Sunday, January 29, 2006

Life is great

See, I have the test results to prove it:

This Is My Life, Rated
Life:
9.4
Mind:
9
Body:
9.6
Spirit:
9.6
Friends/Family:
7.6
Love:
6.4
Finance:
9.1
Take the Rate My Life Quiz

Toooooooo much time trapped in a hotel room in a boring city. I'm guessing that's not factored into the quiz.

What is a zebra?

This is funny-- the cartoon is edgy, so be warned if you're easily offended [racial humor], but what is really funny is the comment from one reader, atavist, in response to a posted complaint. Also, you have to appreciate the author's attempt at pure humor outside of the touchy sociological context:

"Is a zebra a white horse with black stripes or a black horse with white stripes?

Answer: A zebra is a gray pony that is not vibrating fast enough to appear gray"

Heaven's Day (sonnet)

Just a short precursor on this one - sonnets are haaaaaard to write since they have a fairly stringent structure to maintain iambic pentameter, 14 lines - 3 stanzas concluding with a 2 line tornada, and the rhyming scheme; granted, you can stretch the rules, but I wanted to adhere as best as I could. It's been a while, this one took me some time.

I selected the Wild Daisy IV by Kate Rowley over a more traditional flower in a meadow selection because it had this unkempt, "windy/bed-hair" feel to it. The poem has an obvious sensual current running through it that I thought would have been too overt with the accompanying picture had it been one of the many pieces of art about flowers that are just straight sex.

I would like some feedback on this- usually, I don't like offering any explanations or context for the poetry I like because I feel that it will affect a bias of influence on the reader's opinion-- not letting them draw their own conclusions. What do you think? Yay or nay?

Pink flower with your petals to the air,

Craving rising sun that warms and delights;

You rest, rooted in verdant earthly care,

Knowing I warm you by heavenly nights.


Nymphs frolic and nuzzle your slender stem,

Licking gems of dew that bead from morning,

While a soft breeze whispers by your leaves' hem

Yielding thoughts of distant autumn's warning.


Afternoon light stretches, sunning your rest-

provoking desires to uproot and sway,

then ride the tall hill's sloping, windswept crest

held in heady hands to end heaven's day.


Evening's starlight heralds night's covering blanket;

The sun disappears like cupid's arrow sank it.

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Over


Awash

with a sadness that swept

Over

from the sight of a poor girl

Convulsing

with grief as she wept

Over

the loss of her still world.

Broken

to feel such painful grief

Over

another soul's uncontrolled daven

Bringing

only wishes of sleep's relief

Over

the ground of death's haven.

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staring out the hotel window


i'm not counting cars

i'm staring at them

waiting to feel that you're near

feeling only my fast

I need to be held

by you.

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michigan vulture


perched like a vulture over cattails

drawing vague unease from

my feast of carrion

sinews of the bleeding heart

gristle caught in teeth and throat.

headlights freeze such a scene.

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Checking back in

It has been awhile since I've posted, but I have a great excuse, I've been in Michigan. Grand Rapids to be specific. Yay work. Flew out Wednesday on the worst itinerary in existence-- apparently nobody wants to go to MI in the middle of the week. I left for the airport a little after noon and got to GR at almost 10PM. Not because anything was delayed, but because of my layover and flight times. Since then, it's the usual busy-bee work of travel where I try to wring every last second of work out of the day and no matter how long I stay, I never can seem to get it all. It appears that I managed to score a win with saving some decent-sized money on someone else's project licensing-- we'll find out if it hangs in there through this week (95% likely). This upcoming week should be interesting-- working on getting my new US team member up to speed so she can begin to fully step into the corporate role I hired her for and having my UK team expert come out to assist, then they both fly out to NY to see if this whole system we've been working on can actually work at our pilot site.

Other than that, this is my first weekend in GR. It's been rainy and cold. It's been a good weekend, I thought I would get a little more work done, but the spirit wasn't willing. Too much time in one's hotel room really saps your will to accomplish anything professionally.

Tuesday, January 24, 2006

A boy and his bike





Funny, sad, it's just a series of pics that capture the heartwarming return of a bike to her owner.
















Monday, January 23, 2006

Amy's Return

Amy is back; thank you all for your support. The hospital bill was only $16, which is great. Next time, I will get the lady's [this quote has been paraphrased with the natural expletive removed] information and she can pay for the pain and suffering that Amy and I were put through. Pictures will be posted tomorrow since it was too dark by the time I got home tonight to take any pics of Amy and me in action. We'll be on the road tomorrow morning heading to work per usual, and then she'll go on the back porch to await my return from Michigan.

Sunday, January 22, 2006

Another quiz


This time, politics! I took a quiz courtesy Advocates for Self Government to see where I fit on a 2-D political map of ideologies. I am a Centrist. How enlightening.














This one had me a little more north in
centrist courtesy of I have no idea.



I think this shows my variety of opinions within the realm of politics that may appear contradictory or wide-ranging within this context, but follows my personal coherent philosophy. I am generally conservative in my economic beliefs, but am very liberal in my social beliefs. This reflects my belief in the innate goodness of the individual (there are limits and exceptions, I am not naive). However, many individuals constitute a group (very profound, huh), and groups do not get this benefit of the doubt. Economically, deregulation and free trade are generally the best way to go. In apparent contradiction, market conditions (group economic dynamics) will be the best regulator with minor (very minor) government involvement (prevent monopolies, environmental considerations). Not sure why I started all of this in the first place; I dislike categorizing my views since each issue needs to be weighed on its own merits. Only politicians with agendas identify strongly with a belief because it's easier to pander, argue, and well, be political-- it's not complicated by actually solving problems. =)

Pakistan - Jan 13th Attack


This picture is from Pakistan and was pulled from CNN. The protest is a response to the Jan 13th attack ordered by the CIA-- a missile strike from a UAV. There is still come confusion over whether there were Al Qaeda present, specifically al-Zawahiri (#2 in Al Qaeda), but there were reports of several women and children killed. That's the difficult aspect of this fight, assuming there were senior Al Qaeda members, or even Bin Laden, there will always be women and children-- whether on purpose (shields) or incidentally. However, are remote UAV attacks the right way to go? Officially, we're not supposed to be operating inside of Pakistan. I'm sure that there is a lot going on there that we don't know about that is condoned by Musharraf's government. Israel used these tactics against the Palestinians and I think there are a lot of similarities to that conflict. Of course, we can't just extend an olive branch or engage in unilateral disengagement, so I'm not so sure that the solution that was apparently working there would apply. Lots of questions, no answers.

The picture I linked here sums up the difficulties we're facing. A tactical victory can be a strategic loss. We're not exactly sure what we accomplished with the strike (even if we do, we can't prove it), but we know we've slipped just a little bit more in the public's eye. Obviously, I don't condone these people on the far side of the world burning our flag, but I can empathize with their frustration. What else can they do? What else can we do?

Perfectly put

A blogging buddy phrased perfectly what I was kinda saying yesterday. Maybe I shouldn't be writing the Great American Novel.

Temperature Rising
"Thoughts, percolating for years, finally reaching slow boil ......releasing this enticing aroma with each tiny bubble rising to the top. And so, the temperature rises." -- psyche

The Fundamentals


Birth.
Death.
And Sex.
So final and finite,
Mysterious and recondite.
The plausible empyrean is in you.
Pure cavil to delay until thoughts percolate,
When you know what you want,
Take what will warm and cool and satiate.

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Saturday, January 21, 2006

The Great American Novel

Friday, 4am, the inspiration I have been waiting for years for finally struck. I always knew roughly what I wanted to do and what I wanted it to be about, but could never get it off the ground. You need the right beginning, and not just the beginning, but the very first sentence has to be right. As with all of these things, I let them percolate in the back of my mind until they are matched with the appropriate answer/solution. This one just happened to be there for a few years. One less pot cooking in an overflowing kitchen. Of course, now I have to actually write it. I managed to pen a few pages and create my general structure. Patience and perseverance are key, you can't force creativity-- it will be right, when it's time to be right. As for the title of this post, I guarantee 3/4: "The" will be represented; I am American; and it will be a Novel. Also, I promise that it will be better than my postings to this blog... ;)

New avatar





Ack, I'm gonna die!


I took my bike into the shop yesterday for her post-accident check-up. They kept her over the weekend for observation. Prognosis: rear disc is bent, rear derailleur guard is bent, and rear chain ring is out of alignment [may need to be replaced]. They won't even let me hold her handlebar during surgery. I've attached a stock photo so that you can keep her in your mind while she's in our prayers. Her name is Amy.


Not long after this accident occurred, I received the following in my email from a biker newsletter. Check out the stats, not only was I statistically headed toward an accident, I'm in the state most likely to kill me from it. Fortunately, I'm not 38.7 years old so that works to my advantage and I don't drink while I'm biking, only at work.

On the Downside [copied from distro]

In 1896 in New York City, a motor vehicle collided with a bicycle rider -- the first reported automobile crash of any type in the U.S. Since 1932 when statistics began being kept, more than 49,000 U.S. cyclists have died in traffic accidents.

Normally RBR tries to keep the cycling experience positive. But it's also important to understand our sport's risks and ride in ways that minimize them.

The National Highway Traffic Safety Administration has just released its bicycle safety statistics for 2004. It reports 725 cycling-related deaths in traffic accidents and 41,000 injuries. Among the fatalities, 87% were male.

Cyclist fatalities occurred more frequently in urban areas (66%), at non-intersection locations (67%), between the hours of 5 p.m. and 9 p.m. (30%), and during June, July and August (36%).

The average age of bike riders killed was 38.7 (10 years older then the average in 1994, the height of the mountain bike boom). About 20% of those killed were between 5 and 15.

Florida is the most dangerous place to ride, followed by Nevada, Hawaii, Washington, DC, and South Carolina. No cyclists died in traffic accidents in Rhode Island and Wyoming in 2004. Alcohol -- either inside the driver or rider -- was involved in more than one third of the accidents that killed cyclists.

The full government report is at http://www-nrd.nhtsa.dot.gov/pdf/nrd-30/ncsa/TSF2004/809912.pdf

Tuesday, January 17, 2006

LG

Good ol' Liquid Generation. My best friend in the Army and I started watching Suck My News from the beginning of its creation. Oh, those were the days. Now that I sit in an office all by myself and pretty much do work from the sec I enter to when I leave, no time for such frivolity and no one to share it with (sniff, sniff). So, let's take some quizzes and learn about me.

I am:
an Intellectual Drunk - "Ernest bleepin' Hemingway"; okay, not sure what that means.
a Real Dweeb - I'm not a real nerd because I'm not that smart.



Qui-Gon Jinn - "Just a plain ol' good guy"


enough. blech.

Belated MLK post

Some of this article is a bit much, but the overall idea is worth reading. We have (no pun attended, or maybe it is appropriate) whitewashed the man and his historical legacy. It's human nature, as a culture, we face up to real issues when they confront us, then we move past them, and go back to being apathetic brahman cows. Now, to put my opinion into this context, I think that there is not much more that we as a society can do to fix this particular issue. Institutionally, I would argue there is very little that can be equitably accomplished. 'Nuff said. Perhaps, I will pick up this thread in more detail next month (African American history month).

We could each be Dr. King
Real story of Dr. King could inspire action; instead, we hear feel-good whitewash
by Geov Parrish

Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., would be 77 on Sunday. He has been dead for 38 years. As his living memory fades, replaced by a feel-good "I have a dream" whitewash that ignores much of what he stood for and fought against, it's more important than ever to recapture the true history of Dr. King -- because much of what he fought against is resurfacing or still with us today.

King, the man, was, along with Mohandas Gandhi, one of the two most internationally revered symbols of nonviolence in the 20th century. He spent his too-brief adult life defying authority and convention, citing a higher moral authority, and gave hope and inspiration for the liberation of people of color on six continents. MLK Day, the holiday, has devolved into the Mississippi Burning of third Mondays. What started out as gratitude, that they made a movie about it, gradually becomes revulsion at how new generations of Euro-Americans mislearn the story.

King is not a legend because he believed in diversity trainings and civic ceremonies, or because he had a nice dream. He is remembered because he took serious risks and, as the Quakers say, spoke truth to power. King is also remembered because, among a number of brave and committed civil rights leaders and activists, he had a flair for self-promotion, a style that also appealed to white liberals, and the extraordinary social strength of the black Southern churches behind him. And because he died before he had a chance to be widely believed a relic or buffoon.

What little history TV will give us in the next few days is at least as much about forgetting as about remembering, as much about self-congratulatory patriotism that King was American as self-examination that American racism made him necessary and that government, at every level, sought to destroy him. We hear "I have a dream"; we don't hear his powerful indictments of poverty, the Vietnam War, and the military-industrial complex. We see Bull Connor in Birmingham; we don't see arrests for fighting segregated housing in Chicago, or the years of beatings and busts before he won the Nobel Peace Prize. We don't hear about the mainstream American contempt at the time for King, even after that Peace Prize, nor the FBI harassment or his reputation among conservatives as a Commie dupe.

We don't see retrospectives on King's linkage of civil rights with Third World liberation. We forget that he died in Memphis lending support for a union (the garbage workers' strike), while organizing a multi-racial Poor Peoples' Campaign that demanded affordable housing and decent-paying jobs as basic civil rights transcending skin color. We forget that many of King's fellow leaders weren't nearly so polite. Cities were burning. We remember Selma instead.

And we forget that of those many dreams King had, only one -- equal access for non-whites -- is significantly realized today. A half-century after the Montgomery bus boycott catapulted a 26-year-old King into prominence, even that is only partly achieved. Blacks are being systematically disenfranchised in our presidential elections, and affirmative action and school desegregation are all but dead. Urban school districts across the country these days are as segregated and unequal as ever, and the imminent confirmation of Samuel Alito to the U.S. Supreme Court likely heralds a new era where employers and landlords can discriminate with near-impunity.

But an even bigger problem, as a generation dies off and the historical memory fades, is that Dr. King has become an icon, not a historical figure (distorted or otherwise). History requires context; icons don't. The racism King challenged four and five decades ago in Georgia and Alabama was also dominant throughout the country. Here in Seattle, few whites know that history: the housing and school segregation, laws barring Asians from owning land (overturned only in the '60s), the marches downtown from predominantly black Garfield High School, police harassment of both radical and mainstream black activists, the still-unsolved assassination of a local NAACP leader.

Every city in America has such histories. We don't know the stories of the people, many still with us, who led those struggles. And we rarely acknowledge that the overt racism of Montgomery 1955 is no longer so overt, but still part of America 2006. It shows up in our geography, in our jails, in our schools, in our voting booths, in our shelters and food banks, in our economy, and in the very earnest and extremely white activist groups that often carry the banner on these issues.

If our cities were serious about his legacy, Martin Luther King Jr. Blvd. would run through downtowns, and there would be MLK Elementary Schools in the suburbs. Instead, in just about every big city in the U.S., school districts and city councils put King back in the ghetto, along with both the legions of people who worked with him and the many more who've taken up his work since.

Opponents of affirmative action and racial equality can claim King's mantle and "if he were alive today" approval only because in 2006, pop culture's MLK has no politics. And, for that matter, no faith. For white America, King's soft-focus image often reinforces white supremacism. "See? We're not so bad. We honor him now. Why don't those black people just get over it, anyway? We did."

All that is a lie. Dr. King's vision is today as urgent as ever. While Jim Crow and the cruelties of overt segregation are now largely unimaginable, much remains to be done. And for those who carry King's banner, the challenges of apathy and official hostility remain the same: the FBI and NSA spying on peace groups, listening to phone calls, monitoring e-mails. An administration -- voted for by almost no African-Americans -- that reviles nonviolence and labels its critics as treasonous (rather than as communist dupes). And the moral outrage of Americans, that made King's work so politically effective? We don't do that any more. We can torture thousands of mostly innocent Iraqis and Afghans, in plain sight, and nobody is held accountable. It'd take a whole lot more than Bull Connor's police dogs to make the news today.

The saddest loss in the modern narrative of Dr. King's career is the story of who he was: a man without wealth, without elected office, who managed as a single individual to change the world simply through the strength of his moral convictions. His power came from his faith, and his willingness to act on what he knew to be right. That story could inspire many millions to similar action -- if only it were told. We could each be Dr. King.

Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., nonviolent martyr to reconciliation and justice, has become a Hallmark Card, a warm, fuzzy, feel-good invocation of neighborliness, a file photo for sneakers or soda commercials, a reprieve for post-holiday shoppers, an excuse for a three-day weekend, a cardboard cutout used for photo ops by dissembling Cabinet members and ungrateful Supreme Court justices. Be sure to check out the Three-Day-Only White Sale at WalMart. Always lower prices. Always.

King deserves better. We all do.


Another reason I don't like parrots

Not sure which is sadder... that this is news, or that this is news from the front page of an international media outlet-CNN.

If he hadn't been a computer programmer, no doubt he would have caught on much earlier:
"Oh hi, Gary, thanks for checking in on Suzy, she's been seeming pretty down lately. Leaving so soon?"
"Suzy, I'm glad that you found a work-out buddy. I'm sure that Gary will help you stick with your exercise program and help you get in shape."

Mouthy parrot 'reveals sex secret'

LONDON, England -- A computer programmer found out his girlfriend was having an affair when his pet parrot kept repeating her lover's name, British media reported Tuesday.

The African grey parrot kept squawking "I love you, Gary" as his owner, Chris Taylor, sat with girlfriend Suzy Collins on the sofa of their shared flat in Leeds, northern England.

But when Taylor saw Collins's embarrassed reaction, he realized she had been having an affair -- meeting her lover in the flat whilst Ziggy looked on, the UK's Press Association reported.

Ziggy even mimicked Collins's voice each time she answered her telephone, calling out "Hiya Gary," according to newspaper reports.

Call-center worker Collins, 25, admitted the four-month affair with a colleague called Gary to her boyfriend and left the flat she had shared with Taylor, 30, for a year.

Taylor said he had also been forced to part with Ziggy after the bird continued to call out Gary's name and refused to stop squawking the phrases in his ex-girlfriend's voice, media reports said.

"I wasn't sorry to see the back of Suzy after what she did, but it really broke my heart to let Ziggy go," he said.

"I love him to bits and I really miss having him around, but it was torture hearing him repeat that name over and over again.

"I still can't believe he's gone. I know I'll get over Suzy, but I don't think I'll ever get over Ziggy."

Taylor acquired Ziggy as a chick eight years ago and named him after the David Bowie character Ziggy Stardust.

The bird has now found a new home through the offices of a local parrot dealer. Collins, who admitted the affair, said: "I'm not proud of what I did but I'm sure Chris would be the first to admit we were having problems.

"I am surprised to hear he got rid of that bird," she added to The Guardian newspaper. "He spent more time talking to it than he did to me."

Sunday, January 15, 2006

You can't die from embarrassment


Dedicated to a friend...

Public Health Announcement

It's not that I think that you, my dear readers, aren't smart, it's just that I'd like to ensure that you don't have stupid friends who would recommend this remedy to you and you, not knowing any better, might follow said advice. Now, you won't, you'll know better. No thanks is necessary, my reasons are purely altruistic.

Don’t Use Brake Fluid to Ease Toothaches
Arab News

DAMMAM, 15 January 2006 — A man learned a hard lesson in taking unqualified medical advice when he lost six teeth after using brake fluid to relieve a toothache, the Okaz daily reported yesterday. Taking advice from a friend — obviously not a doctor — the man applied the brake fluid to his gums. Being a highly hydrosgopic substance (meaning it is attracted to and bonds with water molecules), the brake fluid caused the man’s gums to swell terribly over the two hours of his self-prescribed medication. His friend apologized for the bad advice.

Truthiness

Per a comment that I have received attacking this blog's adherence to facts (ie - not linking to a quoted article), I issue the following statement and include the referenced article.

Self - "This blog upholds nothing but the highest measure of truthiness in all activities, and comments, published and/or unpublished."

Stephen Colbert 'feuds' with AP over word

NEW YORK (AP) — Stung by a recent Associated Press article that didn't credit him for coining the word "truthiness," Comedy Central's Stephen Colbert has struck back.

The world's oldest news organization, Colbert says, is the "No. 1 threat facing America."

On Wednesday evening, Colbert placed the AP atop the Threat Down segment of The Colbert Report show. What was No. 2?

Bears.

In October, on Colbert's debut episode of the Daily Show spinoff, the comedian defined "truthiness" as truth that wouldn't stand to be held back by facts. The word caught on, and last week the American Dialect Society named "truthiness" the word of the year.

When an AP story about the designation sent coast to coast failed to mention Colbert, he began a tongue-in-cheek crusade, not unlike the kind his muse Bill O'Reilly might lead in all seriousness.

"It's a sin of omission, is what it is," Colbert told The AP on Thursday. "You're not giving people the whole story about truthiness."

"It's like Shakespeare still being alive and not asking him what 'Hamlet' is about," he said.

The Oxford English Dictionary has a definition for "truthy" dating back to the 1800s. It's defined as "characterized by truth" and includes the derivation "truthiness."

Michael Adams, a visiting associate professor at North Carolina State University who specializes in lexicology, pointed to that definition and has said Colbert's claim to inventing the word is "untrue." (Adams served as the expert opinion in the initial AP story.)

"The fact that they looked it up in a book just shows that they don't get the idea of truthiness at all," Colbert said Thursday. "You don't look up truthiness in a book, you look it up in your gut."

Though slight, the difference of Colbert's definition and the OED's is essential. It's not your typical truth, but, as The New York Times wrote, "a summation of what (Colbert) sees as the guiding ethos of the loudest commentators on Fox News, MSNBC and CNN."

Colbert, who referred on his program to the AP omission as a "journalistic travesty," said Thursday that it was similar to the much-criticized weapons of mass destruction reporting leading up to the Iraq War.

"Except," he said, "people got hurt this time."

Copyright 2006 The Associated Press. All rights reserved

Eating Crow

After yesterday's particularly exuberant post and several weeks of leading up to this, it might cross your mind that I would delete them to expunge my failed prediction from the record. No, instead I sit here with my cap humbly in my hand (metaphorically speaking) and acknowledge that we lost to the Seahawks. They played a good game, shut down our run, and threw off the offense's rhythm enough that we couldn't fully capitalize on 3 turnovers. Missed FG in the 4th quarter didn't help much either; that would've had us down by 4; 17-13-- at that point, another FG and a TD would've had us at my prediction, but the ill winds of fate (and a shanked kick) planned otherwise.

I just read an article about a pill they are developing that can ease the trauma of an intense memory. Since it was short and fairly uninformative, I can only guess that you take it within so many hours of the incident and it prevents your brain from making as many synaptic connections to the memory. Of course, since this is just a first step, I wonder where this will end up? Maybe something like Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind?

Saturday, January 14, 2006

Great Swami

Oh, Great Swami, deliver unto us the prediction for today's great conflict between Ultimate Good (Redskins) and the Almost Pure Evil (Seahawks, the Cowboys are Pure Evil) that stands between them and the Sacred Grail (Vince Lombardi Trophy).

First of all, a reminder, I predicted that we were going to make the playoffs. Yep. And we're (yes, I'm on the team in case you didn't know) going to win today's game, go on to the championships (not that it matters, but I think Carolina will beat the Bears) where we'll lose there. Now, some naysayers would argue that after winning 6 in a row to get here that the Hand of God is weakening. Blasphemy I say! 7 it shall be, for that is the decreed number. Not 6, nor 8, but 7. These idolaters worship false gods (other teams). Stray not from the true path which shall be revealed to us with a victory score of... 23-17.

Here ends the sermon of the Great Swami. Praise be unto him (shameless plug: maybe in the form of comments or a site review?...).

Friday, January 13, 2006

Interview with an Army Soldier

December 9, 2005 (CNN) While interviewing an anonymous US Special Forces
soldier, a Reuters News agent asked the soldier what he felt when
sniping members of Al Quaeda in Afghanistan.

The soldier shrugged and replied, "Recoil."

I have a similar story that relates to this. I kept in touch with a lot of my friends when they deployed, and my best friend from my old unit was in Baghdad. He was going through the emotional roller coaster that overtakes you in those situations, and I was doing my best to listen and offer appropriate counsel. He told me that he saw a soldier throw an Iraqi contractor (they are used for various tasks inside the compound) to the ground, pull out his pistol, and held it to the guy's head. I don't know the soldier and I don't know the situation so I don't think it's appropriate to judge. But, I do know my friend, and it was very telling how he felt about the situation. He was secretly wished that the soldier had pulledl the trigger. He had become so muddled in the emotions of the environment that he had temporarily lost his appreciation for humanity. It's natural. It boils down to "us" and "them". You begin to demonize your enemy and take away their humanity and then just about any action can be rationalized. A good soldier shouldn't feel, but a good officer should.

king of the feeling

I don't want to be this King of the Feeling.

Your crown cuts my hands and

Bleeds my will to die-

not for your sins,

but for your life.

I'm not your Savior

And can't always die for you

So you'll know you can live.

Thursday, January 12, 2006

HNT 1


haha! success!

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I haven't forgotten; plus, the Supreme Court!

I missed last week because I was travelling, but no excuses for this week, I will live up to my New Year's resolution and post a pic for HNT today. Resolution #2 is still out there; I have volunteered to work at a VA hospital one Sunday in March which is not a regular activity, but it is something.

Update from Tuesday's fight: Hardrock Bicycle versus PT Cruiser. I am still commuting on my bike to work so the spirit is still strong. Bike is making some noise because my rear dérailleur guard has been bent into the spokes; I'll take it in for repairs tomorrow to see about replacing it. More chips off my beautiful paint job. sniff, sniff. Knee is doing better, but still a little sore. I found out from my HR rep yesterday that my employees were concerned with my "uncharacteristic grumpiness" during a team meeting on Tuesday morning, but were relieved when they found out it was because I had been run over and was probably struggling to ice my knee during the phone call.

I have been reading the Alito inquisition/circus with some detached curiosity and amusement. I continue to wrestle with the real purpose of these hearings. A significant portion of Senate resources and time are devoted over a ~two week period to question a candidate for the Supreme Court toward what purpose? Could this time be better spent on other matters? Is the purpose of this process the last-minute litmus test of the voice of the common voter via their duly elected (I'm facetious with that term because of blatant gerrymandering as common course, the imperial nature of our current two-party system, etc.) representatives? Or is this already done because the President has been elected by the Electoral College (republican system, not a true democratic one when comes to the mechanics) and therefore the voice of the people has already been heard? Historically and logically, a President nominates candidates in line with his/her (eventually) ideology. Constitutionally, he acts only with the "advice and consent" of the Senate which is established through a simple majority vote.

Should the Senate vet candidates based on what it would appear their future judicial decisions would be? Whether they engage in "activism" or not? Or should it be solely on their qualifications? What are the qualifications to be a Supreme Court Justice? The ABA actually evaluates nominees based on their professional qualifications and returns a judgement of "well qualified", "qualified", and "not qualified". Unfortunately, I could not find the specific criteria, but I'm sure it's an informal investigation by committee of cases they judged or participated in.

My thoughts: Presidents come and go. Supreme Court Justices will be around for a long time. I think that the Judicial branch has been overly politicized against its will. You might disagree with the current President at any point in time, but I think that as long as the individual is qualified (did you know there are no restrictions on citizenship or age?), then the solemnity, distinction, and immense power of the position tends to temper any radical beliefs. Furthermore, judges do not rule based on their personal beliefs; they rule based on precedent and interpretation of law. And, a discussion like this could not be complete if I didn't point out the example of David Souter-- he was appointed by George HW Bush in 1990. He is generally noted as a "liberal" judge which is a viewpoint that historically seems to be the logical progression of many years on the court. So, judges will always be their own people regardless of the circumstances they were nominated under. Note - I'm not saying that Antonin Scalia will ever liberalize; he is a bedrock conservative, who also is statistically the funniest judge on the Court.

Tuesday, January 10, 2006

I Stars

I am the loving sun that warms you if you step outside into my arms.

I ache to illuminate your face, your body, your soul.

I am that callow moon who is a pale reminder biting deeper in cold night’s abyss.

I want to cast your dark shadow and grasp for you in the night.

I am the exotic, feeling flower of intoxicating dreams and nightmares.

I want to caress your tears with my petals and cling to your breast as you sleep.

I will captivate each sense and prick your fingers.

I want to set the stars on your skin.

today's totems of titular tidings

kudos to anonymous for posting a comment to a poem. deep down in your warm, anonymous soul, you must know that you are appreciated by yours truly.

day got off to a bang. literally. while commuting via bicycle to work, i was run over by a lady in her horrible little chrysler PT Cruiser. her karma ran over my bicycle. yeah, that wasn't funny. anyway, she pulls up to the corner on a red to make a right, slows, and then pulls right into me while still not looking. i had even gone out into the lane away from the crosswalk to avoid her. she hit my leg and the back end of the bike swinging it all the way around. i got up, looked at her, pointed to the white crosswalk signal, and biked on. bike is having some issues and my knee is really starting to bug me. yes, i will get her information next time if anybody else would like to offer such wonderful advice.

this evening, i lost two hours of my life attending a homeowner's meeting where the board wanted to meet me since i was applying for the VP slot. they will have to vote over email this week since only two of them were there. i'll let you know if i get it. first step, my homeowner's assocation, next step, haiti. start small, that's the way i see it.

check it out. today's stupid legislation nomination: http://news.com.com/Create+an+e-annoyance%2C+go+to+jail/2010-1028_3-6022491.html. i wonder if this blog could be considered to run afoul of this new law...

Monday, January 09, 2006

first, second, third

First, a big thank you goes out to Bethany for commenting on a poem. Yay! You win, well, nothing, but you do get marquee billing at the top of a blog post. I hope that doesn't discourage you or any others from providing wonderful commentary in the future. I really do like receiving feedback on my writing, since it's kind of depressing to throw so much of myself out there and then sit back and listen to crickets chirp [I don't live in the country, I just have a soundtrack of crickets on itunes that I have on repeat].

Second, I feel like less of a putz than I did earlier today. Yay, again, but more muted this time because my moroninity [yes, new word, you read it here first] is still lurking, waiting for the right moment to kidnap the one lonely brain cell that allows me to pass for a mammal. Now you know the secret of politics, this is how politicians are able to perform the way they do. This is why I am personally destined for greatness, I am very, very stupid. Hmm, I'll have to work on the feeling sorry part, I don't think I'm supposed to have a conscience.

Third, everything should be in three's. Yay, yay, yay. It's a running structure I use in my writing; take a look in the archives and you'll notice a lot of use of triplets (descriptions, verses, etc.). Why? Three is the most stable geometric design-- argh, too deep for even me, abort, abort. This is why it's probably best I didn't finish my mathematical treatise on entropy. Sigh, if only I had someone to talk about poetry and all of this with... Oh well, I'll just debate whether to read Programming Perl (I hate Perl) or Building Cisco Multilayer Switched Networks. Why can't they be more lyrical? For example, pg. 223, figure 6-3, 5 - "The MLS-RP receives the frame and consults the routing table." yawn. I take that back, it is kinda interesting, but it doesn't read very well. How about instead, "The MLS-RP gently received the frame, cradling the packet like a mother a child, and consults the constellation's routing table, looking where layer 2's love is filed." Huh? Not bad, right? I should quit work and begin my new career as a Technical Writer? They already don't let me back in the karaoke bar, so I have to quit my day job for something... ;)

Sunday, January 08, 2006

Phoenix

The memories of then
Can be the burning touch of now;
If you don't fear to know,
Then your phoenix will alight with how.

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you

I feel you trembling held in my arms,
While I try to dissect what it is:
Lust, passion, or your stultifying charms?
You're singing the songs I could've already sung,
That gently torture me:
Your teeth, lips, or dizzying tongue?
This is all such sweet madness
because I really need it all:
the confusion, the love, and the sadness.

[alternate picture considered]

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music and the skins, of course

music has so many ways to connect with us. there's literal music whose rhythms, lyrics, melodies, beat, etc. can individually or all together can provoke. there's music in life: someone's voice, sounds of our environment (typing keys in an office is a sad example of this). it's interesting because different songs can appeal to us at different times. i would guess that there are about 42 (haha) songs that really can affect me.

the five of the moment:
across the universe by fiona apple
sweater song by weezer
clincher by chevelle
moral centralia by harvey danger
save yourself by stabbing westward

with that half thought for the day, it is time to turn to the glorious music of the nfl (hail to the redskins, hail victoreeeeeeeee....). for the few of you who regularly check this blog, you will remember that i predicted several weeks ago that the redskins would make the play-offs. check. and that they would go on to the championships, but lose there. bucs beaten (go defense), one down, one to go (seattle, who they have beaten in the regular season). my current prediction will be that the panthers will beat the bears (bears are #2 seed, both defenses are excellent, but bears' young qb will choke; delhomme has done this before). obviously, the skins will beat the seahawks, but will be too banged up to then overcome the panthers.

all right, the beauty of the modern age, i have now had a third stream of consciousness presented to me. did anybody else know there is a movie, annapolis, about the naval academy coming out at the end of this month? only caught about half of it, so i don't have an impression yet. i have to offer a disclaimer here: i went to west point, the arch nemesis of usna, so i'm feeling a little mixed about the way it's been packaged-- "the toughest military academy in the world", etc. we'll wait to pass judgement until we can gather more information. i have had the opportunity to participate in various activities with all three of the major academies (merchant marines and coast guard are the smaller siblings) and there are some serious differences between them.

Saturday, January 07, 2006

a few days off

well, in the short life of this blog, the past few days will have been the longest i have gone without posting. spent the past week on business up in michigan; being sick by itself sucks, but being sick when you're away from home, blech. i don't think i'm very good at being sick either; i'm not sure what a good sick person is like, but i'm sure they're not like me. overall, it was a week well spent in slowly pushing the cogs of progress at the company, welcoming a new employee to my team, and finding myself again. it's good to be back. tygj=) it's amazing how quickly we can forget the range of emotions that we can experience: when was the last time you felt the happiest, saddest, angriest you've ever been?

Tuesday, January 03, 2006

my gloves

I forgot my gloves.
They're still in my coat ever elusively
With stray hairs of your exclusively.
Maybe they left me
And enjoy the resignation of old,
While my hands, my hands freeze cold.
Or, were they just left-
So damned as a tangible recant?
The gloves I forgot, the you I can't.

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Sunday, January 01, 2006

Skins and Manchurian Candidate

Skins win. On to the playoffs where hopefully Brunell will be healthy- it seemed like his knee was holding him back today. Tough game to watch- I don't think it should have been as close as it was, but a W is still a W. Next stop, retribution against the Bucs.

No news or great thought to ponder otherwise. Watching the original Manchurian Candidate right now- haven't seen it in awhile and it will be interesting to compare it to the Denzel Washington remake. I enjoy these movies- like most Gen Xer's, I was raised with the Cold War providing a keen backdrop to everything- these movies capture that pervasive paranoia of the zeitgeist. Of course, this was somewhat ironically muted for me from growing up in West Berlin when it was isolated in East Germany and then Moscow, USSR. Another favorite: Dr. Strangelove. I'd forgotten all of the references to the Red Scare in this movie- a few months ago, I was reading about some creative revisionist history on McCarthy and how he wasn't a drunken moron, but in fact had discovered the tip of the iceberg of pernicious Soviet influence in our country. The premise is based on recently declassified NSA files (VENONA) that supposedly matches some of the accused. Feel free to draw your own conclusion; I can't help but feel certain parallels with current politics when reading this topic- less to do with a clear, tangible evil (unless you count Al Qaeda), but more of the accepted fashion of destroying your opponent.

Updated Empath-- usually I prefer not to publish something until I feel it's done, but those ideas were kicking around in my head when I wrote it, and have just come to fruition.

forecast for the new year

1) particularly relevant to florida, there will be more hurricanes and tropical depressions than last year. we made it to "Zeta" this year; next year, they will go through the stupid names, the greek alphabet, and resurrect cyrillic in its pure form to keep the media happy.
2) both parties will continue to demonstrate their irrelevance. unfortunately, this will prompt ross perot to re-appear and quash any real thoughts of having a serious third alternative. by the end of the year, this new common enemy will re-ignite our faith in the two-party system.
3) the redskins will make the play-offs and go all of the way to the championships. no, really. i'm not kidding on this one. stop laughing.
4) avian flu and mad cow will be long forgotten. instead, per my previous post, kindergarteners' kold will sweep the world bringing civilization to the brink. millions will die. kindergarteners will be hunted to extinction. this time the super-conservatives will not only not try to block removal of life-support for a dying 5 year old, they will encourage it as "god's will". ross perot will cluelessly discuss the budget deficit instead on that media day; the front-running democrat (it will take 2 years now to prepare for election day) will also miss the headline and deliver a long-winded, stilted discourse on the plight of the poor from his yacht.
5) rumsfeld will retire. he will be replaced by the former batboy from the texas rangers when bush owned the team. the media will not pillory his credentials, nor the apparent cronyism involved until they remember that we are still in iraq (it will take them a few months) and will wrongly blame him for it even thought things will probably be running fairly smoothly.

lame new year's resolutions

it's 2 am, of course they're going to be lame.

1) participate in HNT. as my work schedule permits, i shall post on thursdays. i'm not sure that this will improve my life any, but maybe, it will improve traffic to this site. well, at least until the first picture...

2) do volunteer work. i used to do a lot of work in boy scouts, and then i did some things with kids in college, but that's pretty much been the end of it since. i think this is a good idea-- for the few people that read this site, stay tuned, we'll see where this goes.

3) screw it, two's enough.