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The Wild Frontier Of The Internet

Well, the internet is a crazy place. I have some things to say about it. If you're spending any large amount of your free time, or other time for that matter, on the internet, it is highly likely that you are a member of some kind of internet community. Maybe even a few. Internet communities are great places for information, but they are also filled with some of the worst kinds of people. People who do not engage in normal social interactions find the internet to be a great place to "be somebody," and often times they take this to the extreme: they "be somebody" other than who they actually are in real life.

I try to be myself on the internet and it works quite well. No, I have not constructed some invincible internet persona that I use as a medium to tell tall and legendary tales. Some people do this. A lot of people actually, do this. In fact, I don't even tell many tales of my real life on the internet, to internet users. I feel like that's a perfect way to spread misinformation, which is something I am vehemently against. If you know me, you already know this though. The internet is just as good for information as it is for lies. By and large, this internet is pretty accepting. If you cannot exist happily in some dark corner out here, there's really no hope for you. If you manage to alienate everyone on the internet who you happen to meet, you are lost and I do not know how to help you.


Blogger is still fucking up. It's fucking up in a different way now (you may notice that my text is being eaten by the menu on the right). This is bound to happen once in a while. It's a free service that is mostly awesome, though.

I travel back to that from whence I came

In an effort to reclaim what I have lost through time
Time has been misused, but can still be retreated
I can make a change, and stand firmly before the gusts of ignorance that try to blow me down

Blogger is fucking up.

For real

The Hurricane

The hurricane came to our town and left us with shreds of everything that made this place home. It took our shelter into itself, and spit it back out, useless. It ate the souls of men by the score. Our livestock numbers were reduced greatly; some of the animals that were not sucked into the tempest were rendered useless by the poison it took with it from the refinery it had visited before it came to us. Nature had never been so cruel to our people before. We were left with nothing that resembled our lives prior to the event, and we did not have nearly enough resources to rebuild even the shoddiest habitats. Our existence may as well have ended. Some of us envied those who perished in the storm. Others were not envious, but just sad because so many of their family members were taken from them. There were a few who were out of touch with the whole mess. These folk attempted to carry on with life, pretending that nothing happened. One cannot use a water pump that is in pieces, especially not when the supply it is connected to has been fouled by this storm, a storm that left behind everything bad and took everything good.

Our shattered people were coming to grips with the truth: by the next full moon, there would be even less of us than there were now. By the next harvest--there would be no next harvest. No food, and no one to plant for the next season. Some people were very bitter. All of our religious leaders had died during the catastrophe. Some had even taken their lives prior to, sensing that all would be lost.

There was a village just south of where we lived. A scout climbed to the top of the highest point of our lands and confirmed what we suspected. It was true, this village had been untouched by the storm. Now we had to do what must be done. But what was it that had to be done?

Some seriously ill shit.

http://www.dallasobserver.com/Issues/2005-06-16/news/feature_print.html

 

These pictures I have taken in the last few days:

They are being taken on an Olympus D-490 digital camera. It's five years old. I want a new one. Here are two that I am looking at:

The lesser: Canon Powershot A510



The greater: Canon Powershot A95

A spider! 

A fly! 

Thanks Picasa 

A few more flowers (5) 

A few more flowers (4) 

A few more flowers (3) 

A few more flowers (2) 

A few more flowers 

Hey, what is up flowers outside that I do not know the name of because I am not very good with flowers just yet 

Hey, what is up day-old whole wheat pita bread on a plate 

Hey, what is up Noah's hand with some rays of light shining through it 

Hey, what is up Burt's Beeswax Lip Balm 

Hey, it's been a while since I have blogged!

I'm working again. Same shit, different location.

Some things I will do this summer:

• Make my arms strong enough to support the entire weight of my body for a good length of time.
• Purchase a nice digital camera and take beautiful pictures with it.
• Dispel some of the myths I have learned over the years about life, the innate differences between sexes (believe me, this would sound a lot less strange if I explained it), and other things. All in all, this should give me a sliver of enlightenment and make me a better person.
• Learn, always learn. Read a lot. But more than reading, doing. I want to make myself stronger academically, but not in a classroom setting necessarily, as I do not really plan on registering for summer classes. I know I can do this, because I am me.
• Perform the kinds of recreational activities that give me lasting memories and change me for the better both physically and otherwise.
• Listen to new music, see new music being performed (I am already pretty far into both of these. I am enjoying Black Eyes and Liars very much, and their music is exactly what I want right now.)
• Reflect on what I believe is a major folly of humanity: the overwhelming majority's perception that we are something significantly greater than the other biological entities that exist on this planet. We are no better than the sea lion, and our basic needs are not that much different. We are also not too much prettier than they are. If people were naked more often, they would see how much they resembled every other thing on this planet. One of the main things that seperates "man" from "beast" is clothing. I'd like to organize some kind of nudity thing, but I do not know how well it would be received, how successful it would be, and most importantly, I do not know if it is something I really want to do. It might be absolutely wrong. I still believe that clothing is one of the things that is blinding man from the truth about his existence.

Ha-ha, look at all that pseudo-intellectual bullshit I wrote. Sorry, but that's how I feel right about things right now.

Quantum science is way cool.

Ha Ha

Boing Boing: World's Worst Excerpt -- The Least Healthy Diet: Breatharianism

Useff showed me a cool looking new visual style 

Ink!

Where there is ink, we can find the most valuable portions of man's brain.

Horrors behind my eyes

Sleep is usually a good thing. Not only does it replenish energy, organize thoughts, and give you something to do for about eight hours, but there is also a chance that your subconscious mind will cook up some wonderful fantasy for you. One of the most terrible things that can happen is for that fantasy to be twisted into a horror. In dreams I have seen things worse than I have ever seen in real life. Catastrophes so great in scale, with so much death and suffering that they make even the worst current events seem like normal occurences. To make it worse, I experience them all firsthand as they happen. This doesn't happen too often, but it has been happening with greater frequency over the last month. Luckily, in most of these nightmares there is some shred of hope. I do believe that if something terrible were to happen to man as a species, there would be some shred of hope in most cases. Something has to survive!

Creationism: God's gift to the ignorant

Here is an interesting article about creationism, which is now commonly disguised as "intelligent design theory." The author, Richard Dawkins, discusses how intelligent design theorists love to take scientists' quotes out of context, and then how they use these quotes against the scientists in a very ignorant way. Funny/sad/interesting.

Creationism: God's gift to the ignorant - Weekend Review - Times Online

Animals and us: Close encounters

If you've been hanging around me lately, you may have noticed that I do a lot of talking about primates other than humans. Namely, Chimpanzees and Bonobo Monkeys. Here is a timely interview with Jane Goodall, who is very famous for her research and study of chimps.

New Scientist Animals and us: Close encounters - Opinion

"But Jesus made me, so he should save me from pity, sympathy, and idiots discussing me; Yes, I am a freak, and nothing can make good of the bad that's been done"

-Morrissey, "November Spawned A Monster" (live)