them. Often last week. We had code words sure, but they revolved around bad politics, murder, and bad accidents.
But its the use of code words. Espically around "controversal" issues. This attitude of respect of God seems to stem from the Bible being written by God. Well, at least for the Christains. It pisses me off that anyone would think that God would be offened by the WORDS. What?! After, according to belief, 5000 years MINIMUM of exsitence, and seeing the deaths and horrors visited upon every single human that ever EXSITED in time, and within that creed, condemming and causing them, could a WORD be offensive. What? Is God going to go: "You said EVOLUTION! Now I am going to smite your CANCER by ABORTING your tumor!" Or something bad!?
The attitude of being able to hide reality by changing words and whispering them, and then passing those actions of as respect angers me. But just me. Its not a sign or attitude of respect--its a symptom of "don't blame me." Its an unwillingness to be bold in the only shot one has, a self censorship of the worst sort. A deity that petty should have died a long time ago.
Luckily, it seems only to exist with the middle aged, but maybe I don't have enough expierience. If anyone, at any point in my life, sees me like that, you have my EXPRESS WRITTEN CONSENT to hospitalize me. Be creative about it. |
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| Hey, He Does Kinda Look Like Robin Williams |
[Aug. 19th, 2004|05:10 pm] |
This summer has been a hodgepodge of change and tomfoolery in my media (of all sorts) dabblings. In previous summers I simply revisted the Dragonlance series. (Forgotten Realms...uggh) Or the newest book in the Ender series, by Orson Scott Card. Damn him and his grim future, where the only hope of survival was teenagers!
But many things changed over the year, and lo, I expierimented* with new things. My musical tastes were non-existent,** and I really didn't pay attention to current events. Below is a list, assorted by presentation***, of things that I have enjoyed and habitually observe in the proper manner.
Radio--Probably the most radical changes are in my radio listenings. Basically, I didn't before January 2003. And then my parents got me an alarm clock for Hanukkah****, oddly set to 106.1. But, before you turn your radio dial to that frequency, bear in mind that Jackie and Bender are the greatest morning show hosts ever+. So great, that I no longer listen to them. Basically, Mr. A introduced me to Ben Folds and Cake++. And then I switched to 107.7. They tell me they have twice the music. Some of it isn't half bad--there are some up and coming punks by the name of 'Modest Mouse'+++ that have potental. Also, NPR is going to dominate reasonable talkshows, and news, for years to come.
TV--I watched the Olympics. First time in years that someone has convinced me to watch a sport. Otherwise, its been The Simpsons, Seinfeld, and when I can, The Daily Show with Jon Stewart++++.
Magazines--Wired has some good articles+++++, and I've been uping my good tastes in materialism with advice++++++ from Cargo. Hey, free is free.
Movies--Just one that I've seen. Aliens Vs. Predator*****.
I would like to see That Tom Cruise Movie, I've always liked his overconfident style and stale wittisms******.
Books--The lesser known Critque Of Pure Reason By Immanuael< Kant has been my unicorn<< this summer. Despite nightly reading since early July I've gotten only through the first two prefaces<<<. Also, my lit.<<<< for class enlightened me to the nature of writing essays. The last book on the list a version of Sun-Tzu's Art Of War, with some Chinese history thrown in<<<<<.
Interweb/--NyTimes.com whenever I bother to remember, as well as various blogs. And webcomics. Lots of webcomics. I'm no predictionist, but they're going to change the nature of syndication within the next 5 years. Hopefully, something good with finally find its way on the newspapers>>.
So that's been it. I hope to wrap with some stuff>>>.
*Is there a cooler way to say this?
**Many would say they still are, but I still remain unconvinced of N'Sync's greatness.
***I think this is a pretty cool way to say it.
****My parents are pretty hip.
+Just ask Mr.A.
++They've each been cool for over a decade!
+++You've heard it here first.
++++Does anyone know how old he is?
+++++By Republicans.
++++++By gay men.
*****It was a comedy of errors and xenos.
******Brad Pitt=ab-spolsive?
[ Error: Irreparable invalid markup ('<or [...] <<they>') in entry. Owner must fix manually. Raw contents below.] This summer has been a hodgepodge of change and tomfoolery in my media (of all sorts) dabblings. In previous summers I simply revisted the Dragonlance series. (Forgotten Realms...uggh) Or the newest book in the Ender series, by Orson Scott Card. Damn him and his grim future, where the only hope of survival was teenagers! But many things changed over the year, and lo, I expierimented* with new things. My musical tastes were non-existent,** and I really didn't pay attention to current events. Below is a list, assorted by presentation***, of things that I have enjoyed and habitually observe in the proper manner. Radio--Probably the most radical changes are in my radio listenings. Basically, I didn't before January 2003. And then my parents got me an alarm clock for Hanukkah****, oddly set to 106.1. But, before you turn your radio dial to that frequency, bear in mind that Jackie and Bender are the greatest morning show hosts ever+. So great, that I no longer listen to them. Basically, Mr. A introduced me to Ben Folds and Cake++. And then I switched to 107.7. They tell me they have twice the music. Some of it isn't half bad--there are some up and coming punks by the name of 'Modest Mouse'+++ that have potental. Also, NPR is going to dominate reasonable talkshows, and news, for years to come. TV--I watched the Olympics. First time in years that someone has convinced me to watch a sport. Otherwise, its been The Simpsons, Seinfeld, and when I can, The Daily Show with Jon Stewart++++. Magazines--Wired has some good articles+++++, and I've been uping my good tastes in materialism with advice++++++ from Cargo. Hey, free is free. Movies--Just one that I've seen. Aliens Vs. Predator*****. I would like to see That Tom Cruise Movie, I've always liked his overconfident style and stale wittisms******. Books--The lesser known Critque Of Pure Reason By Immanuael< Kant has been my unicorn<< this summer. Despite nightly reading since early July I've gotten only through the first two prefaces<<<. Also, my lit.<<<< for class enlightened me to the nature of writing essays. The last book on the list a version of Sun-Tzu's Art Of War, with some Chinese history thrown in<<<<<. Interweb/--NyTimes.com whenever I bother to remember, as well as various blogs. And webcomics. Lots of webcomics. I'm no predictionist, but they're going to change the nature of syndication within the next 5 years. Hopefully, something good with finally find its way on the newspapers>>. So that's been it. I hope to wrap with some stuff>>>. *Is there a cooler way to say this? **Many would say they still are, but I still remain unconvinced of N'Sync's greatness. ***I think this is a pretty cool way to say it. ****My parents are pretty hip. +Just ask Mr.A. ++They've each been cool for over a decade! +++You've heard it here first. ++++Does anyone know how old he is? +++++By Republicans. ++++++By gay men. *****It was a comedy of errors and xenos. ******Brad Pitt=ab-spolsive? <Or Ishmael. <<They were meant to protect girls. <<<On the plus side, I may have accidentally learn all of Latin. <<<<I can't spell OK?! <<<<<Apparently, Chirstopher Columbus was right. /This has a long back story behind it. Ask me about it sometime. Its cool. >>Like the Boondocks or L'il Anne. >>>This last footnote may be unecessary. |
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| "But I'm Not Going To Get Into That. This Is A Family Show." |
[Aug. 17th, 2004|10:19 pm] |
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| | American Idiot by Green Day (D | ] |
For some reason, P-Ray likes listening to Michael Savage on "The Savage Nation." Its talk radio, and its crappy enough that I won't say where it airs. But if you can master the complicated task of turning a knob or wheel, I'm sure you can find it.
But the content aired today was surprisingly.....something. Transvestites! Did I spell that right? Transvestites? No matter--he was giving he profound shouting on the psychological lingo and cultural problems that had led to a generation of people who are unsure of their sexuallity. (I'm paraphrasing the above--no one can beat Savage, master sledman of the slippery slope--but not the below) He said, "And these people are trying to solve some of their personal issues, but in the end, they can't even play with themselves."
And then he said the subject line above followed by, "But I'm trying to be sensitive on this issue, since I don't understand it."
Which reminds me--all my subject lines are things that have been said. Outloud, to me or around me. Occasinally, I steal them from funnier people than I. Sometimes they relate to the context of my posting. Sometimes I just like them.
But I will be talking about this day for the rest of the week--a lot of things have come to light. I'd also like to give what kids these days call a "shout out" to Mr A. He helped enlighten me to some aspects of Christianity that I didn't get. Historical motivation begins to make sense. But I get ahead of myself.
And Pouw, I know you're crisis oriented, but you need to learn how get your butt in gear without one. Supposedly, that's what healthy people do. Supposedly. |
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| I Have But A Few Self Destructive Habits. Why Not Let Me Have My Coke? |
[Aug. 16th, 2004|04:12 pm] |
The answer to last posting is sunglasses. As radiation levels have risen on Earth, so to have the the cases of occular melanoma.
I saw Aliens Vs. Predator yesterday. If you don't sci-fi, don't see it. If you don't like shoddy acting, don't see it. If you like the franchices, don't see it. If you have money to blow on an impluse to see the summer's CGI binging, don't see it. I'd never thought I'd say this, but see I, Robot. As least then you can make fun of Will Smith's tomfoolery.
Where has the quality gone? The Alien and Predator movies always had a tension in them--a feeling like the watcher was next. This was supposed to be a slug fest between cult movies, and it didn't even accomplish anything. 5 minutes in, it becomes obvious who is going "win."
On the educational front, things are looking up. School has gone slacker's pace and I've been inspired by some Jewish muse to collect and retell ancedotes of my Tummwater expierinces. Good times for reflection, but bad times to live in. Ahh...minorites. The nation will soon be ours, but will we ever stop whining? I should hope not--then I wouldn't have any real justification.
So I leave you with this image: Tom Brokaw saying "Dumbass, Dumbass, Dumbass" to Jon Stewart.
Good times. |
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| Articulating The Thought That Is On My Mind Isn't Actually My Finest Idea |
[Aug. 14th, 2004|06:54 pm] |
And therein lies the irony. Lately, I've been feeling combative and restless. I find this is most articulated by Metric's "Combat Baby," but instead of wishing for an 'ex' to come back, I simply wish to go out and fight someone. Intellectually or physically, I don't care. Insulting my brother's hair and bowling abilites aren't doing it anymore.
Normally, I would just supress this mental upheaval and move on, but it's impacting other parts of my life as well. My advice to...pretty much everyone, is to avoid me. Espically if I'm carrying something heavy, reading something, or driving anything. And I do mean anything--I saw some interesting stunts involving cars and bikes on the Westside today. A Jeep and a mountain bike racing at 35mph is a rare and entertaining sight.
I have a busy week ahead and maybe that will distract me. The home strech for class is begining, and I have to get started on my expos speech--its on occular melanoma (eye cancer.) And guess what? There is no cure! Dennis Leary refrence right there. Oh yeah. There is, however, a preventitive method, that you should know and love. I'll reveal the answer next posting, if somebody else doesn't guess it first. |
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