the smaller universe

dude

Wed, 20 Feb 2008 06:55:34 GMT

i don't remember half of these posts down there below this one...

do you know how much trouble i went through to get this post up here?

Wed, 20 Feb 2008 06:49:45 GMT

whence searching for an e-mail from the blood of my parents, who decided that he needed to know something about one of those entertainment industry people who are so pervasive out there on the west coast and would be needing this information from a former cohort and more who went west seeking her fortune in the nearly-endless vaults that is hollywood, and there it was. an e-mail. stating that i had an e-mail. from a certain someone who blogged the life she had upon the fickle throws of this (sometimes crunchy and sometimes sweet) intrawub. who i haven't talked to in one or more years. who is now probably reading this while turning her mousey-colored chin-length hair akimbo and ponders the meaning of myself blogging a journal when the terse little reply to her e-mail that is not an e-mail was simply "pwnd". the reason, fair (now un) maiden is the wildest of dreams imaginable: simply, that if i went through as much trouble as i did in trying to remember that friggin' magic word which would let me read such a correspondence from the once acquaintance and friend, i might as well write something for the once and future friend to find whence (that is the second whence in one message, i do think myself ever so clever) she logs her computer on to this balmy ip in this small corner of the vast intrawub.

my life, for the past period of uncommunication, has been nippy upper 60's, but without any wind, and most of the time with a frisbee. my school (graduation is still a dream of the middle of next year's horizon) is kicking my proverbial butt in the least proverbial way one can imagine. Crazy dispensationalists sometimes grace our fair campus with there overly cheezy and sentimental style, but for the large part of the time, the complaints are still kept to the lack of a certain seed because of a great (perceived) abundance of the faithful kind of that same seed (the hotdogs are still suffering).

(interesting how i can write a long journal entry and yet still not seem to find the time to even start that 4 to 5 page paper looming over my thursday morn'.)

i tire of this gas-expelling brain-emptying rattling of my keyboard, and i tire of this day, it has been far, far too long. for all of you that really want to make sense of any of this, my cell-phone number has remained steady, even as my faith has been shaken.

Mulholland Drive

Sat, 14 Jan 2006 15:45:25 GMT

Once upon a time an art student wanted to do a project in which he or she decides to walk all the way down Mulholland Drive and takes pictures of anything that he or she sees and write a story about the people that he or she meets. He or Shee then realizes that no one actually walks anywhere in LA and decides that being a manager at starbucks isn't so bad after all.

THE END

Readings for the week...

Thu, 15 Dec 2005 16:30:42 GMT

So, somehow i was browsing imdb and came across Zombiegeddon. and, um, well. that is just awesome.

but what i really wanted to post about was the book of enoch. lots of fun things there. this is just an extension of my non biblical references (gnostic texts)to the bible search i have been doing lately. don't ask me why.

speaking of biblical things, here is a guide on how to talk with christians (if you have to (thank you anne coulter...))

Wed, 07 Dec 2005 16:52:54 GMT

i have found my new religion.
http://www.livejournal.com/users/normallife/69386.html
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flying_Spaghetti_Monsterism

my former religion was absurdism, but i realized, that this is even more absurd than that. (of course, if i were a true absurdist, i would be christian...)

Mon, 05 Dec 2005 19:16:44 GMT

Bill O'Reilly wrote an advice book for kids. am i the only one that says, "WHAT THE FUCK?!?!"
i mean, this guy is sleazzzy, he has a whole sex scandal thing that happened to him, and he writes an advice book for children? his job is to put forward his own twisted view of the world as much as possible by twisting what other people say, is that someone you want advising your children? he has also been on the air for eleven years! *sigh*

Fri, 18 Nov 2005 07:52:30 GMT

i wish i could show you how beautiful you really are. i wish to show you a world that is different than the one you have known. when one starts from what you have been through, it is not a great wonder why you think the way you do. imagine a world where love really happens, and people care for each other, enjoy each other for who they are, not what they contribute to yourself. saul williams said, "talk to strangers...and when you finally take the time to see what they’re about/perhaps you find they’re lonely or their wisdom trips you out." i would like to create such a world, and i think i will start today, at this very moment of realization. it isn't often one has an epiphany.

(maria will be so happy.)

Wed, 16 Nov 2005 17:18:39 GMT

so, i was writing an e-mail, cause one of my church of christer friends is absolutely convinced that i am going to hell. i wrote her this back, among other things. it isn't great, but it is kinda interesting.

the problem with christians is they forgot how to be nice to people and want to try and control everything. jesus wasn't after abortion, homosexuals, prayer in school, evolution, supreme court reform, etc, he came around to try and get everyone to help each other and get along. until christians stop being judgmental pricks and start being actual christians, then we can talk about hell. but, quite frankly, where everyone else is going after they die is their friggin business; leave it at that and go help some homeless people or something. if the bible is right, (and you seem to think it is, as many contradictions as it has) then god is gonna come around and separate the people that helped people from the people that didn't, and i don't think pat robertson and his fundamentalist cronies are gonna be with the sheep, if you know what i am saying. if you remember, jesus said that it is really hard for rich people to get into heaven, so all those christians should be out trying to give away a crapload of their money to make sure they don't go to the eternal place of pain and suffering, right? instead they by escalades and hummers. (seems to me they don't really believe all that much stuff about it, what about you?) actions speak louder than words, and most of the actions by the higher level of christians don't really seem to be all that christian to me. how can you not support abortion but then support bombing people in iraq? i can understand supporting both, or not supporting both, but picking? come on. love your neighbor as yourself, no? it wasn't just your next door neighbor, it was every single person on this earth.

Mon, 14 Nov 2005 20:09:48 GMT

you can play quicktime stuff full screen using itunes! you can play quicktime stuff full screen using itunes! you can play quicktime stuff full screen using itunes!

ok, ok, maybe it isn't that big of a deal.

Idiot America

Mon, 14 Nov 2005 18:39:17 GMT

http://templeofpolemic.proboards42.com/index.cgi?board=theo&action=print&thread=1130126466

the most important article i have read about america lately. it states a lot of what i have felt, but haven't been able to put into words. and, if you "don't have time" to read the whole thing, just read the second half. (any of you creationists out there will have to skip some of the first half anyways)

what i would like to do with my life....

Thu, 27 Oct 2005 02:24:53 GMT

i would like to combine live, improvized music with visuals that are actively created via computer program or person using a computer. not just using though, interacting, creating shapes, designs, ideas as the music gives it to them. and the while, the musicians should react to the graphics in a way that contributes. you would need a whole lot of brilliant, creative, and utterly crazy people to do something like this. also, maybe someone live-mixing the music through chaospads, loop pedals, and other forms of electronic manipulation. (radiohead does this with one of their songs; they loop thom york's voice and actively distort, delay, and basically screw with it)

now, what does one need to do to create one's reality? i need people that are interested in creating a hyper-reality (personal definition: a reality in which everything seems to hav some meaning beyond what it actually is. a reality that actively reacts to your thoughts, actions and creations.) of sound and light that will overwelm the very people that are creating them. maybe i can do it myself? who knows...

there is a dj who actively mixes "noise" electronic music and has visuals that react in real time as he is playing.

but, i don't want to do just that, i would like to be part of an art collective. a bunch of super intellegent creative people working together and making highly creative and intelligent things.

i really don't know what i want to do with my life.

Mon, 17 Oct 2005 02:07:21 GMT

ah, yes. the journal that i never ever write in. supposidly, it is good to write, to put things down, to give it all fun funkyness with the pen. i never figured it out. it might have something to do with the way i see drawing. if i draw three lines, and you (the audience) says it is a tree, and i meant to draw a tree, haven't i accomplished my goal? likewise, if i write a paragraph, and you (the audience) says it is a paragraph, haven't i accomplished my goal? (that made a whole lot more sence before i wrote it down... (maybe this is helping?))

go listen to the anniversary, neutral milk hotel, the dirty projectors and minus the bear. why? because it just might change your life.

in other worlds, pot is helping to regrow brain cells.

Fri, 27 May 2005 05:37:20 GMT

oh, and i am going to fiji. really. i am not making that up.

pictures!

Fri, 27 May 2005 05:36:11 GMT

another flickr update

the link is down there somewhere, and i am lazy.

PK VID! EVERYONE WATCH IT!

Wed, 11 May 2005 18:07:22 GMT

here it is....with me...and a few other people...

http://p202.ezboard.com/furbanfreeflowfrm27.showMessage?topicID=3284.topic

watch and enjoy

rambles in my clothes from picking the framboisas

Tue, 10 May 2005 05:54:04 GMT

this is really one of those posts that no one should read. but, i wrote the damn thing, so might as well post it. go somewhere else, jump off a building, rack yourself on a rail, i know i did, tonight actually.

i was thinking today, and that always seems to be more dangerous than it should be. i was thinking about art, (ask any artist, and they will tell you this is a mistake) and how art seems to derive from the social norms of the times. but, i was thinking it might actually be the opposite. the more disjointed, fractured, and surreal art become the more we are disjointed, fractured and surreal. so, what if, art does not create itself from society, but actually creates society? this would explain how people think over the ages. in midevil times people painted pictures of saints and jesus a lot cause that is how it explained itself best. now, we paint pictures of all kinds of things that we don't know what they are.

so, if art creates our exsistance, well, that is just cool, right?

jumper of things!

Fri, 06 May 2005 17:36:13 GMT

wow. look how long it is. but, i screwed myself over. i think i said something about not ever updating ever again, which of course means the exact opposite. amazing how that works, isn't it?

so, i was on the bus last night, and i decided to take a picture of a girl sitting accross from me. after getting her permission, i took a couple, and one turned out really, really, well; except for a little bluryness. it was so good i still uploaded it to my flickr account though. she gave me her e-mail so i could send her the pic, but it didn't work, so we will see if she ever gets it.

i will be heading back to tennessee in early june. thankfully, i have an amazing friend who is comming to get me, so it won't be too bad of a trip. plus, i have bonnarroo right afterwards, and that will be interesting, yes, yes it will. i am not looking forward to humidity and mowing lawns again.

my flickr account is.......... http://www.flickr.com/photos/spawnofloki/

well

Thu, 03 Mar 2005 12:09:25 GMT

i am off. going to france. i will drink some wine, and eat some cheeze and bread for you all. i haven't slept tonight, nor do i plan to, cause quite frankly, i am trying to get used to france time. and right now, in france, it is 1pm, and that is usually when i get up here. i got powerbars, a really nice new camera, new merrells, and a stuffed bag. quite frankly, i am laughing at you all. haha. ha. ha.

I HAVE FOUND IT

Wed, 23 Feb 2005 10:06:43 GMT

"its good to be good" said with a bostonian accent from the mouth of a 250 pound black man as i was hugging him. true story, and i enjoy telling it. so maybe sometime if you ever see me again i can reitterate it to you.

the dresden dolls! the dresden dolls! the dresden dolls! (click the fucking link already!) are amzing, so i have dubbed them, and so they shall be. take, crazy drumbs, crazy piano, crazy hair, painted faces, and there you go. dresden dolls are amazing. mostly because their lead singer casts such a shadow of personallity that it reminds me of what life should be. i just spent the last hour or so watching their videos, listening to their music, reading that damned blog that reminds me of rachel and going "wow" over and over agin. gives you hope for the world. "life as it should be. all friends, all art, all music, all love, all the time." (arogantly stolen from their blog)

this always happens. i get to a point where i just can't bring myself to listen to any more music that i have. then, when i have given up, i find someone new, who leads to someone new, who leads to someone new, and my life is full once again. a few more that everyone should know about, while i am at it.
matson jonestwo cellos, bass, drums. what more do you need?
cat poweryes, yes. another artsy girl singing sadly about stuff. interesting how that is my favorite type of music lately.
underworld their song "moaner" exspecially. i go off everytime that frickin song comes around the playlist, which isn't that often, to tell you the truth.

kinda reminds me of love as described in the fischerspooner video sweetness: you keep saying to yourself, maybe this is the one, or this one, and just as you have given up hope, it hits you. *bang* isn't it true though? looking for a girl is one of the more pointless things you can do with yourself, quite frankly. they aren't going to like you unless they like you anyways, so whatever. the hard part is just giving up, not caring, not even waiting, just float. then one day, it will hit you, and down you go again.

giving up, yeah, that's what i need.

i am going to france in very few days, and i haven't even begun to think about it yet.

i might go to costa rico and work on an organic farm for a while. why? why not? frickin trip to costa rico is why, the why not is 9 hour days of sweating a lot. we will see, we will see.

william lamson, ward churchill

Wed, 09 Feb 2005 09:04:59 GMT

a link! a link to pictures! go listen to some sigur ros and look at these pictures. william lamson it has been a while since i have been blown away by simple pictures, and this guy is doing it over and over and over again. for other great pictures, you should check out mike perkowitz's site.

also, a professor here at cu is being attacked by the right for an essay he wrote almost four years ago. you can read the essay here. now, they are using this as an excuse to undermine the first amendment, change the way professor's get tenure, and basically say "oh, look how liberal the universities are! we have to do something before we actually start saving the environment or caring!"

also, i have been thinking about sex.........education. (did i get ya?) right now, the right are giving millions of dollars to school districts to support abstinence only sex ed classes. now, not that i think abstinence is a bad thing, rather the opposite (doesn't mean i do it, but we aren't discussing that now) but no matter how much you tell kids to not have sex, some of them will. it is inevitable. now, if they don't know to use a condom or birth control, they are going to get crazy std's and pregnant and stuff. the right are saying that we shouldn't teach kids about that stuff cause then they will have lots of sex. but, the way i figure it, teenagers want to hump like bunnies as much as possible, and you can't stop them all. (the average age for an american to lose their virginity is 16, by the way. that means some much earlier, 14, 13, even 12) so, how can you stop it? quite frankly, you can't, and by the numbers in schools where abstinence only education was happening, stds and teen pregnancies were higher than in other places. what does the right think? god only knows, and apparently george bush is him...

good quote by my roommate: "it takes less faith to believe that jesus walked on water than it does to believe that george bush will pull us out of the economy slump . in fact, it even takes less faith to believe that george bush will walk on water!"

lovely lovely nothing at all...

Tue, 01 Feb 2005 11:53:06 GMT

maybe it is becaue it is almost five in the morning, but i just listened to a whole recording of a guy calling krispy cream to talk about how good the one doughnut was that he had. if you want to befuddle your sences, it is found here. goodness knows why i do the things that i do.

and what makes you think that i can care?

so i was thinking about backhandsprings, and i think i could do one, just gotta wait til this saturday, and strech a lot. go to the church of the narcissist, the gym. but, i can do lots more in my head that i can do in real life. (meta physics anyone?) then, when i go to do said manuever, i can't get my head around it. in my le parkour the biggest obstical is not gravity or skill, but myself and my inability to convince myself to do things.

read a whole article about clonning today. started on one about physician assisted suicide and the religious right. didn't return my library books, so i will have to pay a fine tommarrow. need a hair cut. badly. (i look like a member of the beetles after a heavy night of drinking, even without the drinking, which isn't any fun) bruised my middle knuckle on my right hand trying to fix the dumpster at work. ripped some of my skin off on the oven. really need to sleep. so i will.

Jump Briton is on TODAY!

Thu, 27 Jan 2005 07:23:11 GMT

you guys all need to watch tlc. yes. this is me telling you to watch tv. this won't happen a lot. tonight, at 9pm eastern time, and again at midnight, jump britain, a le parkour documentary, will be showing on tlc. so, sit your little respective booties down in front of the idiot box and learn something.

Sat, 22 Jan 2005 14:28:41 GMT

my first frisbee broke last night. i had named him bruce. he simply cracked. i felt a great emptiness fall upon me, i mean, if you know me, you know how happy frisbee makes me. it felt really horrible. i guess it was his time and all, but i am glad i don't have enough faith in religion to blame god.

by the way, found an interesting article here.

the age of one's being is determined by how they play

Wed, 19 Jan 2005 09:31:40 GMT

for those of you who don't know, i work at wild oats, an all natural food store, in the deli, and get to see all the streamy-eyed mystics of boulder come through and attempt to order silced turkey. astronomy, nakedness, and male lactation always seems to come up in conversation while the turkey chest smooths its way across the whirlybladed slicer or mayonnaise smothered bread. the end of each night consists of cleaning out the many saladed deli case, and taking the risers out from under the risen plates. in my haste to get done, i overthrew some risers and they frisbeed out over the counter to scuttle on the floor most spectacularly.

now, we have a code at work, a kind of secret language to communicate the ins and outs of watching lots of lovely college people buy things. while working, one cannot say, "cute guy" or "hot girl" with customers around, so we say, "dr. pepper" and "ginger ale," respectively. now, an extremly fizzy ginger ale had just past by, and i pointed said nose-snerking soft drink out to one of my co-patriots in sandwhich making. when the ginger ale walked by again, i asked her to pick up the formerly-flung risers and throw them to me. she picked them up, and handed them to me. this immediately told me one of two things about her, and subsiquently lessened her ginger ale status to tonic water.

number one, she is amazingly self conscious, to not even toss little plastic cups 10 feet.
number two, and the scary one, and which i pointed out to her, is she had lost her sense of play.

playfulness is highly underrated in american society.* we don't spend enough time on our imaginations as children anymore. there are too many video games, tv shows, movies, books, and other stuff to distract us. we are taught that to play, we need toys. toys that move, shoot, grow, shrink, and bend backwards to make our lives fun. i think that the more fun whoopbangs that are put into toys, the less room there is for your imagination to roam, everything is already thought out for you and you can get to the easy part of playing, instead of doing all that hard thinking. to shamelessly quote brandon joyce: "The more uses I can jerryrig into my cassette-player, electric toothbrush, or the family toaster, the more quantifiable Liberty I've manufactured."

is there a set age when one is supposed to stop playing? is it 13? is it when you get your first job? when you graduate from college? the answer is: you never get too old to stop playing. you simply repress it after a while, start getting the self conciousness that "respectable" people have, start getting the mannerisms and "maturity" of one who doesn't do "childish" things. you should never get too old to stop playing, but you should get too playful to stop aging. why says it isn't possible? why can't i act my shoe size? what age would you be if you didn't know what age you were?

playing has been restricted to playgrounds and converted closetplayrooms in the back of yards, churches, and parks. there are places where one plays, and places where one doesn't play. there has been several attempts to break out of the place-to-play mentality of the present day. one that comes to mind is skateboarding, but even now, skateboarding has parks to skate, and restrict movement by putting grind blockers on rails and benches. that is where le parkour comes in. just today, i was doing jumps from one curb to another in the middle or pearl street, vaulting rails at mackie auditorium on campus, jumping over and onto things at the cu carpark. and how can they restrict le parkour? can they stop you from walking? they can put up more rails, and walls, but tracuers get a hell of a kick out of rails and walls and the like. i have an away message that says, "learn to move: urbanfreeflow" but, it isn't just moving, it is playing. given, serious play, but no one would do it if it wasn't fun. we are expanding the boarders of the playgrounds farther than ever before, to the edges of the park where a fence surrounds it, to the curbs of the park's parking lot, to the very sidewalk you used to get there, to your front porch, to the whole world. learn to play.

*note: not leisure. leisure costs money, like watching tv, or fishing. i am talking about straight up i am going to use my imagination to play with a piece of string, juggle apples, play g.i. joes with avocadoes and my left shoe, etc...

why?

Tue, 18 Jan 2005 08:36:06 GMT

You scored as Musical/Rhythmic. You are sensitive to sounds in your environment, enjoy music and prefer listening to music when you study or read. You learn best through melody and music. People like you include singers, conductors, composers, and others who appreciate the various elements of music.

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Musical/Rhythmic

86%

Verbal/Linguistic

71%

Visual/Spatial

68%

Bodily/Kinesthetic

64%

Intrapersonal

46%

Logical/Mathematical

43%

Interpersonal

32%

The Rogers Indicator of Multiple Intelligences
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why is certainly what you should be asking, why have i stoopped to such a low, low place as to post the contents of a quiz on my livejournal? because, i want to laugh at me. interperonal 32%! heck yeah, just sit me in a corner by my self with a sharp object and i am good longer than a gallon of milk in the lemony-sun. oh, and i totally called the rhythmic stuff, i mean, i like e e cummings for gosh darn woodchucks!