Random thought o’ the day:
Okay, so in basic geometry terms, an actual axis need only consist of two points, right? And, sure, there are an infinite number of points along that line between the two, but those points actually have to be on that line, right? So, with the Axis of Evil™ we have Iraq, Iran and the other place that Bush seems to have forgot…oh! yeah: North Korea. You know: the one with actual weapons of mass destruction? So anyway, we have these three points, but they are arrayed on the outside of this sphere we call Earth. So since all three of these are on the outside of a sphere, they can’t actually be in a straight line with each other, hence can’t actually be an “axis.” I mean, with three points, I could see it being a plane. A Plane of Evil™. Or, at the very least, A Parabola of Evil™. Right?

Maybe I let my mind wander too much. Hmmm.

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ive been having an ass flareup. most unfortunate. even worse though -

my coworker also seems to be having digestive issues this morning. im not one to be so crass, usually. but i cant fucking breath in here. im sitting here, our backs to each other, separated by about 4 feet and im actually holding my breath.

its going to be a long day at work kids.

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3pm. where is everyone today? how can i be the only one who has posted today? well, ray i read right when i got to work. but it seems everyone is slacking today. on here.

i completed all my tasks today – all 11 of them, tasks which were supposed to take at least the rest of the week. werd. web samurai indeed.

victor and i tried to go see ‘the flight of osiris’ (playing in front of ‘dreamcatcher’). he paid, which was really nice.

but the projector was screwy and victor refused to watch. i did get to see the t3 and xmen 2 previews before we got a refund. they look decent. watchable even. least if i had a 40.

back to looking busy. and smart.

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i will post about more trivial stuff later, but this piece of news just hit and i think it’s interesting b/c it’s about the media and the war. and it centers around pulitzer-prize winning journalist peter arnett, who worked for national geographic until this weekend, or today…i just read the news but dont know when ngs officially fired him. i dont know much about reporting, but i guess it’s a major faux pas to bash the military ops of the country with whom you have contracted work.

NBC, MSNBC terminate Arnett

NBC severs its ties with journalist Peter Arnett after interview with state-run Iraqi TV

Pentagon pressure behind CNN firing of Peter Arnett (filed in 1999)

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Now, I’m no international diplomat or military strategist, but I think I may have just devised a quick and simple solution to end this war:

Airdrop Celine Dion, Michael Bolton and a set of loudspeakers into Baghdad.

The city will be empty in a matter of minutes and the city can then be carpet-bombed. Anyone remaining is obviously an instrument of evil and I think no international community could categorize those as “innocents.”

Imagine the lives that could be saved in such a maneuver. A peaceful, bloodless end to this seemingly protracted situation would be a windfall for everyone involved. The lives of the soldiers on both sides would be spared, and everyone would see what true terrorism looks like—-before it is wiped from the planet forever in a firestorm of munitions.

Now, I realize this plan might at first blush seem inhumane. To the Iraqis.

True, those Iraqis in ill health might not be able to flee fast enough from the horrible sounds emanating from these pop-music weapons of mass distruction. This is why I propose airlifting a few thousand Segway units into Baghdad beforehand. Since they’re not flying off the shelves here in America, I say they should be donated to the greater global good. With each of these technological marvels, we would include instructions and a CD single from one of the performers. Who knows? Perhaps the city will be abandoned before dropping in Dion and Bolton.

Of course, I still haven’t decided if they should be given parachutes or just tossed out of the plane. Hmmm.

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the endless battle against the exhaustion. i tried to catch up the past couple nights. i woke up at six this morning and last morning, and managed to go back to sleep (waking up again and going back to sleep) til 9ish. both mornings i woke up with my pj top off. nothing like stripping in your sleep, eh?

i’ve been pretty productive thankfully, and in a good mood thanks to the sunshine. i wish i could go to portland for a few days. my uncle and friends will be there tomorrow.

it’s been incredible having a long weekend. i wish i had all friday’s off (it was cesar chavez day, no class, no work). spent the day doing homework, then got mexican food and watched a video at mudd. nice to see people. today i didn’t leave the room until 8. i’m glad i bought food or i wouldn’t be a happy camper. at 8 i went and saw kevin’s play. an odd play. he was actually very good in it, but i didn’t like the acting of one of the main characters, so that took away from it. i’m glad i went. i missed the first minute, which wouldn’t have been too bad except the play wasn’t very long.

my darlin suitemates told me i looked nice yesterday. i hid the tiredness by wearing some makeup for teh first time at school in quite a while. today was another day, and charlie was concerned when he saw me because i look sleep deprived. yep. and will continue to be until i’m good and well caught up/ahead with all of this crap. it never ends.

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You know that scene from bad movies and television shows where someone is dragging out a piece of toilet paper that magically stuck to their foot when leaving the bathroom? And try as they might they can’t get it off, and hilarity ensues until the ultimate conclusion of the removal of said toilet paper, and then the world is a better place. Well, I’ve been feeling like I’ve had some toilet paper stuck to my shoe for months, and I awkwardly have been trying to get it off for a little while. And while not hilarious, it did take a few tries before it was finally gone. And now I’m not walking with that embarrassment anymore. And the world is a better place.

The moral of the story: life goes on. Sometimes you drag the past with you, even if you don’t realize it, and it’s up to you to do what you see fit with it.

And the secondary moral: the clich? of the toilet paper stuck to the foot has been done to death. And it never really happens. I mean, have you ever seen anyone walk out of a restroom like that? I haven’t.

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i just finished making my bed. clean sheets. nothing beats clean sheets.

while putting the final pillowcase on my pillow (my favorite pillow – a feather one that has been slowly falling apart for the past 10 years. i dont know what im going to do the day it does die. im slightly worries, as new holes have been appearing quickly.), i noticed a sock sitting out a box of stuff my mom mailed me months ago. the box is sitting to the right of my desk and is filled with knickknack items i havent needed yet. (a quick glance into teh box reveals: a shirt, a sweater, an old phone battery and some chemical brothers posters john gave me.)

this sock is a black structure sock, with a purple violet and green vince on it (circa 1993). most of my structure socks from then (10 years ago) have finally started giving up the ghost, but they are so good. where else could you get dress socks with roosters on them? they were nice and a good combo of being less than plain and still dressy. sadly, structure has ceased making socks like that and i have never found somewhere that fill that void for me.

this particular sock is one of a pair (duh). im not sure where the other is, since i stopped wearing matching socks about a year and a half ago. it seemed like more work and less fun. so i stopped.

anyway, i havent worn this sock in ages, as evidenced by the fact that it is hanging out of this box.

why?

because its a bad luck sock.

im not kidding. its been so long, i cant swear on it (the circumstances). but im 99% sure that i wore these socks to prom. perhaps both proms. they were the socks i wore when karen and i broke up. i think they have other bad luck implications, but thats where it started.

now im paranoid to wear them, for fear of them bringing badness into my day (emotional or not).

i wondered why i had kept them all this time since i felt this way. id rather wear a dirty pair of socks than those. there simply is no way i want to wear them. because of my own superstitions.

and the answer is – i dont know. i dont know why i have kept them. in my sock drawer. passed over for years.

but in typing this out, im going to have to wear them. its a silly superstition perhaps. but its one i cant justify anymore.

when i can work up the courage, im going to wear my violet socks. who knows – maybe ill even make sure they match that day.

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