nah
Thursday, December 24, 2009
hello, goodbye, and to remember with affection.
Seattle was cool. Boregon was hipster nation, therefore/despite that I'm going back in the summer, probably for a longer stay.
nah
nah
Monday, December 7, 2009
a relatively unedited email exchange
Cheeky Student: The first concert I attended was the 20 year anniversary of The Bouncing Souls; my work schedule did not permit any more appropriate concerts.The only proof of attendance I have is the strip of paper on my right wrist.
May I still turn that [thing on my wrist] in?
I am aware that I will be penalized for the nature of the concert and my generally cheeky demeanor.
Ms. Attractive Piano Instructor: [I love you,] so you will only get marked down because it's an unapproved concert, but overall, it's not that many points docked. Make sure you include a list of all of the songs played in the concert and the program will not be necessary.
And, the comments are entertaining. But, don't include the cheeky stuff in your concert critique or research papers. Scholarly writing does not bode well for that. In the written reflections, it is fine.
Pick your own adventure!
A. "Good thing I've been practicing fingering those scales!"
B. "No, you are fine." <-
C. "I don't know no languages."
D. "I guess this one is going to the El Monte Station..."
May I still turn that [thing on my wrist] in?
I am aware that I will be penalized for the nature of the concert and my generally cheeky demeanor.
Ms. Attractive Piano Instructor: [I love you,] so you will only get marked down because it's an unapproved concert, but overall, it's not that many points docked. Make sure you include a list of all of the songs played in the concert and the program will not be necessary.
And, the comments are entertaining. But, don't include the cheeky stuff in your concert critique or research papers. Scholarly writing does not bode well for that. In the written reflections, it is fine.
Pick your own adventure!
A. "Good thing I've been practicing fingering those scales!"
B. "No, you are fine." <-
C. "I don't know no languages."
D. "I guess this one is going to the El Monte Station..."
Friday, November 13, 2009
Kayfabe
I attended a taping of that show The Doctors a couple of weeks ago. It might air sometime the following week or next next week.
If I learned anything at all from it, it was that cameramen are the coolest people in da biz. They would talk and laugh about the audience members and occasionally do "action shots," which they seemed to be really into, and then go right back to making fun of the audience. Man. They would even have candies on the cameras that they'd be eating throughout the show. The one closest to me gave me a snickers bar because I asked him if he'd ever seen Eye for an Eye. The actors were douches. No one gives love to the cameramen (and -women) and I intend to change that through a series of strongly worded open letters sent to my local newspaper and congresswoman.
If I learned anything at all from it, it was that cameramen are the coolest people in da biz. They would talk and laugh about the audience members and occasionally do "action shots," which they seemed to be really into, and then go right back to making fun of the audience. Man. They would even have candies on the cameras that they'd be eating throughout the show. The one closest to me gave me a snickers bar because I asked him if he'd ever seen Eye for an Eye. The actors were douches. No one gives love to the cameramen (and -women) and I intend to change that through a series of strongly worded open letters sent to my local newspaper and congresswoman.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
"The Dao is like a bellows: it is empty yet infinitely capable. The more you use it, the more it produces; the more you talk of it, the less you understand."
Laozi
"We are a way for the cosmos to know itself."
Carl Sagan
"Think lightly of yourself and deeply of the world."
Miyamoto Musashi
"All slang is metaphor, and all metaphor is poetry."
GK Chesterton
"A good novel tells us the truth about its hero; but a bad novel tells us the truth about its author."
GK Chesterton
"I feel sorry for people who don't drink, when they wake up that's as good as they'll feel all day"
Frank Sinatra
"Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplacable spark. In the hopeless swamps of the not quite, the not yet, and the not at all, do not let the hero in your soul perish and leave only frustration for the life you deserved, but never have been able to reach. The world you desire can be won, it exists, it is real, it is possible, it is yours."
Ayn Rand
"Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault.
Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope.
They are the elect to whom beautiful things mean only Beauty."
Oscar Wilde
Laozi
"We are a way for the cosmos to know itself."
Carl Sagan
"Think lightly of yourself and deeply of the world."
Miyamoto Musashi
"All slang is metaphor, and all metaphor is poetry."
GK Chesterton
"A good novel tells us the truth about its hero; but a bad novel tells us the truth about its author."
GK Chesterton
"I feel sorry for people who don't drink, when they wake up that's as good as they'll feel all day"
Frank Sinatra
"Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplacable spark. In the hopeless swamps of the not quite, the not yet, and the not at all, do not let the hero in your soul perish and leave only frustration for the life you deserved, but never have been able to reach. The world you desire can be won, it exists, it is real, it is possible, it is yours."
Ayn Rand
"Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault.
Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope.
They are the elect to whom beautiful things mean only Beauty."
Oscar Wilde
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Here's one for Geocities
"What happened to the days when people made websites dedicated to other people?"
-Miles Espinoza
website by Gerard
Thursday, October 22, 2009
First Things First
Was everyone at work talking about DotA today?
Want to spend some quality time with your family after you come home but they just seem to want to talk about DotA?
Do you then seek to run away from your problems with some traditional WC3 ladder matches or Footmen Frenzy on battle.net, but find only a deluge of "dota 6.64 -aremso lc pros"? Does it seem like this is the perfect time in your life to go partying with Tina again?
Well put that syringe down buster. Here's a pretty good article explaining the history and genius of what the heck those all those kids are even talking about.
Want to spend some quality time with your family after you come home but they just seem to want to talk about DotA?
Do you then seek to run away from your problems with some traditional WC3 ladder matches or Footmen Frenzy on battle.net, but find only a deluge of "dota 6.64 -aremso lc pros"? Does it seem like this is the perfect time in your life to go partying with Tina again?
Quick side note:
Barkley, Shut up and Jam: Gaiden
A perfect mix of cross-cultural satire, nostalgia gaming and indie development. Check that shit out.
Death comes on a Beautiful Autumn Day
I found the DotA article while trying to escape from all the quantitations of my quantitative polisci class laboratory computer hour today. I also came across this puppy:
Saturday, October 17, 2009
"Hey Ayn Rand! Money sucks!"
-Ayn Rand: "Oh yeah?
Money is a tool of exchange, which can't exist unless there are goods produced and men are able to produce them. Money is the material shape of the principle that men who wish to deal with one another must deal by trade and give value for value. Money is not the tool of the moochers, who claim your product by tears, or of the looters, who take it from you by force. Money is made possible only by the men who produce. Is this what you consider evil?
Is money made by the intelligent at the expense of fools? By the able at the expense of the incompetent? By the ambitious at the expense of the lazy? Money is made -- before it can be looted or mooched--made by an effort of every honest man, each to the extent of his ability. An honest man is one who knows that he can't consume more than he has produced...
Money will not purchase happiness for the man who has no concept of what he wants: money will not give him a code of values, if he's evaded the choice of what to see. Money will not buy intelligence for the fool, or admiration for the coward, or respect for the incompetent...
Only the man who does not need it, is fit to inherit wealth--the man who would make his fortune no matter where he started. Do not envy a worthless heir; his wealth is not yours and you would have done no better with it. Do not think that it should have been distributed among you; loading the world with fifty parasites instead of one, would not bring back the dead virtue which was the fortune...
Did you get your money by fraud? By pandering to men's vices or men's stupidity? By catering to fools, in the hope of getting more than your ability deserves? By lowering your standards? By doing work you despise for purchasers you scorn? If so, then your money will not give you a moment's or a penny's worth of joy. Then all the things you buy will become, not a tribute to you, but a reproach; not an achievement, but a reminder of shame. Then you'll scream that money is evil. Evil, because it will not pinch-hit for your self-respect? Evil, because it would not let you enjoy your depravity? Is this the root of all your hatred of money?
The man who damns money has obtained it dishonorably; the man who respects it has earned it...
So long as men live together on earth and need means to deal with one another--their only substitute, if they abandon money, is the muzzle of a gun...
Until and unless you discover that money is the root of all good, you ask for your own destruction. When money ceases to the tool by which men deal with one another, then men become the tools of men. Blood, whips and guns--or dollars. Take your choice--there is no other--and your time is running out."
-"I thought you said 10 bucks got me the whole hour..."
Money is a tool of exchange, which can't exist unless there are goods produced and men are able to produce them. Money is the material shape of the principle that men who wish to deal with one another must deal by trade and give value for value. Money is not the tool of the moochers, who claim your product by tears, or of the looters, who take it from you by force. Money is made possible only by the men who produce. Is this what you consider evil?
Is money made by the intelligent at the expense of fools? By the able at the expense of the incompetent? By the ambitious at the expense of the lazy? Money is made -- before it can be looted or mooched--made by an effort of every honest man, each to the extent of his ability. An honest man is one who knows that he can't consume more than he has produced...
Money will not purchase happiness for the man who has no concept of what he wants: money will not give him a code of values, if he's evaded the choice of what to see. Money will not buy intelligence for the fool, or admiration for the coward, or respect for the incompetent...
Only the man who does not need it, is fit to inherit wealth--the man who would make his fortune no matter where he started. Do not envy a worthless heir; his wealth is not yours and you would have done no better with it. Do not think that it should have been distributed among you; loading the world with fifty parasites instead of one, would not bring back the dead virtue which was the fortune...
Did you get your money by fraud? By pandering to men's vices or men's stupidity? By catering to fools, in the hope of getting more than your ability deserves? By lowering your standards? By doing work you despise for purchasers you scorn? If so, then your money will not give you a moment's or a penny's worth of joy. Then all the things you buy will become, not a tribute to you, but a reproach; not an achievement, but a reminder of shame. Then you'll scream that money is evil. Evil, because it will not pinch-hit for your self-respect? Evil, because it would not let you enjoy your depravity? Is this the root of all your hatred of money?
The man who damns money has obtained it dishonorably; the man who respects it has earned it...
So long as men live together on earth and need means to deal with one another--their only substitute, if they abandon money, is the muzzle of a gun...
Until and unless you discover that money is the root of all good, you ask for your own destruction. When money ceases to the tool by which men deal with one another, then men become the tools of men. Blood, whips and guns--or dollars. Take your choice--there is no other--and your time is running out."
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
"The word 'data'
is one of the most grammatically misused words in the English language. Why? Because most people use this word as though it were a singular word when it is, in fact, plural. Any time you read "the data is," you have found a grammatical error. Instead, when describing data, the phrasing should be "the data are." Get used to it: You are now one of the foot soldiers in the crusade to get people to use this word appropriately. It will be a long and uphill battle."
Kellstedt & Whitten. The Fundamentals of Political Science Research (79).
The singular isdatum dayum!
Kellstedt & Whitten. The Fundamentals of Political Science Research (79).
The singular is
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
I'm talking downtown!
New URL, same old blog.
"1. Talking downtown.
A term of expressing extreme enthusiasm. It is a reference to the downtown area of cities, which usually houses the major business district where the most interesting and fun events occur.
Dude, I'm seriously going to hook up with that girl. I'm talking downtown!"
"1. Talking downtown.
A term of expressing extreme enthusiasm. It is a reference to the downtown area of cities, which usually houses the major business district where the most interesting and fun events occur.
Dude, I'm seriously going to hook up with that girl. I'm talking downtown!"
Source:
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
You know the name rings a bell
I went to see Blu and Exile (along with Ashley something, Cherrypop and Luis Miguel) at the Roxy last friday.
When Blu and Exile came on, the up-until-then-calm audience burst into a cloud of applause, cheer and reefer as soon as the curtain rose. They performed a few songs from their album (during one of which Blu kindly accepted a blunt from an audience member, and after a few puffs passed it to the left like a true gentleman,) Blu freestyled and invited a few audience members onto the stage to do the same.
"Fuck the papers, he was the reefer"
When Blu and Exile came on, the up-until-then-calm audience burst into a cloud of applause, cheer and reefer as soon as the curtain rose. They performed a few songs from their album (during one of which Blu kindly accepted a blunt from an audience member, and after a few puffs passed it to the left like a true gentleman,) Blu freestyled and invited a few audience members onto the stage to do the same.
"Fuck the papers, he was the reefer"
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
-"Hey do you like Bob Marley and Doritos?"
-"Yeah."
-"Do you want to hang out?"
-"Are you serious?"
-"Yeah."
-"Um..."
-"Do you need a ride?"
-"I think I already have one. Hold on. So what are you guys doing right now?"
-"This."
-"My ride's on its way already. Do you guys want to come to my house though?"
-"We'll be there in an hour."
*Conversation edited for conciseness. Pic extremely related.
-"Do you want to hang out?"
-"Are you serious?"
-"Yeah."
-"Um..."
-"Do you need a ride?"
-"I think I already have one. Hold on. So what are you guys doing right now?"
-"This."
-"My ride's on its way already. Do you guys want to come to my house though?"
-"We'll be there in an hour."
*Conversation edited for conciseness. Pic extremely related.
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Million Dollar Idea 1
Blastoise Eyedrop Dispenser
(Patent, rights to use trademark and clever name pending.)
(Patent, rights to use trademark and clever name pending.)
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Not only, but Also
SO, if you think you're just about done with your preconceptions about films you should watch "The Holy Mountain."∴
Even better than listening to June on the West Coast on a 5am drive home.
∴If you already have, then "I conquered the holy mountain horizontally! Horizontally!"
Even better than listening to June on the West Coast on a 5am drive home.
∴If you already have, then "I conquered the holy mountain horizontally! Horizontally!"
Friday, July 24, 2009
Under construction
I bought a Radeon Powercolor HD3850 about 6 months ago, to add a year or two to my aging AGP system. It seems like it's been one long blue screen of death since I installed it.
My computer has always had its quirks, and even though I've been able to play Runescape almost turned all the way up since installing the card, I can no longer deal with the constant bsoding, crashing and failure to boots that have come with the new hardware. I could do nothing but ٩๏̯͡๏)۶ when I tried playing KOTOR for nostalgia's sake and my machine straight up bsoded. I acquired a copy of KOTOR2 and the same happened. Once again, I could do nothing but ٩๏̯͡๏)۶.
Mind you, I've tried every solution, patch and hotfix I've found on the tubes, but to no avail.
I will try to fix my system one last time before giving up hope of ever finding a solution. I will document my last attempt here.
First, I'll uninstall my current 8.5 drivers. I'll (hopefully) reboot, run drivercleaner (thank you afterdawn) and reboot again. Then I'll install SP3, shut the system off and see if I can feed the card more power. Start up again and change the AGP aperture to 256 from the BIOS (I read somewhere that Powercolor recommended this.) Boot Windows, install the 9.6 hotfix drivers. Anything that can be fixed should be fixed at this point. I'll (try) update this entry before I go to work.
-Update-
Fail. Working on safe mode.
Did all that and increased the AGP voltage to 1.6 and it still BSODed when I booted. I'm gonna try to start it up again in an hour and/or after work. If it boots like before then at least I'll have SP3 and new drivers. If not then I'll just read Atlas Shrugged instead of playing KOTOR. At least Rand understands my troubles...
-Update update-
Hurrah! I didn't try to start it until this morning and it worked, to my surprise. Catalyst Control Center is pretty cool. And I don't know if it's the new drivers or Catalyst or SP3 but my display is way sharper. Now I can play DotA with AA. Mama mia!
TL;DR version:
New graphics card=bsod. New driver, bios setting and control center later still does, but performs better.
My computer has always had its quirks, and even though I've been able to play Runescape almost turned all the way up since installing the card, I can no longer deal with the constant bsoding, crashing and failure to boots that have come with the new hardware. I could do nothing but ٩๏̯͡๏)۶ when I tried playing KOTOR for nostalgia's sake and my machine straight up bsoded. I acquired a copy of KOTOR2 and the same happened. Once again, I could do nothing but ٩๏̯͡๏)۶.
Mind you, I've tried every solution, patch and hotfix I've found on the tubes, but to no avail.
I will try to fix my system one last time before giving up hope of ever finding a solution. I will document my last attempt here.
First, I'll uninstall my current 8.5 drivers. I'll (hopefully) reboot, run drivercleaner (thank you afterdawn) and reboot again. Then I'll install SP3, shut the system off and see if I can feed the card more power. Start up again and change the AGP aperture to 256 from the BIOS (I read somewhere that Powercolor recommended this.) Boot Windows, install the 9.6 hotfix drivers. Anything that can be fixed should be fixed at this point. I'll (try) update this entry before I go to work.
-Update-
Fail. Working on safe mode.
Did all that and increased the AGP voltage to 1.6 and it still BSODed when I booted. I'm gonna try to start it up again in an hour and/or after work. If it boots like before then at least I'll have SP3 and new drivers. If not then I'll just read Atlas Shrugged instead of playing KOTOR. At least Rand understands my troubles...
-Update update-
Hurrah! I didn't try to start it until this morning and it worked, to my surprise. Catalyst Control Center is pretty cool. And I don't know if it's the new drivers or Catalyst or SP3 but my display is way sharper. Now I can play DotA with AA. Mama mia!
TL;DR version:
New graphics card=bsod. New driver, bios setting and control center later still does, but performs better.
Friday, July 17, 2009
For your convenience
A couple of friends of mine
decided to apply at Ralph's a few days ago and I came along to support them spiritually and make sure they were in top minimum wage job application-filling shape. This all fell apart when I noticed the mobility scooter next to the application computer.
It all started innocently enough: I had just gotten from work that night--my legs ached terribly and I sought nothing from the scooter except a little relief from my pains. But just as Satan tainted Iscariot's heart when the bread of the Last Supper fell into his traitorous hands, so my heart was filled with a delinquent desire as soon as my buttocks fell into the inexplicably warm leather seat of the scooter. I rode off into the great unknown of Ralph's. Everything seemed so different; I'm used to walking around with a 6ft eye level, but while on the scooter I must have been at least a foot and a half shorter. It took all my willpower to keep the huge shit-eating grin off my face when I passed the other customers. It wasn't until I tried to parallel park the scooter in one of the isles that I lost it, the beeping sound emitted when I went in reverse made me laugh pretty hard. I wouldn't have been satisfied unless I completed a full circuit, even though it required me to scoot past the registers and the manager. She gently requested that I get off the scooter unless I needed it when I passed her, bringing my journey to an end.
It was decided that we should make up for my transgression by loitering in front of the store. We hadn't gotten 5 minutes of good loitering before a heavily tattooed man approached us and asked us if we were there Hey Mistering people. An employee happened to be walking by right then, and to everyone's delight he suggested that we were engaging in illegal activities, a statement which was not only original but also quite amusing.
My friend that first applied has finished at this point, and my other friend went inside. The tattooed man came out of the store and began to tell us about his life after a brief introduction: his four year incarceration and the riot during which he stabbed a child molester 26 times (I gave him the brofist when he told us this, though I regretted it when he told us the guy almost died) his fortieth birthday celebration, etc. My friend seemed a little uncomfortable with the dude and lied when he asked for our names and ages. I thought he was awwwright.
Shortly after the manager came out of the store and I wished her a good night. A guy was bumping Loveline on the parking lot when we left.
So
I'm 5 weeks into my summer and I've had relatively little excitement. I'm halfway through my financial goal; maybe a little ahead.
And as much as I enjoy dippin' my pudding pop in milk, I couldn't help but dip a little into horticulture (paperwork pending.)
I hope to have something a little more interesting to write about next time.
p.s.
MHFU rocks.
decided to apply at Ralph's a few days ago and I came along to support them spiritually and make sure they were in top minimum wage job application-filling shape. This all fell apart when I noticed the mobility scooter next to the application computer.
It all started innocently enough: I had just gotten from work that night--my legs ached terribly and I sought nothing from the scooter except a little relief from my pains. But just as Satan tainted Iscariot's heart when the bread of the Last Supper fell into his traitorous hands, so my heart was filled with a delinquent desire as soon as my buttocks fell into the inexplicably warm leather seat of the scooter. I rode off into the great unknown of Ralph's. Everything seemed so different; I'm used to walking around with a 6ft eye level, but while on the scooter I must have been at least a foot and a half shorter. It took all my willpower to keep the huge shit-eating grin off my face when I passed the other customers. It wasn't until I tried to parallel park the scooter in one of the isles that I lost it, the beeping sound emitted when I went in reverse made me laugh pretty hard. I wouldn't have been satisfied unless I completed a full circuit, even though it required me to scoot past the registers and the manager. She gently requested that I get off the scooter unless I needed it when I passed her, bringing my journey to an end.
It was decided that we should make up for my transgression by loitering in front of the store. We hadn't gotten 5 minutes of good loitering before a heavily tattooed man approached us and asked us if we were there Hey Mistering people. An employee happened to be walking by right then, and to everyone's delight he suggested that we were engaging in illegal activities, a statement which was not only original but also quite amusing.
My friend that first applied has finished at this point, and my other friend went inside. The tattooed man came out of the store and began to tell us about his life after a brief introduction: his four year incarceration and the riot during which he stabbed a child molester 26 times (I gave him the brofist when he told us this, though I regretted it when he told us the guy almost died) his fortieth birthday celebration, etc. My friend seemed a little uncomfortable with the dude and lied when he asked for our names and ages. I thought he was awwwright.
Shortly after the manager came out of the store and I wished her a good night. A guy was bumping Loveline on the parking lot when we left.
So
I'm 5 weeks into my summer and I've had relatively little excitement. I'm halfway through my financial goal; maybe a little ahead.
And as much as I enjoy dippin' my pudding pop in milk, I couldn't help but dip a little into horticulture (paperwork pending.)
I hope to have something a little more interesting to write about next time.
p.s.
MHFU rocks.
Monday, April 20, 2009
21(+10)
21 PL Kyodan Precepts
1. Life is art.
2. Man's life is a succession of self-expressions.
3. Man is a manifestation of God.
4. Man suffers if he fails to express himself.
5. Man's true self is lost when swayed by feelings and emotions.
6. Man's true self is revealed when his ego is effaced.
7. All things exist in mutual relationship to one another.
8. Live radiantly as the sun.
9. All men are equal.
10. Strive for creating mutual happiness.
11. Have true faith in God.
12. There is a way (function) peculiar to every "name" (existence)
13. There is a way for men, and there is another for women (Blogger's note: I'm hoping they mean for both "ways" to be equally important, not the women's way to end in the kitchen or something. )
14. All is for world peace
15. All is a mirror
16. All things progress and develop
17. Comprehend what is most essential
18. At every moment man stands at the crossroads of good and evil
19. Act when your intuition dictates
20. Live in a perfect unity of mind and matter
21. Live in Perfect Liberty
Decalogue
1. I am the Lord your God, who brought you out of the land of Egypt, out of the house of slavery; Do not have any other gods before me.
2. You shall not make for yourself an idol, whether in the form of anything that is in heaven above, or that is on the earth beneath, or that is in the water under the earth. You shall not bow down to them or worship them; for I the Lord your God am a jealous God, punishing children for the iniquity of parents, to the third and the fourth generation of those who reject me, but showing steadfast love to the thousandth generation of those who love me and keep my commandments.
3. You shall not make wrongful use of the name of the Lord your God, for the Lord will not acquit anyone who misuses his name.
4. Remember the Sabbath day and keep it holy. For six days you shall labour and do all your work. But the seventh day is a Sabbath to the Lord your God; you shall not do any work—you, your son or your daughter, your male or female slave, your livestock, or the alien resident in your towns. For in six days the Lord made heaven and earth, the sea, and all that is in them, but rested the seventh day; therefore the Lord blessed the Sabbath day and consecrated it.
5. Honor your father and your mother, so that your days may be long in the land that the Lord your God is giving you.
6. You shall not kill
7. You shall not commit adultery.
8. You shall not steal.
9. You shall not bear false witness against your neighbour.
10 You shall not covet your neighbour’s house; you shall not covet your neighbour’s wife, or male or female slave, or ox, or donkey, or anything that belongs to your neighbour.
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Just because I don't want this entire post to be copy-pasted. I read the Precepts and I thought they were awesome (I'm looking at you 1, 3, 4, 5, 6, 8, 18 and possibly 13) and I'd love to share them.
I also read the Ten Commandments in class. I hadn't read the "real" Bible commandments in a few years. I just wanted to put the two of them together to (try to) illustrate that
Religion, in all its forms, is beautiful.
1. Life is art.
2. Man's life is a succession of self-expressions.
3. Man is a manifestation of God.
4. Man suffers if he fails to express himself.
5. Man's true self is lost when swayed by feelings and emotions.
6. Man's true self is revealed when his ego is effaced.
7. All things exist in mutual relationship to one another.
8. Live radiantly as the sun.
9. All men are equal.
10. Strive for creating mutual happiness.
11. Have true faith in God.
12. There is a way (function) peculiar to every "name" (existence)
13. There is a way for men, and there is another for women (Blogger's note: I'm hoping they mean for both "ways" to be equally important, not the women's way to end in the kitchen or something. )
14. All is for world peace
15. All is a mirror
16. All things progress and develop
17. Comprehend what is most essential
18. At every moment man stands at the crossroads of good and evil
19. Act when your intuition dictates
20. Live in a perfect unity of mind and matter
21. Live in Perfect Liberty
Decalogue
1. I am the Lord your God, who brought you out of the land of Egypt, out of the house of slavery; Do not have any other gods before me.
2. You shall not make for yourself an idol, whether in the form of anything that is in heaven above, or that is on the earth beneath, or that is in the water under the earth. You shall not bow down to them or worship them; for I the Lord your God am a jealous God, punishing children for the iniquity of parents, to the third and the fourth generation of those who reject me, but showing steadfast love to the thousandth generation of those who love me and keep my commandments.
3. You shall not make wrongful use of the name of the Lord your God, for the Lord will not acquit anyone who misuses his name.
4. Remember the Sabbath day and keep it holy. For six days you shall labour and do all your work. But the seventh day is a Sabbath to the Lord your God; you shall not do any work—you, your son or your daughter, your male or female slave, your livestock, or the alien resident in your towns. For in six days the Lord made heaven and earth, the sea, and all that is in them, but rested the seventh day; therefore the Lord blessed the Sabbath day and consecrated it.
5. Honor your father and your mother, so that your days may be long in the land that the Lord your God is giving you.
6. You shall not kill
7. You shall not commit adultery.
8. You shall not steal.
9. You shall not bear false witness against your neighbour.
10 You shall not covet your neighbour’s house; you shall not covet your neighbour’s wife, or male or female slave, or ox, or donkey, or anything that belongs to your neighbour.
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Just because I don't want this entire post to be copy-pasted. I read the Precepts and I thought they were awesome (I'm looking at you 1, 3, 4, 5, 6, 8, 18 and possibly 13) and I'd love to share them.
I also read the Ten Commandments in class. I hadn't read the "real" Bible commandments in a few years. I just wanted to put the two of them together to (try to) illustrate that
Religion, in all its forms, is beautiful.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Propaganda
I've always liked propaganda. Something about making government appealing to the public lends itself to humor really well. It's even better when the propaganda tries to appeal to a culture I'm not familiar with.
For example: "I want a guy like Putin" from the album "One like Putin."
These are the lyrics:
"My boyfriend is in trouble once again:
Got in a fight, got drunk on something nasty
I've had enough and I chased him away
And now I want a man like Putin
One like Putin, full of strength
One like Putin, who won't be a drunk
One like Putin, who wouldn't hurt me
One like Putin, who won't run away!
I've seen him on the news last night
He was telling us that the world has come to crossroads
With one like him, it's easy to be home and out
And now I want a man like Putin
One like Putin, full of strength
One like Putin, who won't be a drunk
One like Putin, who wouldn't hurt me
One like Putin, who won't run away!"
That's right. The Russian government paid for that music video. I wonder if our goverment will follow suit since it seemed to work pretty well for the Kremlins.
Oh boy I can't wait until Obama is up for reelection!
For example: "I want a guy like Putin" from the album "One like Putin."
These are the lyrics:
"My boyfriend is in trouble once again:
Got in a fight, got drunk on something nasty
I've had enough and I chased him away
And now I want a man like Putin
One like Putin, full of strength
One like Putin, who won't be a drunk
One like Putin, who wouldn't hurt me
One like Putin, who won't run away!
I've seen him on the news last night
He was telling us that the world has come to crossroads
With one like him, it's easy to be home and out
And now I want a man like Putin
One like Putin, full of strength
One like Putin, who won't be a drunk
One like Putin, who wouldn't hurt me
One like Putin, who won't run away!"
That's right. The Russian government paid for that music video. I wonder if our goverment will follow suit since it seemed to work pretty well for the Kremlins.
Oh boy I can't wait until Obama is up for reelection!
Friday, March 13, 2009
I like DJ Quik
but I always misspell his name when I look him up on Youtube. I write "quick." But I'm not one to play the punk role.
Sooooo
I went to LACMA the other day. The exhibit was pretty swell. Jeez words aren't coming today. I don't think I got to see all the art but I my little head had had just about enough thought-provoking and meaningful art for one day. So we went to see Watchmen (Zing!)
I didn't like the movie. Don't get me wrong, it had its good parts. The McDuffy part was great, I wish the director or whoever added that in would have kept doing stuff like that throughout the movie. Instead, they tried to stay as close to the comic as they could, except for the ending(?!?) and the characters(?!) Nothing important. They left out my favorite line in the book ("Does the human heart know chasms so abysmal?") even though the scene was in the film and had new lines. Why? Because in the film, Dr. Manhattan figures he should mettle in the affairs of men once again because deep down he loves Ms. Juspeczyk. Silly sucka.
And what's up with Veidt being 25 years old? And evil? And friends with Manhattan? The ending was lame. The actions scenes were longer than they should have been. Same with the babymakan scenes. I think I would have liked the movie if I hadn't read the comic.
I think the director took a Rorschach approach to making the film: Black or white, good or evil. Rorschach isn't an artist, dude. Show us, don't tell us.
Oh well.
I'm almost twenty years old, and I still haven't caught a shiny Pokemon.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
pity this busy monster, manunkind,
pity this busy monster, manunkind,
not. Progress is a comfortable disease:
your victim (death and life safely beyond)
plays with the bigness of his littleness
--- electrons deify one razorblade
into a mountainrange; lenses extend
unwish through curving wherewhen till unwish
returns on its unself.
A world of made
is not a world of born --- pity poor flesh
and trees, poor stars and stones, but never this
fine specimen of hypermagical
ultraomnipotence. We doctors know
a hopeless case if --- listen: there's a hell
of a good universe next door; let's go
ee cummings
not. Progress is a comfortable disease:
your victim (death and life safely beyond)
plays with the bigness of his littleness
--- electrons deify one razorblade
into a mountainrange; lenses extend
unwish through curving wherewhen till unwish
returns on its unself.
A world of made
is not a world of born --- pity poor flesh
and trees, poor stars and stones, but never this
fine specimen of hypermagical
ultraomnipotence. We doctors know
a hopeless case if --- listen: there's a hell
of a good universe next door; let's go
ee cummings
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Glockenspiel
The glockenspiel (German, "set of bells" or "play-[of-]bells", also known as orchestra bells and, in its portable form, bell lira or bell lyre) is a musical instrument in the percussion family and orchestra is the gayest thing in the whole world.
Source: Wikipedia
Emoticon Studies
٩๏̯͡๏)۶ : (1) A show of frustration and/or helplessness by manner of raising of hands and arms; (2) A cry for mercy, possibly to a benevolent deity.
Professor:Wikipedia is an unreliable source. It should not be cited in any academic paper.
Student: ٩๏̯͡๏)۶
Source: Wikipedia
Emoticon Studies
٩๏̯͡๏)۶ : (1) A show of frustration and/or helplessness by manner of raising of hands and arms; (2) A cry for mercy, possibly to a benevolent deity.
Professor:Wikipedia is an unreliable source. It should not be cited in any academic paper.
Student: ٩๏̯͡๏)۶
Saturday, February 21, 2009
From "The Guts Effect"
"A book is cheap to print and bind. A book is as private and consensual as sex. A book takes time and effort to consume-something that gives a reader every chance to walk away. Actually, so few people make the effort to read that it's difficult to call books a "mass medium." No one really gives a damn about books. No one has bothered to ban a book in decades."
-Chuck Palahniuk.
-Chuck Palahniuk.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Morning After Anthem
"Never again."
I like having life lessons fill my head until it hurts. But I hate how it feels.
I'm one night older and one morning wiser.
Never again.
Never again.
Never again.
I like having life lessons fill my head until it hurts. But I hate how it feels.
I'm one night older and one morning wiser.
Never again.
Never again.
Never again.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
The other one is a "Madonna and Child"-style shirt with Leia and R2D2.
I wanted to buy the Jedi Academy sweater from Disneyland but they discontinued it. It's not even on eBay.
I spent a total of $0.00 there today. No parking fees, no entrance, no food, nothing.
That makes it two Star Wars clothing items I want but can't find.
I should have bought the sweater then and I should have written down the website where that guy found the shirt.
Lesson learned. I'm gonna go buy some shoes.
I spent a total of $0.00 there today. No parking fees, no entrance, no food, nothing.
That makes it two Star Wars clothing items I want but can't find.
I should have bought the sweater then and I should have written down the website where that guy found the shirt.
Lesson learned. I'm gonna go buy some shoes.
Friday, February 6, 2009
DUI in Samaria.
Wow. I was driving home about an hour ago and I saw this guy stopped right before an intersection. I heard him yelling something and I asked if he needed help. I'm still not sure what he said back, but right then I was certain that he was wasted. I parked my car and went over to help him push the car. He kept saying he was fucked and that he didn't want a DUI. I noticed that his two left wheels were flat and that his air bags had deployed. He never told me what happened.
We tried to push it anyway, but the rain made the street too slippery to get any decent footing while trying to move the car. Just as we were getting ready to change the a tire to make it easier to move, a woman noticed us and offered to help. I thought she was had something to tow it or something like that, but surprisingly she said she would move the car out of the road by to pushing it with hers.
We were able to leave it in a decent enough parking position after 20 minutes or so of pushing the car around. Her car had a few scratches and a bump, but his looked completely beat up. He was happy enough he didn't get a DUI. I offered to take him home because he couldn't get a hold of anybody, but his girlfriend picked him up a few minutes after we got the car "parked."
He gave the woman with the truck some money and let me keep the sideview mirror that broke off during the move. I didn't do much except facilitate communication between the two cars and direct the drunk guy, but I was glad to have been able to do at least that.
I told him to please be careful next time before he left. His car was wrecked and I could see he felt awful about it. I'm not sure if that was a big enough deterrent to stop him from ever driving drunk again, but I hope so. I understand why some would argue the best possible course of action would have been to report the car to the police and let him face the consequences since he was acting irresponsibly, but that's just not me.
We tried to push it anyway, but the rain made the street too slippery to get any decent footing while trying to move the car. Just as we were getting ready to change the a tire to make it easier to move, a woman noticed us and offered to help. I thought she was had something to tow it or something like that, but surprisingly she said she would move the car out of the road by to pushing it with hers.
We were able to leave it in a decent enough parking position after 20 minutes or so of pushing the car around. Her car had a few scratches and a bump, but his looked completely beat up. He was happy enough he didn't get a DUI. I offered to take him home because he couldn't get a hold of anybody, but his girlfriend picked him up a few minutes after we got the car "parked."
He gave the woman with the truck some money and let me keep the sideview mirror that broke off during the move. I didn't do much except facilitate communication between the two cars and direct the drunk guy, but I was glad to have been able to do at least that.
I told him to please be careful next time before he left. His car was wrecked and I could see he felt awful about it. I'm not sure if that was a big enough deterrent to stop him from ever driving drunk again, but I hope so. I understand why some would argue the best possible course of action would have been to report the car to the police and let him face the consequences since he was acting irresponsibly, but that's just not me.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Not a bawfest.
What is wasted time?
I feel like I waste my time a lot. That I'm wasting my youth.
Does a day behind a computer screen and books count as thrown away? Is a day of unproductive vagrancy not wasted? Who decides what time is wasted and what isn't?
I don't know. I don't think there is such a thing as wasted time.
No time is worthless--Time always acts to benefit or detriment.
With introspection, one may find that a certain period of time could have been spent working towards a more desirable benefit, but that doesn't detract from the value of the time already spent. Without this "wasted time", one may never have come to the realization that time was ever wasted.
One can only come to the conclusion of having wasted time in retrospect, which already renders any judgment subjective.
Then again, all this rests on the assumption that there isn't an ultimate goal in an individual's life.
Yiiikes.
Friday, January 30, 2009
Unbelievable
I had never gone to the Haunted Forest. The first time I heard about it I couldn't wait to go, but that was over four years ago. There were some cops around when we there so I was a little apprehensive about hanging around the entrance until they went away. After wandering around in the dark for a while we decided to follow the trail going to the highest point. In all honesty, I was a bit beside myself whenever we'd hear people or animals in the brush. The place is unnerving, but that's probably just because of all the Klan stories. Apparently Thursday is cross burning night, at least according to Jassiel. The climb top was pretty steep, but the view was definitely worth it. We could see all the way to LA from there. It was an unexpected treat to see how the cities shimmer at night.
We didn't go past a certain point because of "mountain lion tracks," and at that point we were ready to believe just about anything. We kept looking around and scaring each other for a while but then someone started throwing bottles, so that seemed like as good a time as any to go.
Of course, we went to Gravity Hill afterwards. I don't know exactly how or why but the car was rolling up the hill by itself. I wish I'd brought baby powder along.
We went to the roof of my old middle school to close the night. I can't believe I had let it be so long without going back there, either.
I took some pictures of the mountain lion tracks and of the cityscape but they don't do any justice to the view.
There was a severed head of a Santa Teddy bear impaled on the gate at the main entrance.
At least the Klansmen did a good job of decorating the place.
We didn't go past a certain point because of "mountain lion tracks," and at that point we were ready to believe just about anything. We kept looking around and scaring each other for a while but then someone started throwing bottles, so that seemed like as good a time as any to go.
Of course, we went to Gravity Hill afterwards. I don't know exactly how or why but the car was rolling up the hill by itself. I wish I'd brought baby powder along.
We went to the roof of my old middle school to close the night. I can't believe I had let it be so long without going back there, either.
I took some pictures of the mountain lion tracks and of the cityscape but they don't do any justice to the view.
There was a severed head of a Santa Teddy bear impaled on the gate at the main entrance.
At least the Klansmen did a good job of decorating the place.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
（ '_ゝ'）
It's midnight and I'm doing the same thing I've been doing weekday nights at this time for the past two years or so. Drinking from a big cup of water, half watching TV, finishing up homework, and contemplating whether or not I should play a round of DotA.
Haha.
I don't know how to feel about these habits of mine.
Haha.
I don't know how to feel about these habits of mine.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Procrastination.
Some of the best times I've ever had have been misspent. Squandered.
Deadlines make time fly by. It's probably because it makes it more valuable than free time. A non-renewable resource. I have a couple of papers due tomorrow, and even though I started writing at 1:00, it's 7:00 and I've written two pages. I did manage to go to the supermarket, make brownies, talk to my grandma about the war and indigo children, call a friend and talk about non-rhyming poetry and the non-merits of DUI. Something about diverted attention makes my days better.
I'm gonna go watch TV.
Deadlines make time fly by. It's probably because it makes it more valuable than free time. A non-renewable resource. I have a couple of papers due tomorrow, and even though I started writing at 1:00, it's 7:00 and I've written two pages. I did manage to go to the supermarket, make brownies, talk to my grandma about the war and indigo children, call a friend and talk about non-rhyming poetry and the non-merits of DUI. Something about diverted attention makes my days better.
I'm gonna go watch TV.
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