9.30.2009

Signed and delivered

Blogs don't allow uploads of documents so I have an account on slideshare.com the link here It's pretty weak right now but I'll see what I can do to fix it.

As promised I have my presentation for viewing. I ended up finishing it at about 1:30 this morning, but regardless I think it turned out really nice. The wierd part about this speech though, is that I actually learned something. Space tourism is going to be a fountainhead for industry.

Speaking of which, I actually still had to print out an evaluation form for the speech. I decieded I would wake up and go to the library to print a copy. This all works out because I have clas at 7:45 but the library opens at 7:30 , Lucky Me. 

Now the reality. I woke up on time, good so far. I took to long in the bathroom, expected. I reach the library at around 7:35 , no big deal I'll be a few minutes late he doesn't care anyways. Oookay. Now I get to a computer and realize that you have to pay to print pages, fine I have a few coins. It only takes flashcash, Fuck. Now I have to find a machine that I can put money into to put money on a card, ok make it fast.

I found it=it only takes dollar bills= my wallets empty. Now I have the option of running across the street to the ATM for ONE DOLLAR. Since I was the first one to use the machine today, it takes it's sweet little time. I spend 8 minutes AT the ATM for ONE DOLLAR, frustration swells. I waltz back and finally put the money on the card. Now there is someone at the printing station, printing at least 100 pages of god-I-don't-care. I give up a little hope at this point. After her, I swipe my card and find that my print is not in the que. 

Lucky me I ran into an old buddy from middle school Drew Dixon and he told my that he saw my my name on another printing station. Sweet, finally, I had this hole bullshit done. I end up getting to class about halfway through and the rest is smooth sailing. Oh but god-damn I only have $ 00.50 in my bank account. 

9.29.2009

Mellabox

As of late there has been something on my chest that I needed to get rid of. There was a period of about a month where I wore my image in shame. That was a period of cheap and deplorable behavior. I dropped my glasses in the toilet and continued to wear them. In my defense, it was at home, it was an empty toilet, and I set them in a gallon of bleach for six hours. Oh but the shame, I never heard the end of it from my girlfriend.

So I'm beginning to see what the rave about blogging is. I feel so bored that the only thing that I want to do is write it out. I hate poor weather because I don't like dressing for it. I am doing a disservice by covering up this hot bod, yeah  it's exactly what it looks like. You know, now that I think about it, I wonder what all the hot people from high school are doing now. They're probably reading this blog, yeah, that sounds about right.

So I have a speech for Business Communications class tomorrow and I half-assed chose the topic of space. Well, little did I know just how fucking prophetic it could be, and I'm just talking about space tourism. If tourism kicked off we could literally be in a utopian space society in 100 years. Needless to say it's a badass speech that I will definately post after I finish it, hopefully it doesn't bomb. Okay I know this much: tourism=colonization=globalization=world-wide space industry like space mining and solar harvesting.

Woah.

9.28.2009

There are cum stains all over my laptop

I've had this blog for a week now and I'm beginning to believe that only the perpetually lonely can sustain a healthy level of updates. Usually all I start with is a Facebook update, and then that's all I get so I just quit this and update my Facebook. But I am determined to continue writing on here because I am not a shut-in God-Dammit! Speaking of which, I usually visit my brother one day at the house over the weekend to play video-games and the like. This week I came back pretty late on Sunday and I had left my laptop open sitting on my desk. Well, now that I'm typing I can see a lot of white spots on my laptop glistening into my eyes. I'm not really grossed out, because I'm just denying whatever it could be.

Seriously, there are cum stains on my laptop.

On a happier note I got to spend time with my girlfriend over the Weekend, I don't remember any sex being involved. However, that just means I blocked it out or it blew my mind. My junk's not in three pieces (well, technically...) so that should be a good sign. Speaking of which I have been woken up on multiple occasions from some screaming whores across the hall. The first time I think they were two dudes having sex. Please don't ask me to tell you why because there's no way to put it into words, just....sounds. Actually this didn't turn into a happier note at all.

9.23.2009

short


Saw a guy running on the track while I was and he was sprinting backwards. How can that be a workout? So I looked at him like this.


And then continued my Bruce Lee campaign. Point of interest: being physically fit is not easy. Speaking of Chinese, talking with my Chinese roomate is a chore and embarassing. I told him I needed to borrow his laundry card but I would give the money for the laundry in cash and he replied by agreeing and then offering me locations of the nearest vtm machine.
If anyone ever gets a chance to go to a college library, take my advice, just walk around every floor/section/level. They have books on things you didn't know there was anything to write about. I picked up a book called "the Problem with Lawyers" and it talks about all the loopholes and criminal activities protected by the bar accociation to unethical lawyers. It's one of the best things I've ever read, and odds are I would have never found it without spotting it out of the corner of my eye while gliding through the aisles. Oh, and while you're at college, don't party during the week, you're wasting your time. You have two days where you can get so shit-faced that no-one would care, so take advantage of those. goodnight.
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9.22.2009

Home Invasion Response

The other day I was home during the week to pick up my new bank card and I forgot to get my house keys from my dorm.No cars were there and only a few of the lights were on. Naturally, I prayed that someone was home and that they would answer the door if I relentlessly rang the doorbell. My girlfriend Tanya was there with me and she was waiting in the car up until the twenty-minute mark when she got out and wisely told me to call the phone and see if anyone picks up. At the very least I would leave a voicemail stating I was outside and for somebody to open the door. Suddenly I notice that only the lights upstairs are on. Why someone would leave the ground floor lights off and the upper lights on got me a little suspicious and incredibly worried. I was literally two seconds away from calling the police when my brother half-naked runs down the stairs. Turns out my mom was in the hospital for surgery and he was taking a shower. 

This was not the only time I freaked out this badly. Against my own discretion, I am following Tanya's advice and telling this story. So during the school year about April, May I was thinking about skipping because, well I was a senior and it was before noon. So after about 8:30 I hear the garage door close and my dad drive away for work, leaving me home alone. I deceide, "naw fuck it" and go back to bed. About thirty minutes later I hear the garage door open and it wakes me up, now I suspect my Dad forgot something and came to quickly retrieve it. Well I hearhim shuffling around for a good ten minutes and realize that I didn't hear the garage door close. Now I wonder the worst, but my head is still level and I'm thinking it through, "maybe he's just taking a while." So I get up to go to the bathroom and on the way I hear heavy boots. Construction boots. Who wears construction boots to work? My Dad wouldn't wear his because I got them dirty working on my coop (different story). Now I direct my course down the first flight of stairs to investigate. Then I hear a duffel bag open. I literally freeze and shit my pants in the fastest microsecond humanly cappable without tearing through space-time. People take breifcases to work, what the fuck would my dad do with a duffel bag. So now that I'm thouroughly scared I panic and run back to my room. I think instinctively I was terrified by the prospect of waking up and having to deal with an intruder and I did what I would probably not have done sober: I called the police. I dial 911 and tell the operator in hacky breaths that there's someone in my house. I hear him move around some more so I run into the closet. My heart is RACING. I felt every heartbeat in my chest, teeth, eyes, and ears. It was like my heart was doing push-ups off my brain. Imagine what it feels like to fly naked through the air over a Catholic church with one of these attached to your ass.

It took what felt like forever for the officer to finally arive, the operator kept telling me he was on his way and that he was turning his siren off so nobody would hear him. She kept asking me where I was in the house and to remain calm, but FUCK THAT SHIT. I was so pumped at this point I found a broken knife blade and was getting ready for the imprompatu knife throwing lesson I was sure would work on the first try. As soon as I get up to walk out my door and take this fucker and go prehistoric on his ass, the operator tells me that it was, guess who? My Dad. All that. For nothing. I see the look on my dad's face when I go downstairs and the cop is asking him if he's the owner of the house and he looks at me with the most amused face that you can while being still thouroughly confused. I'm guessing he was wondering who called the cops on him in his own home, and when he saw that I wasn't at all surprised by the officer he put two and two together. I like to think I made his day. 

It turns out he was going on a business trip that day and the duffel bag was for his laptop. He went to the office to pick up some things before his flight left. He told me this the day before, but my survival instinct dictated that was useless information.After that, I ended up going to school. I didn't trust any of my previous decisions at that point. The funny part is that my Dad handled it so well that I wasn't embaressed by it so much as I thought it was innocently funny, so I told everyone I saw that day.

9.18.2009

Education (p.1)

This my first post that I intended to publish but the longer I spent on it the more in depth it got and the longer is became. Ultimately, I decieded that it will never be finished until I write a book, meaning I will update this and continue to post it until it's finished.

I've always been weary on the importance of education. I didn't think that college or even high school was a significant part of life. Now that I'm in college, I feel that I made the right decision in coming.However, my position on the matter remains mostly unchanged.Truly you can't trust your own interpretation of knowledge to someone else, and absolutely not to many of my teachers that I have come across.

My first inclination that the business-like, standardized education had an unsettling atmosphere was when in fifth grade Mrs.Ford's class had an Einstein "actor" come in to speak to the class about himself. In my excitement I read in preparation the only book on Einstein that was available, a fifty page Einstein biography that I eventually discovered was significantly biased. It claimed he developed the atomic bomb, whereas his research on particle physics is what prompted development, of which Einstein had no part in. Einstein always believed that "education is that which remains after after one has forgotten everything he learned in schools" Quotes in their nature are not something that aspire to be remembered. What you want is the information portrayed, not what they said. Of course you should be confident in what they said by how they said it, understand the different ways that it can be interpreted. What a shame it would be to seem a fool after recognizing a source in the first place. I digress, my point is that his words have been something of a running thought in my mind for years.

  Source: "http://www.buzzle.com/editorials/1-27-2005-64905.asp 

In my experience as well, I have learned that not enough emphasis is put on the goals of education, or where the goals of education should reside. The purpose of teaching should be to receive and gain knowlege, or to understand concepts outside of time or politics. For example, the Kansas school system's Intelligent Design education. The premis being an equal share of both ideas in an effort equate fairness. Consequently, I just read a (heavily conservative) book about the media coverage in the Obama campaign, and the idea of the Fairness Doctrine. The Fairness Doctrine is a broadcast law promoting equal air-time being given to both conservative and liberal views in a network.

Source:http://www.museum.tv/archives/etv/F/htmlF/fairnessdoct/fairnessdoct.htm                              http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2005/11/08/                         AR2005110801211.html                 

In the Fairness Doctrine, the sad truth is over-involvement of the government in commercial affairs. I do agree with the Kansas Board of Education on this (only this one time, I'm looking at you Brown v. Board). What seems to be overbearing involvement or indoctrination is the honest will of the people with the state. Despite common belief the state is in fact more powerful than the country. The definition of a state being essentially just a very large community with it's pooled goals and values. Only Federal institutions are more powerful than the state, only because it involves the state itself along with the others in the union.That's how countries should be run.  The Tenth Amendment itself claims all power is given to states unless they collectively claim that either everyone or nobody should have that power. The Eleventh Amendment even excercises the soverignity of the states by prohibiting the Federal government to prosecute individuals. This means that a criminal can jump from state to state but only be prosecuted by the state in the state in which the crime was commited. The reason you don't see criminals avoid prosecution this way is not because the borders are tighter within the states than along the intercontinental borders; the principle of extradition in which a state captures and returns the criminal to the offending state is. (the conditions of extradition vary but an example from our policy with Great Britian can be found here )In this way the state is treated like an honored kingdom, with the states paying respect to one another under no neccessary order other than their written word. And like a kingdom, it is defined by its people, whether they be laborers, artisans, or clerics. Ultimately, the view of the collective people is defined by the leader, who grew up in the environment of his people. That means the method of education in the people should not be contested by outsiders as long as the people do as they see fit for themselves. This means that the Kansas school board is not providing a diservice to it's denizens and are completely in their right to do so. They are giving an idea to counter the idea of equal importance and equal uncertainty.

Source: http://www.law.cornell.edu/anncon/

Kansas' education curriculum is not the problem. The problem is how they would implement it. As will always happen, information will eventually, under no concequence or supervision, become biased. I suspect that the will of man is not to seek truth, but to create truth; to make his will law. If someone believe that only white people are people, then you would not be told that all other people are not people, but you would never be told that all other people are people. It's the directed misinformation, or withholding of information. Such a method of education is boundless as the area becomes more desolate and inhospitable.

My purpose of learning is to make myself better. It's not to create a gap between my brothers and sisters and all my peers, but just for the sake of it. I cannot put into words how valuable the mind is. It should go without saying the our conscience is the most valuable thing that makes us human, if in fact to only thing. And just as all things grow and shrink so does the mind. However, there are oblects that can grow infinitely and creatures that can grow infinintely, such as ivy. This concept of conservation of energy/motion/forces is all the same principle, meaning whenever something changes, a change is present in the opposite direction. When plants get too big they will falter and whither. When planets get too big they become inhospitable and attract more and more until it destroyes itself.

Whether it be the same occurance happening in both directions to the same concept of nature is coincidence. I say coincidence because matter takes the absence of space, so me being here is getting rid of the nothing that I had to move to get here. I conceptualize it by thinking that the movement of space itself, the expansion of the universe, is time itself. This means that existance through space exists in space itself, almost like leaving a footprint of imprint of events. And the reason time progresses is because the event is moving farther away from the each other from the initial velocity of the event.

So there are an infininte number of events between all events being that there is a solid stream of events between event A and event B. The rotation and revolution of Earth is really more of a measurement of time than a motion of time. There are calculations however that state that the universe is moving faster than the speed of light in it's expansion.However accurate that calculation can be I predict would neccessitate existing outside of time, or travelling equally fast in a compression of space and then measuring the distance between stars to discover the speed. It is my sound belief that every aspect of the Universe is cyclical, because there has never been an occurance I have seen that contradicts that. I do say, however, that outside of reality/space-time there can be an absence of time or cycle of events. However, from any perspective in our observable realm there is a perpetual sequence.

9.16.2009

Intresting Alfred, have the maid notify my accountant

This post is to spare all the people that I'm friends with on Facebook that have to put up with all the posts that I put up. You know the kind, where you find it unique and hilarious but are beat out in comments by the video of the man on a motorcycle screaming at a cabbage patch doll.

In order of how often I visit them:

Cracked.com = the best of digg right here. You WILL learn something, my favorite site all day.

Fmylife.com= really popular. Read what whiny people have to say about their poorly handled misforutunes

the-editing-room.com= the most honest review of hundreds of popular movies witha a satirical twist

Bucketheadland.com = you will only understand if you visit.

Congradulation

To me: you started a blog, so, congradulations.