02/29/04 | 12:43
been this personality test going around, lately, and I decided to take
I've posted it here
because... well... because I have nothing else to write on right now, really,
and this will be the last day of the month. Further, I wanted to get at
least one last entry in before I upload my next month's blog. Which, by
the way, is pretty cool.
I did go see a student-written
play at Brevard College's Porter Center tonight, though. Anna and I saw
it. The set was very cleverly done, and I appreciated the way they performed
the ending role call, but the play itself suffered from everything I dislike
about the stereotypical "play" behavior. See my peeves:
Anywho, here's the results
of my personality test:
(I support imitation of "natural" lighting)
way too much makeup
Free Advanced Big 30 Personality Test
Big 30 Personality Test Results
02/24/04 | 12:41
has been a good day, so far. I woke up luxuriously, adding an extra hour
to what I set my alarm for.
02/24/04 | 1:06 a.m.
And I watched that
Every now and then,
I'd roll over to glance at the clock.
Only seven minutes
had passed. It felt like twenty.
This should be a
the Wal-Mart interview to worry about. Oh well.
anyone tell me why it is that a body can start off with a bowl of popcorn,
consuming it piece by piece, and somehow manages to switch to a barbaric
rush of filling their hands with it and eating it as quickly as possible
within minutes? It takes a conscious effort to avoid this behavior. It's
02/20/04 | 1:29 a.m.
Tomorrow is my scheduled
job interview with Wal-Mart. I'm not really looking forward to being involved
in the working world again. But hey, I'll get used to it. I always do.
Just have to remember that all work and no play makes Mashu a poor soul
selling out to the Establishment.
rode with Anna to Hendersonville and back, tonight, 'cause she really
wanted to get out of town.
02/19/04 | 4:11 p.m.
On the way back,
I conducted some brief visualization exercises. This time, I used some
external aids to spark the direction of my imagination. The street lights
travelled across my shut eyes, suggesting patterns to my sight. From here,
my third eye took over. The lights changed colors, the patterns moved freely
yet orderly; they morphed into blades, into Celtic knots, evaporating into
faces, expressions, etc. It was fun, and I believe more vivid than usual.
My mind was more into it than most previous instances.
One interesting task
to try, for the enthusiastic imagineer: Try to trigger hallucination. By
this, I don't mean taking drugs or anything; by this, I mean seeing reality
for what it is, and with your third eye, seeing reality for what it can
For example, a glass
Coca-Cola bottle upon your desk could magically sport a tutu and enact
Swan Lake. Or an anvil could be drawn into the air with a mere pencil,
and descend at a humorous velocity toward the skyward side of some annoying
person's head. Or a common frog could grab up a cane, wield a tophat, and
start singing, "Hello, my baby; hello, my honey; hello, my ragtime gal~!"
is nothing quite as satisfying as life's circumstances taking care of revenge
for you. Yesterday, Anna and I went over to the Subway on the Rosman highway.
Guess who we saw working there? Jodie Johnson, a girl who was almost a
total bitch to me and a pain to Anna.
02/19/04 | 2:33 p.m
Nice to have her
serving me, for once.
added a links section. There, you'll
find links to artists, friends, and whatever the hell else I care to add.
02/18/04 | 4:47 p.m.
took a quiz.
02/18/04 | 2:06 a.m.
you are the kiss my ass happy
You don't care about anyone or anything.
must be so proud
happy bunny are you?
to you by Quizilla
are one of the few out there whose wings are truly ANGELIC. Selfless, powerful,
and divine, you are one blessed with a certain cosmic grace. You are unequalled
in peacefulness, love, and beauty. As a Being of Light your wings are massive
and a soft white or silver. Countless feathers grace them and radiate the
light within you for all the world to see. You are a defender, protector,
and caretaker. Comforter of the weak and forgiver of the wrong, chances
are you are taken advantage of once in awhile, maybe quite often. But your
innocence and wisdom sees the good in everyone and so this mistreatment
does not make you colder. Merciful to the extreme, you will try to help
misguided souls find themselves and peace. However not all Angelics allow
themselves to be gotten the better of - the Seraphim for example will be
driven to fighting for the sake of Justice and protection of those less
powerful. Congratulations - and don't ever change - the world needs more
people like you.
to you by Quizilla
2:00 in the morning, and I'm wondering why I haven't allowed myself to
finally turn in for the night. I was so tired, only a minute ago. But I
think I know why I haven't gone to bed yet. I believe it's because I still
have some creative juices within me that I need to release. The question
02/17/04 | 4:35 p.m.
I've already taken
a shot at drawing a little bit. I threw together the makings of a rather
creative dragon, but I'm too artistically drained to carry on further for
the night. So I'm basically left to venting through writing. Writing not
so much for the some trivial or important subject as just writing for the
sake of writing, rambling, and typing up nonsense in general. I hope that
makes sense to persons outside of myself.
In recent news, I
ran across an old artist friend online by the name of Zekiel Cho, and I've
just begun correspondence with him again. He's improved quite a lot since
I first knew him. He's very inspiring to me.
I think I'm going
to add some other exercises to my visualization sessions. I'm thinking
of incorporating 5-minute visualizations on pre-determined subjects.
Since I've seriously
been making a point of trying to dream and visualize on a daily/nightly
basis, I've noticed that it is effecting my old behaviors. My mental voice
has calmed itself considerably; I can almost do anything without it setting
off in reaction to me sensing something. I'm accomplishing one of my goals
of turning imagery, not verbalization, into my dominant mental language.
And I'm pretty confident that this will play a significant role in getting
my visualization abilities to a higher level of skill.
Hell, if nothing
else, it's making my mood extremely optimistic when dealing with life in
Okay, I feel better
now. I've vented.
My eyes are remind
me that they're dry and bloodshot, so I'm committing myself to my bed for
Goodnight, you people.
Quote of the Day
| "Let my methane go!" - some poor bloated fellow, parodizing a famous
line by a nameless Bible character
a new entry to my dream blog.
02/16/04 | 4:34 p.m.
already feels like two days. I got up at 7:30 in the morning, went over
to Anna's house and helped her get her college stuff in order, then followed
her car over to Brevard College to make sure she didn't have any trouble
with her new manual transmission vehicle. And she was okay. But she left
her running lights on, so I had to borrow her keys at the last minute to
turn them off. So then I came back home, took a shower, shaved, and headed
back to the college an hour later to return her car keys to her. She and
Laura had plans to hang out and have some "girl talk" between her classes,
so I went along with that. I took them to Essence of Thyme, by default,
since they were rather indecisive about a place to go to. So I sat between
them and zoned in and out of their girl talk. Come 11:00 a.m., lunch entered
the conversation. They were indecisive yet again, so, being the responsible
resident man, I suggested Dugan's. And Dugan's it was.
02/16/04 | 9:21 a.m.
After eating, Anna
had almost a solid hour to burn before she had to go to her next class.
As they were indecisive, again (noticing a trend, here?), I offered to
drag them around while I do some job hunting. I went to College Plaza to
pick up an application at L & L Bagel Deli, while Anna and Laura walked
over to Rockin' Robin's to browse their wares. The deli was extremely busy,
so they suggested I come back at 2:30 to pick up an application. Okay,
then. So I walked over to Rockin' Robin's to see the girls. As we were
leaving, a woman exited out of the new business in town called Pescados
Burritos, if my memory of the spelling is correct. Anna asked her if they're
looking for workers. I recall not what the woman said, but she invited
us in to pick up some job applications. Anna and I took it up. I'll be
turning my application in, fairly soon. I have a pretty good feeling that
I might just get hired there. However, Anna informed me that "pescados"
means "fish", so that has me worried. ;p Oh well. I don't have to eat it.
And then I took Anna
and Laura over to Anna's house so she could pick up her guitar stuff for
her next class, then we went back to the college and I dropped Anna and
So I headed home,
again, and took care of some things at the house for about an hour. I left
for the deli at 2:10 p.m. to pick up an application. They seem to be pretty
nice people, I also have a fairly good feeling about that business.
And, again, I returned
home for a nap and visualization exercise.
Sorry, I didn't muster
anything notable from my visualization, this time. But I am resolving to
carry some little notebook with me, or something, so I can record my visualizations
away from my computer. It'll be easier to recall them, this way, if I'm
not going to have immediate access to the computer.
It's now 4:57 p.m.,
and I promised I'd help Anna with stuff at her house after she got done
with her guitar student, so I must now depart for that.
I want some sunshine.
I made my first true attempt at making an omelette. My success was about
on the standard level of general omelettes, so I didn't feel too bad. In
other words, it was a little too firm for my present ideal conception.
Therefore, it was slightly overcooked. I believe some exploration of seasonings
may also be in order. We have a helluva lot of ham in storage, so I'll
have to make use of that in my next attempt.
02/15/04 | 9:21 p.m.
Recipe so far: Butter
the frying pan (allowing butter to melt a bit), pour on the egg gloop (assuring
that all other ingredients are in the egg gloop beforehand -- in this case;
onions, green peppers). Be sure to cook both sides evenly.
Valentine's Day didn't go at all as planned, with the exception that I
got to spend essentially the whole day with Anna. I woke up to an irritated
stomach and nausea, at about 6:30 that morning. Even in illness, I procrastinate.
02/13/04 | 1:47 a.m.
"I will not throw
up. I will not throw up. I won't, I won't, I won't."
And so it came. A
rush of flavors shot up to the top of my throat. It wasn't too difficult
to dissect the combinations of tastes. (I quickly learned that eating shrimp
and re-cooked beans close to the same time is a bad idea.) In a jiffy,
I was hovering over the toilet. Down goes the head, up comes the waste.
must've spasmed at least 7 times.
Fortunately, I feel
fine now. And for the first time that I can recall, I have had the privilege
of vomiting on Valentine's Day. Thus, "V-Day" took on a secondary meaning
of "Vomit Day".
I went back to bed
after that royal flush. The rest of the day was spent with Anna nursing
me back to health, and watching movies. I introduced her to Forrest
Gump (which she quite enjoyed), and Evelyn (a fairly good documentary).
It was a good day.
Apologies, but I
think I may let the "bob" cartoons go. Maybe I'll change my mind, later...
especially if I get some support to continue them.
and I composed, in comprehensive detail, an essay regarding why First Cause
makes sense. If you'd like to comment on the essay, you can do so in the
02/13/04 | 12:32
"Which came first,
the chicken or the egg?" This question has been asked countless times,
probably since the beginning of recorded time. Puzzling children and philosophers
alike, this quandary often leads to such unproductive answers such as,
"The egg. No, the chicken! Wait!" Even though this particular question
is quite silly, it does bring up serious questions involving the universe.
We all accept that no human just "pops" into being without undergoing the
natural process of conception, that no towering oak or delicate flower
exists without having been once a tiny seed or nut. These seeds, nuts,
and babies in turn came from their parents, who were once small offspring
of their parents. This "circle of life" is so universal it seems almost
self-explanatory. It is common knowledge that this progression (from parent
to child through countless generations) is where all current life, future
life, and past life has gotten or will get its start. Even considering
evolutionary science, every new species and class that arose came from
a predecessor. So it has been since the beginning of the habitation of
Most scientists place
the start of life on this planet at about 3 billion years ago. Without
going into debate regarding the exact age of the formation of life on Earth,
we can safely assume that life on Earth began at some point, starting the
circle of life that continues today. This acceptance leaves one to question,
"Where did this first organism come from?" It could not have come from
pre-existing life, as it was the original inhabitant of Earth. However,
according to the natural laws, it could not have sprung from mid-air, either.
This first being defied the laws of nature and existed -- existed without
Think about it. No
matter when it started, life began on Earth at some point where it had
previously not existed. This defiant act of living spawned a whole chain
of events; it began the circle of life, which we and every living thing
around us are inescapably a part of. But what caused this to happen in
the first place? Is it within reason to believe that the first organism,
whatever it may have been, came of abiogenesis (spontaneous generation)
-- a theory which was disproven by Louis Pasteur? Pasteur's experiments
show that there had to have been a pre-existing being to set up the chain
of parent-to-child relationships that now govern the world around us. In
this cycle of causes and effects, this original being would have been the
predecessor of all that came after it – the first cause in our universe
Life following this
"first cause" did not begin in a vacuum. That is to say, it did not form
suspended in space. The very planet on which it began, the solar system
and all of the stars and galaxies; all of these had to come into being
at some point. The general consensus of scientific data points to some
variation of the Big Bang theory, the idea that the planets, stars, etc.
(or at least the predecessors thereof) exploded suddenly out of an extremely
dense ball of matter some 20 billion years ago. Plausible, yes. The Big
Bang theory easily explains the creation of the non-living universe. But
what caused the Big Bang?
However, even this
theory still does not explain the origin of the universe. Imagine that
you can see far back into the depths of time. The universe as we know it
does not yet exist. The Big Bang is about to occur. The slow journey toward
the birth of human kind is about to embark. But what is the universe now,
but a void of compressed matter and energy? Obviously, this state preceded
the more orderly universe. But where did that come from? What created the
extremely dense matter?
Logically, the only
thing that could cause the Big Bang and the creation of life (and even
the matter and energy required to fuel both) would have to be an deviation
from the idea that no thing can come from nothing. It is not hard to understand
the need for an exception to the rules -- a predecessor of all that we
can perceive, the default originator of all things following it.
Admittedly, the mass
of condensed matter and energy preceding the Big Bang could have always
existed. But how could mere matter and energy form itself into the exacting,
precise forms and quantities necessary to keep an almost infinite universe
in perfect balance? Also, the idea of pre-existing matter and energy in
no way explains the origin of life in our universe. The complexity of the
material universe and especially the living world, points to an intelligent
plan of action. To presume that unguided matter and energy could by itself
create such precise combinations necessary to make such a vast universe,
and then to create nearly infinite combinations of chemicals necessary
for life (and then to give said combinations of chemicals self-destiny
and/or sentience) is to presume the highly improbable, if not impossible.
What is left if mere
chance is taken then out of the picture? What possibilities are left but
the idea, the need, for an intelligent planner of our universe? What is
left but a purposeful creation of life by a wise and powerful being? Maybe
all that is left is the obvious need for a predecessor, a predecessor of
all life and the natural laws that govern them. The need for such a higher
being is not a radical notion stemming from some sort of a societal need
for a purposeful life; it is the only logical conclusion that can explain
all the many facets of the origin of all we know to exist. It is not important
to argue what form such a higher being might take to show the need for
its existence. It should be enough to state that such a higher being must
be in all ways a "higher being", certainly possessing higher powers of
intelligence, wisdom, and strength – powerful enough to set into motion
the chain of causes and effects that is classically repeated in the timeless
"chicken and the egg" question. Following this line of reasoning, it is
quite easy to recognize that the original predecessor of all we can perceive
has always existed, that it holds the power to create order from nothing,
to spawn all life from itself.
refuse to use my blog as an outlet for whining about my circumstances,
hoping people will take pity upon me. I believe it's far better used for
encouraging constructive thought. I can't stand you people who write in
your blogs almost always for the sake of milking sympathy from people you
assume are reading it. After all, that's why you tell your friends about
them. Aren't you ashamed? You aren't happy unless you drag people down
with you into your pathetic depression to fuel your ego. For God's sake,
pull yourselves together. So you might have a shitty mom and dad and/or
"nobody likes you" and/or nobody seems to pay attention to you. Truth is,
life tends to suck by default. Even the people you grow jealous of because
they seem to have it so easy just because of their looks, charm, or artificial
wit are not going to have it easy 100% of the time. And you know why? Because
justice comes to even the undeservingly elevated. If they're not worth
their salt, their so-called "friends" will eventually realize it and they'll
be gone. (If they stick around, it's only for opportunistic reasons. Don't
worry, they'll go.) I've seen some of the most popular girls and guys meet
with cold, hard reality. And they're left with nothing but a pretty face.
There's more to true celebrityhood than good looks and wealth. You've got
mean something, 'cause some poor mother could just pop
out some other boy or girl that'll grow up to be the next Britney Spears
or Ashton Kutcher. But everybody hates Britney Spears.
02/10/04 | 11:25
Truth is, regardless
of how poorly you start off, everyone can rise above their circumstances,
recognize their mistakes and the errs of their elders and peers, and eventually
come out pretty much where they want to be. But the pleasure should not
be in the end; for the end is temporary. It should be in the means, the
very journey itself. The one thing most likely to make good memories is
a well-lived present and a thoughtful future.
Now shut up, grow
up, and be nice to the little people. :)
In today's news:
Sarah Campbell has turned 16-years-old (or will be at some point during
went to the "Mancini at the Movies" concert, tonight. It was very good,
minus one error on the part of one of the lead saxophonists on the very
first song (the "Pink Panther" theme). Henry Mancini's daughter is on tour
with the orchestra, and she sung for about half of the playlist. Not too
02/08/04 | 4:20 p.m.
to see a famous celebrity in person. Easier to pick up on their imperfections,
thus reducing them to that somewhat less appreciated species known as humanity.
Ms. Mancini certainly had stage presence, but her public relations could've
used some work. Apparently, she's not very understanding of Southern culture.
She didn't even realize that "grits" is never referred to as "grit" in
the singular, but still as "grits". That is truly sad. But oh well. Still
a good performer.
The "bob" strips
are temporarily postponed until life is more convenient for me. Right now,
I'm terribly pre-occupied with projects that require so much more priority
that I'll feel guilty if I don't do them first. So be patient, fans of
I'm afraid I haven't accomplished anything noteworthy in my visualization
exercises since I last posted. A lot of difficulty focusing, but I'm pretty
confident that the exercises are still worthwhile. I really need this to
work out for me. I can't stand carrying on with so many drawings, only
to be totally incapable of finishing them. It isn't fair. It just isn't.
02/05/04 | 2:31 p.m.
I have been dreaming
every night, consecutively, since I began the visualization routine. So
something is undoubtedly going on, 'cause it used to be a lonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnng
time between dreams before. Odds are, this is a good thing.
Anna's speech on
her First Cause essay is due sometime this week. I have to go assist her
with bringing it together.
Why is it that, sometimes
when I get out of the shower, my hair dries up and makes me look like some
our way to the funeral, I sat in the back seat of the car and engaged in
a session of visual imagination. I took the first image that popped into
my mind (which was a slinky-like object stretched out into a perfect circle),
and attempted to focus on it to assure it was understood so distractions
would be less likely to change its form in my memory. That accomplished,
I used my inner voice as a guide to alter its form however I desired. But
quite often, my imagination would get ahead of me and change things on
its own. Very creative, off-the-wall things -- but mostly uncontrollable
and undisciplined until I could catch up to it. I still had a little success
with this subject, however. My imagination was allowed to wander freely,
and it surely did. From the center of the slinky, there rose vertically
a yellow flag pole. It grew from its zenith an orange, triangular flag,
which then dissipated into a vapor of the same color. I took that vapor
and caused it to swirl until it transmogrified into Cool Whip with the
lid removed. I zoomed out a little, and the Cool Whip was revealed to be
sitting in an open refrigerator.
I got distracted
in the car and decided to do other things.
But I'm hereby making
a point of having at least one 15-minute visualization session everyday,
from here on. I feel quite confident that this practice will afford noticeable
results in my drawing ability. Plus, it's also rather fun to do -- and
it's getting easier to imagine. I'll chart my progress on a weekly basis.
I'll present a report on what I've accomplished, one week from now. (Unless
I have some miracle between now and then worth mentioning.)
Anyways, about the
funeral. It was so STUPID. There was a preacher accompanied by three musicians:
two elderly women singers and an old male guitarist. The preacher started
off with an attempt at a eugulogy for the dearly departed. He didn't last
5 minutes before turning his eulogy into a fire-and-brimstone sermon telling
people to repent, or else. He also reminded us several times that
he, himself, is definitely going to Heaven.
And then the musicians
broke into song... It was country gospel from Hell.
We had a little reunion
with extended family at a little restaurant, after that.
finished my 15-minute imagination session, sometime earlier today. It didn't
seem all that productive, all in all, but I know every little bit helps.
Again, I let it begin with the first image that popped into my head. This
time, it was a car tire. I had difficulty focusing on this subject, so
my mind wandered to other imagery. Nothing concrete, though. From circles
to stickmen to three-dimensional bug-eyed aliens. I did settle on an image
of Calvin (from Calvin and Hobbes), however. The same image
I imagined, yesterday. It was as if I were staring down at him from, say,
his tree house. And he was looking up at me with a blank expression. He
was wearing his usual clothing, except with the unzipped blue jacket you
sometimes see him with. I held this image for a few moments, and then my
imagination assumed the role of my mental camera; it zoomed down to Calvin
and behind the back of his head. But his head changed the instant the new
perspective settled. I saw it now in a greater detail than you usually
see Calvin drawn, almost true to reality in some ways, and it was in full
color. My imagination was led elsewhere, shortly after. (I can probably
draw the initial appearance of Calvin with reasonable detail, at this point,
but I'm going to run through a few more visualizations repeating his figure
before I try to draw him. This will be an excellent test to prove just
how effective visualization is as an aid to drawing.)
So I took a shot
at using my imagination on a fresher subject: my JaCkinbOx character. (For
those of you not familiar with him, he's basically a jack-in-the-box drawn
in an anime-like style.) I based this visualization on one of my most recent
drawings of him (of which I'm most content with), and attempted to animate
him. I couldn't seem to focus well enough to change his facial expressions
with clarity. But I did manage to follow one of his hands pretty well.
My vision centered on him slapping his hand on a surface (even with sound
effects). I froze his hand once it hit the surface and tried to dissect
it. It turned translucent and I had black lines rap around the bases of
his finers and thumbs, thus giving his (fingerless) hand an almost square-like
shape. I rotated the hand in its present state, studying it from all angles.
I mentally made it "fatten up" in the areas where it was presumed inaccurate.
And then my alarm
went off, alerting me to the fact that my session was finished.
I'm going to try
to give a daily report on my visualization studies. Hopefully, people aside
from myself will be able to benefit from them.
My goal is to elevate
my visualization ability to its zenith, so that I can then overlay the
mental images directly over the canvas. The rest of the job is simply a
matter of tracing and tonal control. If I can accomplish this, then all
the visual wonders of the universe and the imagined are under the complete
control of my mind, my hand, and my art stick.
Do you realize how
groundbreaking such a discovery would be? This is even more broad than
simply drawing. This IS what the art world is supposed to be all about.
This is the true creative process behind the visual arts, writing, music,
and possibly even culinary.
Sure, you may laugh
now, but you just wait and see.
02/04/04 | 11:07
Today is the 4th day of this month. And yet, already, it feels as if the
month should be over.
But this isn't a
bad thing, let me tell you. It's because this month is moving so slowly
that it feels so much more productive. It may not BE productive (although
it surely kinda is), it still FEELS productive. I've made some subtle advancement
in my artistic skill, within the past few days. So that's one instance
of evident progress. I'm also starting to dream more. (And I need to start
writing down the details; it'll help dream recall.)
I still love the
look of my blog. I'm really getting the feel of this. Next month's is only
going to look better. I was planning on doing a green theme for next month,
but nah. I want to reserve that for March.
I did something crazy,
early this morning. I took my green spray paint... looked at my wall...
and, well, the rest is history. It looks pretty sloppy, at the moment,
but it's a work-in-progress. I'm inclined to spray it in the way I did
Anna's chair, which was a burgundy/evergreen marbled appearance. A fine
piece of furniture, I do say. I'll be sure to post a picture of it on here.
I'm off to the bloody
funeral. I don't like funerals. Especially not funeral homes. They smell
like hospitals. You know what I mean. That stinch of old flesh, sustained
by ungodly preservatives and ugly flowers.
on the details of hating funerals, when I return. Hopefully I'll be back
in time for the concert at 8 p.m. at the college that Anna said was supposed
to be good.
02/02/04 | 11:50
bet I'm a fucking he-man. I'm sitting here, drinking 100% cranberry juice.
That's fucked up.
We were very recently
hit with a brownout. For those of you who aren't familiar with the term,
it means a temporary power loss. Just like a blackout, only not nearly
as long. A blackout will last at least a day.
It reminded me, though,
that it's a very humbling experience when the power goes out in your house.
Especially at night. It's as black as black can be.
Have you ever stumbled
around your house, looking for a box of matches so you can find a flashlight?
In other news, my
mom's father passed away, a couple of days ago. The funeral's on Wednesday,
so we're going to be gone for most of that day.
I hope she doesn't
take it too hard.
02/02/04 | 6:00
drew up a self-portrait, today. I insisted on spending no more than an
hour on it. I drew the right eye, first, and expanded around that. I was
using an out-of-the-way mirror for the project, so there was a good bit
of guesswork on the drawing. Unfortunate.
But anyway, I'm fairly
happy with it. Here
02/02/04 | 2:00
decided that if I don't make it in the business world, I'm going to become
a traveling gypsy. I might do that anyway, actually. I can just see it
now. Anna and I will travel the world, treating audiences to our talents,
and live free.
Well, today apparently
wasn't a terribly wonderful day to be applying for jobs. A lot of businesses
in town were closed for the day, for some reason. Most of the rest aren't
looking for help at all. I did manage to get one official application
in, though, at a local jewelry store. I also was trying to apply at the
thrift store in town, but they didn't have application sheets available
at the time. They suggested I come back tomorrow or the next day, and they'll
have them. They seemed to be implying that they'll be looking to hire people,
Better luck, tomorrow,
02/01/04 | 7:31
p.m. | And God said to Moses, "Whazzaaaaaaahhhh!!!"
and I are assembling an essay proving First Cause, once and for all, for
her English assignment for college. The first draft was very good; it was
received well in the class. The final draft is due Wednesday. This is something
of a challenge, though, because we're submitting it to a class whose teacher
is atheistic, as are a good part of the students. So we have to write it
in a way where the argument we're making won't settle into their minds
until they finish reading it. You have to understand that, to the unyielding
atheistic mind, you mustn't write in a way where they realize that you're
supporting [mono]theism. You must appeal to their dinky little egos, and
then hit them hard with the undeniable logic. If you neglect to do this,
they may read what you have to say, but they've already settled into the
belief that you're a religious wacko. Usually Judeo-Christian, at that.
I expect an "A" for
02/01/04 | 12:28
a.m. | Megalomaniacs.
would not be able to write a concise essay, for the life of him.
But you know I love
you, man. I'm all about the love.
02/01/04 | 10:36
a.m. | *eee-ee* *eee-ee*
forgot to mention one thing I intended to, in my previous entry.
I highly recommend
renting the movie Chocolat. Maybe even purchasing it. The cover
is deceptively lovey-dovey-mushy, but the movie is a true intellectual
indulgence. I wager you'll forget you're outside of the movie, should you
venture to view it. And that is a clear sign of an excellent film.
Sorry, folks. No
02/01/04 | 2:06
a.m. | Pepsi, Pepsi, Pepsi!
It is an odd month. It exudes a refreshing aura of spring, yet it is a
winter month. February is an encouraging month. And I just noticed that
I finished all previous sentences with the word "month". Quaint.
Monday, I aim to
finish applying to every other conceivable business in Brevard that I haven't
gotten to yet. I need a job. My attitude on job-hunting has certainly improved,
within the last month. I'm grateful for that. I don't fear rejection nearly
as much as I used to, nor not knowing what to do. I may not be a genius,
but at least I recognize that I'm capable enough to learn pretty much anything
I need to. I mean, one of my jobs was as a pharmacy technician. Granted,
I haven't finished all of my training, there, but I see clearly enough
that if I were to put my mind to it, the rest would be easier than the
multiplication table was to memorize.
One shouldn't feel
guilty for having a little bit of fun, occasionally.
You're going to disappoint
some people, you're going to let some of them down, on occasion, but if
you maintain a good attitude, you'll fix everything you should in due time.
But remember, you weren't put here on this earth to live a stressed out,
fucked up life. We were all put here to enjoy ourselves, and our only duty
is to learn how to do so harmoniously.
Please be kind. Unwind.
my methane go!"
of the Day | 02/18/04
your right to make a few mistakes. If people can't accept your imperfections,
that's their fault."
David M. Burns
of the Day | 02/02/04
of the Day | 02/01/04
can win unless there happens to be a second entry.
mistake is trying to be more agreeable than you can be.
is allowing yourself to make mistakes. Art is knowing which ones to keep.
Adams, creator of Dilbert
you have made mistakes, even serious ones, there is always another chance
for you. What we call failure is not the falling down but the staying down.
you make a mistake, don't look back at it long. Take the reason of the
thing into your mind and then look forward. Mistakes are lessons of wisdom.
The past cannot be changed. The future is yet in your power.
greatest mistake you can make in life is to be continually fearing you
will make one.
all capable of mistakes, but I do not care to enlighten you on the mistakes
we may or may not have made.
men profit more from fools than fools from wise men; for the wise men shun
the mistakes of fools, but fools do not imitate the successes of the wise.
male is a domestic animal which, if treated with firmness, can be trained
to do most things.
hate women because they always know where things are.
A man who hates women as much as women hate one another.
have more to offer this world than just a fallopian tube. Nothing is going
to change until you quit looking at us as just sperm receptacles.
who is not very strong in memory should not meddle with lying.
is hard enough to remember my opinions, without also remembering my reasons
are the only people in the world known to me whose status anxiety prompts
them to advertise their college and university affiliations in the rear
window of their automobiles.
is nobody so irritating as somebody with less intelligence and more sense
than we have.
far as I can remember, there is not one word in the Gospels in praise of
live in a Newtonian world of Einsteinian physics ruled by Frankenstein
acquire a particular quality by constantly acting a particular way...you
become just by performing just actions, temperate by performing temperate
actions, brave by performing brave actions.
no longer loves company. Nowadays it insists on it.
know that there are people who do not love their fellow man, and I hate
people like that!
n. The time when men of reason go to bed. Certain old men prefer to rise
at about that time, taking a cold bath and a long walk with an empty stomach,
and otherwise mortifying the flesh. They then point with pride to these
practices as the cause of their sturdy health and ripe years; the truth
being that they are hearty and old, not because of their habits, but in
spite of them. The reason we find only robust persons doing this thing
is that it has killed all the others who have tried it.
Bierce, The Devil's Dictionary