phil is coming tomorrow, that's a surprise. i guess i'll take him to oakland
and to paint with us or something.
played basketball for the first time in a while today.
the tool album i got is really good.
i'm surprised 80 minute cds work on my writer. i read, granted it was three
years ago when 80 minute cds first were made, that your writer had to be
a certain kind to write to 80 minute cds. now they have it down so that
they're cheap and work on all writers. dope. i can finally make a copy
of jilted generation, load, et al.
finished the job today around the time i had anticipated.
we get tomorrow off so that's nice.
i'm going to oakland on saturday that'll be a trip.
don't know what to have for dinner tonight. probably just breakfast burritos.
get paid my last library paycheck next wednesday and get paid my first
painting paycheck next friday.
this last house we painted had shit as the trim color so i have shit all
over my hands. i think the shit was actually called loam, but it looks
a lot like shit.
updated movie list.
saw american movie again. what a great great great documentary. really
brings out the whole range of human experience. from happiness, laughter,
anger, sadness, etc. a must see.
bought a cd last night for 18 bucks then got 5 bucks from scott to make
a copy. only problem was that i had to buy 80 minute blank cds because
the cd is 77 minutes. money doesn't concern me.
i wish the world was a lot better than it is. i wish people like bill and
marc borchardt got the respect they deserve. my dad's cousin, luke, is
a funny guy. he basically lives like a bum. never has a shirt or shoes
on. lives with his mom still. is usually dirty looking, with a full beard
and head of hair, but he is really an inspirational guy. never have i seen
such a full-spirited and fun guy.
it's tough not to discriminate, but it must be done (not discriminating,
big news of yesterday was rage against the machine and beastie boys (my
two favorite intact groups) will be touring this summer. there is no chance
in hell that if they get anywhere on the west coast i will miss a show.
is there anything wrong with eating skin that is flaking off your own body?
i say no.
when it comes to parenting i would be very laid back
i should hang out with johnny more often.
my ankle hurts for some reason. i think i already said that. dumbo.
don't know how many times i've said this before, but - truth is stranger
than fiction. non-fiction is just plain better than fiction, movies and
books. it's hard to go wrong with non-fiction. obviously i like both, but
it's amazing that people don't really watch non-fiction movies or read
non-fiction books. maybe entertainment is more important than information
i think spike lee is boss.
today we painted. yay. got paint in eye. gay.
bitch at blockbuster gave us a hard time.
i think most people overestimate how much they will miss someone.
my ankle hurts.
i want the 49ers to win the superbowl.
i think cds are the perfect size.
only five hours today.
went out and had chinese food i couldn't afford.
got the bug back and it rocks, i spent a lot of money on it, but i don't
saw a movie. updated movielist.
120 so fart.
tomorrow we paint the house, oh joy.
marina asked me if vern and i would come over and see a movie with her
and her friend, i said yes. i ended up forgetting all about it. i think
this is a good sign.
scott went up to a random girl, sat next to her, and talked with her. he
got her number. scott gets employee of the month honors.
i'm always tired.
vern shaved my head today shorter than i've ever had it. it's also really
blond. i look funny.
got less than 5 hours of sleep last night.
it's 84 degrees in the house now.
i got burned, i need more sunscreen.
today we got up and left by 7:15. got to the bug shop and finally got the
car in. i decided to just get a tune-up, it's going to cost more than i
wanted to spend, but there's not much i can do about it. i don't know how
to check the timing, compression, service the air cleaner, and all the
other shit that they are going to do so i just got it done with them.
so i dropped off the car and then jon (who had been tailing me the whole
way) was going to drive us to the paint store, buy some paint, and then
take us to the job site to get started. as it turns out his transmission
would cut out after he got to 50 mph so we couldn't really drive on the
freeway. so we took the car to several places and, having not had it checked
out by anyone, ended up filling it with transmission fluid to see if that
might help. at around 12pm we were finally back on the road and driving
well over 50 mph
we got to the paint store and then to the old job site where vern and i
finished up the last part of the house under budget. this is good because
it means more money. the job was budgeted for 18 hours total and it ended
up taking more like 13 (between the two of us).
while we worked, jon went back to davis where he picked up a friend with
a triple-A card so he could get his other car (the land rover) towed. the
land rover's gear shift had broken while in sacramento a few days ago and
he never got it taken care of. today he finally got it towed home. the
car we were driving today was a spare car his parents weren't using.
obviously this day was long and fun-filled.
finally we got home at 9:40 after having dropped of the equipment at the
new job site which we will begin work at tomorrow.
we rented a movie, but it started kind of late and i'm really damn tired.
miller's crossing is the movie, i done seen it before, but that was when
it first came out like 80 years ago.
i have to leave tomorrow by 8am, i really hope we get home at a reasonable
time. tomorrow we work on a wood house which should be extremely fun to
i need more fluids and sleep.
i have to leave to get my car in the shop in about 6 hours. i'm glad i'm
getting it taken care of though.
updated movie list.
we are using monique's tv so now i have a chance to catch up during the
summer for my movie goal.
my hair is light orange because of the "sun-in" lemon juice shit, it's
waking up early actually isn't as bad as i thought.
life's a journey not a destination. if this is true then i'm probably doing
myself a disservice by not experiencing the party life and the drugs and
alcohol that go along with it. why don't i do those things? after all it
is perfectly normal - most people my age do it. maybe my answer when people
ask why i don't do those things should be "because martin luther king didn't"...then
i'm just a follower. hmmm.
one wants to be an individual, but one wants to have the feeling that what
he does is normal. i think the easiest answer is that each person is going
to live their life their own way, experiencing different things and having
different sets of beliefs, but no one way is better than the other. that
should probably have some kind of qualifier though. like no one way is
better than the other as long as living your life your way doesn't infringe
upon another's way of life. there's a lot more to it than that though.
if life were a destination then it would be a little more simple. i think
the whole process is made easier by religion or by leaders. it's too hard
to figure out how to live life by yourself.
be true to yourself and you will never fall. that makes things a lot easier.
if i start believing in god and religion and i live my life according to
his standards then i will feel that what i'm doing is the right way. this
would be a very contenting feeling. it's easy, then, to see why so many
people choose religion as a guide for living their life. the bible has
proven itself a guide for millions because it holds so many answers within.
i think most people don't like being surrounded by stupidity, it's just
numbing and overall annoying. then it becomes an issue of what one deems
stupidity. for me i often think of people being drunk as also being stupid,
although this is not a rule - rather an observation. so why is drunkenness
so stupid to me and should it be? because drinking and drugs was of great
import in the destruction of my family i might be more inclined to reject
it. however, not all drinking and use of drugs is towards this end. so
i would be taking the easy route to denounce all use of alcohol and drugs.
maybe i could make an argument that anything mind altering is unattractive
to me. love is mind altering, so is caffeine (i've shunned coffee, but
obviously not mountain dew)...thus i could be seen as a hypocrite, to shun
alcohol and drugs, but not caffeine or love or other mind altering things
(even music maybe?). when you break it down enough even our economic system
is mind altering - capitalism makes people think in terms of efficiency.
what separates caffeine, love, sports, music, drugs and alcohol? i might
say varying degrees and the direction in which they point your thoughts.
caffeine obviously doesn't have the same effect as heroine and love doesn't
normally alter your mind in the same negative direction as pcp.
as everything in life there is not always a concrete rule, there's always
an exception to the rule, and the rules are made arbitrarily.
taking the car in tomorrow, jon is giving me a ride from the shop to work.
i'm checking my grades right now. this could ruin my day or they might
not be up yet.
had breakfast burritos with bacon, a smoothie, 4 small ego waffles, and
some juice today. in case you care.
i think i forgot to write about a little final school day story. i take
my last final and get the paper back. i look at the grade and it's not
very good. i read the comments and it says "where are pages 7 and 8?" i
look and sure enough two of my pages are missing. holy bat shit. so i run
to the computer lab and download the paper from my webpage (good thing
i put it online by then) print it out and slide the complete copy under
my TA's office door hoping that she gets it and changes my grade. i just
checked and i got a B in the class. i passed the two classes i took pass/no
pass and the fourth class (the one with the take home final) doesn't have
a grade posted yet.
i like the use of the floor tom in the beach boys' pet sounds...they use
it a lot and i don't know what it is about it, but it has just the right
amount of reverb and sounds really nice.
so here's the plan as far as i can figure it out so far. my grades pretty
much suck overall so getting into grad school would be trying and not too
fruitful. so after college i take a quarter off and live in some girl's
pants then i go and get some teaching credentials and start teaching government
in high school.
phil got back from mexico and, well, he had a crazy time. bad boy.
no more tv means no more movies for a while. this sucks. the summer was
supposed to be the time for catching up on my 300 goal.
updated movie list.
people are strange, when you're a stranger. faces look ugly, when you're
alone. jim morrison rocks.
tired, i am.
7-11 changed their slurpee lid...it used to be a perfect circle on top
of the clear plastic dome. now the perfect circle has turned into a circle
made of a bunch of straight lines (like an octagon, except with more sides
to make it more circular) - this makes it so that when you put the lid
on top and fill it there will be space to allow the air to escape. the
old way had a circle dispenser and a circle opening so that it made an
airtight fit. i think they changed it because what would happen is that
the air wouldn't be able to escape and so the lid would pop off, usually
making quite the mess. these are the kind of things no one notices.
got a toolbox today.
for some reason i want a 4 track recorder, hopefully it's just a phase
because i have absolutely no use for it.
phil is in mexico right now, probably drinking, definitely getting it on
with chicks. lucky guy.
i have no idea how i'm going to get my car in the shop this week. unless
we finish before 430 one day this week i don't see it happening. their
hours are 730-5 so that pretty much sucks ass.
not sure why led zeppelin owns all of the rock genre, but they pretty much
these damn bugs ate into my skin at the last job site, it has proven to
be very annoying. if better judgment didn't prevail i might cut off parts
of my leg to get rid of their bite marks.
good news with the car is that i bought another nut and screwed it on with
much trouble, but it is far less sluggish (probably not sluggish at all)
than it once was. this means the carb isn't leaking. still i'd like to
take the car in because i am going on a 150 mile round-trip trek next weekend.
in the yellow pages there is an auto repair advertisement for "negro's
auto repair" hmmmm.
well the parts section of the car place is open, but not the service section.
kurtis blow is cool and apparently gets sampled a lot more than i had thought...out
of five songs i've recognized at least 3 different portions of his songs
which have been sampled by other artists. crazy.
beastie boys sampled kurtis blow several times.
run dmc make a cameo on a kurtis blow track. i'm tired.
updated movie list.
worked 12 hours today, that might be illegal.
taking car in tomorrow.
i'm extremely tired.
put some lemon juice type stuff in my hair and now my hair is blond/orange,
got burned on my arm a bit, not too bad.
updated cd list.
tomorrow i plan on sleeping a lot.
this goes out to all the homies who do manual labor - i give you big time
workers of the world, UNITE!
updated movie list.
car is a real trooper. discovered today that one of the two nuts holding
the carb to the intake manifold is off and nowhere to be found...an obvious
problem because the gas/air mixture leaks and its richness is compromised.
pretty sluggish when it first starts up. this is a sticky situation so
i'm going to take the car in for a bit of a tune up on saturday...it shouldn't
be any big deal...i'll have them put the missing nut on, check the compression,
and other 6K mile check up type stuff. once that is taken care of i'll
adjust the valves, maybe fix the e-brake, try and work on the heater...but
this all for the future.
i feel like my birthday has already passed.
i'm tired, it was a long 10 hour day today.
i had breakfast burritos with some bacon in the mix, yum.
this has been a really long month.
my car really rocks considering gas was spurting out of the carb, missing
a nut, the air filter is probably 8 years old, and it still goes 80 mph.
there are these idiots who come around asking for magazine subscriptions...they're
always frat boy material. one came up to me not too long ago and beat around
the bush trying to build a rapport. he asked where i lived and i said los
angeles, he asked where, i said in the valley - sylmar. he said 'oh there
are a bunch of mexicans there, huh?' i said i guess so. he said 'you must
have a bunch of mexican friends then, huh?' i said 'yea, something like
that'...then he tried to sell me the magazines, i said 'no thanks, we had
some fool come by a little while ago asking the same thing.' he said 'what
did you say? fool?'...i said 'yea, i said fool'...he said 'that's what
the mexicans say a lot, huh, fool. right?' i said 'i guess'...from there
the discussion was lacking excitement, but i was very ready to slice into
his head with my machete. what a fool.
i'm actually staying somewhat burn free despite being in the sun all day.
my scalp hasn't burned either, this is good.
got my penultimate uc davis library paycheck today, that'll help.
xoom server has been better, good.
the world has been thoroughly screwed over by people who think white. superiority,
divine purpose, lack of brotherhood, these things (among some others) makeup
whiteness. atomic cafe, the movie i done seen today, was testament to this.
it's amazing how dangerous someone is when they feel they are sent by god,
or carrying out god's orders. those who say the bible is the word of god
will say that hindering the gospel is a sin. i wouldn't want to stop them
from converting millions of non-whites on their homeland. hmmm.
system is lagging a bit, hmmm.
car worked pretty well on the way to the job. tomorrow work starts at 8am.
today wasn't too bad at all, i found away to stay cool and shield from
the sun at the same time....wet rags be doing wonders.
updated movie list.
i'm up to 115 now, well behind schedule, but catching up lately.
pink floyd really owns.
i think my next few cd purchases will include pink floyd (meddle or piper
at the gates of dawn) and tool's first cd.
i was going to go golfing with my dad the day after father's day because
he didn't have work until 1pm that day, but at 10am the land owners, i
mean his boss, called him into work. that was very capitalistic, managerial,
impersonal, and white. ahhhh, capitalism.
i hope my sister doesn't become too spoiled, that would be very white.
time to sleep.
looks like i don't have as much work as i might have thought tomorrow.
i also don't have a ride to get to work, so the bug will get its first
real taste of the summer.
updated movie list.
my dad's new car is pretty fun to drive, it's a cabriolet 92. i'll have
to say that unless i get a porsche i can't foresee myself getting anything
other than a volkswagon.
i had some other things i was thinking about, but either i forget or don't
need to write about them.
updated movie list.
so i went home, that ranged from shitty to surreal.
i'll leave out the details.
went out with phil one night to cruise around on 3rd street, that was cool.
plenty of street acts. rewind...before we went there we were going around
running errands on the bus (because neither of us had a car) and saw a
few fights...mostly among homeless people. one man one woman. one time
we saw a woman beating her male partner with his cane. later we saw them
in westwood, still together. the battle of los angeles (the rage against
the machine album really makes more sense now). i see the rest of the world
heading the same direction as los angeles, thus the battle of los angeles
is the same as the battle for the rest of the country's well-being.
so we're in santa monica, on third street, and it's getting a bit late
and so far we haven't had any luck with the ladies. we decide to head home.
we see this one hottie stumbling along and phil asks her if she needs an
escort for the night. it was pretty damned funny. phil's not usually the
type to do that. she, in her drunken state, says yes. so we walk on each
side of her towards her place. she happens to live on the same street as
phil. she keeps repeating the same things over and over and asking us the
same questions, it really was quite funny. we get to 11th and wilshire
(about two blocks from her house and three from phil's). there is a bar
there so of course she wants to go in. neither phil or i are old enough,
but she gets us in. she buys each of us a beer, i give mine to phil. we're
talking about bullshit mostly. now to me she looked like she was maybe
24, at most i would have said 26. but she asks how old we think she is
and i say 23. turns out she's 30. good lord. seriously she was extremely
hot, model type. i was really surprised that she was 30. finally we get
out of the bar and head towards her place. the whole time we are walking,
or in the bar for that matter, she is hanging on us, hugging us, etc. it
was the original cock tease. i had no misconceptions though, so i really
never had it in my head that i would be getting any. ha ha. finally we
drop her off at her place and she lets us in. we talk and when she is ready
to go to sleep she asks us if we want to stay the night because her roommate
is out of town. we say no. she later invites us to go to mexico with her
because there is a huge volleyball tourney there and she and her four girlfriends
are going to go there for the weekend. hmmm.
the upshot is...i can't go because i have paint training, but phil is going.
she gave us her phone number and we did the same. she'll probably never
call me because (as she later told phil) she didn't think i liked her...
my dad has about 1950 books, i counted.
i think it's natural to desire leadership. i desire a social leader. i
desire a malcolm x, a MLK, a che guevera, someone please step up.
i've almost finished all two liters of my mountain dew, this can't be good.
i'm about done with this paper. i've taken a shower, packed my bags, etc.
this paper isn't quite what the teacher wants because i don't have one
of the articles it is supposed to be based on. the library doesn't have
it and i didn't bother buying it so i'm working around it, infering a lot,
bullshitting some, theorizing more.
i've gotten more scars on my forearm the last few months than i have in
the rest of my life combined. scars of all kinds build character. that
which does not kill me makes me stronger.
06:20, just finished.
more than half done with the second one.
got this shit from a website (it be about tobacco, in case you can't figure
Indeed, prior to its 1996 about-face, the FDA had long held that cigarettes
were not “drugs” within its purview, unless the manufactures made health
or therapeutic claims—something that not even the tobacco companies were
ready to assert. In 1996, the FDA reversed itself, ruling that nicotine
is a “drug.” To justify its change of position, the FDA extensively documented
the dangers associated with tobacco products, noting that “[m]ore than
400,000 people die each year from tobacco-related illnesses, such as cancer,
respiratory illnesses, and heart disease, often suffering long and painful
deaths,” and that “[t]obacco kills more people each year in the United
States than acquired immunodeficiency syndrome (AIDS), car accidents, alcohol,
homicides, illegal drugs, suicides, and fires, combined.”
The FDA recognized, however, that it was forced into a paradoxical position.
The FDA’s core objective is to ensure that any product within its regulatory
power is “safe and effective.” Given that it had just documented the dangers
associated with tobacco use, how could it possibly declare cigarettes and
other tobacco products safe? It seemed that if the FDA claimed jurisdiction
over tobacco products it would have no choice but to ban them altogether.
Yet, a little known federal law prevents such a ban, largely for economic
reasons: [t]he marketing of tobacco constitutes one of the greatest basic
industries of the United States with ramifying activities which directly
affect interstate and foreign commerce at every point, and stable conditions
therein are necessary to the general welfare.
The only way out of the paradox was for cigarettes to be both very dangerous
yet also “safe,” and the FDA’s lawyers rose to the occasion. Everything,
realized the lawyers, turned on the meaning of “safe.” Cigarettes, said
the FDA were “unsafe, as that term is conventionally understood,” but were
indeed “safe” when the effects of an outright ban were considered. According
to the FDA, in determining whether a drug delivery device such as a cigarette
is “safe” under the Food, Drug, and Cosmetics Act, the agency must consider
“not only the risks presented by a product but also any of the countervailing
effects of use of the product, including the consequences of not permitting
the product to be marketed.”
very interesting stuff. rhetoric is a funny thing.
…the FDA found that, because of the high level of addiction among tobacco
users, a ban would likely be “dangerous.” … In particular,
current tobacco users could suffer from extreme withdrawal, the health
care system and available pharmaceuticals might not be able to meet the
treatment demands of those suffering from withdrawal, and a black market
offering cigarettes even more dangerous than those currently sold legally
would likely develop. … The FDA therefore concluded that, ‘while taking
cigarettes and smokeless tobacco off the market could prevent some people
from becoming addicted and reduce death and disease for others, the record
does not establish that such a ban is the appropriate health response under
the act.’ … Thus, in 1996, the FDA ruled that cigarettes and other tobacco
products, despite being addictive and dangerous, were “safe” when compared
to the much greater dangers associated with prohibition. Thus, the
FDA could have its cake and eat it to; cigarettes were “drugs” within its
jurisdiction, yet safe enough that they could be regulated rather than
could be interesting stuff for mary jane advocates...it might be interesting
to see if lawyers for legalization of certain drugs try and use this precedent
in the opposite direction...the black market makes mary jane's effects
worse than if it were legalized, therefore it is a matter of societal health
to legalize and control mary jane. worth a shot if you are
it's funny because malcolm x said that nicotine is as addictive, if not
more so, than any other drug out there...and he had done just about all
mountain dew is starting to kick in. just in time. almost done with the
longer paper, bout a half page left.
the deal with putting "a" or "an" before the following word is this: if
it has a vowel sound following it then you should put "an" if it's
a consonant sound then you put an "a" before it. so: half an hour. i have
an apple. i have a dick. about a half page left. it's common sense, but
most people don't think about it this way. many say you always put "a"
before the word if it has a vowel as the first letter. and never before
a word whose first letter is a consonant. half an hour proves to throw
off this theory. but with my theory it works because "hour" is pronounced
"ower" (with a short O, more or less).
that was completely unnecessary, but i think it makes sense and if i become
a teacher that's one of those things i'll try to impart to the young ones.
the more i think about it the more i want to be a government teacher with
a loose curriculum. i'll teach the comunist manifesto (except i'll spell
it right when i teach it) and other such works.
fly on little wing.
i added the pol sci 112 paper to the list.
listen, to the situation my son, i'm as serious as cancer, all fun is done.
really though i have two papers, one 3-5 and one 5 pager, and one final
all to be completed by 10am tomorrow. the final is from 8-10 and the papers
are really my take home final. then i ride a bus to the airport and catch
a wave out of here. twelve hours from now i will be taxing in a plane on
my way to home.
it's the time in between that matters.
last night was super fun. today we had more fun. chlorine, water, sugar,
i'll go over my parenting theories quickly. once your child reaches a decent
age and he reaches for the hot stove i warn him once, the second time i
let him burn himself.
on choices: i don't shelter my child from the world's views or the many
many choices it offers. i set him up to choose the best one when he encounters
them. hiding your kid from reality is a bad thing. of course there are
age and maturity requirements for when this happens. hardship builds character,
but one must know that their family has always got their back.
haven't had much spare time. worked a bit on the take home final, but not
johnny is here with marc, his friend from santa cruz/new orleans. we had
fun running around.
i'm really tired.
i have to talk about my theories on parenting the next time i get a chance.
the use of "white" doesn't seem to be flying well with most people.
played some ball today, went to work, checked out a bunch of videos from
the reserves. tired.
long day. i went to oakland today to see the aunt, that was fun.
they have horrible freeway exit signs around there.
be aware of your environment. think about things going on around you. it's
hard to do, but it will reap many benefits. i even go so far as to think
about the ants i step on. or about the life stories of people i pass in
when i started the car today i thought about how the gas and air was mixing
in the carb and then there were explosions because of the compression and
all that craziness....it's mind boggling. if you think about too much shit
around you it really gets crazy.
it's late and my head isn't working.
speaking of which i have work tomorrow. johnny is visiting tomorrow too.
i have to work on my take home final soon. damn.
this is a crazy world. this update was stupid.
we need more brother/sisterhood in this world. that's one thing the government
should fear. if the people had a sense of brotherhood (different from patriotism)
then there is virtually no limit to what we could do. there must be some
unity in order to enact real change. we can't always rely on the "talented
tenth" to get shit done. where is the talented tenth now? making money
in dotcoms i guess.
all praise it due to allah for my life, but also to vern/aaron for watching
the car while i went to kragen and to scott for the use of his tools.
it's odd because the one person i wrote to who i didn't expect a letter
back from (trent lott) was the first, and so far only, person to write
back. i wrote to the president, governor, senator majority and minority
leaders, house majority and minority leaders and the speaker of the house.
of all these i least expected the speaker and the senate majority. obviously
trent lott is the senate majority leader, but still wrote back. i figured
that i would get an automated one from the governor and president and then
maybe actual responses from the rest. of course it means nothing the same
way my singular vote means nothing. it does mean something in other ways
updated movie list.
i've seen 105 movies this year. far off schedule, but then it's been an
uphill battle the whole time. maybe over the summer i'll get some help
with other people renting a few movies. when i go home i plan on spending
much time in front of my dad's tv watching pay per view and some of the
harder to find videos he owns or has taped off AMC and such.
saw a biography of W.E.B. DuBois just now. it's amazing that he lived for
95 years, from the 1860s to the 1960s, what a difference. that's just crazy
i'll have to agree with malcolm x - there must first be some black-black
unity before there is black-white unity. it seems that too often the leaders
of the black community spend time fighting each other rather than the system.
booker t. washington - well not much to say about that guy. not that great
of a leader from what i've heard.
i also must agree with malcolm in that i too love to learn, however i don't
like reading as much as he did.
played some basketball today, just shot around really.
how long? not long, because what you reap is what you sow!
i think the "i have a dream" speech should be called the "let freedom ring"
speech. he says "i have a dream" eight times in the speech and they are
mostly toward the middle part of the speech. he says "let freedom ring"
seven times and they are at the end of the speech. also, "let freedom ring"
sounds more profound and universal than "i have a dream." just a thought.
i got 78 hits last week, i'd attribute that to the trip de la MM page being
completed. maybe i should go on more trips in order to increase traffic.
i should get to sleeping if i'm going to go to oakland tomorrow.
i wish tupac, kurt cobain, malcolm x, and MLK were still alive today.
i hardly ever go on icq these days.
i took out my carb today and cleaned/disassembled it. it was fun and educational.
i adjusted the volume control (mixture screw) when i shouldn't have. what
happened was i had really bad instructions from this place online. it told
me to take out the main jet screw and when i looked at the illustration
it didn't match up at all to the actual carb. so from there i just started
undoing all the screws i could find. sadly one was the volume control.
then there was the fuel line. i had to get a new tube because the old one
was clamped on with some really badly designed clamp that didn't allow
for adjusting at all. so i went to kragen and asked the guy for some fuel
tubing, he had no clue what i was talking about. finally i got the message
across. he took me in the back so i could pick which size i wanted. the
tubing he was cutting was smooth, without the sheath on the outside like
my old fuel line. i asked if it was the same stuff and he said "yea, it's
the all the same." then we went to the front to checkout and he couldn't
find the tubing prices on the computer, finally he got the manager over
to look and while she was showing him how to find it she looked at the
tubing and said "didn't you want fuel line?"...i, of course, said yes and
she said "oh this is vacuum tubing, it'll get ripped up on the fuel line."
then we got the right fuel tubing. she explained later (and i talked to
the all-knowing phil about it) that fuel tubing needs extra reinforcement,
that vacuum tubing doesn't have. hmmm. so finally i get it all back in
the car and ready to go. i pump some fuel into the carb and it fires once
and then cuts. i give it a little while, give it some more gas and crank
it again. it starts up, really slowing, so i give it more gas. when i let
off the gas it dies though. so obviously that volume control screw is off.
so i adjust the step on the throttle, crank it up, adjust the volume control
and now it's working fine.
then i watch the pacers play like they should in a easy win over the lakers.
while i was working on the car vern was working on aaron's (a KDVS DJ and
fellow classmate) hair. did a fairly good job i must say.
while vern was working on aaron's head, uhm, hair i mean, jon was working
on painting a house.
now none of us are working.
i had a crazy fresh dream last night.
i'm probably going to go to oak town tomorrow to visit the aunt, just during
maybe when phil is up here i'll do some more daring stuff on the car. when
i have some tools maybe i'll adjust the valves and such. that reminds me,
i added a couple things to the wish list
i also might paint my car this summer if i can find some decent, and cheap,
paint. just a thought.
if i was smart i'd get my take home final out the way now.
johnny will probably come up on tuesday and wednesday. yay.
it's sunday so there is nothing to do. people have finals tomorrow so there
is even less to do.
scott went to folsom lake to have some frat boy type fun. sounds good if
i like girls but i don't. i'm officially asexual now. i think it'll help
my studies and religious pursuits, so all is well.
had some crazy mad blts yesterday, had 12 oz of bacon in all, that would
amount to (pre-cooked) 360% of my daily allowed saturated fat. i'd say
at least half of that was cooked off so i'm not too bad off.
i had potential plans to go to my aunt's house in SF, but there hasn't
been any response yet. maybe they are at church, or not.
then there is the potential camping trip. i have a tent and sleeping bag
so i might just go to some wooded area, pitch camp and sleep. but that
doesn't happen until later, if it happens.
damany (another KDVS jazz DJ) is playing the great charlie mingus track
- haitian fight song - a track i just played last week. what a great track.
done with two finals and have two to go. i have five days with nothing
cooked up some bacon and had me a blt, without the t.
had work today.
reporting isn't as fun as editorializing, if there is such a word.
i think album II of pink floyd's the wall should be album I and album I
should be album II, it works better that way.
got back that crappy essay. i got a C+ and the TA, who writes like an invalid,
wrote on there: "you really need to proofreed before turning work it."
- hmmmm, who needs to proofread? it was actually funny reading over some
of the comments this guy gave my paper. ho hum.
trent lott, senate majority leader, was the first (and so far only) person
to have written back to me. he said he agreed about education and the environment
being very very important and said that nuclear proliferation was a problem
he thought would be best solved by increasing U.S. defense systems. what
can i expect - he is a republican. the important thing is that he wrote
back rather than sending me a form letter, and actually signed it too.
all this from some mississippi senator who has no allegiance to me.
going to watch a movie tonight even though i have zero funds.
this is the second friday in a row that hasn't sucked. yay.
i got a whole load of food stuffs from my awesome grandmother whose birthday
it also is.
looks like i'm going home for the five free days i have.
i have a final tomorrow. it's amazing how little initiative i have to study.
imagine if i was a senior, wait i will be a senior in less than a week.
i've been toying with the idea of a second major and thus an extra year
of school. hmmmm.
"does anybody here remember vera lynn, how she said we will meet again
some sunny day."
updated movie list.
watched a "speeches of MLK" video last night. i have a biography on WEB
DuBois video here to watch, probably tomorrow night. it's due tomorrow,
so i'll have to renew it while i'm at work.
maybe i can snatch up some hours the next four days or so while i'm waiting
for my last final. it kinda sucks that i have four days between my last
final and the final tomorrow. there is, of course, the take home final
that needs to be done sometime by the 15th also. ho hum.
there is so much crap i'm supposed to know by tomorrow. this is the same
teacher as the final i already had...for that class she gave us a one page
review sheet, for this class there are six pages of stuff we are to review.
this world definitely needs more feelings of brotherhood. that's something
that i have flashes of, but for the most part i don't really portray it
in my actions. i gotta do so more often.
vern said he never gets phone calls and within the last day he's gotten
two on my line and two on his. hmmm.
i have lots of stuff to download, it gives me and my computer something
to do. yay.
fuck the lakers. fuck rick fox. fuck the triangle offense. fuck rik smits.
fuck the staples arena. viva la democratic socialism.
had some handsome fun with the water balloon looncher. that was dumb....had
some fun with the water balloon launhcer.
"are there any queers in the theater tonight? get them up against the wall!
there's one in the spotlight, he don't look right to me - get him up against
the wall. and that one looks jewish and that one's a coon!..." -pink floyd,
just watched malcolm x on a whim, it's a bit late now.
the 60s were amazing.
i wish we had great leaders these days.
the following was written about Malcolm X' autobiography: "a lifetime spent
learning the obvious" June 30, 1999...Reviewer: A reader from Florida.
First of all, what kind of autobiography is written by someone other than
the subject of the autobiography? That would be like me writing the autobiography
of President Clinton. The proper word here is biography NOT autobiography.
Poor Malcom. He spends an entire life learning the obvious. I was not impressed.
Of course, anger is a dead end. Of course, the Muslims aren't all they
would like us to think they are. Of course, a life of petty crime is a
dead end. If he had actually shut up for a while and listened to other
people, he could have saved himself a lot of trouble, and maybe still be
alive. But some people are so dense they will not listen but need to hit
their heads against the wall over and over again. These are the unteachable
ones who need to reinvent the wheel rather than borrow it.
well the gig is up, no one noticed that the updated on the 4th
wasn't written by me, in fact it was written by luke. there's no way i
could make an update as funny. there's also no way that i would borrow
a foreigner cd from anyone, nor would i say foreigner is better than elo.
today it rained. that was white.
updated the wack ass poll
i finished malcolm x' autobiography. i've got so much respect for him.
it was worth spending 6 months on, any less would have been an insult.
i'm going to read the epilogue by alex haley next - it's about 80 pages
so that'll be fun.
i was accosted by a christian today who said my only path to heaven was
by admitting i'm a sinner and that jesus is my savior. i'll do that later.
he also said that the bible is unflawed. i think his thinking is flawed,
but that's okay (ala stuart smiley).
fuck the lakers to hell. i bomb your place. die.
i've nothing to do.
seven hours from now will be the celebration of a great woman's birth -
you must also recognize the greatness of roger waters. syd who?
my computer either restarts itself or someone is using it, either way it's
had a final today which was white. got back a test grade which was not
malcolm x is boss.
i'm tired. we had some fun with the water balloon launcher tonight.
i have a horrid fear of bitches. packs of them. it's happened before and
it'll happen again. the first time the bitches first hit me in full force
was in 6th grade. i was in between schools at the time because i had been
kicked out so i had to go to some daycare place in culver city. there were
about 4-5 girls there all about my age who had been there before me. they
made me feel as welcome as a rat among cats. they really did tear into
me in every way possilbe, except physically. they would make me
think i was cool with them just to play some horrible joke on me. or they
would just make fun of me for no reason. perhaps the worst thing about
it was that they could always resort to the "we're just kidding, lighten
up" excuse. that's always the kicker because it adds insult to injury.
from that day forth i saw that i must never again get caught in the bitch
pack again, it's too trying of an experience. i doubt that anyone knows,
really knows, what it was like. girls can definitely be worse than guys,
no doubt. i wonder what it about women that allow them to come in packs
like that. it was honestly an emotional gangrape. there's one thing that's
also for sure, you don't ever want to get a girl pissed off. if i ever
get a girlfriend i know one day i'll piss her off and that'll be the end
of a lot of things. fuck that shit.
the above came from nowhere, but it's all true.
played some crappy basketball today. most of it was crappy anyway.
i have a final tomorrow which will be great fun.
so i'm at the part of the book where malcolm x goes on his pilgrimage and
discovers that being white is a state of mind and a set of actions, i discovered
this not too long ago, and much earlier in my life than malcolm x did in
his. i'd say that's worth something.
i sent out a grip of emails today. that will prove to be a sound investment.
i think it's good to have hardship, it builds character and perspective.
there is also a difference between knowing a perspective and having actually
experienced that perspective. i know what it must be like to live in a
third world country without any money but i've never really experienced
it. seeing it would be one step closer but not the same as experiencing
it. i'm glad i lived in a bad part of la for a while. i actually feel bad
for people who were always sheltered from that kind of stuff.
i much prefer reality over peace of mind and white two story houses. at
the same time reality is best served in occasional doses.
people get excited by different things, for me it's mass action by the
people. i get goosebumps when i see people taking matters into their own
hands, it's just really awesome to me. in the latest rage against the machine
they do a skit of a mock "who wants to be a millionaire?" - it's called
"who wants to be filthy f%$&*@# rich?"...at any rate there are questions
about various things like "how many people live in the U.S. live in poverty?"
... at the end this black guy dressed in rags wins the jackpot and they
are shoving money into his arms and he's holding all of it and then throws
it all back at them, from there a riot ensues. it was pretty exciting stuff.
i like it when people decide not to sellout, in this case he just happened
to start a bit of a violent protest at the same time.
if anyone gets me a cell phone for my birthday i'll be sorely disappointed.
even thought i'm not much of a folk fan, it can have it's moments. i can
definitely see how a whole generation could be so moved by bob dylan, he's
pretty damned boss.
21 in less than a month, moving in less than 3, graduating in 12.
this quarter has gone quickly. time is very strange. an hour can seem so
long sometimes, but a year can seem like nothing. it's hard to believe
that my mom had my sister when she was still in her twenties.
i always think of being old as any age past 40 because physically you aren't
as sharp anymore. but there's a full 20 years between 40 and 60. this is
obvious, but it's strange to think that that is for me a whole lifetime.
at the same time you don't really change much between 40 and 60. you might
change jobs a couple times you probably won't be retired. by far the first
20 years are the most exciting. and the 10 after that are interesting,
but after that it seems a lot harder to "one up" what you've done before.
by the time i'm 40 i will have seen every classic movie on my list and
then some. i will own all the classic albums i want. i will have hitchhiked,
lived in a van, finally gotten laid (hopefully), and more. what comes after
that? maybe by that time i'll be a self-actualized person thanks to my
self-help books and tapes and will be better equiped to find my true love.
speaking of finding true love, i really had rather not find that shit until
a lot later. i'd rather not be tied down at twenty something. what a drag
that would be.
in utero is a very solid album which ends extremely well.
i've updated my extensive wish list somewhat
lately. i can't come up with too many things i want as presents.
updated movie list.
what do you say to a kid who asks you "why can't everyone be equal?" ....
"why doesn't socialism work?" the answer is because people are stupid.
work early was tiring.
this is the last week of class, yay.
about 90 percent of my emails are sent to four people.
80 percent of the country's wealth is owned by the top 10 percent of the
45 million people don't have health care.
you care so much you wrote to your representative this month and voted
in the last election.
the first minute of pink floyd's dark side of the moon is so perfect, builds
updated movie list.
check out the trip page
check out the poll
i really like war movies because it really speaks to man at its best and
worst and most irrational. great stuff. of my top six favorite movies i
own, three are war movies. dr. strangelove, great escape, and full metal
dr. strangelove is so great. it ends with the timeless vera lynn tune "we'll
meet again" which you old coots will remember. pink floyd of course has
a song dedicated to her on "the wall"...actually a lot of the same anti-war
themes in the movie as on the album. great minds think alike.
i could see pink floyd eventually passing up metallica on my list.
i was reading cosmo today because i wanted my mind to be numbed. i can't
possibly impart to you how retarded and demeaning that magazine is. i honestly
think it does more to demean women than porn does. inside the magazine
they had a story on how to attract guys...one of the pointers was to suck
in your stomach. there was another part that listed "six things every cosmo
woman carries"...a cell phone was one of them - "so you can always be clued
the mcdonalds commercial that shows a group of young kids coming to the
counter and labels them future mcdonalds staff is sad, at the same time
there are things to be learned from working at such a place.
onto more important things. ha ha.
blazers handed the game to an overrated lakers team. the blazers didn't
do the little things it took. had it been homecourt they would have won.
had they gotten a few calls that they probably should have, they would
have won. there were several instances that i saw where people weren't
boxing out correctly or were making mental mistakes.
pippen played well, but missed a 3 pointer that would have made him a champion.
it would have given them back the lead, silenced the crowd, and given them
some momentum. i wish larry bird was still playing so he could ball the
here's the thing with post-michael jordan basketball...there's a real lack
of great players who can create for themselves and their teammates who
also use their head. once bird and magic left there was a void, then jordan
stepped up in a big way. now the only people left who have the whole package
are stockton and malone. kobe bryant has more talent than either of those,
but doesn't have the mental aspect down yet. yet. i hate him. there was
a point late in the game when the lakers were down by 16 when i thought
for sure kobe was going to try and take over himself. he didn't. i was
impressed and i'm sure he got props for that from phil jackson later on.
played some basketball today and had some good plays. basketball is a lot
about confidence. confidence in yourself and your teammates. today it was
i'd like to be on the basketball or track team just as a coach's shadow.
pink floyd really is boss.
i have to wake up at 9am tomorrow that sucks. i think i have a final on
wednesday. i'll be playing basketball on tuesday. i wish i was taller or
had more hops, ups, verts, etc.
levi, this guy we play basketball with, said today "i give you props for
that one chris" today. i about broke down and cried.
when people remember my name i take it as a huge compliment.
this world is really stupid quite often, but i guess we have to ride the
almost forgot, but not sure why...got the water balloon launcher and today
we tested it out in a big way. damn it makes those buggers fly. got my
aim down pretty well too. they were going over 120 yards i'd say.
i borrowed Marina's Foreigner CD and listened to it 3 times while I was
updating the pics. ive decided that their laid back and romantic songs
own ELO on my list. i will listen a few more times before I make
the problem with Capitalism is that not everyone can be rich. whats up
dreamed last night I was swimming in the Ocean and I didnt have any feet.
I instead had 4 hands. I was scared but then again I was very happy.
last night I was pretty bored so I went and practiced my strokes on the
back wall. Id say im not quite proficient at painting but close to where
I want to be.
i cant believe I spelled proficient right on the first try.
went and looked in the mirror and found that I am indeed white. White.
ryan doesnt update anymore. I used to think he was cool but not anymore.
for whats it worth, Safeway's Mountain Dew is better than real Mountain
Dew. That will save me some precious money.
i had a dream that the blazers won today.
if the trip page isn't loading all the pictures for you then you can right
click on the place where the pic is supposed to be and choose "show picture"
or you can just click reload...sometimes the browser will timeout because
it's trying to download all the pics at once rather than one at a time.
if you use internet explorer it shouldn't happen. it should also take about
3-4 mins to load all the pictures and text on a 56K.
i think i might add some more text in between the pictures to compensate
for the long loading time. that way you'll be reading stuff while waiting
for the pictures below to load. it took me 5 mins to load the color page
and all the pictures came up.
mom thanks for teaching me that noise is pollution.
watched a movie.
wasted a lot of time working on a page dedicated to the trip. mostly worked
on doing shit with the pictures, resizing, changing to black and white,
etc. i think i made it so that people will be able to view them nicely
on most computers and shouldn't take too too long to load up.
today was pretty boring.
i go the water balloon launcher and we tried it out a bit. with some adjustments
we should be able to make it perform nicely. fun stuff.
music makes you happy even after your girlfriend dumps you, your best friend
dies, and your frat brothers pass out.
so check out the trip page, it's nothing
great, it's just there.
here's how i'll break it down. my favorite led zeppelin album is the one
i'm listening to at the time. the same applies to the beastie boys and
here's what sucks. when you've got about 4 friends. one is gone and the
other 3 commit to doing something on a saturday night then they all back
out on saturday night. or it could be that i'm overreacting and it was
just a loose agreement, not a commitment. that's what my wife will say
as we're filling out the divorce papers.
i'm never getting married and neither is george clooney (he said so in
a recent interview).
i guess one good thing about being attached to your girlfriend at the hip
is that you won't break agreements to get together.
johnny hooked it up, i now have all the pictures from the trip on my computer.
on another brick in the wall i thought they were saying 'no thoughts of
chasm' really they're saying 'no dark sarcasm'...i like mine better.
oh right, the pictures. they might be up soon. maybe, maybe not. i could
back out of that at the last second you won't know till it happens because
i'm like that. tough luck for you.
guess i'll go pay cut throat rates at the only video store that is open
now. 4 bucks for a new release is insane.
johnny is hooking me up big time with the scanned pictures from the trip,
he's the bomb. this of course means there will be a few more pics up soon
enough. and whenever vern gets around to finishing off his roll and getting
those scanned those will be up as well.
jon is going to be painting with us i guess. the bug will be happier.
let's talk about the over-reaction syndrome. the DOW goes down by 250 points
and people have heart attacks. next month it reaches a record high. shaq
makes 11 free throws in a row and people dub him "mr. automatic" (as in
he's automatically going to make free throws now). next game he misses
6 in a row. these are true stories and just the tip of the ice berg. i
think people need to check themselves. as epmd put it "you gots ta chill"
oh yea, there's this song called "your time is gonna come" by led zeppelin
(my favorite band) and it fucking rocks. it seems like john paul jones
and george harrison are very alike in some ways. john paul jones was on
the best rock band ever. george harrison the second best rock band ever.
both played bass. both were unsung greats from the band. as it turns out
- two of my favorite beatles songs were written by george. by george! and
of course the great john paul jones plays organ, piano, and mellotron.
john and george, i salute you.
the first three songs on side b of led zeppelin I are so perfect in composition,
style, sequence, everything. good lord. the two worst songs on led zeppelin
I (not that there are any bad songs, but the two that are weakest) weren't
written by led zeppelin.
played some late night b-ball which was fun.
even more fun was watching the lakers get the heads handed to them by the
blazers. i hope to the almighty lord below that the blazers kick some laker
bootay on sunday at 4:30pm PT. they have the tools, they've shown this.
they have the heart. they have the coaching and ability in every way, it's
just a matter of the right people stepping up at the right times to keep
the lakers in check. look for shaq to score big. pippen needs to get off
offensively and so do at least two people from the bench - maybe bonzi
wells and detlef. damn it's going to be fun.
let me listen to music, play basketball and watch sports for the rest of
my life and i'll be happy.
capitalism is bad because it breeds a mentality which is not at all conducive
to democracy or healthy social living. it calls for competition in situations
which determine quality of life. competition is fine when it doesn't involve
losing your job and the consequences that go along with that. socialism,
although not likely to work in real life, at least doesn't work because
of people's limitations. namely it doesn't work because people don't have
'incentive' to work, or don't feel that they do. it at least attempts to
breed a sense of community and equality. capitalism feels to me to be so
primordial in its nature. yet it seems to have worked better than any other
economic system so far - on a large scale. i used to say that industrialism
screwed the world up - the environment has suffered, the working class
has suffered (i don't see anymore workers guilds with the same power as
back in the day), and division of labor which is part of the industrial
revolution has made humans cogs in a machine. well i was wrong - it wasn't
the industrial revolution, it was the system that encouraged that revolution
- capitalism. i love being able to have a stereo system and a computer,
but when it comes down to it those things, and many of the things we take
for granted, aren't rights when there are people out there who don't
have clothes, shelter or food. we haven't gotten to the point where health
care, food, or shelter are rights. this is sad to me. we may regard them
as rights, and surely we do take some steps to ensure people have opportunity
this end, but meanwhile we allow bill gates, et al., freedom to run around
with gross amounts of money. i love freedom, but i say that freedom isn't
a right until people human rights are granted - those being food, clothing,
and shelter. it's not as simple as picking yourself up by your bootstraps.
it's not the peoples' faults. it's a societal problem and i wish people
would start to recognize that.
"breathe, breathe in the air, don't be afraid to care. leave, but don't
leave me. look around, choose your own ground. long you live and high you
fly. and smiles you'll give, and tears you'll cry. and all you touch, and
all you see. is all your life will ever be. run rabbit run. dig that hole,
forget the sun. and when at last the work is done. don't sit down, it's
time to start another one. for long you live, and high you fly. but only
if, you ride the tide. and balanced on the biggest wave. you race towards
an early grave." -roger waters
rick fox is a little girl. rik smits needs to get game. lj ain't that hot.
pat ewing needs to get some knees. r. miller isn't going to win a championship.
l. bird should coach next year, but won't. s. pippen needs to step it up.
kobe is a little bitch. shaq is a big bitch. rick fox is still a little
i woke up this morning and thought the day was going to suck. i'm really
happy it didn't. this is why you need people.
winamp finally released something new.
i done been up for 62 hours with only 3 total hours of sleep. no problem.
i should sleep soon, but first:
updated movie list.
i hope that i am one day able to get action without acting like a woman
i hope that if i die people will laugh a lot and bumb some block rockin'
beats interspersed with mellow, but equally good, songs.
pet sounds is good. brian wilson went to a shrink in the same building
as mine back in the day. i think he was a bit more fucked up than me.
thanks mom for teaching me to turn off lights when i'm done using them
and to only turn on lights when i need them.
i should sleep now.
give me liberty or give me death.
check out the last picture from the sky i will be posting for a long time:
This is where I did much of the hardcore running while on outruns (4th
and San Vicente in Santa Monica)
i just took some ecstasy, no telling what the side effects could be. -dr.
i get all the news i need on the weather report. -paul simon
i should get my water balloon launcher by saturday. -chris miller
updated cd list.
The arrows on the left show the route we would run to do the "channels"
- all up hill for 900m, they sucked.
At the end of those we often would see Sugar Ray Leonard - this was
when he was training for Macho Camacho.
The arrows on the right were called "islands" a perfect half mile flat
run (one mile round-trip) which extends to Montana Blvd (off the map)
The "X" on the bottom of the picture is where I saw Jamie Lee Curtis
in a tight little workout number. mmmm
Just to the right of the "X" is where the Santa Monica Track Club coach
hung out a lot. We would talk once in a while.
Obviously the Santa Monica Track club is pretty big in running circles
- they still own one of the world records for relay. Carl Lewis, Leroy
Burrell, etc. were all part of it.
The biggest street in the picture, running diagonally across is San
Vicente. O.J.'s woman lived four miles up and off of this road.
well 2.1 spacing is close enough to double and 12 pt arial is close enough
to 12 pt times new roman and 10 pages is close enough to "about 12 pages"
so i'm officially done with my paper. i hate length requirements, i prefer
guidelines. it's all in the thesis choice. we'll see if i get docked for
picking a small topic and not writing very much. at this point i'm not
too certain i care.
i have work and then class and then i'm done with the day.
i don't look forward to the radio show like i used to.
hmm it's a 12 page paper i found out. i'd say i'm about half way done thanks
to a longer than expected nap.
it's interesting stuff, but there's only so much one can say while sticking
to the thesis. maybe i should expand the thesis. maybe i should just finish
this paper and turn it in.
i need to take a shower and shave.
i've had 7 - 12 oz. cans of mountain dew within the last 36 hours...nothing
compared to last year.
i'm about half way done and 90 percent out of ideas.
this paper sucks and i hate it.
i put the past updates where they
just the two of us. just the two of us and two more. just the three of
us. just what the fuck?
well my midterm went well and i dumped the paper off without dying.
one last paper to go - 10 pages. i'm on page zero. reminds me of a public
enemy song - "she watch channel zero"
this paper will be harder to write and will expand me brain a bit more,
i'm tired and sleepy now. most of the day i was only tired, but not sleepy.
during work i was neither.
work was dope once vern pulled himself away from the idiot box incarnate.
there were some fine ladies with which to do nothing special. i think that
women at this age are meant to annoy. to me they are the unattainable fruit.
i don't think i really want any fruit right now anyway - it give me the
runs and thus slows me down. i'd rather be able to run around the fruit
trees looking, but not sampling. running is good. the runs aren't. women
with this level of creativity flowing i should get to writing this