Finishing up
Fin.
That’s what the semester has finally come to – the end. I am waiting patiently for my grades to be completed, but I don’t need my grades to figure out how I feel about the semester as it was.
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Practicing mental indigestion daily
Fin.
That’s what the semester has finally come to – the end. I am waiting patiently for my grades to be completed, but I don’t need my grades to figure out how I feel about the semester as it was.
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Blogging was only a beginning trend the first go around I had. Much like any new toy, I didn’t want to read the instructions, understand how the thing worked, or pay attention to the rules of safety before beginning. I just wanted to play with a new toy and publish any squirt of a thought that came to mind.
I furthered this obsession by attempting to co-opt my entire family into the act, which met with mixed responses. Dad continually sent me e-mails wondering how to secure his site so only the people of his choosing could read his thoughts and I tried, in vain, to explain over and over again that what he wanted was e-mail, the whole point of a blog was public publishing.
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I’ve been content to monitor the beautiful unfolding of Sci-Fi’s Battlestar Galactica series from the comfort of the couch of my own thoughts. After all, RDM and crew (read writers) have done a wonderful job of keeping the series less than predictable and always a step ahead of ridiculous.
But, as the series rockets into the final few hours and episodes, the desire to pontificate has circumscribed my desire for a cozy couch of thoughts as I have started to drink my own punch. The final straw was the mentioning of Daniel, which had the wonderful effect of culling a group-think response to who Daniel must now be.
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I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but all this web technology (webology?) has hardly added up to the ominous level of cool I was promised a long time ago.
I think most of us bought into e-mail, chat, online banking and shopping. Those are great features, but they’ve been around for a long time. YouTube has entertained some of us with a laundry list of shorts in the style of Jackass, but entertainment has been a little lacking since the day Napster died and went to pay service hell.
iTunes music store at least made the idea of paying for music simple and addictive again. But what I liked about Napster was the ability to discover new music.
**So, we were just having a good time
We left for KCI Airport at 4 am with bleary eyes and an ache for sleep; only the hopes of sunny skies and blue Caribbean waters motivating us towards the bliss that is the airport.
When I was about 15 years old, I realized I knew everything. Not from the perspective of “My parents don’t get me”, or “The world operates for silly and ridiculous reasons that I could fix in a heart beat if I cared” typical way, but a true metaphysical understanding of the world and its workings.
I thought myself deep, advanced and skilled in wielding mental wizardry that revealed the fundamental roots to all life and non-life. I could see yen and yang while others could only think to tattoo the symbol somewhere on their bodies hoping to gain its strength through some odd absorbing process.
I wrote a great mass of this wisdom down, often in lyrical poetic form because intelligence, *true* intelligence spoke through artistic forms that related to math such as music, meter and measurements.
Before I drag you too far along, I assure you I’m wrong. This isn’t a post about how I thought I was right but now I’m right. It’s about being wrong in a rather infinite way. Maybe more importantly to me (and I stress *me*) is what do I do with that?
My dad has started to blog on all the various gadgets he’s gotten into and I think I’m going to rob that idea from him.
I’ve inherited my gadget collecting habit from him anyways, so I might as well fess up and admit it.
Gadgets play an interesting role in life as it were. Different people like and dislike certain types of gadgets in their lives, and I think these items are more defining of who we are than we give credit.
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