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It was a beautiful gray day.

A gray day. Not a light blue day, or even a deep azure day. But it was a beautiful gray sky when I exited the door to my patio and squinted outwards at the gray sky which winked at me with a mischievious grin. Across from my apartment into the next building an elderly woman was staring intently off into space, and then I realized it was a small hummingbird, feeding on orange birds of paradises. It moved with a rhythmic precision.

I’m a February person. Perhaps because my western-zodiac sign is the water-bearing aquarius, but I prefer light winters over summers, springs, and the dreadful fall. Perhaps I should reiterate that I prefer California dark cold days over Canadian winters. Nothing under fourty degrees, please.

I looked forward to spending the day lightly chilly, taking a shower with the hot water oozing into me, but I had to rush to work. I grilled some steak, heated up some rice and eggs, and that was my lunch. I hopped in the car here I am.

Here. I. Am.

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This weekend.

This weekend was spent with my significant other (girlfriend).

It was physically exhausting.

It was heartwarming.

It was fun.

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So when I was over at my parents home, my mom commented that my shirt was nice.

“Thanks mom. It was only 3 bucks.”

“What?? 3 bucks?? why??”

“I got it at a thrift store.”

“Why? are you poor? Did you lose your job? Do you need money?”

“No mom, it’s like fashionable to shop at a thrift store.”

“Oh. Really?”

My mom paused for a moment, and her eyes lit up.

“That’s a good idea! You can save the money!”

My mom always says you can save the money, not you can save money.

“Yeah mom, it’s great.”

She was still mumblnig about how cool that was.

My grandfather who wasn’t really paying attention said, “Yeah, college students sometimes need to go to thrift store to save money when you have no money.

Me and my mom looked at him like, huh, because we were remarking on how fashionable it was, not how poor i was.

a couple of days ago i was home, and my grandfather (from my mom’s side) was over. I really like my grandfather. He is articulate, speaks many languages, has a good heart, is a pimp at heart and knows how to dress, is extremely funny when drunk, and is knowledgeble about politics so i can converse with him about the latest argentinian political shortcomings.

anyway, i asked my mother if i could have a new comforter and pillow.

she said, “why do you need a new pillow, i thought you had one.”

i said, “i just want one.”

“but you already have one, why do you want a new one. is your old one old?”

“no, i really like my current pillow.”

“then why do you want another one?”

my grandfather interruped my mother with an exasperated oh-my-god-you-are-so-dense look and said, “stop questioning him, it’s obvious!”

my mom was still clueless.

my grandfather added with an even more exasperated but utterly patient tone, “for when he has women over!”

“ahhhhhhhhh.”

we all laughed.

while i was heavily introxicated: thoughts



imagine two primitive tribes that are across this great river that is impossibe to cross, and the sound of the rapids make it impossible to talk across it, and a fog (from the mist of the rapids) covers the river so it’s impossible to look across it.

in any case, one day, a long pole mysteriously floats over the river. it’s length is just enought to cover the distance of the river. if you poke it from one end, it shifts slightly and goes back into position. One day, two geniuses from the tribes just happened to both study the ends of this mysterious long pole. one of them pokes the end of the pole. it just so happens that they both knew morse code, and they started communicating across thie great river and as a result, both tribes profited from a sharing of information.

lets take this concept and move it into the future, from terminator to terminator 2 style. one day a big pole, which is 10 light years long appears in one section of the galaxy. it just so happens that the pole is almost infinitely light, and infinitely strong, so there is no compression or bending from the sheer magnitude of this thing. it just so happens that one alien ship happens to explore one end of the pole while Nasa engineers find the other end.

An Astronaut decides to poke the end of the pole. The super intelligent aliens decodes the information and soon communication takes place between the two civiliations.

But the distance is 10 light years apart. Is it possible to send information faster than the speed of light?

If it’s possible to send information 10 light years apart, it is definately possible to send matter encoded as information, making instant teleportation possible. Again, light travel…

How the Internet has transformed the underworld

We all hear about the advances of technology in recent years helping to expand communication and bring the world closer together like a cingular wireless commercial. email, instant messaging, blogs, websites– they all help.

You rarely hear about how the internet has transformed the underground world. just as terrorists now make threats via encrypted email, and transfer information via encoded pictures broadcasted on public sites such as ebay, it has transformed the domestic environment of people living in the US. in particular, you no longer need to have connections with the guy standing on main and alverado street to obtain official-looking documents. you no longer need to be in the netherlands to buy some special marijuana seeds. you no longer need to hook up with the guy wearing psychedlic shirts and a trippy monogram of lucy in the sky with diamonds emblazoned on his shirt to get hooked up with a shroom growing kit.

The quality of fake-id sites are generally lower than expected, and many of these sites are scams. But travel one step lower, to sites catering to the people who you pay a couple of benjamines to, and you see that they offer the finest teslin paper (which mimics the paper found in ID card), premade hologram pouches, advice on gold and silver ink printers such as the Alps and different ingredients and techniques for generating holograms, lamination machines, and complete magnetic strip encoder machines, as well as hacked information on what to encode in the magstripe, as well as barcode generators that will produce consistant information.

The sites selling marijuana seeds have (according to unbiased reports) have excellent security and encryption and easy to use websites that are informative and witty. They rival big name sites such as Yahoo in terms of ease of use. They have a quick turn-around time as well as legal information. They discretely ship all seeds and boast nobody has ever been prosecuted for owning cannibus seeds. One site in particular, offers large discounts to people based in New York to help cope with post 9/11 stress. I like the reasoning. Blaze and forget about the toxic chemicals in the air. Buy american drugs, not foreign drugs that can finance those fuckin’ terrorists.

Thought Exercise

The room was dimly lit, illuminated by shimmering whispers of lights emanating from the candles, which flickered gently to an almost hypnotic rhythm. There were faint murmers from the air ducts as the thermostat worked gallantly to maintain the seventy and four degrees that was programmed almost randomly in frustration from the technologically inept.

The room had four identical walls, emblazoned with patterns that did not suggest anything and certainly the patterns did not want to suggest anything. The freshly waxed wooden floor that was always present in examples of custom and very expensively designed celebrity homes with a modernist, minimalistic bent, covered everything else save for the ceiling, which was a very normal, a very John-Q off-white. There were no discrepencies except the long expanse of textured paint.

In the middle of the shiny floor, from which many shadows emerged, was a black obsidian cube the size of a small kitchen table. From the well polished sides, reflections from the many candles flickered gently on the surface. On top of the table was an extraordinarty well manufactured crystal vase that was a perfect cone shape, and engraved were many delicate roses.

Inside the crystal vase, swimming in a pool of light blue water a beautiful rose, with a pungent shade of red, the stems and leaves seemingly shining green. It lay silently in the crystal vase, swaying back and forth within randomness, the leaves and petals of the rose fluttering ever so slightly as gentle breezes pushed it here and there.

It was a beautiful sight.

WE WERE SUPPOSED to go to a $5 party (entitled “$5 funk”) tonight– that is me, james, kim, and whoever, but kim was too tired from yesturday. and james wasn’t buying my attempts to guilt trip him into going with me.

Yesturday we all went to tecknoclub. the place was packed. packed like a fresh packed box of cigarettes– you know when you try to pull one out and the rest kind of follows? well, it was like that. one long orgy of beats lasting for ages, punctuated by loud silence when they switched DJ’s. Richard Humpty Vission, the DJ on Power 106, and a pretty good remixer, spun a pretty good set. Of course, most of his songs were from his CD’s, just like how he did 2 years ago and a year a half ago, but his mixing skills in it of itself is pretty good and he got the crowd fawning and worshipping the holy duality of technics 1200′s. i was walking from place to place dancing and more dancing with my already sore legs. i should mention that from 4 to 7:30 i was playing basketball with my company. my team won all three games, and i was regretting not going out and exercising much. it was extremely competetive, and i didn’t really have good shoes, so by the time i got to tecknoclub, i was pretty much already tired.

In any case, today i was planning to go to the $5 party to meet up with some poppers from www.shaddupanddance.com, but i was feeling drained and tired and depressed so i decided to go with james to eat some sushi at shozo’s dad’s place.

our little section of the bar had a couple of intoxicated adults ranging in age of 27 to 52, and by the time we left the sushi bar, i felt like i knew all of them. the man sitting next to me was a lawyer who got his degree from dartmoth. he dropped out of cal poly pomona in ’69, joined the marines, did a lot of acid, went to school for 12 years. he was an extremely sardonic man with a penchant for making smart jokes. the woman next to him was his best friend’s wife, and he was treating her out for dinner while her husband was out of town. the man next to the woman was a 27 year old graduate of Texas Tech, who majored in Electrical Engineering and is now working for a robot firm, where he designs robotic arms.

I was discretely listening to the 52 year old man talk about his relationship problems and i was amazed how familiar it sounded. He must have had read my mind because he turned to me and said in a drunkn drawl, “Hey buddy… let me tell you something about life and relationships. It’s all the same. Every single time. It gets repetitious. But buddy, just enjoy it. You got a lot of years ahead you buddy.”

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