Just a passing buttocks.
Monday, September 26, 2005
Monday, September 19, 2005
Kitty!
How cute is that??? This is Marzipan the awesomest little kitten you have ever seen (don't argue, you know it's true) She is Jason's new baby, they both adoooore each other, sooo cutie! She's the latest n greatest little highlight even though she doesn't let you sleep AT ALL! She'll tug on your ears and paw at you eyes all night long, but she's got that look.... you know the big eyes all innocent? Yep those. She'll steal your heart before you can even think of being annoyed. We loves you Marzipan!
Of mice and men and... mouses and menses
"Where is my mind?" asked the modest mouse pensively. "Why it's way out in the water, see it swimming?'" Was the only response given. It had to do.
Friday, September 16, 2005
la la la la la
frolicking, frolicking
oh! I'm so sorry! Can you not see what this is? Here's a handy link where it shows up more clearly. Sorry about that.
Thursday, September 15, 2005
Not enitrely how it seems....
Looks like Kristina's and my life are going to intertwining for a bit here, we're only able to blog about the same things these days. Which is inevitable, unavoidable and perfectly fine by me. And for this reason I must put a disclaimer here. If you do happen to post a comment on either of our blogs in connection to a post we both similarly share I will have to insist on a new rule which states that all comments must be sent to both blogs respectively and simultaneously. :)
Next weekend is love parade weekend, woot! It's so essiting! I have never been to a real parade before and this is totally gonna be a real parade. So on the 23rd we'll be taking the train, a 2 1/2 hour scenic ride, down to the Bay Area, checking into our hotel,grabbing a bite to eat and then scoping out the pre-parties. Supposedly a bunch of us are gonna be down there, but we're all ending up in different hotels so I certainly hope we can coordinate meeting up. But even still, being on your own can be a blast as you don't have to worry so much about things like 'meeting up', people being flakey and failing to communicate, and any number of mishaps that can happen in large groups. We shall seeeeeeee.
Anyway, I NEEEEED HELLLP!!!For serious! This is gonna be a parade and the whole point of going to one of these is to really get into it and participate to the fullest extent possible and what do people do at parades? Weird stuff!! Now I know I am fully capable of being weird and doing something crazy I just have noooo ideas. Does anybody know where to get ideas, that don't cost a Bazillion Dollars, of different crazy outfits and ways to dress up?? Or just ideas from personal experience or things you've always wanted to try but would prefer to see someone else make a fool of themselves first and assess the reaction? Cuz I'm totally up for it. This is very serious and important!! :P NOTE: Only thing I am not up for is actual nudity! Yeah I'm a wuss! haha! BUT! Strategically placed body paint is on the list of possibilities! ;)
So please please pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase. Any and all ideas welcome!
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Next weekend is love parade weekend, woot! It's so essiting! I have never been to a real parade before and this is totally gonna be a real parade. So on the 23rd we'll be taking the train, a 2 1/2 hour scenic ride, down to the Bay Area, checking into our hotel,grabbing a bite to eat and then scoping out the pre-parties. Supposedly a bunch of us are gonna be down there, but we're all ending up in different hotels so I certainly hope we can coordinate meeting up. But even still, being on your own can be a blast as you don't have to worry so much about things like 'meeting up', people being flakey and failing to communicate, and any number of mishaps that can happen in large groups. We shall seeeeeeee.
Anyway, I NEEEEED HELLLP!!!For serious! This is gonna be a parade and the whole point of going to one of these is to really get into it and participate to the fullest extent possible and what do people do at parades? Weird stuff!! Now I know I am fully capable of being weird and doing something crazy I just have noooo ideas. Does anybody know where to get ideas, that don't cost a Bazillion Dollars, of different crazy outfits and ways to dress up?? Or just ideas from personal experience or things you've always wanted to try but would prefer to see someone else make a fool of themselves first and assess the reaction? Cuz I'm totally up for it. This is very serious and important!! :P NOTE: Only thing I am not up for is actual nudity! Yeah I'm a wuss! haha! BUT! Strategically placed body paint is on the list of possibilities! ;)
So please please pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase. Any and all ideas welcome!
Friday, September 09, 2005
Lady, hear me tonight...
Working it!
The life of the party: Kristina, Tanicia, Moi (discovered Tanicia's bro happens to be the bartender... woooooooh!)
dance, dance, dance
Could I smile any bigger? I look 6
Lovely
inside the club
Thursday, September 08, 2005
Disco Dancing baby
In about an hour we are off to Sac Town local hotspot Harlows where Mr Altovideo (our in house progressive/electro house DJ) is gonna rock our booties. We'll dance till our legs are weak and our heads are spun off in different directions! Pictures will be displayed on the morrow.
AND THE WEEKEND BEGINS!
AND THE WEEKEND BEGINS!
of irreverence and profanation
Wednesday, September 07, 2005
The Beat That My Heart Skipped (De Battre mon coeur s'est arrete)
I'm sorry but that is such a ridiculously impressive name for a movie! and so much so that I am going to go watch it tonight! Yes yes, watching French Films. Sigh, sounds sooo romantic. Haha, helloo it's just gonna be a great movie ...
" Think of film as the quintessential artform of the last century--a medium for expression uniquely suited to our Modernist Yeatsian decomposition, what with its malleability beneath the knife, as it were, cut and spliced back together again as the un-spooling literalization of some patchwork Prometheus. Likewise, in its 24 flickers a second, it's an illusion of life, teased from the amber of still photography, drawing, painting; mixed with symphonies; blended with dance and movement; enslaved to the syncopation of words and imaginary drum beats. It's a miracle, a golem, capable of illuminating the rawest humanity in one stroke and of exhuming the most abject failure of human impulse in the very next."
Well ok fine, going out to watch really good french Films IS pretty romantic
Latest: It wasn't a very well made FRENCH film at all - there was NO nudity or any steamy sex scenes - I dunno, but as far as I know there is no way you can have a French made movie with no nekkidness. Oh well.
PS. I'm kidding, it was really an interesting character study.
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
of a pineapple and a coconut. aloha.
First weekend here starts with a bang, woot! My thoughts are, even if everything goes to pot at least I'm gonna have some good times and make some memories - might as well. We went out dancing Friday and Saturday night, movies Saturday and Monday, lazed around all Sunday, barbeque Monday, more lazing around interspersed with watching DVDs, drinking and eating. Oh and for the barbeque we made the BEST Pina Coladas ever! I am not exaggerating, we really went all out and they rawked! We bought a fresh pineapple and coconut, it was all very amusing as half everyone there had never opened or tasted fresh coconut ever. So opening the nut was highly entertaining and even more so when people came out to savour the meat and milk only to discover that on it's own it's really quite gross and tasteless. It was a let down for many and I think their fantasy of being stranded on a desert island, living on coconuts alone, was pretty much shot.
Anyway, as the major ingredient to our never-been-made-before-concoction it added that needed pizazz not found had we only used coconut cream, plus the fresh pineapple and the WHOLE bottle of rum (compliments of our in house alcoholic whose solution to any discrepancies during the mixing was "too sweet? Just add rum! Too much pineapple? Just add rum! Too much rum? ADD MORE RUM!!!" Note: we are trying to find a kind home for him.) Success! The masses heartily agreed, or at least I think they did nodded there heads emitting unmistakable sounds and slurs of satisfaction as they stumbled over for more. The food was great (thanks to my bro who somehow discovered the secret to enlightenment through food! Yes, he's really that good a cook!) the people were fun, and the people were happy.
Anyway, as the major ingredient to our never-been-made-before-concoction it added that needed pizazz not found had we only used coconut cream, plus the fresh pineapple and the WHOLE bottle of rum (compliments of our in house alcoholic whose solution to any discrepancies during the mixing was "too sweet? Just add rum! Too much pineapple? Just add rum! Too much rum? ADD MORE RUM!!!" Note: we are trying to find a kind home for him.) Success! The masses heartily agreed, or at least I think they did nodded there heads emitting unmistakable sounds and slurs of satisfaction as they stumbled over for more. The food was great (thanks to my bro who somehow discovered the secret to enlightenment through food! Yes, he's really that good a cook!) the people were fun, and the people were happy.
Sunday, September 04, 2005
Crossing the Rubicon
Flight departs August 31st Denver - Sacramento. With two bags, containing everything in the world I own; excited yet petrified. I am now beginning a journey. Destination: unknown. Nothing is set, nothing is clear, there are no signs that say, "Your life's path - this way." What am I doing?! I don't have a clue. But I must go, must do this, I dare not stop because my curiosity as to where this will take me has peaked and that... THAT makes me clinically insane. God save us all!
Here I am. Alive and kicking and having a righteous good time. I'm worried because I don't think life sucks, but everyone else does. Maybe I'm missing something? I always seem to end up having good times yet pretty much everyone complains about how much their lives suck. I can't actually say mine has ever. There's just so much to do and so much I haven't done that I never feel the opportunity to say 'life sucks'. As soon as it starts to go that route, I seem to turn it around. I don't think anything happens by accident, so it makes me hope that I might be doing something right.
Ok enough on that, I'll be disabling anonymous comments since I'll probably be getting google hits for using that word so much. Or I'll set up the pervert filters, either way.
I find it fascinating to look at the different sequences of events that happen in my life. Those that end up pulling me in such amazingly extreme ways to different parts of the world and into different lives entirely. And it continues to happen. Without fail there is always a person of significant importance to me in the picture who becomes like the wind in my sails. They don't drive me, coerce me or manipulate me they are just... there, which becomes where I want to be till the ship must sail yet again. Bittersweet, undoubtedly it will. It's not that I have string for a backbone or am so incredibly fickle that I end up changing directions simply because I am weak, life is just eager to have me experience it and throws itself at me like a desperate lover. The taste of delicacies not yet savoured captivate my senses.
I've stopped thinking that life is definitive. Things change so much, people change so much, X years from now we may not even recognise each other. Its open-ended, non-deterministic. Our life is what we make of it.
Here I am. Alive and kicking and having a righteous good time. I'm worried because I don't think life sucks, but everyone else does. Maybe I'm missing something? I always seem to end up having good times yet pretty much everyone complains about how much their lives suck. I can't actually say mine has ever. There's just so much to do and so much I haven't done that I never feel the opportunity to say 'life sucks'. As soon as it starts to go that route, I seem to turn it around. I don't think anything happens by accident, so it makes me hope that I might be doing something right.
Ok enough on that, I'll be disabling anonymous comments since I'll probably be getting google hits for using that word so much. Or I'll set up the pervert filters, either way.
I find it fascinating to look at the different sequences of events that happen in my life. Those that end up pulling me in such amazingly extreme ways to different parts of the world and into different lives entirely. And it continues to happen. Without fail there is always a person of significant importance to me in the picture who becomes like the wind in my sails. They don't drive me, coerce me or manipulate me they are just... there, which becomes where I want to be till the ship must sail yet again. Bittersweet, undoubtedly it will. It's not that I have string for a backbone or am so incredibly fickle that I end up changing directions simply because I am weak, life is just eager to have me experience it and throws itself at me like a desperate lover. The taste of delicacies not yet savoured captivate my senses.
I've stopped thinking that life is definitive. Things change so much, people change so much, X years from now we may not even recognise each other. Its open-ended, non-deterministic. Our life is what we make of it.
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
awwwwww it's Mikey's Baby Girl
Got to show off this bebe, she's tooooooooo cute! What was that quote Kristina? "Altea's the kind of cute that gives other kids complexes and eating disorders." Or something to that effect. :)
She got her very first pair of shoes the other day and I'll bet in no time she'll be a terrorizing, toddling toddler. Again, the face says "Ohhh I am soooo innocent!" but I don't trust them when they're this small... I'll be keeping my eye on this one.
She got her very first pair of shoes the other day and I'll bet in no time she'll be a terrorizing, toddling toddler. Again, the face says "Ohhh I am soooo innocent!" but I don't trust them when they're this small... I'll be keeping my eye on this one.
Friday, August 26, 2005
five5days -5 -5days -5 -five5 - 5- -days5days - 5-5 five 5days-days5 -5 days-5-five-days-five 5-5 - days
No, I'm not freakin' out, really. I mean... well... yeah... am I? I'm not sure, but if I am it's really just because all I see ahead of me is a thick haze. The 31st is like a giant full stop at the end of the page of my life and I have no idea what's gonna happen when it gets turned. From your vanatge point, when you step back and look at my life it really looks thus far rather tame and even a little bit quaint. I have got to tell you kiddos one thing, being the star of this novel has made me realize this is no peaches 'n' cream story book, it's a friggin suspense thriller!! Owww... my brain hurts - I've wracked it to pieces and it hasn't been kind to me in return. I've been nice to it too! Utilizing it in a way that should make it proud to be called mine - I mean come on, I'm eating lots of tuna, been doing stuff like THINKING (brains like that no?) and some serious brain cardio - trying to make intelligent and rational decisions, being practical. that should totally earn me extra points. That takes a lot out of you! But does it reward me? Hell no! In fact it takes revenge and says "Well tut tut and congratulations! You've just earned yourself a thick cloud of... yep you guessed it HAAAAZE!" Puah! Thanks alot brain, a lot of good you are. I could just as well donate you, I wouldn't miss you - really I wouldn't. We've never really seen eye to eye on much, maybe you're just spiteful that I don't use you as much as I do other organs, well I'm sorry! You tend to be boring a lot of the time and then when I do attempt to spend quality time with you all you can do is daydream and space out. It hurts, it really does.
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sooo, 5 days....... then what? ya veremos.
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sooo, 5 days....... then what? ya veremos.
Thursday, August 25, 2005
Sweet Innocence
wahahahaha, yeah right! Parents take pictures like these to try and convince themselves, and I suppose us too, that their kids are indeed little angels! I think the kids play it up too, I mean look at those eyes!! They're all big and blue and hypnotizing... careful don't look into them for too long!! Loooord have mercy! But you know, inspite of their wickedness, they really are adorable and angelic in their own way.......... from a distance anyway.
Monday, August 22, 2005
no more bucks for starbucks suckaaaas
Nothing quite like waking up in the morning, a cool breeze blowing and having a nice cup of coffee... mmmm it's really one of those things that makes life just that much more special. I love the taste, the aroma, it makes me feel all happy inside and I smile more when I drink it. Little things like that get me excited and keep me amused. Now just missing a little lovin early in the morning. ;)
Oh yeah, I totally figured out how to not let starbucks rip me off anymore!! Now if you just want a cup of coffee and not some freaky overpriced milkshake you'd most likely order an ordinary latte or something, but you'll still end up paying like what $2.50 or so? That's just lame, don't ever pay that again! So what I do is usually order just a single espresso shot and ask them if they don't mind steaming some half n half, milk or soy on the side. The trick is to make it sound like you really just want a few drops to add yourself (you don't want to leave any room for them to realise that they are actually about to serve you a regular short latte) they'll usually just end up steaming a good 2/3 of a cup of whatever it is you want which is usually more than enough for me anyway, I like it strrrrong. It get's really good right about now as when you are about to dig into your wallet to pay you'll see the nicest little numbers flash in green on the cash register and will not be able to hold back the biggest smile as the cashier says "That'll be 65 cents please."!!!!!! What did I tell you? Little things keep me amused!
Oh yeah, I totally figured out how to not let starbucks rip me off anymore!! Now if you just want a cup of coffee and not some freaky overpriced milkshake you'd most likely order an ordinary latte or something, but you'll still end up paying like what $2.50 or so? That's just lame, don't ever pay that again! So what I do is usually order just a single espresso shot and ask them if they don't mind steaming some half n half, milk or soy on the side. The trick is to make it sound like you really just want a few drops to add yourself (you don't want to leave any room for them to realise that they are actually about to serve you a regular short latte) they'll usually just end up steaming a good 2/3 of a cup of whatever it is you want which is usually more than enough for me anyway, I like it strrrrong. It get's really good right about now as when you are about to dig into your wallet to pay you'll see the nicest little numbers flash in green on the cash register and will not be able to hold back the biggest smile as the cashier says "That'll be 65 cents please."!!!!!! What did I tell you? Little things keep me amused!
Saturday, August 20, 2005
Thy name is Irony
A bunch of idealistic teenage rambling...Never settle down? -- even the most veteren non - conformist will tell you, you need stability & some form of consistency to accomplish anything worthwhile.. including raising kids.- anonymous
I am thinking I should introduce "anonymous" to a 'veteran non-conformist' - my mother. I have a feeling that she will have a grand time telling her tales of raising 8 kids in a way that society would oh so frown upon.
MOM!! How could you go against convention like that!?! Don't you know that the most veteren non - conformist will tell you, you need stability and some form of consistincy to accomplish anything worthwhile.. including raising kids!?! Aish mother mother, I shake my head in dismay. Not only did you decide to give birth in SIX different countries and then travel the world with us, you freakin' never settled down and NEVER had a real job... what's up with that? I think you're just trying to be different for the sake of being different and have no real purpose in life, just low self-esteem and a rebellious attitude problem, you should really work on that. I mean fine, you're fluent in French, Italian and Spanish, you're a semi-professional flautist, you've met Sir James Galway, President Mugabe, Ian Smith, Pope John Paul II, Prince Charles, Rajeev Ghandi, Castro, Yasser Arafat, you did French to English translations for the Conference of nonaligned Countries and various conferences over the years, you've lived in 12 countries... yet you're obviously a very confused and unaccomplished individual. Someone like you can't raise kids!! I mean look how we turned out!!! ......... oh wait, yeah look how we turned out... hmmmm... we're all strangely independent, self sufficient, got a head on our shoulders, emotionally and intellectually mature, personable and nice, able to relate well to just about anybody, any class of society, IDEALISTIC... ETCETERA ETCETERA. Well, I do admit that most of the brilliant genes did go to the rest of my siblings, I got more of the shallow end of the gene pool, good job guys! You make me proud! Yes, boy and girls, despite our seeming "dysfunctional" unbringing we sure did come out alright. Thanks mom! Inspite of the fact that you... I mean, if it wasn't for your incessant... ummm, hmmmm did you REALLY have to... oh nevermind, I could start listing all your faults and what I think you could have done better but you know, it's not important and I LOVERS YOU anyway.
hee hee, lucky for me my mom doesn't even know what a blog is. wooot!
And how many more have a similar story?!? Tell tell tell, stand tall and be proud of your kooky upbringing! :D
Ok ya, I think I've given my life's supply of knowledge on this subject - think we'll move on to the rest of life's trivialities soon.
Friday, August 19, 2005
Genius. What's the formula?
When I grow up, I want to be a genius!
I've always associated genius with 'superior intellect' and 'vast knowledge'. Something waaaay out there, completely unattainable, something reserved soley for a few 'chosen ones' - one of them certainly not being me, that's for sure. But then I was thinking about how any genius came to be and what exactly it means to be one. Did they really wake up in the morning and nonchalantly decided they must be one of these 'chosen ones'? Did they have everything in life given to them on a silver platter and barely have to lift a finger to achieve what they did? I know we all know the answer to that! Most of them had difficult childhoods, were poor, a little eccentric perhaps, definitely not mainstream and maybe weren't even given the genius title till after they were long gone and dead, their works only discovered then. They fought and persevered, they didn't give up, they had a dream and come hell or high water they were going to do everything in their power to get as close as they could, they would die trying.
Obviously most of these guys who the world pretty much idolize today had to be born with special gifts or talents, but is it possible that elements of genius are there in all of us? Maybe it's in there, laying dormant, just waiting for us to tap into it. Sadly, it seems that the majority of mankind thinks they have nothing to give, or maybe they know it but the price is just too high and they aren't willing to pay it. Maybe they're scared? Scared to fail, scared of the opinions of others? Can't really put your finger on just what it is, but evidence shows that the average person is just living an average life, achieving average goals, just trying to keep up with the Jones'. But that's them, what about you? Actually, what about me? My problem is that I don't KNOW just yet what my dream is. It might not be anything grandiose or maginifcent, but I have something! I must have something. I need to find out what it is and then.............. begin. boldly.
My posts seem to sound so idealistic and almost farfetched! Ecchhh. To me it's real and realsitic - I have high hopes I guess, high hopes for myself. I want to grow up, but I want carry the spirit of childhood into maturity.
To the dreamers - I salute you - I hope find mine soon
I've always associated genius with 'superior intellect' and 'vast knowledge'. Something waaaay out there, completely unattainable, something reserved soley for a few 'chosen ones' - one of them certainly not being me, that's for sure. But then I was thinking about how any genius came to be and what exactly it means to be one. Did they really wake up in the morning and nonchalantly decided they must be one of these 'chosen ones'? Did they have everything in life given to them on a silver platter and barely have to lift a finger to achieve what they did? I know we all know the answer to that! Most of them had difficult childhoods, were poor, a little eccentric perhaps, definitely not mainstream and maybe weren't even given the genius title till after they were long gone and dead, their works only discovered then. They fought and persevered, they didn't give up, they had a dream and come hell or high water they were going to do everything in their power to get as close as they could, they would die trying.
Obviously most of these guys who the world pretty much idolize today had to be born with special gifts or talents, but is it possible that elements of genius are there in all of us? Maybe it's in there, laying dormant, just waiting for us to tap into it. Sadly, it seems that the majority of mankind thinks they have nothing to give, or maybe they know it but the price is just too high and they aren't willing to pay it. Maybe they're scared? Scared to fail, scared of the opinions of others? Can't really put your finger on just what it is, but evidence shows that the average person is just living an average life, achieving average goals, just trying to keep up with the Jones'. But that's them, what about you? Actually, what about me? My problem is that I don't KNOW just yet what my dream is. It might not be anything grandiose or maginifcent, but I have something! I must have something. I need to find out what it is and then.............. begin. boldly.
My posts seem to sound so idealistic and almost farfetched! Ecchhh. To me it's real and realsitic - I have high hopes I guess, high hopes for myself. I want to grow up, but I want carry the spirit of childhood into maturity.
To the dreamers - I salute you - I hope find mine soon
A poor start in life can be the gift of brilliance. (The Sunday Times) What does it take to become a creative genius? How do people come to have breakthroughs that change the direction of science, art and history? One way to find out is to re-examine the careers of undeniably great artists, writers, scientists and thinkers, to see if they have anything in common. Psychologists have come up with some surprising findings.
For a start, geniuses do not always come from stable, happy, affluent backgrounds. One study of important creators found that a fifth of them had lost one or both parents in childhood. Tolstoy, Michelangelo, Raphael, Bach, Wagner and Chaplin are among the many who lost parents before they were 10 years old. Creative greats are more than three times more likely to have suffered this misfortune than their contemporaries in the general population.
Another study of great creators by psychologist Victor Goetzels found that three-quarters of them came from families marred not just by untimely deaths, but also by poverty, divorce, abuse, alcoholism or bankruptcy.
Whatever their motives, the thing that puts creative greats in a class apart is their terrifying productivity. Picasso had 20,000 works to his name by the time he died. Edison had 1,093 patents. But the output of a creative great is rarely even. Psychologist Dean Keith Simonton has found that the most successful creators in western culture are also the ones who have the most failures to their names. What makes them different is that they refuse to be put off by these failures, and use them instead to fuel their biggest successes.
Childhood or childishness played an important part in their outlook. Einstein often pointed out that all children asked the sort of questions that had led him to his most important discoveries. What made him different from other adults is that he had never stopped.
Wednesday, August 17, 2005
Thursday, August 11, 2005
so perfectly talented
On a scale of 1 to 10 what would you give this? (1 being the ugliest thing you've seen and 10 being the most incredible work of art - eva!) and why.
Here's another task for you: Go here and look around. Paste the link to the poster you like best in the comments section. (for the less savvy please bear in mind that this is abstract art) Just for fun!! I wanna see people's different tastes.
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
for whom the bell tolls
I had a conversation with my bro along the lines of giving which inspired this post. Is it possible that you could be wrong by giving too much? Is complete selflessness really the goal? Can it end up hurting you more than it helps someone else? I'm a little confused.
Well we all know: "love suffers long and is kind, love doesn't envy or vaunt, is not puffed up, does not behave unseemly, seeks not her own, is not easliy provoked, it thinks no evil - love never fails, let everything be done in love." - Maybe that's just like the goal for humanity, something we should all strive for but we won't all attain. Are some people naturally more capable of giving more than others so THEY might run the risk of giving too much and thus hurting themselves in the long run? Is being overly selfless selfish in a way, does it deny someone else the privilege of knowing the true satisfaction found in giving? Hmmmm.
I guess I just don't see a balance really. I don't know how to ask for what I need because I don't know WHAT I need, as I don't really think I need much. I feel like I have so much already, ok so maybe not sooooo much materially (NOTE: cool gifts are always welcome :D) but 'spiritually' or shall we say immaterially I don't lack for much. I am a fairly happy and optimistic individual, I was never emotionally traumatised, I had a healthy upbringing, I don't feel alone in the world, isolated, I don't carry heavy bitternesses, or memories that plague me, I am personable, friendly, generally liked, my company enjoyed, I don't suffer from any serious phobias, worries, battle depression, insomnia or any other mental disorders (I know some might interject here... hee hee) I feel lucky, but I know that not everyone is. The world can be cruel to people and leave awful scars that time may or may not heal. It's not their fault and shouldn't be treated as such. People who endured emotional abuse, exclusion, were teased, ridiculed and made to feel worthless as children will probably grow up somewhat insecure, shy, introverted, lack confidence, skeptical of others motives, maybe hopeless etc etc. And then I think that many people NEEDLESSLY suffer due to mans selfishness or maybe just a fear we have of imposing ourselves on others. Sometimes it's those things that we take for granted that mean the world to others.
I see it as our duty to humanity to inspire happiness, brotherhood, harmony, love, encourage each other etc. and if that means losing out a little personally, hurting a little because that's what it means to give sometimes, isn't it still worth it? Even if it just makes a difference to one person, gives them the edge they need to change their own life in some way (and I didn't say try and change their life for them, that's a personal decision) what if all they needed was someone to believe in them, have faith in them or to truly care about them? What if it was just one phrase or just one word, the right word spoken at just the right time, one touch, one smile that struck a chord in them and gave them just a bit more dermination, a little more of the upper hand at succeeding at their goals or just accepting themselves for who they are? It may seem unlikely to make any difference, but what if does? I may not be getting anything out of it directly, but I am gonna love seeing them happy. We can't always know the effect we have on others, but what if we just tried anyway?
I am reminded of a comment on Luchi's blog by her mom and then this "There’s that song by U2 “if God would send his angels”… We should hope to be one, no matter where or who we are." If we don't... who will?
Well we all know: "love suffers long and is kind, love doesn't envy or vaunt, is not puffed up, does not behave unseemly, seeks not her own, is not easliy provoked, it thinks no evil - love never fails, let everything be done in love." - Maybe that's just like the goal for humanity, something we should all strive for but we won't all attain. Are some people naturally more capable of giving more than others so THEY might run the risk of giving too much and thus hurting themselves in the long run? Is being overly selfless selfish in a way, does it deny someone else the privilege of knowing the true satisfaction found in giving? Hmmmm.
I guess I just don't see a balance really. I don't know how to ask for what I need because I don't know WHAT I need, as I don't really think I need much. I feel like I have so much already, ok so maybe not sooooo much materially (NOTE: cool gifts are always welcome :D) but 'spiritually' or shall we say immaterially I don't lack for much. I am a fairly happy and optimistic individual, I was never emotionally traumatised, I had a healthy upbringing, I don't feel alone in the world, isolated, I don't carry heavy bitternesses, or memories that plague me, I am personable, friendly, generally liked, my company enjoyed, I don't suffer from any serious phobias, worries, battle depression, insomnia or any other mental disorders (I know some might interject here... hee hee) I feel lucky, but I know that not everyone is. The world can be cruel to people and leave awful scars that time may or may not heal. It's not their fault and shouldn't be treated as such. People who endured emotional abuse, exclusion, were teased, ridiculed and made to feel worthless as children will probably grow up somewhat insecure, shy, introverted, lack confidence, skeptical of others motives, maybe hopeless etc etc. And then I think that many people NEEDLESSLY suffer due to mans selfishness or maybe just a fear we have of imposing ourselves on others. Sometimes it's those things that we take for granted that mean the world to others.
I see it as our duty to humanity to inspire happiness, brotherhood, harmony, love, encourage each other etc. and if that means losing out a little personally, hurting a little because that's what it means to give sometimes, isn't it still worth it? Even if it just makes a difference to one person, gives them the edge they need to change their own life in some way (and I didn't say try and change their life for them, that's a personal decision) what if all they needed was someone to believe in them, have faith in them or to truly care about them? What if it was just one phrase or just one word, the right word spoken at just the right time, one touch, one smile that struck a chord in them and gave them just a bit more dermination, a little more of the upper hand at succeeding at their goals or just accepting themselves for who they are? It may seem unlikely to make any difference, but what if does? I may not be getting anything out of it directly, but I am gonna love seeing them happy. We can't always know the effect we have on others, but what if we just tried anyway?
I am reminded of a comment on Luchi's blog by her mom and then this "There’s that song by U2 “if God would send his angels”… We should hope to be one, no matter where or who we are." If we don't... who will?
...No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend's or of thine own were. Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind; and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee...
Monday, August 08, 2005
ONE thing I am proud not to be...
the typical American girl's dream quest ... the search for the perrrfect man who will make our dreams come true, for HIM is the only reason I live and breath! I want his babies and a house in suburbia, 500 pairs of shoes and fake boobies, A HUMMER for me and a HUMMER for thee - there's nothing, nothing, nothing else to live for.
10 things I love about ME...and you
1. My eyes. They are green, though sometimes they look blue, depends on what I am wearing, plus I have long lashes. People have commented that they look false, I take that as a compliment(?). Strangers will sometimes walk up to me just to tell me I have pretty eyes. shweeeet.
2. Affection. I love to be touched and to touch just the same. From looong cuddles that could take up the better part of the day to just a light stroke on my little finger during a movie. Touch me and you don't have to say a word.
3. To give. I love buying things for people when I know it's something they would really like. If you need to talk 'cuz you had a bad day instead of going off and doing something I want to do I would rather stay with you. If you're sad I'll go out of my way to do something that will make you happy.
4. My life and my experiences. I know I owe who I am today to just that. Even though sometimes I feel weak and incapable I can always rely on an inner strength that over rides my feelings of hopelessness.
I have lived in 9 countries on 3 continents; I was homeschooled; have attended a private British Boarding school as well as an "american style" highschool; I've known different worlds - I grew up in an upper middleclass family environment and never lacked security, emotional support or material comfort yet my family was always worried about money, education, careers. When I was 18 I left home, deciding that normal secular life would never be for me, I became a completely voluntary missionary in The Family, I had no salary, no hope for material gain, no debts, no fincancial worries...again I never lacked security, emotional support or material comfort. (strange how that is) I'm no longer a fulltime member and am currently on the fringes of branching out into a new and totally unknown future, though "normal" life is still not for me - I intend to find my place somewhere, somehow. My experiences in life have caused me to become a happy, somewhat carefree, high spirited individual and though no person can ever claim to have lived an idillic life I count myself fortunate that I have never suffered or had to endure anything above what I am capable of handling. I will use every experience as an oportunity to grow and to improve as a human being.
5. Exercise! I joined the gym not too long ago and it is indeed money well spent. I say if you are serious about trying to get fit and healthy JOIN A GYM! If you have to pay for something you WILL milk it for what it's worth. Upon joining they give a free body fat analysis and measure you up etc when I first started I was at 26% body fat...yeeeck (ideal being below 20%) 2 weeks later I was down to 23%! It's great to have a goal and see results and it's great to feel healthy and energetic.
6. Honesty. I cannot stand mind games!! If you're mad at me, tell me! If you are happy with me, TELL ME! Do you think I am pretty? Then tell me dammit! I am not a mind reader. Don't walk around nonchalant and silent, making me guess if I did something that bugs you, if I did I want to know - TACTFUL straight forwardness and honesty you know? Oh and WORSE yet don't make me guess if you care, that's just unnecessarily stressful on anyone's nerves, mind and heart. That's the way I am "I do unto other as I would have them do to me" Oh and don't EVER start to tell me something and then say "ohhh nevermind!" ARRGHHGHHGHGH
7. Pretty things. HEHE, who'da thunk? Yes that's right, I seem to have passed my tomboy stage in life (23 years was it?) and suddenly I like girly things! It's not entirely GONE by anymeans but it's entirely less than what it was. I like pretty skirts and pretty tops, I like my hair long, I like flowers and nice smelling things (nice smelling boys) But no, no no no noooooo noooooo, there's not an ounce of "Stepford Wife" in me - I have no intenion of getting married and becoming an official wife! I just like to feel pretty sometimes.
8. My sense of humour. I don't think I am a very funny person personally, I don't know any jokes by memory and never have clever comebacks!!!!! "oh yeah?!?! yeah!?!??! well you.....you're just.... ummmm you look like...... like.... like a... you're just.... just like FAT or something!! yeah!!" I am easily amused, easily humoured, quick to laugh again even if I was fuming not too long ago. The littlest things keep me happy and entertained. I don't require a lot of time and heavy concentrated attention, just the tinniest gestures and simplest things spoken will satisfy and appease me. (but hey let's make them a taaaad frequent!;))
9. My ability to forgive and move on. I don't hold grudges. Sometimes I hold on to a little bit of hurt inflicted by someone for a while but in a short amount of time it fades and becomes unimportant to my interaction with the person. Making an effort (forcing myself) to communicate little things to people is my sure instant grudge free formula, sometimes the person was never really aware or maybe they had just as little courage as I did to be the first one to broach the subject. Always be the better man. Strive to be the first to forgive.
10. I don't like to waste time. Everything I do has to have some purpose and meaning and an end result. I don't like to get involved in something if I know it's doomed or likely to fade into oblivion. I have a lot of faith in others and try to see the good in them at all costs, overlooking insignificant human flaws and realising I have my own. I am intense, I am emotional. I am intense when I love and intense as a friend. No need to wonder how my relationship with you is going, I am an open book in that respect.If I start to withdraw my attentions more than I usually give then you might have to worry that something is going on and telling me you've noticed - that would be like backing me into a corner and I'd have no choice but to be honest with you (shucks, now you know my secret!)
I am very imperfect and highly flawed, but I am who I am, with a few streaks of narcissism :D Maybe I will follow this up with a "10 things I hate about me" post. (that's tooooooooo easy!!)
2. Affection. I love to be touched and to touch just the same. From looong cuddles that could take up the better part of the day to just a light stroke on my little finger during a movie. Touch me and you don't have to say a word.
3. To give. I love buying things for people when I know it's something they would really like. If you need to talk 'cuz you had a bad day instead of going off and doing something I want to do I would rather stay with you. If you're sad I'll go out of my way to do something that will make you happy.
4. My life and my experiences. I know I owe who I am today to just that. Even though sometimes I feel weak and incapable I can always rely on an inner strength that over rides my feelings of hopelessness.
I have lived in 9 countries on 3 continents; I was homeschooled; have attended a private British Boarding school as well as an "american style" highschool; I've known different worlds - I grew up in an upper middleclass family environment and never lacked security, emotional support or material comfort yet my family was always worried about money, education, careers. When I was 18 I left home, deciding that normal secular life would never be for me, I became a completely voluntary missionary in The Family, I had no salary, no hope for material gain, no debts, no fincancial worries...again I never lacked security, emotional support or material comfort. (strange how that is) I'm no longer a fulltime member and am currently on the fringes of branching out into a new and totally unknown future, though "normal" life is still not for me - I intend to find my place somewhere, somehow. My experiences in life have caused me to become a happy, somewhat carefree, high spirited individual and though no person can ever claim to have lived an idillic life I count myself fortunate that I have never suffered or had to endure anything above what I am capable of handling. I will use every experience as an oportunity to grow and to improve as a human being.
5. Exercise! I joined the gym not too long ago and it is indeed money well spent. I say if you are serious about trying to get fit and healthy JOIN A GYM! If you have to pay for something you WILL milk it for what it's worth. Upon joining they give a free body fat analysis and measure you up etc when I first started I was at 26% body fat...yeeeck (ideal being below 20%) 2 weeks later I was down to 23%! It's great to have a goal and see results and it's great to feel healthy and energetic.
6. Honesty. I cannot stand mind games!! If you're mad at me, tell me! If you are happy with me, TELL ME! Do you think I am pretty? Then tell me dammit! I am not a mind reader. Don't walk around nonchalant and silent, making me guess if I did something that bugs you, if I did I want to know - TACTFUL straight forwardness and honesty you know? Oh and WORSE yet don't make me guess if you care, that's just unnecessarily stressful on anyone's nerves, mind and heart. That's the way I am "I do unto other as I would have them do to me" Oh and don't EVER start to tell me something and then say "ohhh nevermind!" ARRGHHGHHGHGH
7. Pretty things. HEHE, who'da thunk? Yes that's right, I seem to have passed my tomboy stage in life (23 years was it?) and suddenly I like girly things! It's not entirely GONE by anymeans but it's entirely less than what it was. I like pretty skirts and pretty tops, I like my hair long, I like flowers and nice smelling things (nice smelling boys) But no, no no no noooooo noooooo, there's not an ounce of "Stepford Wife" in me - I have no intenion of getting married and becoming an official wife! I just like to feel pretty sometimes.
8. My sense of humour. I don't think I am a very funny person personally, I don't know any jokes by memory and never have clever comebacks!!!!! "oh yeah?!?! yeah!?!??! well you.....you're just.... ummmm you look like...... like.... like a... you're just.... just like FAT or something!! yeah!!" I am easily amused, easily humoured, quick to laugh again even if I was fuming not too long ago. The littlest things keep me happy and entertained. I don't require a lot of time and heavy concentrated attention, just the tinniest gestures and simplest things spoken will satisfy and appease me. (but hey let's make them a taaaad frequent!;))
9. My ability to forgive and move on. I don't hold grudges. Sometimes I hold on to a little bit of hurt inflicted by someone for a while but in a short amount of time it fades and becomes unimportant to my interaction with the person. Making an effort (forcing myself) to communicate little things to people is my sure instant grudge free formula, sometimes the person was never really aware or maybe they had just as little courage as I did to be the first one to broach the subject. Always be the better man. Strive to be the first to forgive.
10. I don't like to waste time. Everything I do has to have some purpose and meaning and an end result. I don't like to get involved in something if I know it's doomed or likely to fade into oblivion. I have a lot of faith in others and try to see the good in them at all costs, overlooking insignificant human flaws and realising I have my own. I am intense, I am emotional. I am intense when I love and intense as a friend. No need to wonder how my relationship with you is going, I am an open book in that respect.If I start to withdraw my attentions more than I usually give then you might have to worry that something is going on and telling me you've noticed - that would be like backing me into a corner and I'd have no choice but to be honest with you (shucks, now you know my secret!)
I am very imperfect and highly flawed, but I am who I am, with a few streaks of narcissism :D Maybe I will follow this up with a "10 things I hate about me" post. (that's tooooooooo easy!!)
Ugh!
"Normal is getting dressed in clothes that you buy for work and driving through traffic in a car that you are still paying for - in order to get to the job you need to pay for the clothes and the car, and the house you leave vacant all day so you can afford to live in it."
- I never want to become "normal" and to the best of my ability will never settle down, never compromise, never stop seeking new adventures. With a passion I always want to be different and never be ashamed of who I am and where I came from, I pride myself in knowing I am different even if it means being less popular with the masses - I don't like the masses, I don't care. If I like you, it's because you're probably different too and aren't ashamed to show it. I may not amount to much, but at least I am unique.
Thank you and good day!
- I never want to become "normal" and to the best of my ability will never settle down, never compromise, never stop seeking new adventures. With a passion I always want to be different and never be ashamed of who I am and where I came from, I pride myself in knowing I am different even if it means being less popular with the masses - I don't like the masses, I don't care. If I like you, it's because you're probably different too and aren't ashamed to show it. I may not amount to much, but at least I am unique.
Thank you and good day!
Sunday, August 07, 2005
M-i-d S-u-n-d-a-y M-i-d S-u-n-d-a-y M-i-d S-u-n-d-a-y
AQUALUNG biznatches!!
A few of muh personal favourites.
*Brighter Than Sunshine
*Breaking my Heart Again
*Strange and Beautiful
*Easier to Lie
*Extraordinary Thing!!
A few of muh personal favourites.
*Brighter Than Sunshine
*Breaking my Heart Again
*Strange and Beautiful
*Easier to Lie
*Extraordinary Thing!!
S-u-n-d-a-y S-u-n-d-a-y S-u-n-d-a-y
not like the weekend has much significance to me, since it's when I work the most, but for the all of ya (I love my bad English, really I do), FOR the all of ya who are being lazy today, well Feck You! heehee. Nawwwww, actually I hope you'll kick it back and
enjoy this tunethat is fitting to listen to while you're at it. If you haven't heard of Sufjan Stevens, well now you have and if you listen to enough of his stuff you'll be elligible to enter the ranks of the "TRULY AWESOME" - till then you'll have to contend with your civilian status of the "mediocre and totally not awesome" sorry, it's not my choice. YOU on the other hand CAN CHOOSE! Will you choose to be less of a person than you could be?! Nay, I say! Do not wish such avoidable fate upon yourself.
Saturday, August 06, 2005
Friday, August 05, 2005
that's right, even the guys participated in this one
I was going through some pics today and came across these. Can't remember if there was anyone getting nekkid at THIS particular time, but drunken memories do tell me we had a pretty good time. 
If I remember correctly (hmmm when there's alcohol involved does is that possible?) we played that card blowing game and if you were the one to blow the remaining cards off the beer bottle you had to take the shot. Being poor that we were, or just insisting to make do with what we had, we had beer shots! complete with penis straw!Whose on earth is that?! And who had those X-Rated playing cards?! Ohhhhhhhhhhh gente de mi pueblo! :) I misses yoooou! 
Thursday, August 04, 2005
They're doing that blending thing... again
My days that is. One passes, along comes the next and Ta-Daaaa, it's as if it's not even tomorrow! What a trickster! Tomorrow is yesterday, yesterday is today and today is tomorrow yesterday, only the calendar shows a different number, though the clock ticks amazing slow as it did today, or yesterday, or was it tomorrow? I get bored easily I think and living in a non active environment does me no good whatsoever. I think I may have closed myself up into a little shell, my little bubble which protects me from harsh reality - it's like my survival instinct know what I mean? Maybe it's just me. When I have no choice but to endure something I find it all to easy to hide away in my mind, my little world where everyone is frolicking through the meadows, smiling and laughing, it helps me cope and I don't lose my mind entirely. It's not that life is so terrible, just a little horridly unchallenging and I feel more and more anxious to get on with life. I will always have that unconditional love... thing going for my family, BUT I really think the clock has struck and I have squeezed every ounce of usefulness I could possibly have left in me and it is TIME. It has been time for a while now but the shackels of responsibilty I wore needed to be removed slowly so as not to upset the "equilibrium" (riiiiight). So yay, they're gone! Now the anxiousness of what's next is setting in, I am excited yet completely petrified. It is impossible for me to peer into the future like I once thought I was able to do. I wouldn't call myself any kind of soothsayer/prophet of course but I remember always having a clear picture of my life months and sometimes years ahead. Things of course wouldn't always work out just as I thought but I was able to, I guess you could say entertain a fantasy and thus would find comfort in that, somewhat childish I would say. But that ability is gooooone and tis a lil' freakay as I have no crutch. Ahhhhhh, I have no crutch!!! Is that called growing up?? hmmmmmmm HMMMMMMMM. So to further push myself into the realm of the unknown I AM HEADING WEST!! Come end of this month. I always seem to use 'finding crazy ass cheap air tickets' as my sign from the god's and waddayaknow, I found a crazy ass cheap ticket! So, ladies and gentlemen, stay tuned for more frolicking adventures from this wild child who is probably gonna have a string of tales - hopefully more happy than sad. Just 3 more weeks to go here in Denver, 3 more weeks of groundhog's day, let's all say a few extra prayers, cross our fingers and hope for the best.
anyhoo, my blog deserves a face lift. some cheerful polka-dots perhaps. they're all pretty shyte, I think blogger purposely uses poop templates to force us off of our lazy asses. I would get off mine but I don't really know where to go to study the art of HTML. I think it would be a great way to channel my dormant creativity, any help oh world of cyber?
anyhoo, my blog deserves a face lift. some cheerful polka-dots perhaps. they're all pretty shyte, I think blogger purposely uses poop templates to force us off of our lazy asses. I would get off mine but I don't really know where to go to study the art of HTML. I think it would be a great way to channel my dormant creativity, any help oh world of cyber?
Thursday, July 28, 2005
Happy Birthday to yoooooooooou!
These are older pics, (hope you don't mind) before he turned into FABIO leaving the rest of ordinary mankind in the dust. Sigh, Happy Birthday Danny! Just don't forget about us little people!!
Happy birthday
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday
Happy birthday to you
Well, it's time to celebrate your birthday, it happens every year
We'll eat a lot of broccoli and drink a lot of beer
You should be good and happy that there's something you can eat
A million people every day are starving in the street
Your daddy's in the gutter with the wretched and the poor
Your mama's in the kitchen with a can of Cycle Four
There's garbage in the water
There's poison in the sky
I guess it won't be long before we're all gonna die
Happy birthday
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday
Happy birthday to you
Well, what's the matter little friend, you think this party is the pits
Enjoy it while you can, we'll soon be blown to bits
The monkeys in the pentagon are gonna cook our goose
Their finger's on the button, all they need it an excuse
It doesn't take a military genius to see
We'll all be crispy critters after World War III
There's nowhere you can run to, nowhere you can hide
When they drop the big one, we all get fried
(Come on boys and girls, sing along, ok?)
Happy birthday
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday
Happy birthday to you
wow! (background screaming, sound effect)
Well there's a punk in the alley and he's looking for a fight
There's an Arab on the corner buying everything in sight
There's a mother in the ghetto with another mouth to feed
Seems that everywhere you look today there's misery and greed
I guess you know the Earth is gonna crash into the sun
But that's no reason why we shouldn't have a little fun
So if you think it's scary, if it's more than you can take
Just blow out the candles and have a piece of cake
Happy birthday
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday
Happy birthday to you
wow!
Life goes on.... part deux
Kinda ironic to be reading everyone's happy blogs, love dovey this and that, people getting married and then KAABOOM... my blog explodes with thrashing, spectacular rage. A feeding great white shark comes to mind. Heh. Lucky for mankind I am not a man eater [hater] and find no pleasure in vengeance of any kind. It makes me sad to know I have hurt someone, even if they might have deserved it in a way. I am neither saddistic nor masochistic, but I'm human and yeah one of those "feelings" "emotion driven" types. I swear, I am this way by no choice of mine, blah. Maybe it's hard (even for me) to read my gauge and realise when the pressure has risen above the red till it's too late, however I do have a great abilty to return to the happy-cheerful-peaceful-sugar-n-spice-everything-nice Emma once it's all over and done with.
So part 2 of this 'lovely' tale is really me starting to forget what I was so hyped up about. No, of course I had reason to be mad (RIIIIIIGHT X?!?!?!) I'm not insane here, but it is something that is in the process of being filed into the archives of my mind of the things easily forgotten and forgiven. The process of letting by gones be by gones has begun and now we'll let time settle the hurt and emotions till they fade and become only faint memories, something we'll laugh about one day.
"When you forgive, you in no way change the past - but you sure do change the future."
Forgiveness is the final form of love.
So part 2 of this 'lovely' tale is really me starting to forget what I was so hyped up about. No, of course I had reason to be mad (RIIIIIIGHT X?!?!?!) I'm not insane here, but it is something that is in the process of being filed into the archives of my mind of the things easily forgotten and forgiven. The process of letting by gones be by gones has begun and now we'll let time settle the hurt and emotions till they fade and become only faint memories, something we'll laugh about one day.
"When you forgive, you in no way change the past - but you sure do change the future."
Forgiveness is the final form of love.
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
White Trash
Susie Lee fell in love.
She planned to marry Joe.
She was so happy 'bout it all,
she told her Pappy so.
Pappy told her, "Susie Gal,
you'll have to find another.
I'd just as soon yo' maw don't know,
but Joe is yo' half-brother."
So Susie forgot about her Joe
and planned to marry Will.
But, after telling Pappy this,
he said, "There's trouble still.
You can't marry Will, my gal,
and please don't tell yo' mother,
cause Will and Joe and several mo'
I know is yo' half-brother."
But Mama knew and said "Honey Child,
Do what makes yo' happy.
Marry Will or marry Joe,
you ain't no kin to Pappy!"
Saturday, July 16, 2005
Good god! It's the Gobbler!
If this totally shagadellic place still exists I am totally going there one day!!!!! It's the ghastliest thing I am yet to see and it screams "let's shag!"... how great is that?
Thursday, July 14, 2005
Kids these days
My siblings are addicted to Neopets (www.neopets.com) which is an internet based interactive, oh I don't really know what. Anyway you have to be online to play and lately the internet has been acting up and at times webpages refuse to open. This can be sooooooo frustrating. Behold! "frustration" illustrated by a child....
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
No more worlds to conquer
ATTENTION!
a great incentive to get me to bed
*yawn*
I go, to dream - to dream a dream of the impossible dream.
a great incentive to get me to bed
*yawn*
I go, to dream - to dream a dream of the impossible dream.
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
This is a little beyond bizarre
Have some fun
and in other news Emily is on the warpath and it's not me.
hereSee what happens when you left click on her. Freeaakay.
and in other news Emily is on the warpath and it's not me.
Saturday, July 09, 2005
Time Travel! koo beanz
While time travel may seem like a phenomenon found only in movies like Back to the Future and The Terminator, science reveals this may not be the case.
According to physicists, real-life time travel can occur within a kind of feedback loop where backward movement is possible, but only in a way that is "complementary" to the present. In other words, people can only go back in time and look around but cannot do anything that would alter the present they left behind.
Debunking the Time Travel Paradox
One of the biggest myths surrounding time travel is the idea that if one goes back in time they could, theoretically, do something to change the present. The new model, which uses the laws of quantum mechanics, tosses that famous paradox out the window.
Clearly the present has never been changed by roguish time-travelers, simply due to the fact that people don't suddenly fade out of existence because a rerun of events has prevented their births. Therefore, time travel is either:
* Simply not possible.
* Or, something is acting to prevent any backward movement from changing the present.
While the former option may seem the most logical, Einstein's general theory of relativity has led physicists to suspect the latter.
Using Einstein's Theory of Relativity
According to Einstein, space-time can curve back on itself, allowing time-travelers to double back and meet the younger versions of themselves. A team of physicists from the United States and Australia claim this situation can only be the case if there are physical restrictions protecting the present from changes in the past.
These restrictions exist because of the weird laws of quantum mechanics, though (traditionally) they don't account for a backward movement in time. Quantum behavior is ruled by probabilities:
Before something has actually been observed, there are many other possibilities regarding its state; however, once its state has been measured, those possibilities are cut down to only one, eliminating all uncertainty.
To put it plainly, quantum mechanics discerns between something that might happen and something that did happen. For example, if someone doesn't know if their father is alive--if there is only a 90 percent chance he is alive--then there is a possibility one can go back in time and kill him. But, if one's father is alive in present time, then there is no chance he can be killed in the past.
Ahh, the mysteries of quantum mechanics ...
Alabama Changes the Value of Pi
The April 1998 issue of the New Mexicans for Science and Reason newsletter contained an article claiming that the Alabama state legislature had voted to change the value of the mathematical constant pi from 3.14159 to the 'Biblical value' of 3.0. Before long the article had made its way onto the internet, and then it rapidly made its way around the world, forwarded by people in their email. It only became apparent how far the article had spread when the Alabama legislature began receiving hundreds of calls from people protesting the legislation. The original article, which was intended as a parody of legislative attempts to circumscribe the teaching of evolution, was written by a physicist named Mark Boslough.-- Top Hoaxes of All Time
Guiness Mean Time
In 1998 Guinness issued a press release announcing that it had reached an agreement with the Old Royal Observatory in Greenwich, England to be the official beer sponsor of the Observatory's millennium celebration. According to this agreement, Greenwich Mean Time would be renamed Guinness Mean Time until the end of 1999. In addition, where the Observatory traditionally counted seconds in "pips," it would now count them in "pint drips." The Financial Times, not realizing that the release was a joke, declared that Guinness was setting a "brash tone for the millennium." When the Financial Times learned that it had fallen for a joke, it printed a curt retraction, stating that the news it had disclosed "was apparently intended as part of an April 1 spoof."-- Top Hoaxes of All Time
Drunk Driving on the Internet
An article by John Dvorak in the April 1994 issue of PC Computing magazine described a bill going through Congress that would make it illegal to use the internet while drunk, or to discuss sexual matters over a public network. The bill was supposedly numbered 040194 (i.e. 04/01/94), and the contact person was listed as Lirpa Sloof (April Fools backwards). The article said that the FBI was going to use the bill to tap the phone line of anyone who "uses or abuses alcohol" while accessing the internet. Passage of the bill was felt to be certain because "Who wants to come out and support drunkenness and computer sex?" The article offered this explanation for the origin of the bill: "The moniker 'Information Highway' itself seems to be responsible for SB 040194... I know how silly this sounds, but Congress apparently thinks being drunk on a highway is bad no matter what kind of highway it is." The article generated so many outraged phone calls to Congress that Senator Edward Kennedy's office had to release an official denial of the rumor that he was a sponsor of the bill.-- Top Hoaxes of All Time.
Thursday, July 07, 2005
London bridges falling down
So sad, that the world is so evil and that human life has so little value. At least we do have the hope of a better world one day, but till then my heart breaks at the pain that so many needlessly endure due to the choices humanity insists on making. "Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called the children of God"
I came across this link and maybe it is just a conspiracy theory but it really makes you wonder.
I came across this link and maybe it is just a conspiracy theory but it really makes you wonder.
Lil' oddities
It may take a strong stomach to eat curry or chocolate ice cream out of a toilet bowl...
and some mo'
Bizarre Things You Didn't Know Had Names
Rowel: the revolving star on the back of a cowboy's spurs
Columella: the bottom part of the nose that separates the nostrils
Saddle: the rounded part on the top of a book of matches
Ophyron: the space between your eyebrows
Rasceta: the creases on the inside of your wrist
Purlicue: the space between the extended thumb and index finger
Nittles: the punctuation marks designed to denote swear words in comics
Ferrule: the metal band on the top of a pencil that holds the eraser in place
Peen: on a hammer, the end opposite the striking face
Obdormition: when an arm or a leg "goes to sleep" as a result of numbness caused by pressure on a nerve
Keeper: the loop on a belt that holds the end in place after it has passed through the buckle
Armsate: the hole in a shirt or a sweater through which you put your hand and arm
and some mo'
Bizarre Things You Didn't Know Had Names
Rowel: the revolving star on the back of a cowboy's spurs
Columella: the bottom part of the nose that separates the nostrils
Saddle: the rounded part on the top of a book of matches
Ophyron: the space between your eyebrows
Rasceta: the creases on the inside of your wrist
Purlicue: the space between the extended thumb and index finger
Nittles: the punctuation marks designed to denote swear words in comics
Ferrule: the metal band on the top of a pencil that holds the eraser in place
Peen: on a hammer, the end opposite the striking face
Obdormition: when an arm or a leg "goes to sleep" as a result of numbness caused by pressure on a nerve
Keeper: the loop on a belt that holds the end in place after it has passed through the buckle
Armsate: the hole in a shirt or a sweater through which you put your hand and arm
Wednesday, July 06, 2005
not sure what else to say...
I'm sorry world!
have I let you down? have I really failed? I know you can pipe up and say "all is not lost yet, you can still change your mind!" but do I want to? my problem lies in that I don't want to change my mind. I say I've thought through and through about this and then someone says "no, you FELT through and through." Maybe that's true, but I feel my mind and heart are so closely connected that it really is one and the same to me. Thing is that everyone has a different opinion and view and everyone thinks they know best. I've listened to everyone and thought about what each one said. But I couldn't hear my self think after awhile... everyone elses thoughts were screaming in my head and all I ended up with was confusion. I had to pull away and really think, and think some more. Maybe I've made the wrong choice, but what if I haven't? Life is not black and white, it's easier to imagine it that way and it does make deciding the issues of life much easier. but it's not really that way now is it? Maybe I just have to discover a few things for myself.
my blog is stupid
but have a great day anyway
have I let you down? have I really failed? I know you can pipe up and say "all is not lost yet, you can still change your mind!" but do I want to? my problem lies in that I don't want to change my mind. I say I've thought through and through about this and then someone says "no, you FELT through and through." Maybe that's true, but I feel my mind and heart are so closely connected that it really is one and the same to me. Thing is that everyone has a different opinion and view and everyone thinks they know best. I've listened to everyone and thought about what each one said. But I couldn't hear my self think after awhile... everyone elses thoughts were screaming in my head and all I ended up with was confusion. I had to pull away and really think, and think some more. Maybe I've made the wrong choice, but what if I haven't? Life is not black and white, it's easier to imagine it that way and it does make deciding the issues of life much easier. but it's not really that way now is it? Maybe I just have to discover a few things for myself.
my blog is stupid
but have a great day anyway
Friday, July 01, 2005
Can't take my eyes off of you.
I just discovered this amazing Irish troubadour - Damien Rice - after watching the movie Closer. "He doesn't so much reinvent the folk genre on this lush, impossibly mature debut album as push its boundaries in several compelling musical directions at once--all the more remarkable considering the album was largely self-produced and home-recorded." The Blower's Daughter was the one that got the most attention and yes, it is beautiful. He sings with such passionate yearning.
He was just a new discovery for me though I am thinking almost anyone can be him. You know, that broken-hearted pretty boy who's never without his acoustic guitar; always seen with his hair in his eyes and a poetry notebook in his hand. They've always existed in one form or the other, and, in all probability, always will.
And Damien is their king.
IRISH EMO!!!
Enjoy some soppyness...
He was just a new discovery for me though I am thinking almost anyone can be him. You know, that broken-hearted pretty boy who's never without his acoustic guitar; always seen with his hair in his eyes and a poetry notebook in his hand. They've always existed in one form or the other, and, in all probability, always will.
And Damien is their king.
IRISH EMO!!!
Enjoy some soppyness...
SHE'S HEEEEEEEERRRREEEEEEEEEE!
Lena is back from Brazil! yaaaaay! We'll be fighting like cats and dogs in about 2 weeks, but till then I will be in my fantasy world adoring my big sister. We'll sit around muse and talk about our plans to go to Europe together, talk about our loves and lives, laugh about the stupid things we've been up to. Then once it's all been said and we run out of anything new we'll become normal siblings, returning to our primal instinctive roots... there's a shortage of ballooning spots when we are all here - it can turn pretty ugly! Naw, we're doing better in getting along for longer periods of time or at least making up after we finish screaming at each other. I think I was finally accepted by my older siblings as a human being (I'm the baby of the 4) at the age of say... may 22 or 23, I am grateful for this welcoming to our clan! I am slowly forgetting the days when the 3 of them would close the door to their room, me on the outside of course, and organize elaborate fantasy games involving lego men and stuffed animals, spaceships, secret hideouts and . Sheets and blankets were then draped around the room to create their imaginary landscape... what torture for a little piscean to be forced to be on the outside of this perfect playtime, my only hope of being able to participate was by peering through the tiny keyhole. If I could ever guess the secret password I might be allowed to enter, I would hide around the corner in the bathroom and wait for one of them to leave the room. When they would return I would slide as cloe to the corner as possible and listen real hard as they whispered the "secret password" to the designated doorman. A few times I DID HEAR IT and proudly made my way to the door. I knock, I hear someone making their way to the door, "What's the secret password?" Mike asks, clearing my throat and beaming from ear to ear I reply blodly, "Ahem, OPEN SESAME!!". I hear some whispering and shuffling behind the door then , "Sorry, we already changed it! You'll have to go away!" My beautiful beaming smile dropped to the floor and all hopes were then dashed. Slumping my shoulders I made my way back to the bathroom to once again wait and listen in hopes of catching the secret password and trying again.
oh we've come so far since then.
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
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Wednesday, June 22, 2005
No Title
hi hi hi hi hi!
being instant in season and out of season doesn't exactly apply to blogging. amazing how life can go from blogworthiness excitement to utter boredom and monotony - all the while you've been living "ground hogs day", how does your brain decide that suddenly everything's dull? That's not a serious question, I mean fine we can do a poll on it if you waaaant.
I guess a bit of news never hurt anyone.
I've been hurting my knees lately doing Tae Bo! Too much of the concentrated weight on one leg I am supposing. So I have switched over to jogging! So far I am doing just 2.5miles in around 35min. I know, pretty pathetic, but I do try. We live in a nice neighbourhood so it's safe enough to go out in the cool of the evening, gets me away from the madness and insanity!
Oh that reminds me, we might be shipping the "madness and insanity" (aka my family) off to their next mission field sooner than later! If they stay too much longer I can just foresee debt and further solidifying of the mud they seem to be slowly sinking into. So, Andrew and I are devising a scheme to get mom and the kids out and then Eman can hopefully stay and fundraise. Disappointing that they never seem to be elligible for the "windows of heaven" downpour and always need to be bailed out. Oh well, why else do you need your own children?
So I guess that means I will be sticking around the US of A for a bit longer, I don't mind really... I'm not "worried for my soul" - life here generally doesn't appeal to me, I don't think I have enough "systemite" qualities in me to want to become hardcore. I guess more than anything I am not so afraid of living life as it comes! It was a refreshing realization that came to me the other day, you don't HAVE to be a certain way if you don't WANT to be. I know that sounds basic but for some reason I had this perpetual cloud over my head like, "ohhh if I am not THIS way then the only other thing I can be is THAT way! whatever shall I do!?" This led to a prison of guilt and I started to despise life and everyone who seemed so happy living theirs. What if I didn't fit either (as if there were only two options) mold? Where do I fit in?!?! Yes, it was sad really and I don't mind getting a few "awwwwwwwww" comments as that would just warm my poor troublesome heart :) However, rest easy. I wouldn't say I am completely figured out in the head and have some mega plan for my life and where I will be. Lets just say I am not so scared to live it! Where will it be? Mexico? South America? Alaska? Saskatchewan? Europe? Only God knows but I think He'll let me in on His plan soon enough. So, Mexico, as much as I love you - I can't give you 100% guarantees that I'll be back to stay.
bitter-sweet... I hope that our friendships don't fade (they've always seemed to in the past) I suppose that's the risk that comes with "seeing the world", you do see it but you don't necessarily take a whole lot with you on the rest of your journey - except maybe just a few keepsakes - and goodbyes can very well be forever.
/hmmmmm
being instant in season and out of season doesn't exactly apply to blogging. amazing how life can go from blogworthiness excitement to utter boredom and monotony - all the while you've been living "ground hogs day", how does your brain decide that suddenly everything's dull? That's not a serious question, I mean fine we can do a poll on it if you waaaant.
I guess a bit of news never hurt anyone.
I've been hurting my knees lately doing Tae Bo! Too much of the concentrated weight on one leg I am supposing. So I have switched over to jogging! So far I am doing just 2.5miles in around 35min. I know, pretty pathetic, but I do try. We live in a nice neighbourhood so it's safe enough to go out in the cool of the evening, gets me away from the madness and insanity!
Oh that reminds me, we might be shipping the "madness and insanity" (aka my family) off to their next mission field sooner than later! If they stay too much longer I can just foresee debt and further solidifying of the mud they seem to be slowly sinking into. So, Andrew and I are devising a scheme to get mom and the kids out and then Eman can hopefully stay and fundraise. Disappointing that they never seem to be elligible for the "windows of heaven" downpour and always need to be bailed out. Oh well, why else do you need your own children?
So I guess that means I will be sticking around the US of A for a bit longer, I don't mind really... I'm not "worried for my soul" - life here generally doesn't appeal to me, I don't think I have enough "systemite" qualities in me to want to become hardcore. I guess more than anything I am not so afraid of living life as it comes! It was a refreshing realization that came to me the other day, you don't HAVE to be a certain way if you don't WANT to be. I know that sounds basic but for some reason I had this perpetual cloud over my head like, "ohhh if I am not THIS way then the only other thing I can be is THAT way! whatever shall I do!?" This led to a prison of guilt and I started to despise life and everyone who seemed so happy living theirs. What if I didn't fit either (as if there were only two options) mold? Where do I fit in?!?! Yes, it was sad really and I don't mind getting a few "awwwwwwwww" comments as that would just warm my poor troublesome heart :) However, rest easy. I wouldn't say I am completely figured out in the head and have some mega plan for my life and where I will be. Lets just say I am not so scared to live it! Where will it be? Mexico? South America? Alaska? Saskatchewan? Europe? Only God knows but I think He'll let me in on His plan soon enough. So, Mexico, as much as I love you - I can't give you 100% guarantees that I'll be back to stay.
bitter-sweet... I hope that our friendships don't fade (they've always seemed to in the past) I suppose that's the risk that comes with "seeing the world", you do see it but you don't necessarily take a whole lot with you on the rest of your journey - except maybe just a few keepsakes - and goodbyes can very well be forever.
/hmmmmm
Friday, June 17, 2005
when you have some spare time
If you can access this link would you take the time to write something? I would really appreciate it.
http://netlinkup.com/forumfun/index.php?showtopic=5534
Thursday, June 16, 2005
Wednesday, June 15, 2005
Happy 28th oh sister of mine.
Just two shy of 30! Why do people get depressed about getting older, especially when they are still pretty young? Growing up is awesome! I mean, I still feel like a kid 99% of the time, maybe I just haven't yet had the whole merge into adulthood yet er sumthin'. Though I am thinking that could quite possibly be my nature and not something I am necessarily going to grow completely out of, is that possible? I could be 50 and skipping through the house instead of walking? I hope so. Wouldn't want to loose my pony-gallop... hmmm oh it's hard to describe really... something I figured out when I was 4 or so. Emma?? walking?? Yeeeeah right.
My sister and I are different that way. She's ALWAYS acted like the mature, responsible older sister she is and I have ALWAYS acted like the silly, crazy, irresponsible little sister I am. I don't think she ever had a hint of the same personality so I'm just thinkin' that maybe some people are destined to grow and become bonafide adults and some quite possibly aren't (?) Beats me really.
Now, I know there is a line there... somewhere. Of course we all you know, grow up and mature (or SHOULD!!)being too irresponsible and too childish are of course bad qualities as an adult having not yet crossed that ominous "maturity" line. But in completely abandoning your childlike side one can actually see how that can make aging depressing. I just think if you are young at heart, getting older isn't all that bad. At least you are having a good time getting through life, so who really cares about those numbers?
Happy Birthday! Be happy! Life is great!
My sister and I are different that way. She's ALWAYS acted like the mature, responsible older sister she is and I have ALWAYS acted like the silly, crazy, irresponsible little sister I am. I don't think she ever had a hint of the same personality so I'm just thinkin' that maybe some people are destined to grow and become bonafide adults and some quite possibly aren't (?) Beats me really.
Now, I know there is a line there... somewhere. Of course we all you know, grow up and mature (or SHOULD!!)being too irresponsible and too childish are of course bad qualities as an adult having not yet crossed that ominous "maturity" line. But in completely abandoning your childlike side one can actually see how that can make aging depressing. I just think if you are young at heart, getting older isn't all that bad. At least you are having a good time getting through life, so who really cares about those numbers?
Happy Birthday! Be happy! Life is great!
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
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