Tuesday, August 31, 2004

i want to live my life over and be a hunter! no, i haven't been watching too much anime =P i just mean... too many people and too "leisurely" a life, you know? agression has to go somewhere... lots of it, too... it's what i use to fuel most everything, school included. It's not a very stable fuel though; stupid happiness/serenity always comes in to interject. BUT! that's the way human society wanted to form itself (naturally), encouraging security and safety to be topmost priority along with a stable (but now much more than ample) food supply.

And if you can gorge yourself while you can, why wouldn't you? It's what animals do.

soo...i guess... it's not human error, that stupidity... serving ourselves past necesity, way beyond hedonistic desires, to the point of habit and dullness... it's just human error to ignore the amount of waste being created.

just . ha.

ANYWAY, where was i starting from? right! a hunter! and die at 14 from being clumsy or something. not running fast enough. i can see myself doing that. i think i would be much happier.

yes, i'm vague, and also too lazy to cut and paste this into my other blog.
hmm. Advice worth paying mind, but written in a way that makes me want to swear at the author. Bet this one's voting for Bush.

... don't remember a madding crowd searching for save-the-spotted-owl careers.

Thursday, August 19, 2004

http://www.o25o.com/ - go to the colour project
I very much like brown, blue, green, yellow, orange, and red.

Monday, August 09, 2004

i decided to try writing something andrew-style. i'm not quite there yet. not even close. (andrew uses much more and much higher quality imagery... and randomness).

if it is ART

we are all trying to find depth
any depth
just some depth, anywhere
thus we create
because, if we're able to create well, we're deep, right?
create new rivulets of thought
new stimulations of emotion
or perhaps re-invent ideas already invented
understanding abstractions hardly understood

why depth?
so you know you're real
not just a fetus born from society's fetus
aren't we all fetuses?
then someone comes and pulls the emotions out
like the tides! it's gravitational, literally
and then i decide

why do i decide then
that I'M REAL?

is it that you make me feel deep?

'course. you've found a depth i never knew i had.

even when i was probing.
into me.
satisfying, yet never satisfied.

only imagined.
and in my imaginings, it wasn't the same.
silly life.

then it is SCIENCE.

to better understanding!
What happened to voting for a candidate in which we believe? At any rate, 'tis an interesting site.

I found this "About the Author" section in the back of Isaac Asimov's The Robots of Dawn:

"Isaac Asimov was born in the Soviet Union to his great surprise. He moved quickly to correct the situation. When his parents emigrated to the United States, Isaac (three years old at the time) stowed away in their baggage. He has been an American citizen since the age of eight.

"Brought up in Brooklyn, and educated in its public schools, he eventually found his way to Columbia University and, over the protests of the school administration, managed to annex a series of degrees in chemistry, up to and including a Ph.D. He then infiltrated Boston University and climbed the academic ladder, ignoring all cries of outrage, until he found himself Professor of Biochemistry.

"Meanwhile, at the age of nine, he found the love of his life (in the inanimate sense) when he discovered his first science-fiction magazine. By the time he was eleven, he began to write stories, and at eighteen, he actually worked up the nerve to submit one. It was rejected. After four long months of tribulation and suffering, he sold his first story and, thereafter, he never looked back.

"In 1941, when he was twenty-one years old, he wrote the classic short story 'Nightfall' and his future was assured. Shortly before that he had begun writing his robot stories, and shortly after that he had begun his Foundation series.

"What was left except quantity? At the present time, he has published over 260 books, distributed through every major division of the Dewey system of library classification, and shows no signs of slowing up. He remains as youthful, as lively, and as lovable as ever, and grows more handsome with each year. You can be sure that this is so since he has written this little essay himself and his devotion to absolute objectivity is notorious.

"He is married to Janet Jeppson, psychiatrist and writer, has two children by a previous marriage, and lives in New York City."

Publisher: Ballantine Books, New York. Copyright 1983.