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Sunday, December 14th, 2008
7:58 am
"The exception that proves the rule" is an interesting phrase. It was originally used in British law in the 17th century to mean that one can infer a general rule from an exception, e.g. "No parking on Sundays" implies parking the rest of the week, hence, the exception proves the rule. But it seems today, when I hear people say it at least, that because there is an exception, the rule is true, e.g. "All shoes are brown." "Here's a black shoe." "That black shoe exception proves that all shoes are brown." This is clearly nonsense. What I find interesting though is that the misunderstanding of this phrase has caused people to conceptually think that this is how the world works, that the counter example PROVES the rule and that this is usually the case (i.e. in order for us to know something for sure there needs to be a counter example). Sapir-Whorf hypothesis strikes again!

Also, on a completely unrelated note, Andrew Jackson, (most of you may know him as old hickory) was a fucking nut job! Aside from the obsession with eradicating the native peoples of this great land the man was absolutely insane. He fucking beat a guy to death with his cane after the guy tried to shoot him in the face and misfired, TWICE! He was in double digit duals, one of which was because this guy basically called hickory's wife a slut cause she left her husband to be with A.J. and so in the dual he told the dude to fire and the bullet went into his chest and then he was like: 'my turn sucka' and shot the dude and killed him. What a fucking whack-o.
Wednesday, December 10th, 2008
8:00 am
The sky is falling!
I don't really understand astrology. How is it that a star's position effects things on earth? Is it gravity? Why do they effect everyone the same way, regardless of temporal/sociocultural milieu? (All of the same sign of course)Why is it that people (especially astronomers) find it so threatening? Does it become a self-fulfilling prophecy by those who believe that it is true and organize their experience in such a way that they project the prediction onto experience? Is this what they mean by astral projection? Do the people who write the astrology columns for newspapers get together so they don't have conflicting predictions? Is this what the Modest Mouse album 'the Moon and Antarctica' is about? Shouldn't astronomy (literally 'star arranging') actually be called astrology, the study of the stars? Is this why astronomy doesn't like astrology?
Tuesday, October 28th, 2008
8:56 pm
Sandy Eggo
I'm going to San Diego in Dec. The 23rd specifically. That's the day after my birthday so hopefully everyone I love will meet me there!!!!!
Saturday, August 30th, 2008
8:17 am
Who saw Blind Melon for free last night? This guy!
Friday, August 15th, 2008
5:33 pm
I love to play music. I also love getting paid to play music. Hopefully for this next show I won't be terrified/petrified and just stand there. I'm gunna rock the fuck out.
Thursday, January 17th, 2008
5:39 pm
I love lindsey.
Wednesday, May 9th, 2007
3:33 pm
Biology, as a discipline, is mired in context. Isolating a 'moral center' in the brain could lead to new developments in neuroscience, but just studying that part of the brain, without the context (here culture), will tell us little of the actuality of morality. There is a complex interaction between the organism and its enviroment; a healthy human is born with a 'moral center,' but that center is developed by the society in which it lives. (I am hesitant to use the word development as it carries conotations of inborn capacity, as in film contains the picture that is waiting to be developed, but oh well)
Tuesday, April 11th, 2006
10:15 pm
Sunday, April 9th, 2006
10:24 pm
Little Creatures
Robyn had a baby girl!!!! 8+ lbs!!!!! I'm smoking a celebratory cigar!!!!!!!! I forgot to take the plastic wrapper off!!!!
Thursday, February 23rd, 2006
8:11 pm
Of whom do I speak?
A true amalgam of characteristic greatness. The finest case ever made for orthogenetic and teleological forces driving cultural evolution. For those ignorant bastards who are unaware of the heuristic endeavor that is this wild beast of untamable destruction, let them rot in their idle stagnant pond of condescension and be culled from memory, verbal/written/ and otherwise. As pontificatory as it seems to quote yourself..."nights with him is like swing dancing with the devil till you break in half and the rays of existence pour forth from the viscera, still pounding with the rythm of life."
Friday, February 3rd, 2006
10:19 am
And how am I the biggot when I'm talking cultural tolerance?

"Anyone who was ever racist or owned slaves is wrong and bad."
"Well cultural milieus need to be taken into account. You can't blame people for doing what they're taught because you do it too."
"No. They're wrong. I'm the pinnicle of cultural enlightenment. No one will look back 200 years from now and call me a savage."
"Slavery and racism is wrong. They should have been able to transcend their mores and see that I'm right."
"Anachronistic ethnocentricity is myopic and still ethnocentrism. Just as you were taught to say it's wrong, they were taught to say it's alright. Neither of you is more right than the other."
"You're a fucking racist!"
"You're defending racists. That makes you one of them."
"Look. You think the enslavement and slaughter of animals is wrong right?"
"So what on earth were you thinking when you were younger and eating animals?"
"I didn't think about it cause it was just what people did."
"Right. And consider yourself lucky that you analyze your life enough to realize that. Most people don't. And all I'm saying is that when you judge people for adhereing to their solcialization no matter what their culture you become the fascist."

The conversation ended there because he was knocked unconsious when he fell from his high horse.
Sunday, January 29th, 2006
7:53 am
The times they are a becoming quite different
Happy birthday Tristen!!!!!! 12!!! Whooooo! double digits. isn't it wierd how digits are numbers and also phelanges? Just goes to show that people like to count on their fingers. Life is a big swooping amorphous blob, the only cohesion being the subtleties that change constantly. Example, you ask? Well I start my new job at People's co-op in a week. I quit smoking. (day 4, cravings less, feels more in the back of my mind than before when it felt like I was under water and a cig was tantamount to coming up for air. Irony works it way into just about everything) New semester at school. And yet, I'm listening to an awesome band no one's ever heard of that I've loved since I was 6 or so.

Current Mood: quixotic
Tuesday, January 24th, 2006
7:05 pm
Dear Subway:
And I quote: "I got a job makin' money for the man, throwin' chicken in a bucket with a soda pop can. Puke (black) uniform on my back, I had to set it on fire in a vat of chicken fat... I AIN'T GONNA WORK FOR NO SOUL SUCKIN JERK I'M GONNA TAKE IT ALL BACK AND I AIN'T SAYIN JACK." Fuck you! I quit! You with your homoginized faceless corporate conglomorate bullshit! Feeding fat fucking philistines their facimiles of food! Feb. 8. Last day. Fuck You!!!!!!!

Current Mood: accomplished
Sunday, January 22nd, 2006
8:19 am
The Greasy Trio, Olivia, Newt & John, are back with their myriad, myopic, meso-american, misadventures! This week: "A Man A Plan A Cananl Panama, 'tis not benal!" in which our heros brave steam liners and cargo ships alike in order to rescue the precious Olambaster Diamond from the evil hands of the Shirapee. Tonight at 8.

Current Mood: anxious
Monday, December 12th, 2005
4:51 pm
I don't want to start any blasphemous rumors...
but Depeche Mode is cheeeeezy. I mean, I love them and all; their lyrics are great and they invented the wheel to better role down the road paved by Eno for synthesizers (spelling?) but seriously, C-H-E-E-S-Y.
Friday, November 11th, 2005
3:59 pm
What would you say if i left this town tomorrow
I guess i would
But know i'd miss the train
I know i would

I'll take a dog's life
Just layin' in the sun
I'll take a dog's life
'cause i don't care for this one

Chasing trains and planes and rain
Where is my rain
Falling down upon a thirsty world
I never want to be the same

Another time i might have fit in alright
But not this time
I guess i'm just too soon
To change my tune

I'll take a dog's life
Just layin' in the sun
I'll take a dog's life
'cause i don't care for this one

Chasing trains and planes and rain
Where is my rain
Falling down upon a thirsty world
I never want to be the same

Friday, November 4th, 2005
3:58 pm
Owed to Odin
Ode to Odin (acadamia)

Without precocity how shall I climb this Valhalla? Love upon loves and heap upon heaps the time spent in quiet study of thine environs offers up a sacrificial synapsis. For the brain is but an oxen, lugging the erudite load up the twisty curves of intellect to drop them on your prodigious doorstep, the dilettante cliff looming. All your endeavors bestowed upon my crook'd back with unrelenting efficacy until aphasia steps in to cure me of your false security. The loose lipped pedagogy from paged ripped facsimiles of now stripped theories I can offer my only litany:
Until death in it's turn decree
My love shall always be

Current Mood: ditzy
Thursday, October 20th, 2005
11:54 pm
eukaryotic creationisms. Hoo-ray isms! Ego blah-isms! just to drown out colloquial-isms for what is proprted is PORT! and tawny dreams of yester-years fancy and syphillitic nightmares hence. Drown ohhhhh penis of eternity! into the swollen cosmic vagina, vasocongesting with the juices of a thouSAND nebulae! until the contractions start and all us slobs are just breeched births of galactic fantasy! Until the last one hangs by his upper lip!!! hanging on the cliffside of a chequer-board kingdom. This delusive unreCLUEsive vast sonambulation! Yet!! until the innards are shared in the merciless feast of the heavens, never shall we folks of eviserated sadness know anything else!

Current Mood: mischievous
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