Notice: the following post may not be suitable for children.
Damn it! Stupid idiotic hateful ire. I have heard way too many times from women that I am too good for them. Or that they are too bad for me, that their pasts are too sordid, and their problems too great. Where the hell is a woman who will give me a chance. How, along the way, did I become too good of a guy to date? What the heck is that? How does that make any sense? I'm about fed up with it. To make matters worse it appears I have lost the battle. I fought the past for the future and once again I lost. But this time I lost so much. It has not been confirmed yet, but actions speak louder than words. Even so I must now wait for the aff or the neg. Did I ever get a chance? That alone is probably the most frustrating part, having been declared the looser of the game before I was given a chance to play. But, that is the way of things, is it not? The way of this life unequal in manner or means. The way... So now what, I suppose first I await the inevitable and cross my fingers that fate grant me a real chance, then I find a new fun destructive distractive hobby (the destructive part is just to add fun). Perhaps a mindless repetitive, sensate activity, such as over-drinking, or some such other replacement. I suppose I could be constructive and build something, or put more time into that job thing...
But otherwise it's been beautiful out. Perfect cruis'n weather... Or it was yesterday... Today the dark clouds match my mood, today I yell BRING FORTH THE STORM!!!
Thursday, July 30, 2009
To Wonder Why
Why do the ghosts of our past follow us into the future? Strangely enough I am not speaking of myself this time. I have a friend who is dealing with some really rough things. Things that in the past I myself have had to deal with. But my friend will not open themselves to the help of others. To make matters worse the very cause of the problem appears to be rearing its ugly head and returning to the center stage. How foolish we are as humans to allow such things. This is not a judgment on my part, but rather an observation as I am guilty of the same thing. Some problems are best left to the past, their resolution: to fade in memory as unresolved. This is because for many problems (of the social and emotional sort) there are no true, clear, or real solutions. Rather there are states of existence, they are different, but nothing will ever fix a problem, and a scar will forever remain a scar. It pains me to watch others go through what I have, and even more so to not be able to help steer them away from my own failures. But then again, the lessons we learn must be learned by us and no one else can do that learning in our place...
The Wrath of Achilles
It fascinates me the persona of Achilles. The primary source being the Iliad, but there are others. As it turns out the whole immortality thing didn't seem to exist until nearly a thousand years after the presumed war at Troy. But like I said, the persona is the key. Achilles' name is a compound in Greek (like nearly every Greek name from any epic each person's name said something about their character) meaning something like "the pain of a people" but Wikipedia defines it as "grief" which is still true to the word but slightly less accurate in my understanding. Achilles was driven by the greed of immortality, but I believe that he not only knew of his own mortality, but believed in it. I think much of himself is metaphorical. The prophecy of his death is tied to his lust. Early in life his mother is presented with the paths his life may take, he may grow old and die but live a long uneventful life, or he may be remembered forever but die young in war. See I believe that he knew well of his own mortality and that is why he sought fame so eagerly. Ironic though, and logical, that the fame of war brings death, ironic because from it grows a sense of immortality. Achilles is wronged by his superiors and insulted and not compensated for such a mis-justice. But the irony is, he fights for his own glory, and in his own rage strikes out, after a decade of idle sulking. First his stubbornness was so great that it brought the pain of loss and years to his people, and later so great was his rage that he brought shame and disgrace to all of his kind. Festering anger, unresolved emotions, such things rot in our soul and when they are brought into the light, they stink for all who see them.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
The Ritual
A year and a day, otherwise known as the same day of next year, or in some cases the day after the same day of next year. It depends on the emphasis and context stupidly enough. See if given a year and a day, the interval time will occur in the next year one way or another. Such a system was known for a long time as the faery pact, but shows up in many other places still today.
The reason I bring it up is because today I celebrate such a ritual. Today is a day of solitary reflection significant to my life. As a year has seasons so does a life, and for reasons I will never understand we, as humans, spend the precious time we have left to live re-living the events of the past. Now I do admit that the past is a near sacred thing as it should be remembered and learned from. Additionally it is sacred because of the three basic temporal states, it is the only one which cannot be affected by choice. But for these reasons and to honor the memory of those I've lost, to reflect on where I am, and to remember that there is hope for what is to come I spend this day in trnas-flection. Today I shall drink to these things and begin my first step into my future. This day turns the page of the seasons of my life, just as it has in the past and shall do in the future.
If you don't already, I suggest you pick a day of special significance and use it to celebrate nothing as I have. It adds character, and will bring meaning to the other meaningless celebrations of life as you further begin to understand why ritual repetition is important as a reinforcing tool of identity. Make your own ritual and define your own identity, better to do this, then forever be defined by the world around you without your say in the matter.
The reason I bring it up is because today I celebrate such a ritual. Today is a day of solitary reflection significant to my life. As a year has seasons so does a life, and for reasons I will never understand we, as humans, spend the precious time we have left to live re-living the events of the past. Now I do admit that the past is a near sacred thing as it should be remembered and learned from. Additionally it is sacred because of the three basic temporal states, it is the only one which cannot be affected by choice. But for these reasons and to honor the memory of those I've lost, to reflect on where I am, and to remember that there is hope for what is to come I spend this day in trnas-flection. Today I shall drink to these things and begin my first step into my future. This day turns the page of the seasons of my life, just as it has in the past and shall do in the future.
If you don't already, I suggest you pick a day of special significance and use it to celebrate nothing as I have. It adds character, and will bring meaning to the other meaningless celebrations of life as you further begin to understand why ritual repetition is important as a reinforcing tool of identity. Make your own ritual and define your own identity, better to do this, then forever be defined by the world around you without your say in the matter.
Monday, July 27, 2009
Top Gear
Yeah, been a while since my last post. Been doin' lots and watching lots of this awesome show. Luckily the all mighty internet knows of the awesome. So to entertain you in the mean time, here's a bunch of stuff.
Toyota pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3
... I love Top Gear...
And I figure I'll give you a break from the diary like writing for a post.
Toyota pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3
... I love Top Gear...
And I figure I'll give you a break from the diary like writing for a post.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Woah
Ever have those dreams that are so real that when you wake up you're unsure and confused about what really happened and what was a dream? What about a whole night of them? I'm quite confused. Granted I from what I remember of the dreams I know never happened, but I had so many that I'm bound to mix them up with real memories.
Oh well, in recent events we all pitched in to get a friend a great gag gift. He loves it, so much so that he named it Walter, and carries it around with him wherever he goes. This includes to restaurants and work. I ended up sitting on it most of the other night to help keep us from getting kicked out of a restaurant. But all things considered, he received it well... And now he's using it to torture co-workers.
Oh well, in recent events we all pitched in to get a friend a great gag gift. He loves it, so much so that he named it Walter, and carries it around with him wherever he goes. This includes to restaurants and work. I ended up sitting on it most of the other night to help keep us from getting kicked out of a restaurant. But all things considered, he received it well... And now he's using it to torture co-workers.
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Google Thy-Self
...What the heck?..
Someone messed with my blog. Also I seem to come up in an interesting variety of places. What a strange jumble of my prior posts. Kudos to whoever did such a horrendous thing. It seems to just be a program that looks for blogs and scrambles them to make funny outcomes, if you have a blog, I recommend you check for yours.
Someone messed with my blog. Also I seem to come up in an interesting variety of places. What a strange jumble of my prior posts. Kudos to whoever did such a horrendous thing. It seems to just be a program that looks for blogs and scrambles them to make funny outcomes, if you have a blog, I recommend you check for yours.
Epimetheus
Today I spent the day "bar hopping" kinda. I started at a GAR, moved on to TGIF and ended at a karaoke place, meeting (more like gathering) friends along the way. It was a good carefree day. But it started in a fun sort of way. I began the day spending time with a fair young lady. She was funny. We talked for a time, she decided to get me a drink before I ordered one. When she came back with the drink she asked me if that was what I wanted, "Because I (she) can get you (me) tea or water or beer or whatever, it's really no problem." Later she forcefully gave me a straw by reaching across the table as fast as she could nearly throwing the straw into my lap before I could respond to her question of whether or not I wanted one. She didn't throw it though, but rather placed it next to my glass. There was one other couple in the restaurant who she was attending to, so after a brief stop she whispered "I'll be right back after I get these people some wine." Later I caught the corner of her eye and she flashed a shy smile. But before it was over, she reached across the whole length of the table to take a pair of wrapped utensils and place them next to me way after I had begun eating without them (nachos and dip don't need utensils), but she said that she was "Just trying to help." It was just such an awkward form of help. Twice she almost sat down with me without thinking about it and even remarked on that, and how, at the place we used to see each other she would have. She is silly, and makes me smile. I guess its better than the last time we met and she hit me. Hahahaha. Ah, to be young and awkward. Truth is, the whole encounter was just plain fun. I enjoy her company and wish I could be graced by it more. But alas, the time is not yet right, and even then it may be wrong... But it would seem that she is trying to anticipate my needs and take care of me, though that may be looking WAY too deep into it all.
To that effect I almost wrote a letter which I did not in fact end up writing. An epimetheus if you will. See, I'm usually slow on the uptake for the perfect time for perfect words to be said to craft truly good jokes. And for some reason my mind subconsciously cranks away at words said and unsaid for hours after they are spoken. Honestly, I do not think about these things or obsess about them. I'll just be walking down the street and think randomly "I should have said X as that would have been funny." And to that effect almost wrote an awkward rambling letter about the whole sitting thing and comparing and contrasting that to a date which I have been dissuaded from in the past. It was bad, and so it was deleted. Although awkward rambling seems to be my forte (as seen in this blog) it is not what I'm often going for.
Oh well, I can't sleep and figured I'd share some about my day. It was a good day. :)
To that effect I almost wrote a letter which I did not in fact end up writing. An epimetheus if you will. See, I'm usually slow on the uptake for the perfect time for perfect words to be said to craft truly good jokes. And for some reason my mind subconsciously cranks away at words said and unsaid for hours after they are spoken. Honestly, I do not think about these things or obsess about them. I'll just be walking down the street and think randomly "I should have said X as that would have been funny." And to that effect almost wrote an awkward rambling letter about the whole sitting thing and comparing and contrasting that to a date which I have been dissuaded from in the past. It was bad, and so it was deleted. Although awkward rambling seems to be my forte (as seen in this blog) it is not what I'm often going for.
Oh well, I can't sleep and figured I'd share some about my day. It was a good day. :)
Saturday, July 18, 2009
The progress of truth
It's the thought that counts
Today I was told this, by a person who I gave something to. Now normally I'd take it as an insult. Especially coming from the receiving person. But... This time, it is a complement and maybe the first time in my life that the thought has counted. I said something to someone, I did it in another language, and then I was mocked by someone else for using an online translator to help me. I do know a bit about that language, but I am parsecs from fluent and light years from even conversational. So as to not write something equivalent to the toddler speak that I may be capable of, I used the tools at hand. Luckily, even though the recipient knew I cheated, they thanked me and told me not only that, but what I had written about was wrong, yet thanked me anyways and followed up with "it's the thought that counts." Wow, the thought actually counted for something. Never before in my life has the thought counted. After cheating on a translation, then messing that up, and even writing something inapplicable to the conversation at hand, the thought counted.
the progress of truth
I am a believer in real knowledge, yet though I may laugh, I will not mock the tools of learning that are available to us today. Technology and institutionalized learning are both important parts of today's process of learning, and one is not necessarily better then another, as long as that which is being learned is true.
trolls
When a man seeks knowledge and makes a mis-step, if you correct him and he honestly seeks to learn he will thank you for your help, but if you mock him for his ignorance he will only learn to hate you. For if you mock a person who does not know any better what good do you do them if they truly seek knowledge but discourage their desire. I beg you, do not react to those who do not know as much as you as an elitist who guards the precious knowledge from them and mocks them for not knowing what you do. Such actions are folly and ignorance, for you bring insult to the very knowledge you have. By mocking the less educated all you do is discourage them from learning, and you at one point were in their shoes, uneducated and foolish. Do not build a barrier between them and what they seek, building walls to keep others out is not how you were able to learn. And it is not a fault that they do not yet know what you do.
the hero with a thousand faces
Joseph Campbell was mocked for his theories, even though movies like Star Wars, which were successful, followed his patterns to near perfection. Even worse, over time the writings of Campbell have been forgotten and discounted, yet they still apply today as the same stories get repackaged and people still buy them.
Today I was told this, by a person who I gave something to. Now normally I'd take it as an insult. Especially coming from the receiving person. But... This time, it is a complement and maybe the first time in my life that the thought has counted. I said something to someone, I did it in another language, and then I was mocked by someone else for using an online translator to help me. I do know a bit about that language, but I am parsecs from fluent and light years from even conversational. So as to not write something equivalent to the toddler speak that I may be capable of, I used the tools at hand. Luckily, even though the recipient knew I cheated, they thanked me and told me not only that, but what I had written about was wrong, yet thanked me anyways and followed up with "it's the thought that counts." Wow, the thought actually counted for something. Never before in my life has the thought counted. After cheating on a translation, then messing that up, and even writing something inapplicable to the conversation at hand, the thought counted.
the progress of truth
I am a believer in real knowledge, yet though I may laugh, I will not mock the tools of learning that are available to us today. Technology and institutionalized learning are both important parts of today's process of learning, and one is not necessarily better then another, as long as that which is being learned is true.
trolls
When a man seeks knowledge and makes a mis-step, if you correct him and he honestly seeks to learn he will thank you for your help, but if you mock him for his ignorance he will only learn to hate you. For if you mock a person who does not know any better what good do you do them if they truly seek knowledge but discourage their desire. I beg you, do not react to those who do not know as much as you as an elitist who guards the precious knowledge from them and mocks them for not knowing what you do. Such actions are folly and ignorance, for you bring insult to the very knowledge you have. By mocking the less educated all you do is discourage them from learning, and you at one point were in their shoes, uneducated and foolish. Do not build a barrier between them and what they seek, building walls to keep others out is not how you were able to learn. And it is not a fault that they do not yet know what you do.
the hero with a thousand faces
Joseph Campbell was mocked for his theories, even though movies like Star Wars, which were successful, followed his patterns to near perfection. Even worse, over time the writings of Campbell have been forgotten and discounted, yet they still apply today as the same stories get repackaged and people still buy them.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Game Day
... It's 8 am, and I'm awake... Didn't I just go to sleep?!?! ugh, now I can't get back to sleep. It's just one of those weeks, haunted once again. But luckily I have something for you dear reader (as I normally partially write these beforehand). Today I wished to switch gears to my other favorite topic and talk about some of the games coming out soon.
Of course the anticipation over if the Bliz will mess up Diablo is growing. But also some new candidates to drool over have suddenly appeared. There were rumors that Lucasarts was working on another Monkey Island game, and the rumors have been proven true. But most of all I present to you the dark horse of the selection. I had no idea that the licensing for this game was even up for grabs anymore. All I have to say is mmmmMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMmmm!
Now it may seem limited, and I do keep up to date with releases and rumors of games, but I just am not too excited about some of the things on their way. I mean, ToR could be cool, but I'd rather have another NWN clone than a MMORPG. Or for goodness sake the TSL Restoration Project could wrap things up. But I guess Team Gizka isn't quite as large as the good ol' folks at Holowan Labs. I simply expect SC2 to be bad. I mean, it only took Blizzard how many years to make a squeal that might not have ripped off of a bad scifi movie? And how many new units are there? And wait, are those graphics from Warcraft 3? Yeah, not expecting much from that one. As always Bethsoft is working on a few secret projects, so there is still hope. And I have heard whispers of a nameless fear to the east, something about something about Wizards... But it is only a rumor. Until then, I shall look to the past.
Of course the anticipation over if the Bliz will mess up Diablo is growing. But also some new candidates to drool over have suddenly appeared. There were rumors that Lucasarts was working on another Monkey Island game, and the rumors have been proven true. But most of all I present to you the dark horse of the selection. I had no idea that the licensing for this game was even up for grabs anymore. All I have to say is mmmmMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMmmm!
Now it may seem limited, and I do keep up to date with releases and rumors of games, but I just am not too excited about some of the things on their way. I mean, ToR could be cool, but I'd rather have another NWN clone than a MMORPG. Or for goodness sake the TSL Restoration Project could wrap things up. But I guess Team Gizka isn't quite as large as the good ol' folks at Holowan Labs. I simply expect SC2 to be bad. I mean, it only took Blizzard how many years to make a squeal that might not have ripped off of a bad scifi movie? And how many new units are there? And wait, are those graphics from Warcraft 3? Yeah, not expecting much from that one. As always Bethsoft is working on a few secret projects, so there is still hope. And I have heard whispers of a nameless fear to the east, something about something about Wizards... But it is only a rumor. Until then, I shall look to the past.
Some Days
Sittin' here, drinking throwback, eatin' PB & J, and a small bag of chips. Some days are better than others. I have yet to be called back by the tutoring position. I am haunted by the past and the promises broken. I was commended yesterday on my choice to forgo the pay I get for the weekend work I do, and it was all I could do to not interrupt and ask them to stop complementing me on how good of a person I am. I am not a good person. I just made a decision that was logical, others need the money more than me... But I still need money to live. Just because I'm the bitter nice guy and I was foolish enough to put others first (others who will never repay the favor) does not mean I'm an inspiration to others. Rather I am a fool for giving up what I have. Nice guys always loose. I have never found an exception to this rule, and the corollary is that once you are a nice guy, you really cant ever go back. Your only choice is to be trampled by the world and always loose. But in one area I have decided to fight. To fight a loosing battle yet to fight none the less. I will win a worthy bride... ewwww, and I just stuck my hand in my sandwich and got jelly everywhere... I guess at least its not as bad as my drinking problem...
...Yes, today it is all about me... and for good reason as seen here...
...Yes, today it is all about me... and for good reason as seen here...
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
For the kids
I know, it's been a while from my last post. Truth is not much has happened since then. Only really remarkable thing was that I've been offered several tutoring positions. I had to laugh for a good long time about this. As it turns out my degree in "English" coupled with my 6 months of subbing experience seems to make multiple people want me to tutor their kids for the writing and verbal sections of the SAT. I laugh, and rightly so, since I studied heroes, folk art, king arthur, and the like rather than actual English. But I set my own hours, wages, and pace so I'll give it a shot. Never would I have ever foreseen myself tutoring. But then again, it will pay something.
Speaking of paying something, I am hesitant to bring this up, but in an attempt to remain honest with you, I should. My church released a financial statement, they aren't doing so well. So I wrote a letter to them giving them permission to cut or cancel my salary. This was two weeks ago. Currently they are the only place I'm being paid from (in the summer I don't sub) so this will hurt. Also related to money, I got an email from one of the various jobs I applied for, they said that they liked my resume but have decided to move forward with another candidate... That just seems to be the way things have been going lately... Well, unrelated except on the thread of failure by being second place, I am still moving forward with the girl and keeping my fingers crossed rightfully so.
Gd'day chaps, catch you on the flip-side.
Speaking of paying something, I am hesitant to bring this up, but in an attempt to remain honest with you, I should. My church released a financial statement, they aren't doing so well. So I wrote a letter to them giving them permission to cut or cancel my salary. This was two weeks ago. Currently they are the only place I'm being paid from (in the summer I don't sub) so this will hurt. Also related to money, I got an email from one of the various jobs I applied for, they said that they liked my resume but have decided to move forward with another candidate... That just seems to be the way things have been going lately... Well, unrelated except on the thread of failure by being second place, I am still moving forward with the girl and keeping my fingers crossed rightfully so.
Gd'day chaps, catch you on the flip-side.
Friday, July 10, 2009
WASD
Wow, a week after vacation and what is there to show for it? Well, after getting back, it's almost like my vacation just kept on going. I've spent nearly every day sleeping in, out late and wasting time. I spent some time at the bar, and got hit by a girl. 'Been doing a lot of reading. Tonight I get to see the NSO's VGC. I'm excited, should be quite good. I'll probably give a post op afterwords (no sense in doing a pre-op post amirite).
And although I've said it before, I say it again... I love Atton.
...I just realized that I'm talking to a dog about me possibly being crazy... But since he is sane, he could never understand what I am going through...
The Followup:
The concert was AWESOME. The video game pianist was there, as well as Sid Meyer and some others. They played themes from Zelda, Mario, Chrono Trigger, Final Fantasy, World of Warcraft, Halo, Metal Gear, Tetris... it was great. At the beginning the MC was pumping up the crowd by saying things like "Some people say games are bad for you, some say they rot your brain..." In between each the crowd would boo, but when he said "Some people say video games make you violent" some guy in the crowd yelled out "We should kill those people!" It could not have been timed or said better. I love irony. Towards the middle was a poem which I shall recite here for you, the credit goes to whoever made it and this person was not me, so without further ado, here it is.
Roses are FF0000
Violets are 0000FF
All your base are belong to us
And although I've said it before, I say it again... I love Atton.
...I just realized that I'm talking to a dog about me possibly being crazy... But since he is sane, he could never understand what I am going through...
The Followup:
The concert was AWESOME. The video game pianist was there, as well as Sid Meyer and some others. They played themes from Zelda, Mario, Chrono Trigger, Final Fantasy, World of Warcraft, Halo, Metal Gear, Tetris... it was great. At the beginning the MC was pumping up the crowd by saying things like "Some people say games are bad for you, some say they rot your brain..." In between each the crowd would boo, but when he said "Some people say video games make you violent" some guy in the crowd yelled out "We should kill those people!" It could not have been timed or said better. I love irony. Towards the middle was a poem which I shall recite here for you, the credit goes to whoever made it and this person was not me, so without further ado, here it is.
Roses are FF0000
Violets are 0000FF
All your base are belong to us
Sunday, July 5, 2009
He is...
My Way Home:
I woke up at the crack of 7 this morning to travel home with family. I got to ride with my father home which was cool. Had some interesting conversations, learned some bits of his past and heard way too much of his music. But while traveling home I came up with some interesting pondering.
1. If we study history to learn from the mistakes of the past, why don't we study / interact with the present as to implement what we learn thus not repeating those mistakes. It's like were all riding in a bus, barreling down a mountain. Ahead of us a bus just like ours went flying off a cliff and smashed onto the ground below. When a person stands up, becomes historically and presently aware they must ask "Who is driving the bus?" to which the other passengers respond "I don't know, but it's not you!"
2. The idea of the invisible monopoly, a group of like minded people decide that to make a good profit and still sell goods they must be in competition as much as lets them only raise their prices a little less than the other guy. general inflation of goods which are physically deteriorating and thus depreciating rather than appreciating as the price suggests. I know that the free market should end this theory by saying a radical producer will undercut and thus force others to improve quality or reduce price, but what about when supply is finite, like real estate?
...the most interesting man in the world:
Ha, well in the room. Today I came back from vacation, which means back to the job hunt / fight-to-the-death. I arrived back in town around 1pm, unpacked, helped the fam unpack, then went to see and thank my long distance local guide. I spent two hours at the bar while my friend tended it. But during that time I felt like the most interesting guy in the world, all thanks to her. The bar had a decent number of people at it, but to start off she poured herself a glass of water and plopped it down next to me. While the majority of the patrons asked her questions, hit on her, and told bad jokes which she laughed politely to, she would always come back around to me and ask me questions and tell me jokes. That's right, of all the attention hogging patrons who the smoking hot bartender served, she treated me like a star. I can't thank her enough for an experience like that. Making me the envy of all the other people who tried so hard to impress her, and all I did was sit quietly, drink my beer, and chat with her when she had time. Then just as I was leaving, she cut my bill in half, stating that "as a bartender she has the right to give away one direct freebie per day." and that I was the one she thought deserved it for taking my time to hang out. She's given me free drinks for years, but that's not why I keep coming back. Hahaha, wouldn't it be funny if we both were trying to earn/buy each-other's respect... when we already had received it without needing to ask? Well, I can dream.
In(ter)dependence:
The fourth was good, good time spent with friends, a fun encounter with the cops and drunken debauchery. Not all necessarily in that order, or specific to any person. A good year. A time that teaches us that yes we are free, but we also need each other to have a good time like we had.
I woke up at the crack of 7 this morning to travel home with family. I got to ride with my father home which was cool. Had some interesting conversations, learned some bits of his past and heard way too much of his music. But while traveling home I came up with some interesting pondering.
1. If we study history to learn from the mistakes of the past, why don't we study / interact with the present as to implement what we learn thus not repeating those mistakes. It's like were all riding in a bus, barreling down a mountain. Ahead of us a bus just like ours went flying off a cliff and smashed onto the ground below. When a person stands up, becomes historically and presently aware they must ask "Who is driving the bus?" to which the other passengers respond "I don't know, but it's not you!"
2. The idea of the invisible monopoly, a group of like minded people decide that to make a good profit and still sell goods they must be in competition as much as lets them only raise their prices a little less than the other guy. general inflation of goods which are physically deteriorating and thus depreciating rather than appreciating as the price suggests. I know that the free market should end this theory by saying a radical producer will undercut and thus force others to improve quality or reduce price, but what about when supply is finite, like real estate?
...the most interesting man in the world:
Ha, well in the room. Today I came back from vacation, which means back to the job hunt / fight-to-the-death. I arrived back in town around 1pm, unpacked, helped the fam unpack, then went to see and thank my long distance local guide. I spent two hours at the bar while my friend tended it. But during that time I felt like the most interesting guy in the world, all thanks to her. The bar had a decent number of people at it, but to start off she poured herself a glass of water and plopped it down next to me. While the majority of the patrons asked her questions, hit on her, and told bad jokes which she laughed politely to, she would always come back around to me and ask me questions and tell me jokes. That's right, of all the attention hogging patrons who the smoking hot bartender served, she treated me like a star. I can't thank her enough for an experience like that. Making me the envy of all the other people who tried so hard to impress her, and all I did was sit quietly, drink my beer, and chat with her when she had time. Then just as I was leaving, she cut my bill in half, stating that "as a bartender she has the right to give away one direct freebie per day." and that I was the one she thought deserved it for taking my time to hang out. She's given me free drinks for years, but that's not why I keep coming back. Hahaha, wouldn't it be funny if we both were trying to earn/buy each-other's respect... when we already had received it without needing to ask? Well, I can dream.
In(ter)dependence:
The fourth was good, good time spent with friends, a fun encounter with the cops and drunken debauchery. Not all necessarily in that order, or specific to any person. A good year. A time that teaches us that yes we are free, but we also need each other to have a good time like we had.
Friday, July 3, 2009
The Hedgehog
Sonic, a place I visited today. See, I didn't think I'd have anything to talk about today as you may have noticed that yesterday's post was quite short. Well, the day is only half over (its 4pm) and I have much to talk about. Today George left early, I was finally able to get some sleep with my burns, but sadly slept through his leaving. After I got up I decided to make this vacation day mine, not my families, not my friends but mine. I stole a car and went joyriding most of the day. I checked out the local shops, ate at a sonic (they dont exist where I live), bought some liquor for my parental units (hahaha how often do I get to do that... NEVER), and randomly found myself somewhere I never expected. I stopped by an ATM to get money to buy tickets for the upcoming video game concert, but ended up spending the money on a local sports team. I had taken mom's car and it was covered in bird crap as it had been parked under a suspended wire all week, and while driving home I was flagged down by the local high school girls field hockey team. Now my memory is not perfect, but its not bad either, I often remember little things rather than big things and thus what I do remember often comes out as being creepy. Stupid memory being that way. So the Kellam field hockey team flagged me down for their car wash. I gave them some money, and then remembered that I had a friend who went there, so I ended up donating all of my video game concert ticket money to their program. If that school can produce people as cool as my friend, then I'll definitely support their programs.
WOOOO HAHAHAHA hahahaha HAHAHAHA I just found my college latin teacher on facebook! He is an awesome guy and I think I remember him swearing that he would only join when hell froze over... HAhahahaHAHAHAhaha. Love it!
Then, dinner with the Fam, walk with dad, and my plan is to see the sun set one last time on the beach... :)
WOOOO HAHAHAHA hahahaha HAHAHAHA I just found my college latin teacher on facebook! He is an awesome guy and I think I remember him swearing that he would only join when hell froze over... HAhahahaHAHAHAhaha. Love it!
Then, dinner with the Fam, walk with dad, and my plan is to see the sun set one last time on the beach... :)
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Thor's day
Today, well today, today... Nothing really happened. For some reason I have convinced myself to chronicle every day that I am on vacation (as you may have noticed) on a daily basis. This plan, however, is inherently flawed. Although it is true that every day holds a significance that can be written about and expounded on, in truth I really didn't do much today. I am still burnt, and it hurts a lot, so today I didn't leave the house except for dinner.
That's all folks!
That's all folks!
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