7.16.2003
*revisionist history mode* It can't be good to not censor myself when I write crap like this. Forgive me for being a filthy commie and not letting the record reflect reality. Workers unite! Sometimes though, reality isn't for the best. To make up for it, a picture of Teddy Roosevelt. War-hardened pimp with a mack hand all the hunnies respect, and the farthest thing from a stinking communist as you can get.
"Every good communist should know that political power grows out of the barrel of a gun."
-Mao Tse Tung
"Every good communist should know that political power grows out of the barrel of a gun."
-Mao Tse Tung
7.08.2003
Today is one of those days where nothing major goes wrong but the "harmonic vibrations" as L. Ron Hubbard would say, are completely out of whack. I have stupid Radiohead and Cab Calloway (the jazz "hi de hi de hi" guy...the song is called "Minnie the Moocher") songs looping in my head for no reason, and I finally understand some of them. I gotta listen to some more upbeat stuff before I become hopelessly lost.
I am really outta touch with my generation.
The only outright cool part was seeing a really nice early 90's NSX today. I got a call from an army recruiter. All the branches have been mailbombing my house for some time now...phonecards, pamphlets...he offered to come pick me up from my house to take me to his office to talk about my ASVAB test scores and a military career this thursday. Apparently my test scores were among the highest in the school. I'll go talk to him, and probably enlist a week or two after I graduate summerschool. I gotta get independent, STAT. I do envy those kids who knew which college they were accepted into and where they were going after their senior year. About all I know right now is that I want to become a research scientist.
Can you see why?
A definition of Gnostic (different from agnostic) thought:
(1) God is unkowable, or ineffable, mankind being rude matter cannot comprehende god.
(2)Knowlege, not through intellect, but through special revelation, is an aspect or emination from god and therefore superior to faith
(Hell yeah...any religeous beleifs where knowlege>faith is TOP-TIER).
(3)Mankind's goal is redemption of the soul from the material world.
(Material posessions mean nothing to me, unless they are useful tools).
(4)Knowlege can only be revealed as the petitioner was trained to understand it.
Where my gnosts at?
"Music should strike fire into the heart of man and bring tears to the eyes of woman."
-Beethoven
The only outright cool part was seeing a really nice early 90's NSX today. I got a call from an army recruiter. All the branches have been mailbombing my house for some time now...phonecards, pamphlets...he offered to come pick me up from my house to take me to his office to talk about my ASVAB test scores and a military career this thursday. Apparently my test scores were among the highest in the school. I'll go talk to him, and probably enlist a week or two after I graduate summerschool. I gotta get independent, STAT. I do envy those kids who knew which college they were accepted into and where they were going after their senior year. About all I know right now is that I want to become a research scientist.
A definition of Gnostic (different from agnostic) thought:
(1) God is unkowable, or ineffable, mankind being rude matter cannot comprehende god.
(2)Knowlege, not through intellect, but through special revelation, is an aspect or emination from god and therefore superior to faith
(Hell yeah...any religeous beleifs where knowlege>faith is TOP-TIER).
(3)Mankind's goal is redemption of the soul from the material world.
(Material posessions mean nothing to me, unless they are useful tools).
(4)Knowlege can only be revealed as the petitioner was trained to understand it.
Where my gnosts at?
"Music should strike fire into the heart of man and bring tears to the eyes of woman."
-Beethoven
7.07.2003
Lonely. Tempting. Waiting to hear from YOU. They are....Prison babes. Domestic mail order brides, they have helped many a lonely man solve the ultimate masturbator's Koan: "What is the sound of no hands fapping?"
(Jamie: "Corin-san...ashiteru ne... I get out 3/30/2004!")
Sites like www.jailbabes.com and www.meet-an-inmate.com offer unique services that allow inmates to post their picture, along with a few brief things about themselves, in order to receive mail from the non-incarcerated. The most immediate trend in their profiles is that nearly all choose to get mail from both men and women. I really doubt that prison makes EVERYONE a bisexual, so I assume it just gets lonely in the bighouse.
(Harold says:"Will you give me the chance to show you I am not an animal that belongs in a cage?")
The other thing that's VERY alarming to the potential customer is that the sites don't tell you what your potential inmate companion did/is accused of, to get thrown in the pen. What if your loving jailbunnie is in there because she stole her last penpal's kidneys, leaving him unconscious in a bathtub of ice, with hastily sewn up home-surgery wounds? (You don't want to know what the ice is for.)
(Darnell: Prefers "women between the ages of 18-49 that could possibly become a friend." We miss you Eazy!!!)
What irks me is that I find this whole thing ridiculous and would look down on people who would take advantage of a service like this. I have recently resumed my spiritual journey after a two year hiatus. I've been trying to come into manhood, not as a man...but as a great man that loves everyone. Not for religious reasons (my religious beleifs are rather complicated and undefined) but because I think it makes for a better character. Who am I to look down on others when my own street name is "Mista Vice"? It's minor, but still present.
In the end, I guess there are both pros and cons for taking the search for love to the penal system via a third party company. Who's to say that these women aren't caring, loving people who honestly want to set their mistakes behind them? Judge not, lest ye be judged... I guess. But when it comes to my kidneys waking up thoroughly shived with a sharpened plastic toothbrush, I'll play it safe.
"A man always has two reasons for the things he does- a good one and a real one."
-J. Piermont Morgan
Sites like www.jailbabes.com and www.meet-an-inmate.com offer unique services that allow inmates to post their picture, along with a few brief things about themselves, in order to receive mail from the non-incarcerated. The most immediate trend in their profiles is that nearly all choose to get mail from both men and women. I really doubt that prison makes EVERYONE a bisexual, so I assume it just gets lonely in the bighouse.
The other thing that's VERY alarming to the potential customer is that the sites don't tell you what your potential inmate companion did/is accused of, to get thrown in the pen. What if your loving jailbunnie is in there because she stole her last penpal's kidneys, leaving him unconscious in a bathtub of ice, with hastily sewn up home-surgery wounds? (You don't want to know what the ice is for.)
What irks me is that I find this whole thing ridiculous and would look down on people who would take advantage of a service like this. I have recently resumed my spiritual journey after a two year hiatus. I've been trying to come into manhood, not as a man...but as a great man that loves everyone. Not for religious reasons (my religious beleifs are rather complicated and undefined) but because I think it makes for a better character. Who am I to look down on others when my own street name is "Mista Vice"? It's minor, but still present.
In the end, I guess there are both pros and cons for taking the search for love to the penal system via a third party company. Who's to say that these women aren't caring, loving people who honestly want to set their mistakes behind them? Judge not, lest ye be judged... I guess. But when it comes to my kidneys waking up thoroughly shived with a sharpened plastic toothbrush, I'll play it safe.
"A man always has two reasons for the things he does- a good one and a real one."
-J. Piermont Morgan
7.05.2003
Lately since my best friend Colin is in California, I've been crazy-bored. I hooked up with this guy me and Colin met at a gaming convention, and we're actually pretty similar. We both like Mixed-Martial arts competitions like UFC and Pride, both like games, and both like fast cars. So after trading some of my videogame stuff for his Laserdisc player and a bunch of Laserdiscs, we took off. He has an import I usually don't pay much attention to, but he has a ton of performance parts in it, so it's...VERY fast. Going anywhere with this guy, expect to weave in and out of traffic, sometimes while he's chiefing. I don't smoke myself, but I don't really see the harm in it either.
After racing to Costco where both of us eat like Kings (be-wifebeatered, ranch-dressing type kings), we went to get his oil cooler installed. I met some of his buddies, all of them were Russians who were into cars and racing stuff. One had a sick Kawasaki Ninja that he had modded the body of, the other had a Maxima with an awesome interior. The Kawasaki guy acted like he was stoned, but apparently he didn't smoke weed either. I went into the bookstore while they did their weed thing for an hour, and afterwards we all went to get some Pho.
It's weird cus these guys are 4 years older than me, and in highschool that would make a HUGE difference, and they would automatically not hang out with me. But then I remembered that other than this summerschool shit, I'm 18 and out of highschool, aka, the real world. Where age doesn't matter much, and popularity doesn't make or break you. It feels good.
I feel like I'm ready to live for the first time. I know driving with intoxicated streetracing Russians is dangerous, but I'm 18 and I'm invincible.
I'm sick of possessions and other meaningless stuff that means nothing when you die, except to your greedy relatives. I want to do new things, meet new people, and have unadulterated fun with no additives extravenously injected into my cerebral cortex.
Next week this guy is gonna take me to meet some famous fighters he used to train with, including Maurice Smith (I have been a HUGE fan of his forever, one of my favorite fighters!), Akira Shoji (dunno much about him, but he doesn't speak English so he probably is lonely, and I need someone to practice Japanese with), and possibly Bob Sapp if he's not still in Japan working on his TV show. According to Sherdog, Bob Sapp is 6'3, 350lbs, and I understand he's less than 11 percent bodyfat? He's a BEAST, I'm looking forward to meeting him.
I'll get around to talking about the prison-babe culture (and Japanese stuff) eventually, I swear.
"The greatest joy is to conquer one's enemies, to pursue them, to seize their belongings, to see their families in tears, to ride their horses."
-Genghis Khan
After racing to Costco where both of us eat like Kings (be-wifebeatered, ranch-dressing type kings), we went to get his oil cooler installed. I met some of his buddies, all of them were Russians who were into cars and racing stuff. One had a sick Kawasaki Ninja that he had modded the body of, the other had a Maxima with an awesome interior. The Kawasaki guy acted like he was stoned, but apparently he didn't smoke weed either. I went into the bookstore while they did their weed thing for an hour, and afterwards we all went to get some Pho.
It's weird cus these guys are 4 years older than me, and in highschool that would make a HUGE difference, and they would automatically not hang out with me. But then I remembered that other than this summerschool shit, I'm 18 and out of highschool, aka, the real world. Where age doesn't matter much, and popularity doesn't make or break you. It feels good.
I feel like I'm ready to live for the first time. I know driving with intoxicated streetracing Russians is dangerous, but I'm 18 and I'm invincible.
I'm sick of possessions and other meaningless stuff that means nothing when you die, except to your greedy relatives. I want to do new things, meet new people, and have unadulterated fun with no additives extravenously injected into my cerebral cortex.
Next week this guy is gonna take me to meet some famous fighters he used to train with, including Maurice Smith (I have been a HUGE fan of his forever, one of my favorite fighters!), Akira Shoji (dunno much about him, but he doesn't speak English so he probably is lonely, and I need someone to practice Japanese with), and possibly Bob Sapp if he's not still in Japan working on his TV show. According to Sherdog, Bob Sapp is 6'3, 350lbs, and I understand he's less than 11 percent bodyfat? He's a BEAST, I'm looking forward to meeting him.
I'll get around to talking about the prison-babe culture (and Japanese stuff) eventually, I swear.
"The greatest joy is to conquer one's enemies, to pursue them, to seize their belongings, to see their families in tears, to ride their horses."
-Genghis Khan
