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Thoughts so great and small. Nothing to say. So much unsaid. Must coordinate more. Thursday, August 22, 2002 9:44 PM to do __ Walk for an hour or __ At least a 10 mile bike ride __ Buy Car or __ New Bike or __ More School or __ iBook or __ Enslave World __ Find Job __ Find Love __ Find Shells on a beach in the Caribbean Hurrumph. 7:29 PM More from Tulia A Confused Inquiry (need NYTimes acct) Monday, August 19, 2002 4:55 PM Guazzo's links of the day The science paper you always wanted to hand in but were afraid to: Electron Band Structure In Germanium, My Ass The Mr. Bling Starter Kit. Guaranteed to lighten your wallet while brightening your smile. And when your wallet is tapped from spending big at Blings and you just can't afford no Dentist anymore, Muhammad Jameel, Street Dentist extraordinaire, will be glad to help you out. Sunday, August 18, 2002 7:49 PM Give me 20 grand Save Karyn. Don't Save Karyn. Do neither. Friday, August 16, 2002 7:02 PM PB + W "Look Paul, I know I told you I would get you a job, but, there just ain't much call for no blue ox in the War on Iraq. Now stop threaten to stomp me and the wife and move on." - W 4:23 PM Numbers. 100,000,000,000,000 171,000,000 3,000 all need free NYTimes account Thursday, August 15, 2002 3:53 PM Security's failings Homeland Insecurity by Charles C. Mann in The Atlantic. (from Daypop) 3:49 PM Homeland what became of America? I hate the word. I hate it with all my might. It, to me, harkens to motherland or fatherland. It brings to mind police states and dictators. Gulags and executions. When I first heard it I wondered if America was truly dead. In the depths of the cold war our security was "US security" or "to defend America". Now we defend the Homeland. I don't want to defend the Homeland, I want to defend America. America the home of the free. Our soldiers make no oath to defend our borders, they pledge to defend the Constitution. The Constitution to me is what America is. What it stand for and what it protects and who it saves. Everytime I hear Homeland I fear. 1:13 AM Can't sleep The thing I hate about hot muggy nights, nights when you need to be asleep, when you have work in less than 7 hours, nights when you just want to stay up and wait til the rains or breezes come, on these nights the things I hate are the time wasted trying to sleep. I'll spend an hour or two laying in bed in the night, my mind racing and body sweat drenching the sheets, which could be better spent reading, writing or doing arithmetic. Once the time comes that I know I won't sleep, that I put on the headphones and fire up the computer, I can't think no more. It is too hot to think. With my head on the pillow the thoughts race, with the light on my mind looks for the nearest shiny object. New York Underground is that object for the moment. 12:55 AM From the Mind of Hicks "The Man with the Golden Wings" An excellent silent drama, by a friend of a friend. 12:40 AM What is it with District Attorneys? Why can they never, ever admit that they may have been wrong. What are they Gods that do no injustice? In almost every case, that I have heard of, where new evidence, jury tampering, or DNA evidence pops up after a conviction the DAs never even stutter. Straight to their guns: 'I asked if there was a chance, in light of the latest evidence and the court's ruling, that he would consider dropping the charges against Mr. Banks. He replied, "Not in this lifetime." ' Need NYTimes account 12:35 AM The heat. It is very oppressive in Boston. Even at such a late hour. Tuesday, August 13, 2002 11:54 AM Voyages across the cosmos 25 years since the launch of Voyagers 1 and 2. It is one of my biggest wishes to be able to work on a project of such grandeur and scope. Voyagers Reap a Bounty of Discovery and Beauty with an interactive feature. JPL's Voyager page. Monday, August 12, 2002 11:14 PM Cars + Long Island = Sickness I want a new car. I can't afford a new car so I want a used car. All the used cars I have seen in my meager price range are POS. I really don't need a car. I do need a new bike and I would love an i-Book. Therefore I really shouldn't buy a car. I should buy those things I need. I should save for the future. Hell I own 2 POS I should just fix one up. Fix one up and drive it away. BUT I want a new car. I am a carrier of the Long Island car bug. Saturday, August 10, 2002 9:15 PM 5 years. I stayed in Boston that weekend. I needed time to myself, away from the family. Away from the troubles. I got drunk with friends the night before. We played truth and dare. We played cards. An ex was there, and a girl who I was interested in. I got drunk and had fun. It wasn't the best night out ever but it let me relax and let off some steam. I didn't go home that night. We were just going to make a quick stop at my house so that I could get some things. It was late morning. I checked my phone messages. My Aunt Liz had left 3 messages for me. They were the phone calls you never want to get. I got on the next train. The damn train stopped just minutes away from my stop. It just sat there. Taking time away from me. I blew up at a conductor. I yelled and screamed and made a complete mess. Still the train sat there. I missed my ferry. With that I missed a lot more. Tara, my cousin, and her kids were their to pick me up almost an hour late. I was calmer now. I was back on my way and I had family. I played with the kids, we kidded around, and then we dropped them off at their father's parents. Tara drove me on towards my home. My sister Kelly was in the den. I remember everything about that room at that moment. My sister on the couch. Her boyfriend at the time holding her. The junk in the corner and the ripped up carpet, that was never to be replaced. I consciously knew. I saw. I went straight through the house. I walked past the relatives that were there and straight to my parents room. It was only then that I stopped and put everything down. It was only then that they were able to catch up with me. Aunt Bonnie told me. I ran out of the house and back into the car, Tara following me in, I drove from the house, I drove. "He's dead. He died an hour ago." I couldn't speak anymore. At the hospital I was able to see him. I kissed him goodbye one last time, then went to comfort my mother. I still miss you Dad. Thursday, August 08, 2002 10:34 PM 2 things at work. Two things at work that brought back the stupidity of my being there. A) Pharmacy Technician Certification Board. Starting in December, all techs must be certified. The company will pay for the classes and the test. I got to look at some of the prep material today. The first three chapters: 1) Whole Numbers. 2) Fractions. 3) Decimals. Welcome back to grade school. I was flabbergasted. Who the FUCK does not know what a decimal is. Whole numbers, Christ, why did I even take all those years of Calculus if all I needed was whole numbers. I joked that maybe they would sneak in imaginary numbers to throw people off. One of the pharmacists had no idea what I was talking about. I need a real job. These 3 chapters took 40 pages. The rest of the chapter titles (15 in all) don't get any better. B) Prof. Mort Isaacson came to the Pharmacy to pick up some scripts. He taught AM310. I took the damn class twice. If it were just a lab class I would have done fine but it was this witches brew of theory and practice, of expected results and experimental outcomes, and how your equipment fucked it all up. The equipment always fucked things up. I aced the lab portion but the lecture always left me baffled. IMHO the lab and lectures were in actuality 2 different classes that should have been taught seperately. This concoction made it the one class that would make or break your education. It didn't break me, but it came close. Prof Isaacson probably doesn't remember me (I never really went out of my way to be noticed) but I ran and hid so that he wouldn't see me. I was ashamed that he would see me and go, "so Michael I see your education is working so well for you," or something more Mort-like. I was ashamed that a former teacher, that I never got along with, would think that I was wasting my life away. If it was Prof. Grace or Prof. Wroblewski I would probably have committed suicide. Fuck. I need to change things now. 9:10 PM Breast Milk Terror! Kuby said, "I'm all for random searches . . . but I do think the number of Caucasian, lactating mothers who have passed through al Qaeda training camps is negligible." from NextDraft 3:49 PM More from Tulia The more I read about this the more upset I become. Railroaded in Texas. Village Voice article. Gives you the background. I am of the opinion that Tom Coleman will rot in hell. 12:08 PM Whats that smell? Its a smelly smell. "Neighbors said Monday that the couple was reclusive and odd...the 51-year-old Hargis woman apparently was giving her 54-year-old husband's body baths and was sleeping next to his body each night, Mosley said.....as she talked with investigators after her husband's body was found, Mrs. Foreman rambled about aliens being in the house and near her husband's body, detectives said." Ah the the Deep South. thanks to DayPop Tuesday, August 06, 2002 6:29 PM Hiroshima 57 years ago this day, the nuclear age started. A new horror let loose. Monday, August 05, 2002 7:46 PM pedigrees New blogtoy. Find out who inspired your favorite blogs. Find out who else lists your favorite blogs as parents. Who influenced you to become a blogger and have you influenced anyone else? Find out at Blogtree. Sunday, August 04, 2002 1:43 PM Another nice short vacation. Thursday to today. Another little break from it all. Saw the Area 2 festival on Friday at Jones beach. Great show. Was in the PS2 tent for DJ Tiesto and John Digweed. Saw Busta, Bowie and Moby on the main stage. Busta just did not have the vibe going for him. There were just about 3,000 (out of 16,000) people on hand for his show. I walked away and saw Digweed instead. Great DJ, really got me hopping, and I tend to shy away from dancing these days. Bowie was awesome. That is all I will say. Moby was damn good. Especially the little hair band bits between songs. The T-shirts were a tad overpriced and not that good, so this was the first show in a while where I didn't buy one. On my way back to Boston and work. No more vacations for a bit. Just work.

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