9:24 p.m.

Monday, Oct. 31, 2005

Weaned Days

Happy pagan holiday. Celebrate the harvest, oh children, of acquired candy treats. Even when you're a kid, bitesize is not sizely enough. Kingsize, that's the house all the kids fall in love with.

Halle...Hallo...Happy day.

11:04 p.m.

Sunday, Oct. 30, 2005

All bish am-imany

Is it the season or is it just me? Could I be more prophetic in announcement; a spotlight at my feet directed upon the face telling the world me, me, me, but I refuse to be looked at in the eye.

I know, seriously, so dark. And just to announce my change of reading material. Hot damn I gotta do it in style...in style of mope! Not-smiling, it's the new shrug.

In case you pay attention to my current reading I post in my profile under (whatcha eatin' under there?) books or something of the reading bound paged items space. I like my paper SM: solid with a matte finish. I could write an epic story just based on the fact that I go off on unnecessary but furiously worthwhile tangents. Worthwhile like a ladybug that leads you to a half eaten bar of fresh sidewalk chocolate, pre-melted stage. Mmmm, gritty.

So, I finished reading The Hobbit last week. That was my bus time and general out of house reading. I enjoyed the book, story, but found the reading to feel kinda thrown together in relation to the Lord of the Rings series. Maybe that was due to the edition of the book I have; it might be an abridged version. I want all the words, thank you. The book was free, though, from when my researcher was living with me this past summer. I got a couple books off her.

My new reading is Veronika Decides to Die by Paulo Coelho. I've read his book The Alchemist, which I really enjoyed twice through. I bought this book a couple months back, around the beginning of this semester. So far I am enjoying it as a quick read that keeps me entertained at school and on the bus and is a break from study type readings.

Also, in my reading recently started is a present from Jas: The Problem of Pain by C.S. Lewis. Hong damb, I'm still reading the Chronicles of Narnia, just started The Silver Chair, and now I'm snuggling up to some more Lewis.

That's all I got to say about that, for now.

4:56 p.m.

Tuesday, Oct. 25, 2005

Bookmark of Night

Apparently I'm too lazy to make posts, but I am happy to take a flurry of pictures. Check my flickr. The link is underlined, as usual.

9:03 p.m.

Monday, Oct. 24, 2005

Sealand Creature Comforting

A Sunday ago, the previous of this Sunday just past, I had an interesting day. Actually, my days have been getting more interesting as I have been getting up and out earlier, allowing for more to happen, as I suppose. My main weekend plans are to go to a coffee shop and study for most of the day. The bulk of this studying has been reading for my philosophy of the mind class which has dense yet interesting readings. As I read I remind myself that I do not have to understand every part of it, some of it will be discussed in class and I can go over the reading again later. Having been out of taking philosophy classes I dove back into study. On this particular Sunday I was sitting in a coffee shop I'd only been to once before over a year ago and sat reading a printed out article refuting physicalism with an argument about zombies.

I had sat for a couple hours reading through the article, sometimes wandering off in thought about where I'd like to go eat, where I could get a good sandwich-having a craving for a reuben. Only a couple pages left of the maybe 10 page article, including notes at the end, an older woman and someone who may or may not have been related to her but was playing role of caretaker sat next to me. It sounded like the older woman was insisting on doing things but the other woman would insist that she'll carry the coffees over, get the sandwiches, etc. and asked the older woman to go ahead and stay seated. At one point the older woman must have spilled something as I heard her insisting to clean up the mess while the other woman insisted that she need not clean it up and to leave the mess alone. But the older woman insisted that she needed to clean it up. Then out of the corner of my eye I made out many grains of salt making their way off the table and onto the floor, missing the hand the woman held beside the table to catch the few stray grains that obeyed her opposite hand sweeping the mess towards the cupped hand, which, as I said, caught very little. It was like when you go to the beach and get sand in your shoes, then when you go home or at least away from the beach take off your shoes and dump out the sand. Tiny grains pouring out and it doesn't stop. Pat pat, more sand. Slowing, slowing; pat pat, more sand. Doesn't end, so you just give up. Anyway your arms are tired and there's a cold juice box awaiting you in the fridge.

Something like that, what appeared to be spilled sugar-and a lot of it-poured down with each sweeping of the older woman's left hand. Finally she stopped, possibily heading the pleas of her caretaker. Maybe she had cleaned up the mess. Either way the next item I noticed was her furitive eating and drinking. An image of her shoving sandwich bites in with one hand in between sips of coffee in short intervals came into my head. My peripheral vision afforded me luxery of noting how often she lifted her coffee cup to have a sip, put down the cup, then immediatly hoist it for another quick whetting. It was all going down and it was all going down now! I don't remember how my grandmother, the mother of my mother, used to eat, in case you were wondering. Often I'd go with my mother on her visits every Sunday to take her mother out for an early dinner-probably regular time for grandma-as well to check up on her mom.

Finally, as my hunger set in and I had finished the article I organized my papers and zipped open my bag to put away my folder, spiral bound paper, pen, and pencil. As I did this the woman observed my actions and responded with a deeply voiced conviction, "That's a good bag!" Slowly I looked up at her, then down at my bag, then back at her clenching her fist and flexing arm in a physical description as she repeated, "a good bag." "Uhhh, thanks!" I responded. She then digressed into saying things I couldn't quite understand except for mulitiple repeats of "that's a good bag" with arm flexing motion. The whole time I smiled and agreed with her, hoping I wasn't entering some verbal contract to personally pick out the best head of iceberg lettuce for her every Sunday in the morning market. While the older woman talked her caretaker, who by this time I reasoned to be the daughter, would cut in with, "yeah, I don't think he made it, probably bought it at a store," her mother replying, "still a good bag," then recounted stories about walking all over Korea and Vietnam or China with such a bag. I'm guessing these were her memories, but I wondered if she was suggesting I take the bag on such an expedition. Maybe she knows I like walking and can do so at length.

As she had talked I was organizing myself, put on and zipped up my hoodie, then put my headphones around my neck. Seeing that I was preparing to leave, the older woman said, "oh, I scared him away, I've scared him off." "No," I replied, "I've got to leave now." I should have specified that I was in search of an awesome sandwich. Anyway, her daughter repeated my words that I had to leave and the older woman then wished me a good day, and I back to her. A good day was wished to me by her daughter, and I to her as well, then the older woman wished me a good day again. I smiled, thanked, and waved my hand along with a vocal 'good-bye.'

Out the door my feet set in a walking motion that paused only for street lights as I spent over an hour in search for a reuben sandwich. Must include saurkraut and side of fries.
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That was most of the day portion of the Sunday. In the evening I went to see The Banans, This Bike is a Pipe Bomb, and Defiance Ohio. Awesome show. I may write about that next before another set of excitement hits my life and I write about that, the show a mere blip in my life. Well, two LPs, one of each from the latter bands, preserve the memory. Rockingness!

8:02 a.m.

Thursday, Oct. 20, 2005

Laryngitis of the hands

Birth of the Bab, today! I know!

Who's the bab? I did all the research, in a minute or less, that you'll need: The Bab.

If you want to see an image search on the term "Birth of the Bab," you get pictures of girls hula dancing. Celebrations abound.

It is also Bela Lugosi's birthday. I know Dracula: ewww, germs. It's fun to narrate pictures.

I missed Person's Day this past Tuesday, the 18th, though. Canada, I am not doing my duty, as a person. I am sorry.

11:46 p.m.

Tuesday, Oct. 18, 2005

Thumbs, Bums, anything to stick in the air

See the photos that have been mentioned by the man who leads you up the mountain every Sunday from 3-6am, Chris Killimanjaro.

Oddy approves.

12:01 a.m.

Sunday, Oct. 16, 2005

Whole Beaned

BLT-C. I have ammended the classic BLT (bacon, lettuce, tomato) sandwich combination with cheese! Theoretically, though, as I have not yet attempted such a creation, but thought of it as I was free-associating in my head while hanging up the tee-shirt and thermal I wore today. Has no one yet conceived of this wonderful delight of the imaginative pallate? Upon short sighted speculation, probably not.

You see, the genius starts in the name. I have added a C, which stands for "cheese." Some could argue that the C could mean "cheddar," but this would only be a suggestion of a type of cheese. Other ludicrous suggestions are possible, such as the C standing for cat, but these are easily shot down. I mean, who'd want to eat a sandwich with a cat in it? Shurly the feline would scratch your eyes out before you could attempt a bite. It's a fact, cats don't like to be between two slices of bread-not even toasted bread-at any given time.

So, as I have developed a fine creation of experimental beauty yet to be experimented, controlled, and eaten. That is the scientific method...of hunger! Soon enough my idea may be in leagues of real developed sandwich items as the tuna melt and the delightful reuben. When you check out those links, ahem, tasty links, you get bonus points for the 'open face' reference to the tuna picture.

Once again I have ended the thoughts of tonights thinking, for now.

10:52 p.m.

Wednesday, Oct. 12, 2005

Einstein, mastering physics slogans

Remember when I asked what happened to Rick Moranis a couple months ago? Haven't stopped thinking about it...good!

Then you too know he's made a country album. The link that is suppose to preview the album doesn't work, at least for me, and I'm itching to hear some Moranian country songing. When, oh when shall I be able to hear Rick Moranis sing in country stylings?

Answer: relatively soon in relation to my lifetime. Relativity- it's not just family anymore.

Relativity- determining who got more chocolate pudding since 1905.

Relativity- turn off the damn light!

8:16 p.m.

Saturday, Oct. 08, 2005

Little Bits of Melted Happy

Keyword search blessing:

super secret pizza party wet hot american

If you understand the reference then you'll see why I'm ecstatic (by the way, I'm ecstatic)at having an off-hand visit by the search term. Somebody wanted something Wet, Hot, and American. Finally, at least in my head, I've made the word "American" sound dirty.

Heh heh. Man saunters out of closet stroken long, ill-kempt beard, wearing a dirty soccer shirt, white shorts (also dirty), and brown sandals (dirty maybe, but just ugly). Other than his clothes he too looks like a rare visitor of soap and or water. Ripe for the moment, like his odor, he exisits for moments like these. Dirty man exit closet stroking beard muttering, "heh heh." It's about time.

11:37 p.m.

Friday, Oct. 07, 2005

On Coming of Winter Please

I must have hit some special point. My guestbook has been hit with spam. Mix with mayonaise for a sandwich, add to mac and cheese, click here for pharmaceuticals in another language...spam!

I don't remember the last time I posted pictures on my flickr site, but I've done it again. New Photos up. What can I say, I'm impressionable. L. Stella (the mountain man himself) prompted me to add more pictures. Much to my surprise I did.

So far on my lovely Friday night I have watched Suburbia followed by High Fidelity and am now ten minutes into Better Off Dead. All on one cassette! That's how I have most of my movies. 3 movies usually fit on one tape, this I have found. Visual mix tape!

I have a weekend of philosophy mid-terms. If you are interested I'll let you know "What Mary Didn't Know," according to Frank Jackson.

10:29 p.m.

Monday, Oct. 03, 2005

Pogo Logo Peggo Medulla

Milk Sausage. At the moment that sounds refreshing and filling, a morning time of delicious. However, sausage is traditionally served warm, cooked, and milk cold. I like my milk cold at least. Frigid if possible. So, this creation can only delight my imagination so far. Imaginatively, I am a fat bloke who can run amazingly fast and leap whole cherry pies before devouring them.

Now I have an imaginative tummy-ache.

Have I mentioned my recent uptake of the jogging? Well, if I have not, have it known that I have. That is I had. See, for one of my current classes, on the psychology of stress, a requirement is to take up an exercise program then take note of the results. To my own surprise I followed active suit and began jogging, along with prior/post stretching and pushups. By week two I was doing 25 minutes of jogging without stop, pause, or mid-air spins. I found this to be a good thing for someone who hasn't exercised in near two years or so, although I am a rather skinny fellow (ahem, 5'7" [guessing] and wavering from 115-117lbs.)(I tried converting these numbers into metrics, but I don't know which 'measures' to use, at least I think kg's are used for weight...USA! USA! USA!).

So, I decided to take the jogging easy, or what I figured was easy, considering my limbs hadn't been used in such a vigorous manner in a long while. The jogging was going well and I was enjoying myself; I forget that I enjoy running. Heck, if I practiced I could be a decent runner. Anyhow, last week I gained a friendly knee injury that has lasted till now. This happened last Wednesday, so I stopped jogging to allow recuperation, but the hurting didn't stop-well, on my downstep, not like a constant throbbing pain-so I figured I'd try to jog anyway. I thought maybe I was being lazy. The knee is fine, go for the gold.

Ahhh, no. I've turned the lower-case argh into a capital A Argh. Aggrivated the mending process. Oops. So, looks like jogging will stop. But I need to do some exercise and I already walk a lot, plus walking don't get my heart thumping except when cars almost hit me because taking the time to stop and look for pedestrians AND cars is...some sarcastic comment (this doesn't happen often, though, since I'm very careful looking out for cars; still, every street crossing I feel like I'm tossing dice).

I'm thinking bicycle. Leg movement. Heart thumping. Bicycles are fun. Though, what stopped me from doing this before was the higher chance of being hit by a car. Still, not wanting to go anywhere to exercise and desiring physical movement that's more than walking, bicycle sounds well.

Otherwise, I'm hopping.

11:44 p.m.

Saturday, Oct. 01, 2005

Torridly hot

What's up Lady Stella? Lady starts his radio show tonight-morning-day. Go to KDVS and click on the listen live link at 3am (pacific time) when his show starts (or before, or anytime) or you can download the show later. I think KDVS archives all the shows for at least one week after it is live. For once I am considering the greatness of having an mp3 player so that I can download Lady's (amongst other fine KDVS shows) and listen at my leisure. Tonight I'm going to try and listen live, but hot damn that 3am-6am spot will be hard to be a weekly morning fan. Although, that sounds fun...hmmmm.

We'll see how I do. Otherwise be sure I'm keeping my ears to KDVS. While you are at it, check out other shows because there is something for just about everyone. KDVS has fans all around the world. How many languages can you say "awesome" in?

Answer: Many.

Here is also a link, for those who didn't catch it on L. Stella's diary (I missed it weeks ago, d'oh), to his Killimanjaro side: Shining Mt. Hours. Like that picture...yeah, that's my handywork.

From here to the fiery twinklers.

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