Sunday, May 31, 2009

no title

on vacation. not telling where. will be back... eventually.

Monday, May 25, 2009

Day 21

So, i'm pretty sure i failed that challenge. but whatever, now i know i am currently incapable of writing that amount.

Sunday, May 17, 2009

Day 13

alright, its term paper time. give me three days break, and i'll have a 1000 word paper on why YOU need an ipaper.

Saturday, May 16, 2009

Day 12

*post has been deleted*

Day 11.5

If you don't know already, I've set a goal to write 200 quality words, for 21 days.
No funny caption, because I'm weird like that.

Today, I am so drained that even video games are boring and a drag. I can’t work, I can’t think, I cannot do anything that involves major mental thinking. Hell, I’m surprised I’m capable of writing this thing. The important part about this is that the natural state of man is happiness, so I am quite happy. But until the drugs wear off, consider this: what can you possibly do when stimulation hurts?
Sleep is a most excellent way to work off this unusual state. You can go enter dreamland, where everything is great, even when it’s weird. The only problem occurs when you wake up, because all then you’re not in sleep, and then you’re not happy.
Shopping on the internet, especially for things you would never, ever, need, is also great. Buying things in your head is apparently very similar, brain-wise, to actually purchasing it. And then you’ll get extra happy, because buying things always makes people happy.
Eating requires very little brain exercise, and of course, keeps your jaw moving. Because keeping your jaw moving is pointless unless necessary, and when your brain is in this comatose state, moving your jaw is what you really need to do.
Yeah, so, I guess, I’m still slightly high.

Friday, May 15, 2009

Day 11

no posting today. day of rest. post double tomorrow.

Day 10

If you don't know already, I've set a goal to write 200 quality words, for 21 days.
Halfway there/like second base/that double entendre/is in bad taste BURMA SHAVE

a picture is worth a thousand words

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Day 9

If you don't know already, I've set a goal to write 200 quality words, for 21 days.
Oooohhhh.... Day 9.

After thinking about it for some time, I realized that I actually can afford to love, just not as a long term relationship. My love is like a jar of red vines. There may be a lot, and it may be awesome, but eventually that jar and lid is nothing more than a child’s medieval helmet and shield.
What do I really want? I like handholding, the hugging, the hanging out, the doing things, the laughing, the feeling of knowing someone special knows I’m special too. Isn’t life weird like that? Why does God put these strange, impractical desires in us?
Yes, we men live to have what I call “physical emotions”. Males still have emotions…I suppose. But, really, the actual touching part is what most men thrive on. Punching equals anger. Or friendship. Our physical words are subtle and confusing. Beware, she who attempts to decipher the secret code! Don’t worry, most of us don’t even try to figure out the opposite gender anyways.
Anyhow, maybe those ads that are ever present on my facebook, or almost anywhere I go, can assist me on this quest. But it is important to remember the number one rule: never hook up with someone you met online.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Day 8

If you don't know already, I've set a goal to write 200 quality words, for 21 days.
"Writing a book is a horrible, exhausting struggle, like a long bout of some painful illness. One would never undertake such a thing if one were not driven on by some demon whom one can neither resist nor understand." - George Orwell, Why I Write

We all know that piracy is wrong. It is illegal. It can land you in a lot of trouble. But many do it. Just look at the number of seeders on a popular recently released TV show. Even though piracy may not hurt anyone, and in fact increases culture everywhere. But until the networks, the studios, the movie makers can see this, the railings are in vain. That is the nature of piracy, and will remain so until greed is abolished. Yes, piracy is awesome and easy. But just because it is so, and just because so many use it, does not make it legal.
“Thievery!” the executives at the MPAA, RIAA, and whoever else opposes piracy. True, while the idea of the creation was copied, the actual experience of the thing has not been stolen. You cannot steal a concert. You cannot steal the movie experience. Why do the MPAA and the RIAA exist? They exist to make money and “protect” ideas. While I agree that stealing songs and calling them your own is wrong, copying songs should not be wrong. In reality, the two have only succeeded at the former, and certainly very little at the latter. The rules of business of changed once again.
“It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent, but the most responsive to change.” -Darwin, and for once I agree.

lots and lots of music

26 complete albums, 4 EP's, 647 songs (and counting!), 1.7 days of music, all in 3.5 GB. isn't technology great?

Day 7

If you don't know already, I've set a goal to write 200 quality words, for 21 days.
Although it appears that a day was missed, in reality I still wrote my quota, because there was no internet in the car to post it.

I cannot imagine how people function when they function differently from me. I am right handed. Seeing left handed people write messes with my head. Watching left handed pitchers throw is even stranger. But people who use the wrong hand are just the beginning of stranger people who function differently.
I can’t imagine being a much taller person than I currently am. It would frighten me. I would be too far off the ground. There’s a kid who’s only in 7th grade and he’s seven feet. Although I could probably do all sorts of awesome things, I can’t imagine being able to do those things
I also cannot imagine being gay. That is just far too weird for my tastes. Actually, let’s not go there.
I cannot imagine life when work is substituted for school. School is sadly all I’ve known. While I’ve had a few jobs here and there, they were not all I did.
I cannot imagine missing a bodily extremity. How would my balance be different? How could I hug people? Would typing still be possible?
I suppose, then, I’m happiest when I’m me. I cannot be anything different unless something drastic happens, but until then, I am who I am. Which is not God.

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Day 6

If you don't know already, I've set a goal to write 200 quality words, for 21 days.
And the days drag on.

In heaven, I like to think it will be very similar to earth. Because, of course, earth is awesome. And hopefully, almost everything will be the same. That way I can find the answer to this question: What do women want? There are several various postulations that I have come up with, and here’s a couple.
Women want children. If this were true, then everything, and I mean everything, makes sense. Women get men in order to have kids, and then get their kids to meet other kids, and get those kids to have kids so they can have grandkids. Thus, it can be safe to assume women are mostly responsible for the overpopulation of the world.
Women want to buy things. By buying clothes, make-up, shoes, etc., they find instant gratification that lasts much longer than you know what. Besides, buying stuff doesn’t require a man, unless that man is necessary for… something. The same way a hood ornament is necessary for a car. Unless there is something that woman cannot do, such as the first assumption, men will no longer be necessary and will eventually succumb to science, like all other things. Thus, it can be assumed that women are responsible for the economic crisis and the technology advances.

Day 5

If you don't know already, I've set a goal to write 200 quality words, for 21 days.
Tomorrow is mad ape day. Write everything using words that have three letters or less!

20 or 30 years ago, if I was doing what I’m doing now, I would be considered counterculture. I would be the evil kid who steals your daughters and converts your sons. I would be a punk rocker, a heroin injecting, badass kid and looked down upon because of that. Apparently, some still think my lifestyle is similar to that, apparently because of the way I walk, talk, and dress. Yes, surfing is now considered cool. However, somewhere out there, it’s likely that a small group of people still retain the Nixon era of belief. Isn’t it awesome that the majority now appears to be the rebels?
Of course, what is counterculture today? The increasingly liberal society, while perhaps morally wrong, allows for a much broader and accepting mindset. Only those who can be considered counterculture are those who challenge the rules that have stood since the beginning of mankind. Murder, assault, and rape are still taboo, even in the worst parts of the world. But a time used to be when being counterculture was cool. Being a pseudo-gangster is cool. Actually doing what breaks all the rules is not cool. Because then there will be no rules, and in a world without rules, there are no rebels.

Friday, May 8, 2009

Day 4

If you don't know already, I've set a goal to write 200 quality words, for 21 days.
It's hard out here for a writer.

Today, my parent’s small group discussed what they would feel and do after their kids grew up and went into college. It appears obvious that certain parents will keep a close eye on their kid. My parents, sadly, remained mostly silent on this subject, but I’m pretty sure they’ll let me free. But how much contact will I have after that? Biola isn’t too far from home, yet far enough to not live at home and commute each day. It seems pretty clear that the occasional weekend visit is in order, but do I really need to be calling them each day? Every other day? I assume that at the point I’m in college they’ll realize that I lead my own life.
A focal point of discussion was the planning and support that the parents could provide. As a child I was highly independent. I can make critical decisions under pressure. Every day I make sure I accomplish and complete what I need to do. But without the pressure and reminders put on by my parents, can I still maintain this level? It seems to me that most of that pressure and reminders, however, deal with household items and fulfilling other’s needs. Perhaps it is safe to conclude I’ll be fine on my own.

Thursday, May 7, 2009

Day 3

If you don't know already, I've set a goal to write 200 quality words, for 21 days. They said it was the second day that was gonna be the hardest, but they're wrong. The third day is the hardest.

Music is truly the most passive of all forms of entertainment, and yet the most energizing and emotionally moving. Music has stood for all sorts of different backgrounds, and is often associated with race or lifestyle. But how can these 12 frequencies over several octaves, combined with poetry and rhythm, have such an effect upon us? This, in my opinion, is one of the great mysteries that permeate our world.

What I also ponder is people’s taste of music. While, arguably, certain songs are always beautiful despite their “genre”, most are confined to their style and will rarely be experienced or liked by people outside of that style. Why don’t people like other people’s music if it’s not the same type as their own?

Technically, distortion effects and techno beats should have little effect on what’s being played, if each note and beat is taken directly from a different song and merely transformed into a different frequency. Yet many would never listen to the excellent productions of the Vitamin String Quartet. Surely there must be some other effect occurring in the human mind. But it seems best that we’re all slightly different and critical of other people’s music choices.

I also wonder why some people insist on producing and making music when it’s obvious they can’t. But that’s something for another day.

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Day 2

If you don't know already, I've set a goal to write 200 quality words, for 21 days. Kinda like eating a worm a day: easy enough, but still nasty.

I will say it now: I think I will remain single for a long time. Aside from the romantic love feeling part, I find it necessary and practical to not love completely. I simply don’t have time for love. I don’t have money for love. And I expect this to be the same until after college, at which point I will serve in the Army. The chance of death is possible. I’d just end up hurting people. If romantic comedies serve any purpose to me, it’s to show how awful these things come out.
This isn’t to say I’m against love. It’s just not practical for me. I have, as I suppose everyone does, a tiny romantic person inside of me. Surely everyone does something to attract the opposite sex at this age, even if they’re not quite ready for or willing to love. And others try to attract a little too much, which can be pretty obvious someone’s desperate.
As for whether I go against all things practical, as love usually does, I can’t possibly imagine what I would do with a girlfriend. Anything a girl could morally provide can currently be found via other methods. Except, maybe, hugs and kisses.

100th post. Free ice cream for all.

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Day 1

If you don't know already, I've set a goal to write 200 quality words, for 21 days. Sounds easy, but try doing this alongside all of my homework.

I will admit, I am by no means highly competitive. However, this was not always the case. When I was young, winning was very important. It usually came easily, too, because the only competition available was often my little brother who lacked both skill and decorum. So, as a result, I often expected everything else to be quite similar. Tae-kwon-do was a skill easily perfected, excepting the mock sparring, in which I merely placed high enough and relied on the technical precision of form memorization. Swimming too was usually won, although there was no real prize or glory, just a few ribbons with your name on it, thus making that sport unimportant. But when competing against those significantly larger, faster, and stronger, I was often frustrated and angry. But something has been altered.
I find now that I enjoy the sport for the sake of the sport. It makes no difference whether I achieve victory or not. It remains more important on whether I keep plugging away. At the same time, I tend to shy away from contests. If there is outside pressure for me to perform, I see no need to follow their direction. I make my own paths, with my own power, because I choose to.

Monday, May 4, 2009

4200 words

setting a goal for myself: write 200 words. every day. for 21 days. content will vary, but at least it will be a good exercise. oh, and it has to be quality writing. no blurbs. nothing cited or quoted. must be original. must have good grammar. everything will be posted here. wish me luck. or take the challenge with me. i start tomorrow.

one or the other

am i just highly influential, or do i just have great ideas? either way, i win.