Chh--chh-chhanges.

I think it's time I brought some change to this site and actually stuck with it. Actually, change seems to be the name of the game lately. But can I stick with it and follow through, that's the question.

I've come up with some ideas on how I want to change my blog. First, I think I want to get my own domain name. Although I do like free aspect of blogger, I'll look into how I can customize it to the way I want.

But this is sort of a waste of cyberspace. (If there is such a thing.) Part of me wants to change that. While still keeping this still personal at times. And I do like posting pictures of cool things that I see.

So stick around things will be a lil ugly for a while, things will be a little wack, but hopefully in the end it'll all come out great.

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What I would do without some people, I just don't know!

I blogged on the third?! It feels like it's been ages since I last wrote anything. I have some ideas floating around. But right now I have to go get a pop tart and finishing reading about phonology while I crap away the rest of my lunch and talk to people on meebo.

Expect an update hopefully at the end of this week or middle of next.

Mobbing. And if it continues to happen, I will do something about it. I'm not some passive player and I'm not afraid, especially when you've got nothing but malice to show! So bite me. That's all I want to say, bite me. Let me do my job, the way all us 20somethings do my job and get over your napoleon complex. You're not a king or a dictator, and your true colors are showing.

However, if they were plunged into a nightmarish world of flying snakes,they would not have the capacity to alert their brethren to the exact nature of the threat.

That's a line from my Linguistics homework...nightmarish indeed! But what about snakes on a motherfrenching plane? Then those are technically flying snakes huh?

Thanks folks...I'm here all week!

At the Harrison St. Bus stop there's some graffiti, but it's not normal graffiti...it's a drawing of a molecule

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Techdirt brings up an interesting point.

Think about it, if a woman who made a fake myspace persona can be held under charges of hacking, why can't these police officers? Are they actually safe under the auspices of "undercover" work?

Also, while we're at it, let's start fining people for humming. That is after all copyright infringement!

I write things..and then I make suckers on the internet read it.

I write, a lot actually. More so than I blog and now more so than I journal.  For the most part, my scribblings suck. It's not written well and it's always half finished.  It's hard for me to keep a coherent story line in my head when I'm always bombarded by different thoughts.  Part of the reason why I'm typing everything up is because I hope it'll help me keep better track of things, plus it's easier to move text on a computer than it is to move it on paper.  

I'm going to start posting SOME of my work on my blog.  Let me know what you think.  Feedback is greatly appreciated.  Thanks. 

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If you could only, if you could only slow down for a couple of minutes, for a few seconds. Just so that I had time to catch what you were saying. I've known you or so long and yet I still haven't gotten caught up to your speed of things. I still aren't fast enough.

Speak up one at a time. It's hard to listen to who is most important. One voice panicking, another stupidly singing along, and you—you with all the answers, although none of them most likely right, muffled, muted and just a second or two too fast for me to catch up. And what I am, what I am used to is left in the dust, having caught only a few fragmentary sentences that make no sense. Left in a confused state, where I'll try to piece together all I was able to catch into something not coherent and something which I'll ultimately abhor—and you'll be gone.

Just stop running. Just give me a second to mesh with you. To see who I should be instead of always leaving me behind. Just, just wait.  

I am not entirely sure what to write.  It's sort of like reminiscing, but not...I suppose because I wasn't around to live in those days.  Nor is anything that I am going to say be of any merit.  I must forewarn you, this will be a ramble at best.  

 

I suppose my questioning is "What happened?"Forty years ago, the youth in this country were extremely active.  Politically.  They didn't like something they took the the streets.  They rallied together, they brought forth change.  That was at a time when no one had cell phones, there weren't any blogs, there weren't ways to get information as quickly as easily as you can today.  No one twittered "Rally at the SAC 4pm." and masses would show up. (Which you can use to do!) But now, now our rights are being stepped upon and all we did was rally behind a presidential candidate who, is far better than what he had, but by no means the solution and sit back and shut up now that it's over.  Which it's most certainly is not, not by a long shot. 

Growing up, I loved history.  Infact I still love history, I just never full appreciated US History (with the exception of 8th grade, because Mr. Otlowski, you are a wonderful history teacher and you actually made it exciting, fun and relevant!) until I grew up and realized the importance of such paperwork as the Declaration of Indepence and the US Constitution.  These rights ladies and gentlemen, the liberties you have, these freedoms, well they get trampled on, you just don't notice it because it's under the veil of, well there's terrorists or it doesn't affect me.  But once one group of people gets their rights trampled on,  it's just as easy to have your rights trampled on and by the time they're coming for you.  It's already too late.  You might think what do I have to lose, if I've got nothing to hide then who cares who is listening, then who cares what is happening to the guy down the street and so on and so forth.  But the thing is, it does matter who is listening, because they shouldn't be listening, even if you are just talking to your friend about the delicious sandwich you just had.  

Shit's in a mess, you need to open up your ears and clean out your eyes and when you do, well of course there will be fancy little shirts, buttons, bumper stickers and of course all wonderful animated gifs for you to bombard your shitastically coded myspace pages and you'll feel like you're doing something, because really what can you do? Your dissent is commodified and even if it's not your dissent you own up to it because it's the cool thing to do.  Aye aye aye.  It sucks feeling trapped.  

They used to say you couldn't trust anyone over 30, now I feel like you can't depend on anyone under 30 to know what the fuck is going on. 

This turned into a ramble.  One which I'll falsely promise to revisit and edit.  I promise. But it's time for sleep and my head is a mess.  Good night. 

Another Day, Another Ramble.

Blogging from bed is pretty nice. It has it's perks I'll tell you that.  Especially when your beloved reupholstered computer chair isn't aging too delicately and you hold on to it for sheer love of the fabric than the chair itself.   Perhaps when I get some extra money I'll splure on a new chair...and of course some new fabric! 

I wrote quite a bit last night and part of me is done trying to compose some sort of story together.  I have an rough idea in mind, I figure the rest will just naturally fall into place from everything I have written.  So why not just keep at it and keep at it until all of the pieces do fit together? 

I'm slowly starting to figure things out.  I don't want to spend my life writing "updated through..." that would depress me immensely and that is exactly what I started flipping out about yesterday. But I think I have somewhere to go now.  I'll figure something out. 

I printed out Little Brother today.  I'm going to start reading that. 

This entry was pointless, but isn't everything?

Don't talk to me like I'm five:

This is a tilde : ~. The squiggle used in websites. It has a hundred other uses.

This ≈ is an approximation.

I know what the hell I'm doing, maybe you should learn not to talk down to people.

Because federal money really needs to be spent on this:

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/entertainment/8032720.stm

Really?! All this over a titty that passed in the blink of an eye! Terrific!

Via Cory Doctorow and probably one of the best blurbs I've ever read: 

Transparency on its own is nothing more than spectacle: it's just another season of Big Brother in which all the contestants are revealed, over and over again, as thugs. Transparency on its own robs as much hope as it delivers, because transparency without justice is a perennial reminder that the game is rigged and that those in power govern for power's sake, not for justice.

Links of Note 4.29.2009

http://www.nybooks.com/articles/22656

http://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2009/04/obamas-transparency-

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/finance/newsbysector/banksandfinance/5137489/Goldman-Sachs-hires-law-firm-to-shut-bloggers-site.html

http://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2009/04/jewel-v-nsa-roundup-media-obamas-position

http://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2009/04/boston-college-prompt-commands-are-suspicious

http://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2009/04/cybersecurity-act

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/politics/7962631.stm

http://www.freedomhouse.org/template.cfm?page=383&report=79&group=19

This is Just to Say

I hate being bs'ed to. I also dislike being cornered and attacked at early hours in the morning. Thems be my two cents!

Getting into a shape....that's not round.

Running in the rain is one of my favorite things. Ran in the rain yesterday and did a might good job. I'm more excited about this now than ever. I just hope I can keep up my motivation...which I think I can...if I keep looking at this picture I took of myself last night. GROSS! But I suppose facing reality is one of the best ways to commit to something. I hate the way I look and it's not that I want to look like a model. (I'm 4'10, that's never going to happen!) It's just that I'm rolly polly. I knew I was bad, but hot damn I didn't know I was THAT bad. In case you're wondering what the picture is actually for, I'm planning on taking one a day. (Actually two...one from the from and one from the side.) I'm going to do it for a year and then put together a slideshow so I can see my progress. You guys will get to see my progress too. I might actually do a monthly update just for kicks. (And to test the program that I'm planning on using)

I feel good about this bout. August-October proved to me that I had it in me. And granted I had Maria's wedding and that tight dress as added motivation, but I'm not entirely sure if I care about how awesome I look. Sure, vanity is one of my motivations, but it's not the biggest one nor does it have priority. It's just an added perk. It's just that, when I run, when I work out, I feel so powerful. Each step, each minute that passes, each star that I add to the calendar, each moment I get closer to doing one pull up....I just feel myself being that much closer to being the person I want to be.

I'm really glad I have Andrew along for the ride too. His experience as a distance swimmer helps so much not to mention his attitude and his confidence in me that I can do it. I like asking him about his swimming days and how he pushed himself through countless practices and racing a 500. His just do it attitude amazes me. He's just so good at doing something. He honestly doesn't have excuses and I hope to pick that up from him. This is going to lead to sappiness because a big part of the reason why I'm still with Andrew, why I love Andrew is because of his personality and just his outlook on things. With the exception of my sister, I've never met anyone that I wanted to be so much like until I met him. He definitely knows something I don't, but I think I'm learning it very very slowly. Ok, that was enough of that moment.

I'm excited, I think I've reached an important milestone in my outlook. Let's hope I can keep the motivation up!

Reasons Being Short Sometimes Stinks

Those are PERFECTION! Only they have a 34 Inch inseam! DARN IT!

I Just Have One Thing to Say

Questionnaires

Q: What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery?
I've never actually given this any thought nor am I a big fan of superlatives, nothing is ever the ultimate in my opinion. However, I'd have to say that never being able to see my sister again, that would be miserable.

Q: Where would you like to live?
Anywhere near my friends, family and the ocean. I couldn't live blocked off from the sea.

Q: What is your idea of earthly happiness?
Good friends, good food, good drinks and tons of laughter.

Q: To what faults do you feel most indulgent?
My lack of will power and my ability to be easily distracted.

Q: Who are your favorite heroes of fiction?
Zorba and Odysseus.

Q: Who are your favorite characters in history?
Marie Antoinette, not because she was a nice person, but because she was audacious. I'm a big fan of ballsy women.

Q: Who are your favorite heroines in real life?
My sister for her selflessness.

Q: Who are your favorite heroines of fiction?
Tess of the D'ubervilles, Harriet from Harriet the Spy.

Q: Your favorite painter?
Ed Hopper, Gustav Klimt and the obligatory Van Gogh.

Q: Your favorite musician?
Damien Rice, Pyx-Lax, Cake

Q: The quality you most admire in a man?
Sincerity, a good heart and a sense of humor.

Q: The quality you most admire in a woman?
The same as above. I don't think gender makes a big impact when it comes to being a good person.

Q: Your favorite virtue?
Understanding.

Q: Your favorite occupation?
I envy Art and Gym teachers. Ultimately the best occupation though is one that fulfills you.

Q: Who would you have liked to be?
I wouldn't want to be anyone but myself.

Q: Your most marked characteristic?
I'm quite silly.

Q: What do you most value in your friends?
Their understanding and humor.

Q: What is your principle defect?
My desire to do it all and my lack of will power to accomplish any of it!

Q: What would you like to be?
Ultimately, just happy.

Q: What is your favorite color?
It changes daily, but I'll always like black and blue. Like a bruise!

Q: What is your favorite flower?
Lilies, of all sorts.

Q: What is your favorite bird?
Crows.

Q: Who are your favorite prose writers?
Kazantzakis, Kundera, John Irving.

Q: Who are your favorite poets?
Edna St. Vincent Millay, Marge Piercy,

Q: What are your favorite names?
Mythological names and my parents' names actually.

Q: What is it you most dislike?
Selfishness and materialism and general lack of concern for others.

Q: What historical figures do you most despise?
Hmmm, I'd have to get back to you on that.

Q: What event in military history do you most admire?
I don't think I admire any military history!

Q: What natural gift would you most like to possess?
I'd like to be able to draw better and have a much better way with words.

Q: How would you like to die?
In my sleep.

Q: What is your present state of mind?
Bothered by my inability to come up with good answers and bloated. Along with guilty for eating two doughnuts.

Q: What is your motto?
"We come from a dark abyss, we end in a dark abyss, and we call the luminous interval life." Only because it's much more poetic than my "enjoy the moment."