Update! As of right now, I have 7 and 1/4 pages done. Whee!

Yowza.

Working away on my essay. So far, so good. However, something odd just happened.

I've been working on this paper in silence. My cd stopped 20 minutes ago, no one else is home, I only hear the hum of my comptuer fan and the clicking of my keys. I open my mouth and say "363" to myself to remember the number as I transfer it from a webpage to my essay...

and scared the HELL out of my self. Whoa! Shit! Sound! Augh!

Would have been an odd way to die.

"He had a heart attack."
"From what?"
"He spoke."
"Knowing him, it was most likely a pun so bad his brain decided to sabotage his body so it didn't have to put up with it any more..."

Anyway, back to the essay. Just thought that was a fun little story.


P.S. - Counting Crows Live - Across a Wire is keeping me company now...

come on color me in
come on color me in
come on come on come on
give me a blue rain
give me a black sky
give my your green eyes
give me your white skin
give me your white skin
give me your white skin...

http://www.rollingstone.com/news/newsarticle.asp?nid=17106

random fun eels news!

http://www.adbusters.org/abtv/movies/uncommercials/buy_nothing_day/usa_med.html

this ad will be running tonight at 6:49 pm EST on CNN, during Moneyline...you know Adbusters is loving this. Heh.

Haven't updated in ahwile...not much to say at present. Everything's good. Going to nap right now in preparation for an essay. That means I'll probably have a nice, long rambling post on here later on today, courtesy of procrastination. Yes, indeed.

I was at the mall today, and I saw a child's action figure that was part of a "peacekeeper" series. He had a carbine, a pistol, a knife, 2 grenades...

...and no pen.

I wish you wouldn't extrude those Goths. - RSG

I've always been a bit too attached to radiohead's like spinning plates...I'm listening to the live version now and...

I am saved! I found a belt I forgot I owned...light brown leather belt with permit on it. I have been neglecting it...problem is, I have to put it on "backwards". At least, that's how it feels to me, since I put my belt through the loops left-handed. If I do that with this belt, the fish end up upside down...and we can't have that, now can we?

10 page paper is now due wednesday. hooray for random teacher kindness!

hey
             you


     foot
                  loose


     fan
                 cy


                 free,
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               thing


     you      are
     to        me.

::THUD::

Back from the UCF library. Let's see what we have.

Land Use Planning, Environmental Protection and Growth Management - The Florida Experience - Robert A. Catlin
Protecting National Wetlands - David G. Burke
Protecting Wetlands, Managing Watersheds... - Local Government Case Studies
Ecosystem Management in the United States - Steven L. Yaffee
the night torn mad with footsteps - Charles Bukowski
burning in water drowning in flame - Charles Bukowski

Maybe I'll write a 10 page beat research essay on land acquisition! Yay!

Also wrote a poem...will need severe unbreakable space formatting since blogger doesn't like having more than one space in a row. blargh!

"There are only two tragedies in life: one is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it." --Oscar Wilde

Been awhile since I've had a post with some relevance to my life, so, HERE!

Yesterday was a minor miracle. I finished a 5 page paper at 11pm. Amazing...usually that's when I START the paper. I wanted to finish it 2 days ago, but things got all out of order and the paper was the last thing I needed.

Now, I need to determine what to do my 10 page paper on. I'm going to choose either Florida Forever, or the death penalty (the paper has to be on an issue in Florida politics). I'm starting to lean towards the death penalty, because there will be a fair amount of books on it at the library. Or so I hope. I'm going there shortly to investigate.

Right now, though, I'm sitting here at my computer with leftover black beans and rice that I decided to infuse with "Zesty Garlic & Butter" croutons I've had lying around for awhile, and listening to Glen Phillips and Eliot Smith.

On the plus side, I'm drinking some excellent sweet tea I brewed last night. I can't make coffee, but dammit I've got tea down!

Exciting, ne?

The chips - they murder me!

The RSG, suffering from congenital heart failure...

"We do not mean to write as if we were in a passion, unless that shall really be the case, and we shall make it a point to get into a passion as rarely as possible. There are very few things in this world which it is worth while to get angry about, and they are just the things that anger will not improve." - Henry Raymond, founder of the New York Times

http://members.lycos.co.uk/turingcr/php_comic.php?comic=10
a very random strip that I seem to be enjoying...

This is copied directly from someone's journal on Top Web Comics...I take no credit for this whatsoever.

As far as existentialism and philosophy goes, I have this to say...

It was time for everyone to turn in their essay for philosophy class, and the essay was the entirety of their exams. All of their grades depended on this one test. The topic of the essay? Well, the proffessor stuck a chair on his desk and told the students "Prove to me in your essay that this chair does not exist." That was the only requirement.

The students started the essay, and after about three minutes a student turned in his essay, much to the professors suprise. Then the student left. About two hours later the rest of the students were finishing up and turning their tests in.

The essays were graded the next day, and the results, along with the best essay, were posted on the professors door for the whole university to see.

The only student to get an A on the exam was the student who turned in his essay first. It was a simple two word essay.
It said, quite simply, and in exact terms.

"What Chair?"


The lesson, Beleive.

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addendum to previous post: I find it humorous that the only thing I really, really cannot tolerate is intolerance...it annoys me far more than it should.

After 8 hours of debate, the city council voted 4-3 in favor of passing a law that would protect gays and lesbians from discrimination in the workplace. The same law also protects heterosexuals, so if for example a heterosexual wished to work at a gay club they could not be turned away due to their sexual orientation. The law still has to go through a final vote in two weeks, but the vote on Monday is seen as a very positive indication of the law passing. So far, a good positive step...

Orange County School Board member Barbara Rushing said this law is simply a smoke screen meant to open the door to other goals of the "gay agenda"...goals which are obviously detrimental to society, such as workplace benefits for gay partners, same-sex marriages, and gay adoption.

The horror of it all! Imagine!

A world filled with...

...equality.

thank you

you were right, too many exclamation points. nothing left now. ouch.

Quick update:

One crazy Minnesotan by the name of John is kind enough to host my poetry archive! This means no Geocities pop-ups. Everyone say thank you to John!

Thank you, John!

You can see his online comic at http://comics.wangclip.net, although he hasn't updated it in a long time. You lazy bastard!

That's all for now...possibly more later.

Wow. Guess what's back?

the Random Original Poetry Archive!

Enjoy, all you scallywags and ne'er-do-wells!

Oh yeah, and it's been updated too. Zoom!

How dare you salivate over my cockatrice!

The RSG, humoring the 14 year old boy in all of us!

Wow. Yeah. Whoa!

So...the weather...is just...yeah. It's 60 degrees, no clouds, high humidity, with a breeze. If your windows aren't down in your car, and your hand isn't out the window letting the wind run through your fingers and under your nails, I'm pretty sure you must be dead.

This, combined with a couple other things, has put me in an insanely good mood. I was doing a little dance and humming Van Morrison's Moondance all through Publix while shopping. It's amazing no one called the cops on me, yes it is!

That is all for now. Adios!

"No sane man will dance." --Cicero

Between him and Voltaire, there's NO fun to be had.

And obviously, Cicero never played DDR. Booya!

"A poem is never finished, only abandoned." --Paul Valery

hm.

"Some scientists claim that hydrogen, because it is so plentiful, is the basic building block of the universe. I dispute that. I say that there is plenty more stupidity than hydrogen, and that is the basic building block of the universe." - Frank Zappa

Posting this because I forgot to yesterday and I found it very, very random.

The Ravenous soundtrack lodged itself in my brain yesterday, so I had pull it out and listen to it for several hours. Very strange, indeed.

A sestina is a very curious thing...perhaps I'll give it a shot at some point in the near future, if I have the patience for it...my words usually want to escape onto the page. They do not like being bound into specific forms...or I'm lazy and don't want to put too much effort into my work. Your call!

Didn't I say more later? I did. It's later now, so here's more.

It seems I've calmed down a bit, which is good, because if I had been in the previous mood any longer I probably would have danced myself into a wall. Actually, I'm tired at this point...but it's the tired where your eyes hurt and you're still wide awake so you know sleep is a ways off. And that's fine with me.

10 minutes later, eyes are fine. Feeling normal, which is good I suppose...but not that the above was bad. Just different.

10 minuts after the 10 minutes later. Eyes feel weird again! And obviously, I'm not being very productive in this little online creation. Ah, well.

At any rate, yeah....lost desire to write. But I'm content and happy and ridiculous. Can I ask for more?

oh...can can you believe it took me 45 minutes to write this? heh.

Frrrrrrragmented!

Ridiculously good mood!
Blamed on The Cure - Close to Me!
And the events of this weekend!
WANNAMOVEWANNASHAKEWANNAGO....wanna come?
...wish you were here.

More later. Can't sit! Must go! MOVEMOVEMOVEMOVEMOVEMOVE!

zoom.

Someone very close to me was attacked by a strange man...and for that, I apologize.

Now excuse me...I'm off to play my harmonium.

: )

Oh, how I wish I wasn't broken... - RSG, in a rather odd mood, it would seem.

I am a Kafkaesque peanut. - RSG

AlliAqua (10:13:44 AM): my visa.. am i a resident alien?
Cy Coe (10:14:54 AM): hahaha, well, I say you're a resident alien. you seem to be from a different planet.

I love my sister!

NOVEMBER 26th!!!!!!

DRESS TO KILL ON DVD!

It's about time.

Reach out and touch faith...

Been listening to Johnny Cash do Personal Jesus too much this morning. Whee!

Ok...so I was wandering around online, and found this:

http://www.moby.com/DailyPhotos/kellyosbournefriends.jpg

Ok...in this picture we have:
1. Kelly Obsbourne
2. Brandon Boyd (I think, not really sure)
3. ...

Recognize him? Perhaps you don't, since he's not on stage in red briefs...

yes, that's right...

HAR MAR SUPERSTAR!

I have to go to class now...and sit and process this information...or purge it.

IT BURNS!



Wow, I'm really odd today. Enjoy it!

oh yeah, and in other news, bowling last night was BAD. BLEH! Although I did manage to get 3 strikes in a row...almost 4. On the last ball I hit the pocket a little too heavy Brooklyn side and left 1 pin...

...miss you.

Thus far, the Murakami book is fantastic. It will have to be loaned out to some people I know to the south-west of me.

Today was kind of odd. Just kind of drifted through it, never really there. Couldn't figure out what it was. Then, after taking a nap, I realized...I was lonely. Not the type of lonely I was used to...that's why I couldn't place it. It wasn't the steel-and-caffeine-at-4am lonely...that neverending sense of soul-sucking despair. Much different. Don't want to delve into how. Don't wish to discuss everything in this online creation. But this is infinitely preferable to past experience...and is reassuring in an odd way.

"It is better to be quotable than to be honest." --Tom Stoppard

Yet another update. I think this is a record...4 in one day? Wow.

Still feel need to wander move and shake.

Found myself at Barned&Noble, holding a copy of SnowCrash.

Found myself putting that back, and picking up a copy of Haruki Murakami's Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World.

Find myself now in front of my computer with this book.

No solid idea what it's about. Rather cryptic back cover. But I'm in a gambling mood.
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The elevator contiunued its impossibly slow ascent. Ot at least I imagined it was ascent. There was no telling for sure: it was too slow that all sense of direction simply vanished. It could have been going down for all I knew, or maybe it wasn't moving at all. But let's just assume it was going up. Merely a guess. Maybe I'd gone up twelve stories, then down three. Maybe I'd circled the globe. How would I know?

Opening paragraph. This is a good gamble.

Another update? Damn.

I was sitting here at the computer happily stagnating with my window open when the urge to move struck. Away with rollerblades I fled to campus. After gliding, I realized the day was ending...which meant a sunset. And on a day like today...

The problem with Orlando is this. If there's not buildings in the way, there's trees.

So away I skated; up to the 4th floor of the parking garage I chased the sun. I emerged at the top as it was falling behind the trees, a round dying ember of fire serving as the period to the end of the day...

that is all

Don't read anything into these. The passages here are just some I found and really liked, and wanted to save in case I never get a copy of this book...Haruki Murakami's Sputnik Sweetheart. Note that "Sputnik" means "traveling companion"

And it came to me then. That we were wonderful traveling companions but in the end no more than lonely lumps of metal in their own separate orbits. From far off they look like beautiful shooting stars, but in reality they're nothing more than prisons, where each of us is locked up alone, going nowhere. When the orbitsof these two satellites of ours happened to cross paths, we could be together. Maybe even open our hearts to each other. But it was only for the briefest moment. In the next instant we'd be in absolute solitude. Until we burned up and became nothing.
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Who can really distinguish between the sea and what's reflected in it? Or tell the difference between the falling rain and loneliness?
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If people aren't equal, where would you fit in?
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Being all alone is the feeling you get when you stand at the mouth of a large river, on a rainy evening and watch the water flow into the sea. Have you ever done that?
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I spread my fingers apart and stare at the palms of both hands, looking for bloodstains. There aren't any. No scent of blood, no stiffness. The blood must have already, in its own silent way, seeped inside.

Wow, very tired...unbelievable day outside. Fighting off nap. Very happycontent at present.

...it's funny how threewords moved us forwards...

Never find out the truth about a sausage! - RSG

That reminds me, I still need to read The Jungle...

Hrm. After looking below, please remind me not to post at 2:30am when I'm drunk. Thanks.

I pity anyone who knows who they truly are...the horrors they must be witness to...