Thursday, December 1, 2011


I want to write something grand. Something so beautiful that it makes people feel like they have to share it. I want to write something so profound and salient that the reader will be left with the conclusion that it couldn't be any other way. I want to write something that captures the most basic elements of the human condition. I want to speak to the saints and the douche-bags. I want to take prisoners in their cells to the same place as happy mothers of three. To the very core of their existence. I want to write something so universal that it makes people stop what they're doing. I want them to think for just a moment. We're all people doing the same things, chasing the same feelings. We're all deities. God's of the little worlds around us. I haven't yet, but there is a lot to be learned before that's possible. I could spend the rest of my life just trying to understand the things close to me as I write this. The world is so beautiful, so complex and so familiar. I wish we could spend less time killing each other. Less time scheming against one another and less time hurting each other. I worry that it's natural for humans to kill each other. It doesn't have to be that way. I know it could be better, but I don't know how to change it, not yet. Can we re-program ourselves? Is it all psychological? So many people live free from significant physical suffering, but they still cry. They suffer, but from what? I'm one of them, I live almost free of physical hardship. I'm a joke, blessed with excess and plagued by my own sentience. That must be the human condition, the universal truth, it's a tragedy.

Tragedy: A form of art based on human suffering that offers its audience pleasure

Corrade: To wear or crumble away through abrasion

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

My Favorite Place on the Internet SF bay area is probably my favorite place on the entire web. The website has been almost the same since I discovered it years ago. There is nothing fancy, no flash, pictures, banners or anything. . That's part of the beauty of the site, its just so simple. Text and people looking for others with common interests. I have used Craigslist numerous times before to buy and sell various items. Things are almost always available for far below the market price on Craigslist and they even have a free section if your not willing to pay anything. If you're not concerned with buying and selling goods though don't worry. Craigslist is well known for its other services. There is a community section if you're trying to promote something or organize events, and there is always my favorite, the personals section. Some of the weirdest posts show up in that section. There are platonic channels, men for men channels women for men and just every other combination of sexes. Of all of the sections in the personals though missed connections is my absolute favorite. The missed connections section exists for individuals to leave posts addressing someone they were unable or too scared to approach. Often the missed connections section reads something like "Dear beautiful girl with red hair on the subway with a soft slender figure, I wished our eyes could have met as your train passed...". Most of the time people leave anonymous posts. My friends and I have found some real gems browsing them on a boring afternoon. My girlfriend receives all kinds of missed connections posts expressing creepy amounts of affection for her. Sometimes I get an honorable mention as the lucky boy dating the girl of their dreams. It's kind of creepy, but at least it gives me something to browse when it's cold outside and I don't have any homework.

Good times included in the link below

Orthogonal: Intersecting or lying at right angles; statistically independent

Myopic: Unable to see distant objects clearly, nearsighted

Thursday, November 24, 2011


Every year since I left home I always travel back for Thanksgiving and Christmas. This year I have been so busy I almost forgot that I was supposed to get on a train to go home. Fortunately I made it just in time to the train station on Tuesday. It's always nice to see everyone at home. My family hasn't changed much except for my younger sister. Suddenly she's eighteen, a freshmen in college, and we can carry on a decent conversation. We were actually able to go play pool together at the local pool hall and catch up over a couple of close games. Seeing her grow up is a pleasant change. I think it's going to make it more rewarding to spend time together as family. I was also able to visit my best friends from back home. It's so nice to spend time with the guys I grew up with. We hardly talk except for when we come back home for the holidays. When we get together we always summarize the last six months of our lives over a few beers, give each other a hug, then go home. I never get to stay home long enough to hang out with them more than once. Hopefully when I'm finished with school I'll be able to make more time to visit everyone back home. I really miss everyone here and I think they miss me as well. When I'm home I also make sure to spend some time with my dog Max. We always go for walks together at night to catch up. He doesn't say much, but that's alright with me.

Sycophant: A servile flatterer, especially of those in authority or influence

Moribund: On the point of dying

Friday, November 18, 2011


Today I have decided to write about my favorite video games ever made for the PC, Fallout 3. The eerie post nuclear apocalyptic world of Washington D.C. is a place on travel list. Fortunately for me Fallout 3 provides a virtual vacation to this very spot. Starting out as a survivor of a nuclear holocaust with little more than a handgun a map and a set of character traits you find yourself stranded in a radioactive wasteland. You know nothing of the world around you, but you will learn fast. Scavenging everything you can to survive. Along the way they are weapons and resources to be found. You will need these to live in this world. Everywhere in the wasteland, mutated, dangerous radioactive creatures are waiting to slaughter you. Even the cockroaches which are the most benign of all the creatures in this game are a third the size of a human. Left with only a few clues as to how to find your father who left you behind and a gun with a few bullets, you make your way out into the unknown. Soon you will find others in similar peril scattered throughout the wastes in small clusters struggling to survive. This world is a give and take place. In the pursuit of your father you will meet many characters along the way. Some you may help in exchange for what they have, or you might trade for what they need. Others may try to rob you or even kill you. Some will even pretend to be your friend only to stab you in the back when they have the chance. Fallout 3 provides a grim but hopeful prospect for humanity after the nuclear apocalypse of world war three. The human will to survive persists in small desperate settlements scattered throughout the wastes. Whole cites stand empty, as ghosts of human civilization. These buildings serve as tombstones for the residents which were trapped in them years ago when the bombs fell. Desperation pits all against all in the wastes as you battle mutant monsters and villains while navigating treacherous and crumbling D.C. Creating alliances with some factions and declaring war on others as you chase the only person who knows why you're here.

Surreptitious: marked by quiet, caution and secrecy; taking pains to avoid being observed. 

Perfidious: tending to betray

Thursday, November 10, 2011

A Few Blocks

Two nights ago I went to go pay a surprise visit to my girlfriend who lives several blocks away. I was there to surprise her because she enjoys that sort of thing. Of course when I arrived at her house to surprise her she wasn't there. That was alright though and I was actually half expecting her not to be home but the effort was well worth it. However when I started walking back home I decided to take a different route that was out of my way and longer than the usual way home. I was walking down a street that I've never actually traveled on before. The houses there were actually quite beautiful and that street seemed almost as if it were part of a neighborhood separate from the rest of downtown. The houses were well kept with decorative lamps set in pairs on the walkway of every home. Small patches of grass were present as if to say ya, this is the American dream, but there were no big lawns. The colors of the houses were nice neutral colors, muted in tone with matching trim. Such a respectable little enclave was hidden under old trees so tall and broad they swallowed every street lamp and extinguished the light from them with their broad leaves. When I walked to the end of the street I found a lonely concrete island in the middle of the intersection. I walked out to the island and looked back down the street. I realized that I only live three blocks from where I was standing. I'm so boring and unadventurous that it's taken me a couple years to find a place only a couple blocks away. There must be lots of interesting stuff close by, I've just never really taken the time to look. School, work, girlfriend and sleep in that order. That's been my life, but maybe there are other things close by. It's probably worth the time to at least take a look.

Prevaricate: To be deliberately ambiguous or unclear in order to mislead or withhold information.

Evocative: Serving to bring to mind.

Fall is Here

Finally San Jose has cooled off. We've made it through summer which means I can breathe again in this third story apartment. I don't sweat in my sleep anymore and I can close my windows. That means I don't have to fall asleep to the freeway lullaby playing a block away from my house. That loud and constant song of whooshing cars and car horns blasting at 80 miles an hour, it's so soothing. Now I get to close myself in the house and sip a cup of black tea. No milk, no honey, the tea is excellent on its own. A nice balance of earthy tannins and sweet fruity flavors. Valley of the hearts delight is what Tori calls it. The newest blend her and her mother put together at my favorite tea shop. I spend a lot of time at my computer reading when it gets colder out. Its only a matter of time until my vision fades if I keep this sort of thing up. I should probably start printing articles I read. It would be better than staring at a screen for hours on end.

Since it's fall and the weather is cooling off that means all the trees are once again shedding their leaves. This means that the piles of yard waste that line the streets every season will reappear. These piles of leaves and other organic refuse have been one of my mortal enemies since I moved here. They consume parking spaces and bike lanes throughout the city. They lie in wait behind cars and around corners on dark nights waiting to get a hold of unsuspecting tires. They do not discriminate between bikes or cars as they are simply trying to ruin unsuspecting individuals. The worst part about these organic tumors is the fact that they must be collected. They are collected by the loudest most awful machine that roams the San Jose streets. The bright green tractor that collects these piles only operates in the wee hours of the morning as I sleep. It only operates at a decibel level equivalent to a jet engine and I'm pretty sure it operates below my balcony four out of five weekday mornings. This green tractor exists to disrupt my last and most precious hours of sleep every week throughout the Fall season.

Ziggurat: An ancient Mesopotamian temple tower consisting of a lofty pyramidal structure built in    
     successive stages with outside staircases and a shrine at the top.

Algorithm: A procedure for solving a mathematical problem in a finite number of steps that frequently
     involves repetition of an operation; broadly: a step-by-step procedure for solving a problem or
     accomplishing some end especially by a computer.

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Lucid Dreams

I have come to the conclusion that I would be a much happier person if I developed the ability to have lucid dreams at will. Lucid dreaming is when the dreamer becomes aware that they are dreaming and is then able to exert some level of conscious control in the dream. Maybe I've been inspired by the movie inception, but it has a been a desire of mine since before the movie came out. Until now I never actively pursued the idea, but now I think that it could be something of great recreational value. There are many constraints on my time that prevent me from engaging in leisure activities. Fortunately if I am able to take control of my dreams a whole new world might become available to me. Perhaps I might even be able to lose my ability to perceive time in my dreams and spend years of leisure in bed each night. Truly lucid dreams could provide the most exceptional form of entertainment. Since nothing in a dream is real and nobody can see my dreams there are almost no constraints on what dreams can include. I could create worlds on a whim, defy the laws of physics and throw the societal constraints I adhere to out the window. I would be able to enjoy an open sandbox for the mind where anything I willed was possible.

Profligate: Recklessly extravagant or wasteful in the use of resources

Interlocutor: One who takes part in a conversation or oral discussion