For one rotation of the earth around the sun, it takes approximately 365 day/night cycles and an extra 6ish hours give or take if the earth's been experiencing more or less earthquakes/volcanoes/other seismic activity.
And so once every 4 years it was decreed that humans on planet earth would get smacked with an extra day on the shortest month of the year. (And as such anyone who gets born on this day technically only has 1 birthday every 4 years)
Now of course all of this should be common knowledge. So why am I bringing it up/why am I bothering to talk about it? I don't really have a reason. You see I'm just at my laptop at the moment typing away because there is a gathering of Asian people downstairs. I don't care to interact with them and considering I spent a good part of the afternoon cleaning because of said people; I don't feel obligated in the slightest in joining in any part of the conversation.
Anyway I'm getting ever closer to finishing of the publication of my pictures from my trip to San Jose. I had to search for the proper tags and ask permission for a few of them but for the most part I think it worked out for my interests.
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
02/28/12 吃苦
In case your computer isn't rendering the characters, the Chinese characters translate to eat bitterness. It's a proverbial phrase that's supposed to mean something special obviously. Which isn't to say that the world is that much better or worse just because I'm coming up with wordings to use.
Instead I'll consider this a phrase that will make meaning to my present day. At the present my life isn't all that great. It's a chain of repetitive motions and generally hating things that are presently happening. It's one of those mind boggling statuses and mind processes.
I'm not saying I'm not to blame. I'm quite to blame for a lot of the shit to work.
Which of course is to rationally make sense that I then am the solution if I was at first the issue.
And I do believe I have a cure for it all. I have to suck up through the pains and trauma and be myself.
In that respect I'm going to try and get into grad school again. Just a MBA. It'll help me down the road no? I'll have ample time to volunteer some more, join various student organizations, get a student job again (maybe I'll be an RA this time around and be awesome and be like LETS TALK ABOUT OUR FEELINGS!)
My biggest wish is that UCF will accept me. It'll give a chance to live closer to my friends in the area, and get into a school that is not only accredited, but generally quite awesome. I'm going to rewrite my life in believable lies if I have to, to make this work.
Instead I'll consider this a phrase that will make meaning to my present day. At the present my life isn't all that great. It's a chain of repetitive motions and generally hating things that are presently happening. It's one of those mind boggling statuses and mind processes.
I'm not saying I'm not to blame. I'm quite to blame for a lot of the shit to work.
Which of course is to rationally make sense that I then am the solution if I was at first the issue.
And I do believe I have a cure for it all. I have to suck up through the pains and trauma and be myself.
In that respect I'm going to try and get into grad school again. Just a MBA. It'll help me down the road no? I'll have ample time to volunteer some more, join various student organizations, get a student job again (maybe I'll be an RA this time around and be awesome and be like LETS TALK ABOUT OUR FEELINGS!)
My biggest wish is that UCF will accept me. It'll give a chance to live closer to my friends in the area, and get into a school that is not only accredited, but generally quite awesome. I'm going to rewrite my life in believable lies if I have to, to make this work.
Monday, February 27, 2012
02/27/12 Celine's Birthday
One of my dearest confidants: Celine will have her 23rd at the end of the week. And here's me on the other seaboard coast waiting and thinking that the world is going to end if I can't get her birthday gift to her in time.
For at the present I have in mind a lovely woot T-shirt for the kitty enthusiast. Now the main issue with the matter is that Celine's waist and breast proportions may not always fit the shirt in mind. Which of course comes to the conundrum of hoping that W:M will be the proper size as sending a T-shirt that doesn't fit the person is as good as not sending a birthday gift at all :/
And so... Here's me hoping the gift: 1. Gets sent to the correct address. 2. Arrives on or before her birthday. AND 3. Fits properly once it's safely arrived at the destination.
Granted I'm thinking Woot is actually situated in California... SO! It should be just down the road from her or something like that. And with any luck it'll arrive Thursday or Friday ish. She'll open the package from me and be like *awesome gift!* And then I'll feel content in knowing that my friend is satisfied with the gift that I couldn't decide on getting her at the time and now is hoping she indeed loves as much as I originally planned!
*breathes*
Indeed. Also Akgheyote - Pronounced a - kgh - yo - t. Obviously the kgh is hard to understand in pronounciation. It's something between a hard K and a gh sound. Sorta reminding me of how the Spanish pronounce que. In which case it's interesting no?
Also Blizzard gave me a royal F-U in saying I didn't get the job I wanted :(
For at the present I have in mind a lovely woot T-shirt for the kitty enthusiast. Now the main issue with the matter is that Celine's waist and breast proportions may not always fit the shirt in mind. Which of course comes to the conundrum of hoping that W:M will be the proper size as sending a T-shirt that doesn't fit the person is as good as not sending a birthday gift at all :/
And so... Here's me hoping the gift: 1. Gets sent to the correct address. 2. Arrives on or before her birthday. AND 3. Fits properly once it's safely arrived at the destination.
Granted I'm thinking Woot is actually situated in California... SO! It should be just down the road from her or something like that. And with any luck it'll arrive Thursday or Friday ish. She'll open the package from me and be like *awesome gift!* And then I'll feel content in knowing that my friend is satisfied with the gift that I couldn't decide on getting her at the time and now is hoping she indeed loves as much as I originally planned!
*breathes*
Indeed. Also Akgheyote - Pronounced a - kgh - yo - t. Obviously the kgh is hard to understand in pronounciation. It's something between a hard K and a gh sound. Sorta reminding me of how the Spanish pronounce que. In which case it's interesting no?
Also Blizzard gave me a royal F-U in saying I didn't get the job I wanted :(
Sunday, February 26, 2012
02/26/12 Less Love, More Hate
Is my life. Got rudely awoken from the dream world where I must have been saving the known universe from one calamity or another as I normally do. I want to go back to that blissful dream state way back in the dream realm and stay there for just a bit longer. Sit there and ponder the greater things about this planet and of other things that are and can be said.
That is to say I need to sleep more.
Tonight's the Oscars. I haven't watched enough Movies to have a vested interest in anything though :/ Good Night soon.
That is to say I need to sleep more.
Tonight's the Oscars. I haven't watched enough Movies to have a vested interest in anything though :/ Good Night soon.
Saturday, February 25, 2012
02/25/12 Short Post
Not much happened today, made a pretty kickass breakfast.
I'm about to take a nap because head is tired and mind is weak. Other than that I have no comment to say to you!
Though one of the people I have a romantic attraction to is semi-reciprocating the interest.
But enough of that. I'm off to Morpheus' realm. Wonder if he'll be kind to me in the hours of darkness.
I'm about to take a nap because head is tired and mind is weak. Other than that I have no comment to say to you!
Though one of the people I have a romantic attraction to is semi-reciprocating the interest.
But enough of that. I'm off to Morpheus' realm. Wonder if he'll be kind to me in the hours of darkness.
Friday, February 24, 2012
02/24/12 Pre-planning
So among other things that I don't normally do, I'm blogging before my evening walk tonight.
And while I do still plan on getting off my fat ass and "exercising" by walking the lap around the neighborhood (all 3.5 miles of it), I'm putting them off for just a little for 2 reasons.
The first being my Zune and phone are both quite parched for electricity. And so I have them plugged in at the moment and hoping they'll charge quickly.
The second reason is that tonight is supposed to be the end of the world as we know it (it's going to thunderstorm supposedly). I don't own an umbrella and so I don't think I'd like to risk my sanity and my health by walking into that clusterfuck waiting to happen.
Oh and this picture totally happened today. I should have made a video of it :(That would have given me 15 minutes of internet stardom!
And while I do still plan on getting off my fat ass and "exercising" by walking the lap around the neighborhood (all 3.5 miles of it), I'm putting them off for just a little for 2 reasons.
The first being my Zune and phone are both quite parched for electricity. And so I have them plugged in at the moment and hoping they'll charge quickly.
The second reason is that tonight is supposed to be the end of the world as we know it (it's going to thunderstorm supposedly). I don't own an umbrella and so I don't think I'd like to risk my sanity and my health by walking into that clusterfuck waiting to happen.
Thursday, February 23, 2012
02/23/12 STUFF
No Stuff didn't have to be in caps. No I didn't have to be obscure like that. And No I don't have any enlightening information for you.
Rather today and tonight have been one in the same. It began with a wet and somewhat dreary day. This morning the rain pelted my window and the wind howled and rolled bending the nether ever so as it's confluxes changed.
I've been waking up from dream states with visible bruising on my arms and legs. For this I'm quite serious. There are yellow bruises on my right arm. And I honestly have no clue what the hell I've been thrashing around about in my sleep to produce such markings. Of course I could just be over thinking it and it's just a play of the light.
I guess I'll get some bandages and cover them up.
Rather today and tonight have been one in the same. It began with a wet and somewhat dreary day. This morning the rain pelted my window and the wind howled and rolled bending the nether ever so as it's confluxes changed.
I've been waking up from dream states with visible bruising on my arms and legs. For this I'm quite serious. There are yellow bruises on my right arm. And I honestly have no clue what the hell I've been thrashing around about in my sleep to produce such markings. Of course I could just be over thinking it and it's just a play of the light.
I guess I'll get some bandages and cover them up.
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
02/22/12 Legos
No I haven't devolved to a previous state at which time I suddenly felt like playing with legos again. Rather the issue on hand here is the fact that my laptop was running slower than usual and my SpeedFan program was warning me of unsafe GPU, HD and Core temperatures.
Like a crazy person I thought I should actually overheat my laptop in an attempt for some of the backup fans to kick in.
Rather I wised up and dug out an old screwdriver. Fiddling for 10 minutes at uberly small screws I finally was able to pop off the lid of my laptop. FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER!
Note that I'm still quite cautious about the whole thing as I worry that I might void my warranty somehow. (I'd rather not since I payed for the extended 3 year package, It was like an extra $300 but I have a feeling this girl will be with me for a long long time).
ANYWAY! back to the story on hand, already in progress. I undid the screws for the fan leading to my GPU and found a literal brick of dust and hair. :/ And I mean this thing was the size of a lego and nearly as thick. I literally pealed that thing off the vent of the fan! It must have been at least a quarter inch thick and reminded me intensely of one of those 4x2 board brick legos. Minus the hollow inside and the circular ridges and what not else.
Moving along I tried to pop out the other fan but found that it was securely in place and not in the mood to move out of it's designated location. I was thusly forced to settle with it being where it was and move on with my day. As soon as I turned my laptop back on I could immediately notice a difference in performance with graphics based applications. No blaring fans this evening!
Even more exciting, I realized that my FPS rose back to last years levels :)
And though my victory may yet be short-lived, I can revel in it's general awesomeness.
Like a crazy person I thought I should actually overheat my laptop in an attempt for some of the backup fans to kick in.
Rather I wised up and dug out an old screwdriver. Fiddling for 10 minutes at uberly small screws I finally was able to pop off the lid of my laptop. FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER!
Note that I'm still quite cautious about the whole thing as I worry that I might void my warranty somehow. (I'd rather not since I payed for the extended 3 year package, It was like an extra $300 but I have a feeling this girl will be with me for a long long time).
ANYWAY! back to the story on hand, already in progress. I undid the screws for the fan leading to my GPU and found a literal brick of dust and hair. :/ And I mean this thing was the size of a lego and nearly as thick. I literally pealed that thing off the vent of the fan! It must have been at least a quarter inch thick and reminded me intensely of one of those 4x2 board brick legos. Minus the hollow inside and the circular ridges and what not else.
Moving along I tried to pop out the other fan but found that it was securely in place and not in the mood to move out of it's designated location. I was thusly forced to settle with it being where it was and move on with my day. As soon as I turned my laptop back on I could immediately notice a difference in performance with graphics based applications. No blaring fans this evening!
Even more exciting, I realized that my FPS rose back to last years levels :)
And though my victory may yet be short-lived, I can revel in it's general awesomeness.
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
02/21/12 Oh lookie there
Well no. There's nothing to look at.
In other news I'm still alive. And as I let my mind wander off into the night. Following the haze of the darkness my mind spawned things that I could only assume are nothing more than imagination. And imagination is a dangerous thing. Because mine spawned a rabid beast. A literal being of darkness, of disease. And my mind ran me through the scenario of it's attack. How it crouched in the bushes and smelled me on the night breeze. How it waited for me to move my hand towards the free hanging leaves. Of how it lunged and impacted. It's canines digging deep into my hand. Blood red eyes reflecting the light from the lamp. My own vitality spurting as the mongrel's teeth shredded through the skin, cutting into the muscle, vivisecting my blood vessels.
Realistically I should be in shock. Scared. Angry. Stunned. Screaming in pain. But in that fake memory I kick the beast away with such force that one of it's teeth break off and bounce across the pavement. It sparkles like a gem in the darkness. And then next I'm in a hospital. The doctors took saliva and blood samples from the tooth. I've got rabies. I'm dying. Dying. dying. Not dead of course. Just dying. And I'm there with my bandaged hand. Texting with my left hand. Struggling to type and keep sane.
That's my mind for you. Granted if it did happen I'd be screaming and slamming my phone into the creature's head probably. And thusly not dealing with a tooth being able to be extracted so easily.
In other news I'm still alive. And as I let my mind wander off into the night. Following the haze of the darkness my mind spawned things that I could only assume are nothing more than imagination. And imagination is a dangerous thing. Because mine spawned a rabid beast. A literal being of darkness, of disease. And my mind ran me through the scenario of it's attack. How it crouched in the bushes and smelled me on the night breeze. How it waited for me to move my hand towards the free hanging leaves. Of how it lunged and impacted. It's canines digging deep into my hand. Blood red eyes reflecting the light from the lamp. My own vitality spurting as the mongrel's teeth shredded through the skin, cutting into the muscle, vivisecting my blood vessels.
Realistically I should be in shock. Scared. Angry. Stunned. Screaming in pain. But in that fake memory I kick the beast away with such force that one of it's teeth break off and bounce across the pavement. It sparkles like a gem in the darkness. And then next I'm in a hospital. The doctors took saliva and blood samples from the tooth. I've got rabies. I'm dying. Dying. dying. Not dead of course. Just dying. And I'm there with my bandaged hand. Texting with my left hand. Struggling to type and keep sane.
That's my mind for you. Granted if it did happen I'd be screaming and slamming my phone into the creature's head probably. And thusly not dealing with a tooth being able to be extracted so easily.
Monday, February 20, 2012
02/20/12 Alice
Just as a note the title of today's blog entry references the infamous Lewis Carrol creation rather than say a real Alice or what not else.
This of course spurs from the fact that I have a copy of Master Carrol's epic stories to my right.
Today has been mostly blah of the blah nature and of the blah continuous mind set/frame. For you see I got drunk last night. And it was not fun. No sirs and madams I do not intend to duplicate the effects of that again. For you see it's not a fun feeling. I was chatting with a friend and as I realized it my words began bouncing together. And then as the conversations and words progressed deeper down the rabbit hole I was whimsical and lost and sounded like shit.
I don't plan to be drinking anytime soon. Yes I have to reiterate that to myself. Because though many of my friends are likely to offer me something in the near to distant future. I'm going to turn them down quite vehemently. I hate shitty wines. And I must realize that investing a few more dollars in for a bottle that actually tastes good.
On an unrelated note. Greasy foods taste good. Shrimps when stir-fried taste better with a generous addage of chicken stock. A deliciousness only possible from the marriage of shrimp oils and garlic/ginger/scallions. DELICIOUSNESS!
Anyway fought a hangover headache. Alive. Doing well. Have food planned for tomorrow. Blogged tonight. Winning!
This of course spurs from the fact that I have a copy of Master Carrol's epic stories to my right.
Today has been mostly blah of the blah nature and of the blah continuous mind set/frame. For you see I got drunk last night. And it was not fun. No sirs and madams I do not intend to duplicate the effects of that again. For you see it's not a fun feeling. I was chatting with a friend and as I realized it my words began bouncing together. And then as the conversations and words progressed deeper down the rabbit hole I was whimsical and lost and sounded like shit.
I don't plan to be drinking anytime soon. Yes I have to reiterate that to myself. Because though many of my friends are likely to offer me something in the near to distant future. I'm going to turn them down quite vehemently. I hate shitty wines. And I must realize that investing a few more dollars in for a bottle that actually tastes good.
On an unrelated note. Greasy foods taste good. Shrimps when stir-fried taste better with a generous addage of chicken stock. A deliciousness only possible from the marriage of shrimp oils and garlic/ginger/scallions. DELICIOUSNESS!
Anyway fought a hangover headache. Alive. Doing well. Have food planned for tomorrow. Blogged tonight. Winning!
Sunday, February 19, 2012
02/19/12 Control
My name doesn't matter. My virtue does. Because no matter what I choose to call myself online or off, in person or behind your back; in the end my personality stays the same.
My virtue of course is control. Self-Control, Control over one's emotions, Control over how I compose myself. Control over my own destiny.
And no I'm not foolish enough to say that I have control over everything. That's a falsehood that not even I would dare conceive.
At the present moment I am eating frozen sugar dipped black berries (note I'm eating black berries because the raspberries give me a horrible case of hives :( )
They're making this bottle of Sauvignon Blanc tolerable.
For you see at this moment, this very moment. I am trying to get drunk. It's not working very well of course. For even now I have composure. Well not for long.
The alcohol is slipping into me. Each teacup of this wine that I sip and down slowly but surely slips me into the state of inebration that I can only assume is the state of drunkeness.
But of course the main question at this time as any is why am I getting drunk.
Motor functions deteriorating.
Yes I'm keeping track of it all.
This post is taking me several minutes to write as I continue to have qualms as to what I'm typing being what I mean to say.
That and I'm skype chatting with some good friends of mine. The same ones that are keeping me sane at the moment. Well it's kept me sane much of the night.
Oh god I'm having spurs of drunkness.
Oh god this wine is so nasty... Why am I drinking it.
My virtue of course is control. Self-Control, Control over one's emotions, Control over how I compose myself. Control over my own destiny.
And no I'm not foolish enough to say that I have control over everything. That's a falsehood that not even I would dare conceive.
At the present moment I am eating frozen sugar dipped black berries (note I'm eating black berries because the raspberries give me a horrible case of hives :( )
They're making this bottle of Sauvignon Blanc tolerable.
For you see at this moment, this very moment. I am trying to get drunk. It's not working very well of course. For even now I have composure. Well not for long.
The alcohol is slipping into me. Each teacup of this wine that I sip and down slowly but surely slips me into the state of inebration that I can only assume is the state of drunkeness.
But of course the main question at this time as any is why am I getting drunk.
Motor functions deteriorating.
Yes I'm keeping track of it all.
This post is taking me several minutes to write as I continue to have qualms as to what I'm typing being what I mean to say.
That and I'm skype chatting with some good friends of mine. The same ones that are keeping me sane at the moment. Well it's kept me sane much of the night.
Oh god I'm having spurs of drunkness.
Oh god this wine is so nasty... Why am I drinking it.
Saturday, February 18, 2012
02/18/12 Troubled Midnights
Troubled Midnights,
Each day is but a blessing.
To those who's heart may wish to hear;
Each night is but a dream.
For you and your dears.
But sorry kept and memories reliquished,
Do forever bind.
That midnight be the hour!
For my troubles to revive.
Each day is but a blessing.
To those who's heart may wish to hear;
Each night is but a dream.
For you and your dears.
But sorry kept and memories reliquished,
Do forever bind.
That midnight be the hour!
For my troubles to revive.
Friday, February 17, 2012
02/17/12 Blisters
So for once I'm going to post my blog entry on time! MUAHAHAHAHA!
Which isn't to say that I've never done it on time in the past. Nor is it to say that I have been scheming a horrible plan to type something last minute and actually seem like I'm doing something productive with my blogging endeavors.
Anyway the title of my blog entry tonight is about the hideous bubbles of skin and fluid that have appeared on the backs of my feet. For you see the continued friction from wearing improperly sized shoes (I have wide feet and as such can't fit into shoes that are normally designated for my feet; oh and my right foot is 1/2 size larger than my left. Which accordingly causes me much discomfort as I attempt to settle issues as well as concede my mind's situations.
But yeah I'll probably just pop them, carefully rip the excess skin off, neosporan and pop a skin fitting bandaid on it. After which, I can only hope for the best... Right?
On an unrelated note, found my $2 bag of lavender again. Yes indeed I bought a small bag of the stuff way back in the day... Like seriously way back if it was only $2.00... Anyway lovely floral aroma with hints of sweetness and what I must assume is the dried nectar within the buds.
I mixed a small spoonful with some of Teavana's Dragonwell tea (not that pricey but still more than I would have otherwise paid for it). The resulting mixture was quite delicious. A lovely smoked amber color, scented of lavender flowers, with an afternote of something a bit earthy. Anyway I've noted that I enjoyed the 3rd pot of tea the most.
The flavor of this mix can be described as tolerably bitter with an enjoyable sweetness from the flowers. The after taste didn't linger long. To mainly note the flavor of the tea leaves is most pronounced after letting the tea sit on one's tongue for a few minutes, the microflavors and soft delicate textures from within the tea must be allowed to seep out of leaves in order to give a true flavor.
That being said the first pot of tea should be disposed of. While safe to drink this pot has the dust particles that have collected on the outside of the leaves and petals of the flowers.
The second pot has had time to soften the ingredients and it should be noted that the flavor is quite delicious at this time when the flavor of the tea leaves should be strongest. It's only in the third pot however that the volatile oils within the lavendar have had enough times to brew and infuse the tea. Mmm, just thinking of it makes me wish I had another pot going but sadly this past the righteous hour to have a good cup of tea. It's not sensible to infuse oneself with such a brew mixture at the present.
Calming and delicious hm... So I guess this post really isn't about blisters anymore since I seem to be significantly more interested in tea...
Which isn't to say that I've never done it on time in the past. Nor is it to say that I have been scheming a horrible plan to type something last minute and actually seem like I'm doing something productive with my blogging endeavors.
Anyway the title of my blog entry tonight is about the hideous bubbles of skin and fluid that have appeared on the backs of my feet. For you see the continued friction from wearing improperly sized shoes (I have wide feet and as such can't fit into shoes that are normally designated for my feet; oh and my right foot is 1/2 size larger than my left. Which accordingly causes me much discomfort as I attempt to settle issues as well as concede my mind's situations.
But yeah I'll probably just pop them, carefully rip the excess skin off, neosporan and pop a skin fitting bandaid on it. After which, I can only hope for the best... Right?
On an unrelated note, found my $2 bag of lavender again. Yes indeed I bought a small bag of the stuff way back in the day... Like seriously way back if it was only $2.00... Anyway lovely floral aroma with hints of sweetness and what I must assume is the dried nectar within the buds.
I mixed a small spoonful with some of Teavana's Dragonwell tea (not that pricey but still more than I would have otherwise paid for it). The resulting mixture was quite delicious. A lovely smoked amber color, scented of lavender flowers, with an afternote of something a bit earthy. Anyway I've noted that I enjoyed the 3rd pot of tea the most.
The flavor of this mix can be described as tolerably bitter with an enjoyable sweetness from the flowers. The after taste didn't linger long. To mainly note the flavor of the tea leaves is most pronounced after letting the tea sit on one's tongue for a few minutes, the microflavors and soft delicate textures from within the tea must be allowed to seep out of leaves in order to give a true flavor.
That being said the first pot of tea should be disposed of. While safe to drink this pot has the dust particles that have collected on the outside of the leaves and petals of the flowers.
The second pot has had time to soften the ingredients and it should be noted that the flavor is quite delicious at this time when the flavor of the tea leaves should be strongest. It's only in the third pot however that the volatile oils within the lavendar have had enough times to brew and infuse the tea. Mmm, just thinking of it makes me wish I had another pot going but sadly this past the righteous hour to have a good cup of tea. It's not sensible to infuse oneself with such a brew mixture at the present.
Calming and delicious hm... So I guess this post really isn't about blisters anymore since I seem to be significantly more interested in tea...
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
2/15/12 Sore Feet and Brisket.
The former part of this blog is a note as to the condition of my walking apparatuses at the current time. For you see, the palms of my feet trouble and ache and are in such dreaded pain at the present. Well it's better than I would suspect.
As for the latter. OH GOD THIS BRISKET IS GOOD.
Which is to say it was quite tasty.
And then other things...
So my friend Ed who works for Disney would like me to visit Epcot or Animal Kingdom and since he's a cast member he'll be able to get me in for free :) We're pre-emptively deciding places to try nomz at. And thus far I've decided if he is so intent on treating me to one of the nicer establishment, well I'll have to buy him a bottle of wine or something.
Maybe a tasty ice wine that we've both been thinking about.
Hm...
Hm...
Hm...
Sorry my mind's blanking out at the moment. But I'm writing aren't I?
As for the latter. OH GOD THIS BRISKET IS GOOD.
Which is to say it was quite tasty.
And then other things...
So my friend Ed who works for Disney would like me to visit Epcot or Animal Kingdom and since he's a cast member he'll be able to get me in for free :) We're pre-emptively deciding places to try nomz at. And thus far I've decided if he is so intent on treating me to one of the nicer establishment, well I'll have to buy him a bottle of wine or something.
Maybe a tasty ice wine that we've both been thinking about.
Hm...
Hm...
Hm...
Sorry my mind's blanking out at the moment. But I'm writing aren't I?
02/14/12 Saint Valentine
No sleep for the wicked, no rest for the damned,
I was going to write about it. And then I got in a conversation with a new friend of mine. Given how lengthy ended up being, I can't argue that I could have done better with the whole ordeal. Sadly I once again have fucked up my intended writing of a daily blog entry.
Nonetheless I had a Valentine this year! AND! I got a hand made card :) It means a lot to me. Mummy got a framed chinese character for serenity but the ungratefulness decided to leave it behind because it wasn't convenient for her to have. Not like I took the time to find and use my giftcard to buy it for her :/ As is life I suppose.
I was going to write about it. And then I got in a conversation with a new friend of mine. Given how lengthy ended up being, I can't argue that I could have done better with the whole ordeal. Sadly I once again have fucked up my intended writing of a daily blog entry.
Nonetheless I had a Valentine this year! AND! I got a hand made card :) It means a lot to me. Mummy got a framed chinese character for serenity but the ungratefulness decided to leave it behind because it wasn't convenient for her to have. Not like I took the time to find and use my giftcard to buy it for her :/ As is life I suppose.
Monday, February 13, 2012
02/13/12 Big Plans
It's the day before the festival of Saint Valentine.
And I'm mildly curious what he did to become a saint. And for that matter what he's the patron saint of. It must be something bizarre and exotic right? Like the one guy that got flayed. Or the other one... Or that one!
Ok so I don't really know much if anything about the patron saints of the Catholic religion. That is to say that I'm so grounded in my non-religious attitude that while I find learning random tidbits about other cultures, it can be rather disheartening much of the time to have to deal with the implications and other factors involving religion as a whole.
For that matter I would kinda like to know more about Saint Valentine. But I don't think I'll have the will power to get on Wikipedia at this moment to browse up random tidbits about it. Instead!
I'll probably wait till tomorrow for that and see what things happen and how it will be.
But yeah. I'm nomming on my favorite dish of scrabbled eggs cooked with tomatoes. Today's tomatoes are a bit on the sour side. and I scrabbled the eggs a bit too much. But they are seasoned perfectly and on a bed of rice, they truly are a delicious meal :)
And I'm mildly curious what he did to become a saint. And for that matter what he's the patron saint of. It must be something bizarre and exotic right? Like the one guy that got flayed. Or the other one... Or that one!
Ok so I don't really know much if anything about the patron saints of the Catholic religion. That is to say that I'm so grounded in my non-religious attitude that while I find learning random tidbits about other cultures, it can be rather disheartening much of the time to have to deal with the implications and other factors involving religion as a whole.
For that matter I would kinda like to know more about Saint Valentine. But I don't think I'll have the will power to get on Wikipedia at this moment to browse up random tidbits about it. Instead!
I'll probably wait till tomorrow for that and see what things happen and how it will be.
But yeah. I'm nomming on my favorite dish of scrabbled eggs cooked with tomatoes. Today's tomatoes are a bit on the sour side. and I scrabbled the eggs a bit too much. But they are seasoned perfectly and on a bed of rice, they truly are a delicious meal :)
Sunday, February 12, 2012
02/12/12
Oh look at the number of 2s in today's date. No it's really not that impressive. BUT! I just wanted to make note of that small nodule.
Anyway all in all semi-productive day.
I'm sipping on a cup of tea at the moment and wondering if I downed the rest of this bottle of ibuprofen if I'd die. And while yes this thought is both non-productive
Anyway all in all semi-productive day.
I'm sipping on a cup of tea at the moment and wondering if I downed the rest of this bottle of ibuprofen if I'd die. And while yes this thought is both non-productive
Saturday, February 11, 2012
02/11/12 Sore Legs
Today was a walk to remember.
It was moving forward step by step for 4 and a half fucking miles.
Which at the state of mind was supposed to be a 8->9 mile, 2 and a half hour walk. Which to most people is probably nothing. And I'm ok with this but the predecessor to the reason behind me walking such a distance, now that I can begroan upon the world my most sincere displeasure.
As it stands this morning I was awakened to the sound of my cat. Or was it something else? Whatever the case my cat is intricately involved in this as he was somewhere near my feet for much of the evening and was most displeased as I was awakening; as I had pulled the covers aside from which he was sleeping. He glared at me and meowed in the way that he does as if to show his contempt of being moved.
I awoke and showered, soaking my hair. And when I came out, it was brought to my attention that my mother had wanted to go to a softball game at which my younger brother was attending. As it goes, his boyscout troop were acting as honor guards for the anthem before a special needs softball game. Me having no plans at the time agreed to such an interaction agreed to go largely to increase my personal driving skills.
And for that part there was no issue. I grabbed my Horde jacket, and an apple and jumped in my mom's car and drove them to the field in the middle of nowhere. At arrival it was brought to my note that the game they had originally meant to attend was already in progress and that the tardy arrival was solely due to me :/ Well that's a jist of that. I went quiet and pocketed my resentment. Of course I could have voiced my opinion but that wouldn't have mattered now would it? So I just sat there and absorbed it all. Meh.
Give a bit longer. I decide to go for a walk. My mom says it's ok. I don't really have anything to do with either the special needs kids nor the boyscout troupe, but the area seems interesting (generally like exploring). It's a bit nippy and I offer my mom my jacket since she looks cold. She stubbornly refuses saying that her scarf is more than enough. I *sigh* to myself, pop the headphones in and walk off.
The grass is mostly dry beneath my feet. The area actually settled by people has a college townhouse feel to it all. I'm sitting there wondering about it all and decide nothing more. A few minutes later after walking around the retention pond I note that there isn't much to do and walk back to the field and game already in progress.
Oh look, mom isn't there. Like seriously SHE LEFT ME AND DROVE OFF... You know how in cartoons how when the characters suddenly realize something's missing by seeing a cheesy outline of the object blinking a few times and the obvious displacement of it? Well yeah that sort of thing happened to me.
Anyway I walk around, see that I have a missed call from my mom and message/call back several times. No response. I walk around the parking lot and oh look the car is seriously gone. I walk towards the crowd of parents/onlookers assuming my little brother is there. Nope. A black couple comes up to me and asks if I'm lost. Nope, my mom just drove off without me. They look puzzled and I just walk off.
At this point I have come to the assumption of 2 things. 1. As I can't find my younger brother. Something probably relating to him probably happened. Thusly she's expecting me to walk the 9 miles home because she's biked here before and though nippy, there is no inclement weather likely. 2. If I stay around too much longer, the simple fact that I'm the only Asian person there; the fact that I am a guy; and the fact that I am alone will probably get the parents riled up thinking that I'm a pedophile (no I'm not). Don't feel like having to explain to the cops why my mom isn't picking up her phone, nor do I feel like having to try and explain why mom left me there.
So at this time I'm like ok, *pulls out phone* Oh look it's a 9 mile walk home. Estimated travel time? 2 hours 18 minutes. The whole subsection is designed for rich white people (no I'm not lying the houses are like $300k+ for the basics and some of them seriously go into the million range), and the landscapers paved sidewalks on both sides of the road for much of the 9 miles out of the compound. Which I guess is a blessing of many sorts even though I don't have any water on me and my entire breakfast consisted of 1 fuji apple.
Having no reason to stay, I started walking. And thinking back on it. It was perfect weather to walk. Much of the route was shaddy and I pulled the hood on my jacket on to protect my ears from the wind. And so I walked. One mile then another. I listened to Dragostea Din Tei (numa numa), Crystal Kay stuff and playlists that I had created several years back. The songs were really a nice throw back to a past me. A calmer, less rational, more naive me. And I reveled in that memory. With it in mind, I kept walking, conjuring up magically un-realistic scenarios of things that I could do, or say and plans of leaving this place (with all the money that people offered to help me get out of here, I just need to set a date and pack to make it all happen, but being too rash on any situation is bad)
2 miles in I pass someone. They move to the other side of the sidewalk as if purposely avoiding me. I don't give a damn and let him. Runners tend to avoid me for whatever reason, and even in white neighborhoods, friendly smiles are few, greetings fewer. 4 and a half miles later and I hear honking. I turn and guess who I see.
Yep it's my mom.
So I get in and the first thing she says is: "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? I'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU FOR THE PAST HOUR!" I'm much calmer about the issue. I calmly state that I called her 3 times and texted her asking where you were. "MY PHONE DIED."
Yep this whole issue was because my mom is forgetful and refuses to keep a phone charger in the car. Apparently as the story goes on she didn't think it through and left me because she was cold and was too stubborn to accept my jacket. She had tried contacting me but her phone died. So instead of borrowing another parent's phone to call me on, she decided to drive off.
When we get home she tells me that she couldn't charge her phone because there was only one charger in the house for i____ products. At this point I'm just too pissed off to really give a damn anymore. BUT this is BS and I'll explain why. You see. My family (not me) owns 1 ipad, 2 ipod touches, and 2 iphones. BUT! They only have 1 charger for all 5 items. Someone else chime in with BULLSHIT please :)
Ah yes the reason why my mom abandoned me and didn't bother contacting me was because there was only 1 charger for all 5 apple products in the house and because she didn't have common sense enough to borrow a phone or charge hers. Oh that reminds me she still isn't charging her phone.
Most of this day has been ok otherwise. My cat is contently sitting on my legs. And I got my mom a cheap, but tasteful gift. It's below.
The character isn't perfect. The frame nice but not perfect either. Phonetically it's the character An. "An" in this sense can be part of "Anjin" or "pingan". The base form with the singular character can thusly be translated to somewhere around the lines of serenity, peace or tranquility. I know my mom doesn't have much to adorn her work desk, so I'm hoping this will add a nice touch. It's tasteful in the sense that chocolates would have been a waste (family doesn't appreciate good cocoa) and flowers would wither quickly. This gift, a Chinese character that I readily recognize works in that it gives a sense of space. Serenity is a state of mind, tranquility a state of body. In recognizing the importance of both, I give her my gift of well wishes above all else. Well the card I selected at Hallmark was a nice touch too. Much in my style it was concise, neat and envelope matched the bag I put it in.
So yeah today was productive. Because it can be. And because I let it be.
It was moving forward step by step for 4 and a half fucking miles.
Which at the state of mind was supposed to be a 8->9 mile, 2 and a half hour walk. Which to most people is probably nothing. And I'm ok with this but the predecessor to the reason behind me walking such a distance, now that I can begroan upon the world my most sincere displeasure.
As it stands this morning I was awakened to the sound of my cat. Or was it something else? Whatever the case my cat is intricately involved in this as he was somewhere near my feet for much of the evening and was most displeased as I was awakening; as I had pulled the covers aside from which he was sleeping. He glared at me and meowed in the way that he does as if to show his contempt of being moved.
I awoke and showered, soaking my hair. And when I came out, it was brought to my attention that my mother had wanted to go to a softball game at which my younger brother was attending. As it goes, his boyscout troop were acting as honor guards for the anthem before a special needs softball game. Me having no plans at the time agreed to such an interaction agreed to go largely to increase my personal driving skills.
And for that part there was no issue. I grabbed my Horde jacket, and an apple and jumped in my mom's car and drove them to the field in the middle of nowhere. At arrival it was brought to my note that the game they had originally meant to attend was already in progress and that the tardy arrival was solely due to me :/ Well that's a jist of that. I went quiet and pocketed my resentment. Of course I could have voiced my opinion but that wouldn't have mattered now would it? So I just sat there and absorbed it all. Meh.
Give a bit longer. I decide to go for a walk. My mom says it's ok. I don't really have anything to do with either the special needs kids nor the boyscout troupe, but the area seems interesting (generally like exploring). It's a bit nippy and I offer my mom my jacket since she looks cold. She stubbornly refuses saying that her scarf is more than enough. I *sigh* to myself, pop the headphones in and walk off.
The grass is mostly dry beneath my feet. The area actually settled by people has a college townhouse feel to it all. I'm sitting there wondering about it all and decide nothing more. A few minutes later after walking around the retention pond I note that there isn't much to do and walk back to the field and game already in progress.
Oh look, mom isn't there. Like seriously SHE LEFT ME AND DROVE OFF... You know how in cartoons how when the characters suddenly realize something's missing by seeing a cheesy outline of the object blinking a few times and the obvious displacement of it? Well yeah that sort of thing happened to me.
Anyway I walk around, see that I have a missed call from my mom and message/call back several times. No response. I walk around the parking lot and oh look the car is seriously gone. I walk towards the crowd of parents/onlookers assuming my little brother is there. Nope. A black couple comes up to me and asks if I'm lost. Nope, my mom just drove off without me. They look puzzled and I just walk off.
At this point I have come to the assumption of 2 things. 1. As I can't find my younger brother. Something probably relating to him probably happened. Thusly she's expecting me to walk the 9 miles home because she's biked here before and though nippy, there is no inclement weather likely. 2. If I stay around too much longer, the simple fact that I'm the only Asian person there; the fact that I am a guy; and the fact that I am alone will probably get the parents riled up thinking that I'm a pedophile (no I'm not). Don't feel like having to explain to the cops why my mom isn't picking up her phone, nor do I feel like having to try and explain why mom left me there.
So at this time I'm like ok, *pulls out phone* Oh look it's a 9 mile walk home. Estimated travel time? 2 hours 18 minutes. The whole subsection is designed for rich white people (no I'm not lying the houses are like $300k+ for the basics and some of them seriously go into the million range), and the landscapers paved sidewalks on both sides of the road for much of the 9 miles out of the compound. Which I guess is a blessing of many sorts even though I don't have any water on me and my entire breakfast consisted of 1 fuji apple.
Having no reason to stay, I started walking. And thinking back on it. It was perfect weather to walk. Much of the route was shaddy and I pulled the hood on my jacket on to protect my ears from the wind. And so I walked. One mile then another. I listened to Dragostea Din Tei (numa numa), Crystal Kay stuff and playlists that I had created several years back. The songs were really a nice throw back to a past me. A calmer, less rational, more naive me. And I reveled in that memory. With it in mind, I kept walking, conjuring up magically un-realistic scenarios of things that I could do, or say and plans of leaving this place (with all the money that people offered to help me get out of here, I just need to set a date and pack to make it all happen, but being too rash on any situation is bad)
2 miles in I pass someone. They move to the other side of the sidewalk as if purposely avoiding me. I don't give a damn and let him. Runners tend to avoid me for whatever reason, and even in white neighborhoods, friendly smiles are few, greetings fewer. 4 and a half miles later and I hear honking. I turn and guess who I see.
Yep it's my mom.
So I get in and the first thing she says is: "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? I'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU FOR THE PAST HOUR!" I'm much calmer about the issue. I calmly state that I called her 3 times and texted her asking where you were. "MY PHONE DIED."
Yep this whole issue was because my mom is forgetful and refuses to keep a phone charger in the car. Apparently as the story goes on she didn't think it through and left me because she was cold and was too stubborn to accept my jacket. She had tried contacting me but her phone died. So instead of borrowing another parent's phone to call me on, she decided to drive off.
When we get home she tells me that she couldn't charge her phone because there was only one charger in the house for i____ products. At this point I'm just too pissed off to really give a damn anymore. BUT this is BS and I'll explain why. You see. My family (not me) owns 1 ipad, 2 ipod touches, and 2 iphones. BUT! They only have 1 charger for all 5 items. Someone else chime in with BULLSHIT please :)
Ah yes the reason why my mom abandoned me and didn't bother contacting me was because there was only 1 charger for all 5 apple products in the house and because she didn't have common sense enough to borrow a phone or charge hers. Oh that reminds me she still isn't charging her phone.
Most of this day has been ok otherwise. My cat is contently sitting on my legs. And I got my mom a cheap, but tasteful gift. It's below.
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| An - Serenity |
The character isn't perfect. The frame nice but not perfect either. Phonetically it's the character An. "An" in this sense can be part of "Anjin" or "pingan". The base form with the singular character can thusly be translated to somewhere around the lines of serenity, peace or tranquility. I know my mom doesn't have much to adorn her work desk, so I'm hoping this will add a nice touch. It's tasteful in the sense that chocolates would have been a waste (family doesn't appreciate good cocoa) and flowers would wither quickly. This gift, a Chinese character that I readily recognize works in that it gives a sense of space. Serenity is a state of mind, tranquility a state of body. In recognizing the importance of both, I give her my gift of well wishes above all else. Well the card I selected at Hallmark was a nice touch too. Much in my style it was concise, neat and envelope matched the bag I put it in.
So yeah today was productive. Because it can be. And because I let it be.
Friday, February 10, 2012
02/10/12 Another Trip to my Happy Place
Today was interestingly long day. And I'm ok if you were wondering.
I'm dry once again (was quite soaked until a little ago) Well ok not quite soaked, but the sprinkling rain and the mist and the walking under the trees didn't really help either my dryness level nor was it of any use to the general uplifting qualities that I had desired when i decided upon my venture.
And so I stayed wet. But that in itself is another quality of life is it not?
I sat on those swings in my happy place and was once again at peace. As should be for I am still able to find that quality about myself. Love thyself I said. Love thyself I learned. Love thyself I remembered.
And so through all the cruel words and all the worse yet reactions and feelings to one's mind I lived and moved and was at peace all at once.
I'm dry once again (was quite soaked until a little ago) Well ok not quite soaked, but the sprinkling rain and the mist and the walking under the trees didn't really help either my dryness level nor was it of any use to the general uplifting qualities that I had desired when i decided upon my venture.
And so I stayed wet. But that in itself is another quality of life is it not?
I sat on those swings in my happy place and was once again at peace. As should be for I am still able to find that quality about myself. Love thyself I said. Love thyself I learned. Love thyself I remembered.
And so through all the cruel words and all the worse yet reactions and feelings to one's mind I lived and moved and was at peace all at once.
Thursday, February 9, 2012
02/09/12 Finding One's Happy Place
I'd like to believe that somewhere in the world lies a small niche. A hole if you will. Well not necessarily a hole. At times its just a random piece of something left behind from when the elder gods were here. At others it's a created place, something that we put our mind to and focus our energy to creating.
I visited my happy place today.
It's a swing set designed for the kids, a bit too low to be really comfortable for me to swing on, and the nasty mix of pine chips and butchered tires underneath it isn't particularly pleasant for me if I'm not wearing my boots.
But yeah this is my happy place. Or it was and is again.
So they took down the swings for a period of time for whatever reason and I was without a happy place for a period of time. But this evening when I was off for my walk, and I discovered that it was there... OH HAPPY PLACE!
And so while listening to Lady Gaga, I swung. And I swung as high as I could. I daydreamed and imagined that I was a stoic guardian that I had a magnificent shield and a sword and was able to protect those who I cared about.
Yeah that's me. The guarding is something I keep envisioning. I think it's something that I need to sort out.
I visited my happy place today.
It's a swing set designed for the kids, a bit too low to be really comfortable for me to swing on, and the nasty mix of pine chips and butchered tires underneath it isn't particularly pleasant for me if I'm not wearing my boots.
But yeah this is my happy place. Or it was and is again.
So they took down the swings for a period of time for whatever reason and I was without a happy place for a period of time. But this evening when I was off for my walk, and I discovered that it was there... OH HAPPY PLACE!
And so while listening to Lady Gaga, I swung. And I swung as high as I could. I daydreamed and imagined that I was a stoic guardian that I had a magnificent shield and a sword and was able to protect those who I cared about.
Yeah that's me. The guarding is something I keep envisioning. I think it's something that I need to sort out.
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
02/08/12 Thinking Again.
The day after tomorrow would have been my 1 year anniversary with Kyle. I had hoped at one time that I could at least make it last that long. Something to hold onto, a though to grasp upon, if only for a stranded moment.
But as fate transpires and realities ensue, I find and know and learn again.
Of bitter sweet goodbyes and hopes forgiven, and this of all things proves exactly what I had so long wished and hoped nothing more. I pardon not the lonesome lark's call, but instead suffer the crow's berailment.
And so I'll sit by myself again and let that day be the remark that will set me to a rage some fateful day in the future. Because in the end I was there and while I wasn't perfect, no one can fault me for it. I tried to be someone special, no? I tried to be someone useful, no?
If he won't have me. Then let some other predator or prey find my scent and follow me to my den. If they want to ravish my soul, then let them earn their keep first. For I am the wolf of dreams, cursed to be lonesome.
But the lone wolf is never quite alone. For in the arms of others his charm will lead and in them yet the souls of the doomed will transpire. If not to find and bring to peace, the damned; then this one will hold to you but the solitary wish that he may be of use finding peace to others.
"Again!" I shout into the rain; "AGAIN!" I shout unto the earth. Let no man see me and call me callus for I am the too the herald that fortells, as I am the hope that will always be. Of happiness or contempt, of love and of sorrow. I am. You are. We will be.
But as fate transpires and realities ensue, I find and know and learn again.
Of bitter sweet goodbyes and hopes forgiven, and this of all things proves exactly what I had so long wished and hoped nothing more. I pardon not the lonesome lark's call, but instead suffer the crow's berailment.
And so I'll sit by myself again and let that day be the remark that will set me to a rage some fateful day in the future. Because in the end I was there and while I wasn't perfect, no one can fault me for it. I tried to be someone special, no? I tried to be someone useful, no?
If he won't have me. Then let some other predator or prey find my scent and follow me to my den. If they want to ravish my soul, then let them earn their keep first. For I am the wolf of dreams, cursed to be lonesome.
But the lone wolf is never quite alone. For in the arms of others his charm will lead and in them yet the souls of the doomed will transpire. If not to find and bring to peace, the damned; then this one will hold to you but the solitary wish that he may be of use finding peace to others.
"Again!" I shout into the rain; "AGAIN!" I shout unto the earth. Let no man see me and call me callus for I am the too the herald that fortells, as I am the hope that will always be. Of happiness or contempt, of love and of sorrow. I am. You are. We will be.
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
02/07/12 How to Stop a War with Iran
Premptively speaking of course.
For I am of the school of thought that reckons that stopping a situation before it starts is better for just about everyone. Now some detractors of my statement may say that war inevitably leads to cultural and societal darwinism at play and/or that War is a stimulating factor to not only the economy but technology. And I will admit that the latter may have some validity. But I do not believe the reckless loss of human life will truly set well on anyone's conscience. For the ones that remain behind or survive, everything will undoubtedly change. And that is what I'm trying to put together at the moment.
Instead note what I'm about to say.
Everything about this idea spawned from: http://newsfeed.time.com/2012/02/07/simpsons-dolls-join-barbie-on-irans-banned-toy-list/
I will be the first to say that I am not one who is well versed in the war issue at hand. I don't spend hours on end browsing the internet for facts on the economic situation or the political climate of either country. Nope instead as a 22 year old college grad in search for a job, I 1. Job Hunt. 2. Play Skyrim. Or 3. Browse Imgur for funny pics.
But I did come up with a Brilliant idea after reading the short article.
How about get Stan Lee or ya know Marvel or ANY of the other comic studios to host a competition to create a new Middle Eastern origin based super hero? The winner gets published. Judging by the global community or maybe just the middle east?
Now how would this stop a war?
1. Outreach. Anyone in the United States or hell anywhere else in the world knows that there is a delicate balance between content shared between parents and children. Parents want content that is productive and builds moral fiber for their kids. Kids want things their parents can't really relate to but is still deem able as "cool." Introducing such a superhero works for the favor for both. By appealing to Middle Eastern sensibilities and respecting their culture, such a superhero and the merchandise will manifest in a form that is acceptable by both groups.
2. Common Ground. This may seem like an odd note but think about it. If this new superhero joins the Justice League or what not else, it'll show that the US WANTS PEACE. That the US WANTS WORLD UNITY. Have them go off and defeat zombie Osama Bin Laden or I don't know something that appeals to readers... Say they all get sucked back in time by accident and the new guy saves them all somehow.That'll definitely add to the market base right? Subtly put into it respectful things and the overall context doesn't have to seem like we're just kissing ass.
3. Profit. Oh don't even dare lie and say that you weren't thinking about the monetary logistics of it all. How would you convince a company to even think about funding a competition to find/create such a superhero? Show them the monetary potential of a market in the Middle East. I'm not saying they'll suddenly give us their oil for creating a superhero for them but they're people with kids just like Americans. And just like Americans they'll spend ridiculous amounts of money. This'll also help the economy (abeit not much) as we'll have to outsource jobs to China and India for the production of these toys and people domestically to find talent to create said things.
At the end of the day I'm just someone popping out ideas from my head. All of this could very easily backfire and one person gets offended and suddenly there's pissed off people on both sides because of the first guy. And I'm not going to say that this'll be a cureall for anything. But it's an idea. And until which time I can figure out a way to actually influence the world's sociopolitical balance in favor of peace the least I can do is pop out my quibbles from time to time as I think of them. Yussah.
Anyway to anyone who bothered reading all of this. Always keep peace in mind. It's often times the harder option, but I'll always stay to the belief that peace is better for people than war.
For I am of the school of thought that reckons that stopping a situation before it starts is better for just about everyone. Now some detractors of my statement may say that war inevitably leads to cultural and societal darwinism at play and/or that War is a stimulating factor to not only the economy but technology. And I will admit that the latter may have some validity. But I do not believe the reckless loss of human life will truly set well on anyone's conscience. For the ones that remain behind or survive, everything will undoubtedly change. And that is what I'm trying to put together at the moment.
Instead note what I'm about to say.
Everything about this idea spawned from: http://newsfeed.time.com/2012/02/07/simpsons-dolls-join-barbie-on-irans-banned-toy-list/
I will be the first to say that I am not one who is well versed in the war issue at hand. I don't spend hours on end browsing the internet for facts on the economic situation or the political climate of either country. Nope instead as a 22 year old college grad in search for a job, I 1. Job Hunt. 2. Play Skyrim. Or 3. Browse Imgur for funny pics.
But I did come up with a Brilliant idea after reading the short article.
How about get Stan Lee or ya know Marvel or ANY of the other comic studios to host a competition to create a new Middle Eastern origin based super hero? The winner gets published. Judging by the global community or maybe just the middle east?
Now how would this stop a war?
1. Outreach. Anyone in the United States or hell anywhere else in the world knows that there is a delicate balance between content shared between parents and children. Parents want content that is productive and builds moral fiber for their kids. Kids want things their parents can't really relate to but is still deem able as "cool." Introducing such a superhero works for the favor for both. By appealing to Middle Eastern sensibilities and respecting their culture, such a superhero and the merchandise will manifest in a form that is acceptable by both groups.
2. Common Ground. This may seem like an odd note but think about it. If this new superhero joins the Justice League or what not else, it'll show that the US WANTS PEACE. That the US WANTS WORLD UNITY. Have them go off and defeat zombie Osama Bin Laden or I don't know something that appeals to readers... Say they all get sucked back in time by accident and the new guy saves them all somehow.That'll definitely add to the market base right? Subtly put into it respectful things and the overall context doesn't have to seem like we're just kissing ass.
3. Profit. Oh don't even dare lie and say that you weren't thinking about the monetary logistics of it all. How would you convince a company to even think about funding a competition to find/create such a superhero? Show them the monetary potential of a market in the Middle East. I'm not saying they'll suddenly give us their oil for creating a superhero for them but they're people with kids just like Americans. And just like Americans they'll spend ridiculous amounts of money. This'll also help the economy (abeit not much) as we'll have to outsource jobs to China and India for the production of these toys and people domestically to find talent to create said things.
At the end of the day I'm just someone popping out ideas from my head. All of this could very easily backfire and one person gets offended and suddenly there's pissed off people on both sides because of the first guy. And I'm not going to say that this'll be a cureall for anything. But it's an idea. And until which time I can figure out a way to actually influence the world's sociopolitical balance in favor of peace the least I can do is pop out my quibbles from time to time as I think of them. Yussah.
Anyway to anyone who bothered reading all of this. Always keep peace in mind. It's often times the harder option, but I'll always stay to the belief that peace is better for people than war.
Monday, February 6, 2012
02/06/12 Thinking Out Loud
And then I was like hm... That's cute. And old.
As I continued into the comments of other people I was notified that yes there was a football-esque related racism controversy sparking and what not.
The Chinese person sitting at this desk responding, of course, doesn't give 2 shits about this subject. Because while yes I find it somewhat offensive in the the story that was posted (Granted that I accept that many people AMERICANS INCLUDED fuck up the English language, and past experiences with non-adept members of Asian culture sowed the seeds of racial language stereotyping; I still find it offensive when Americans emphasize this fact), at the same time the subject matter on hand was quite interesting.
America is in debt. No one will deny that. As I noted and from what I remember from American history back in the 10th grade... America has been in debt for the past what 200+ years ish? ISH.
Which is to say I don't really know statistics and like many other Americans I don't give a shit the exact date as long as the core of my informational context is correct. Among other things I stand in a unique location in the present time/space continuity. While outwardly I am 100% Chinese (hell I was born there which makes me a native pure blood :p); I've been raised amongst Americans and I forsee myself marrying one, one of these days.
That being said I am eternally torn between worlds. On one side I am expected to "act" Asian because that is how the heritage of my forefathers sees it. On the other, my upbringing dictates that I am different from everyone else. To treat me like the others is a farce if there ever was such a thing. Ah but that doesn't explain the conundrum. I stand in between these two very different schools of thinking. One ancient, the other not nearly as much. As I examine the concepts found in each, I have yet to wonder where exactly I belong.
Do I belong to the side that I embrace, who's doctrine I can help create? Or do I keep to the ways of old and become a descendent of my forefathers?
HMMMMMMMMMMMM...
In other news I just finished a bar of white chocolate. IT WAS SO GOD DAMN SWEET >:( Which is to say that while I thoroughly enjoyed the flavor as the mild nuttyness of the coconut was very delicious and the flaked/ground nature of the same added a delightful mouthfeel contrast; the sugar content of the whole bar (which I realize wasn't the creators intention for me to consume the whole bar in one sitting in less than 10 minutes) was too god damn high for my palate. I am now thinking that I will suffer most indignantly from the high sucrose content until I succumb either to violent and uncontrollable spasms of sugar intoxication or I say fuck this and go down stairs for a bottle of tap water.
As I think further on the matter. This chocolate really does work for me. Not in the sense that I'd die without it or anything. Rather it's the preparation and presentation. Like I noted before the flavor and texture of this particular piece are very pleasing to the palate (even if the sugar content is dis favorable); The particular way the product is in neat squares and in a white and yellow paper container is also most agreeable and probably part of why I even contemplated and grabbed it. Ah tis how I think.
Anyway I am once again rambling but I have let a good piece of my soul pour into this particular written form. I'll have to let the soulshards recharge a bit before I leak too much of my essence into this form and create a deviant being that wishes to wage war against me!
Sunday, February 5, 2012
02/05/12 Rosemary Smoke.
Rosemary or Rosemarium or whatever it is called in whatever language you may be speaking and/or reading is an amazing herb. Native to the Mediterranean coast, the hardy bush/shrub produces delicate yet amazing volatile oils that as I've found out cause horrid amounts of smoke EVERYWHERE...
Well it's not to say the steaks I made weren't delicious. The rich blend of allspice berries, fresh malabar coast black pepper and mustard seeds that I had used as the crust blended oh so perfectly when I rubbed them into the texture of the meat. The sea salt that I would have preferred to use was sadly unavailable and so I substituted with regular salt.
The deliciousness of the aromatic rosemary smoke permeated the flesh of the steak and produced a wonderful taste that I will note and be happy about for a long time.
Well it's not to say the steaks I made weren't delicious. The rich blend of allspice berries, fresh malabar coast black pepper and mustard seeds that I had used as the crust blended oh so perfectly when I rubbed them into the texture of the meat. The sea salt that I would have preferred to use was sadly unavailable and so I substituted with regular salt.
The deliciousness of the aromatic rosemary smoke permeated the flesh of the steak and produced a wonderful taste that I will note and be happy about for a long time.
Saturday, February 4, 2012
02/04/12 So much for a Nap.
I just got back to my laptop just now. From my nap. It's warm outside. My head feels funny and my lips are parched. I grab for the seemingly random bottle of reduced fat milk that seems almost too conveniently placed at my desk and ponder to myself if this will really help or hurt me.
At one point of the spectrum. This is a liquid something that should help add much needed moisture to the intense dry that must have woken me up in the first place. On the opposite end, this is a sweet beverage. One that will add a sickly layer of milk proteins and artificial sucrose into my body. Undoubtedly it will only prolong my dehydration and make me suffer ever the more should I sit here and beg for water.
Of course the most logical fix to this conundrum is to abstain from the incorrect thinking of the dangers of traveling downstairs and instead venture there to refill a portable container (plastic) with enough H2O that I may sustain myself for the rest of the evening upon it's life giving moisture.
But enough of this conundrum. I grip the straw from the side of the package and stab at the metallic covered square that is designed for the point of entry. My first stab hits home but is deflected by the strength of the packaging material. I try again this time focusing squarely on the center of the square. The force hits home again and as in it's style it works and I devour the small receptacle of milk proteins cocoa and sugar.
It's a horribly sweet flavor for my dry palate. But I crave the moisture it offers and I suffer through. One gulp and then another, each drop a meaning to move forward. Even if it'll hurt me in the long run, I strive and make myself content with it.
And with that it is all over. The container is empty of milk and I am mostly content. Other than the sticky after flavor in my mouth I am Ok. #Winning?
At one point of the spectrum. This is a liquid something that should help add much needed moisture to the intense dry that must have woken me up in the first place. On the opposite end, this is a sweet beverage. One that will add a sickly layer of milk proteins and artificial sucrose into my body. Undoubtedly it will only prolong my dehydration and make me suffer ever the more should I sit here and beg for water.
Of course the most logical fix to this conundrum is to abstain from the incorrect thinking of the dangers of traveling downstairs and instead venture there to refill a portable container (plastic) with enough H2O that I may sustain myself for the rest of the evening upon it's life giving moisture.
But enough of this conundrum. I grip the straw from the side of the package and stab at the metallic covered square that is designed for the point of entry. My first stab hits home but is deflected by the strength of the packaging material. I try again this time focusing squarely on the center of the square. The force hits home again and as in it's style it works and I devour the small receptacle of milk proteins cocoa and sugar.
It's a horribly sweet flavor for my dry palate. But I crave the moisture it offers and I suffer through. One gulp and then another, each drop a meaning to move forward. Even if it'll hurt me in the long run, I strive and make myself content with it.
And with that it is all over. The container is empty of milk and I am mostly content. Other than the sticky after flavor in my mouth I am Ok. #Winning?
Friday, February 3, 2012
02/03/12 Dominus
The prefix dom references superiority. In Latin, it's prefix form can reference father, top or anything else that is higher up than something else.
Or I could totally be bullshitting you and in fact I didn't bother to actually go through all of the new Wiki page for the full definitions. (Actually the case as it would be.)
Ugh I was going to type more but I'm being kicked off the internet :/ Fuck my life.
Or I could totally be bullshitting you and in fact I didn't bother to actually go through all of the new Wiki page for the full definitions. (Actually the case as it would be.)
Ugh I was going to type more but I'm being kicked off the internet :/ Fuck my life.
Thursday, February 2, 2012
02/02/12 Salt
"Ah but I'm not," I whispered into his ear.
He turned to me ever so slowly as if intentionally trying to get me to admit some feeble fault that was not my own? "I beg your pardon?"
"Oh but the thought that just crossed your mind. I must say that I'm not an arrogant prick as you would have suspected." I glanced at him, my smile still quite smug and now with an wave of my hand I produced an Ace.
He turned to me ever so slowly as if intentionally trying to get me to admit some feeble fault that was not my own? "I beg your pardon?"
"Oh but the thought that just crossed your mind. I must say that I'm not an arrogant prick as you would have suspected." I glanced at him, my smile still quite smug and now with an wave of my hand I produced an Ace.
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
02/01/12 Firsts
It's the first day of the leap month of the leap year in which the world is supposedly thought to be ending.
Which is to say that this month should be longer than any other month but because of various factors it is instead shorter than other months and as such we are all assholes for hurting it.
Am I rambling you ask?
Nope. Just have some random complex thoughts roaming my head like a parasite.
Which is to say that this month should be longer than any other month but because of various factors it is instead shorter than other months and as such we are all assholes for hurting it.
Am I rambling you ask?
Nope. Just have some random complex thoughts roaming my head like a parasite.
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