The time has come to make a choice... For all of you who cannot venture outside of this networking site, I am sorry.
http://electric-zen.blogspot.com/
For years now, I've been maintaining a poor excuse for a blog. That blog exists within the bowels of a popular networking site. I've since decided that social networking websites are anything but social. My blog entries may not have been dire information or a brilliant record of my celebrity lifestyle... but they were mine. Or so I thought...
This popular networking site ( it shall remain nameless but I am certain that you could venture a guess) has been the subject of some speculation among it's users concerning censorship over political keywords, competition and whatnot. Not only does the fact that said company is ruled by the richest media head make me uneasy, but the manipulation tactics of censoring the sharing of knowledge and interests is just plain low. It goes against everything that I stand for, in fact. I still maintain a profile on that website but the blog shall be considered abandoned. My profile on the most commonly referred to networking site shall be used as a simple tool. I will continue to post articles of interest, weasel my way around their filters to share knowledge and interests with those in my circle who have yet to tire of the pressure of these manipulation tactics. But this is mine... This is My fucking space. I will do and say as I please without fear of losing my account, being barred from uploading any more media (for the 26th time with the other site for false copyright infringement violations), having loud obnoxious advertisements suited to best fit my personal information, running in a popularity rat race or having a hour's worth of words thrown out by an unsuspected error. (which in many cases, seems more planned than unsuspected.)
If you have migrated from that long lost blog, then you have a fairly good idea of my character, my ideals and my background. For those people, consider this a kink in the development in my character. (go on and have a little chuckle over that)
So with that... I shall leave you with the first words of my previous blog.
( Wednesday, September 07, 2005)
Panic attack- throttle stuck, engine rev, palms sweat and you speak... Mind racing toward an escape...
What did you say?
I said that this is my first real entry... and I go on to elaborate the purpose of such a blog. This is my poetry, story, ranting, and dream journal of unintelligible ramblings.
With that aside, welcome... welcome to the most honest delusion you will ever have stumbled upon.
One of these days I'll begin a dream journal... My dreams have been very vivid and fucking weird lately.
I was driving through Santa Rosa. CA in one of the tron bikes.... sort of... My color was sea green. (if you ever saw my old skool white wall tire bike, you'd understand the color) I was on my way to Aroma's (coffee shop) ... Instead of finding the coffee shop, the mall was there instead. I walked in. I was looking for friends. I looked toward the center of the big room (full of people)... and there was a wrestling ring. The lights dimmed, and music began. The crowd cheered as a spotlight beamed down from the ceiling and onto the ring... A grotesquely muscular man in a black, spandex pair of underwear stepped to the center of the ring. Two men in birdlike red and yellow masks stepped to each side of him. Wrestle Mania- The musical began. I caught up with friends... oddly, they were all taking this thing seriously... I was laughing my ass off, needless to say. I wanted more of a show. I went to the toy store, got fitted for a bathing an outfit resembling a bathing suit and wrestling boots. I ran out of the store and hopped into the ring where I noticed that my belly had grown to look like a pregnant belly. I poked it. It moved like jello. I laughed. A massive hairy man joined me in the ring...the kind of man that would make any self respecting woman taste vomit. I planted my feet in the manner a sumo wrestler would and said "What song are you going to sing?"... and I woke up.
fucking weird, eh?
sorry, had to share that.... its one for the record.
Sorry, my blog entries have been few and far between lately. I've been showing more enthusiasm posting bulletins than blogs. Meh. Many reasons and no reason all at once...
I'll explain when you're older.
I've been trying to learn french, recently. I'd like to think that I am doing fairly well for doing this on my own. I mean, it has only been a day or two and I already know I am, you are, he is, she is, it is (both in raw words and the contraction due to the vowel at the end of one word and the beginning of the other), some numbers, feminine and masculine a, the, some nouns and a few other things.. Of course, the infamous french "R" is still difficult for me. Sometimes I sound like I am trying to hack up a hairball.
After I feel that I have a descent grasp on french, I will attempt to speak russian. Thats right... I said speak. I can understand a bit. *rolls eyes* Yes, I understood what you said about me (you know who you are)...
If I can grasp french, I can later get a handle on spanish. High school should have given me a better understanding of spanish but when they have a loud, sporty, irish man teaching the class... well, that just sort of defeats the purpose.
Anyway... I have otter pops awaiting me in the freezer... *gasp*
I hate money. I hate spending so much of my time struggling for some paper or coin that could be worth nothing tomorrow. (and most likely will be) I have some sort of part of me that hides money from myself in case it will be needed in the future. Well, I should say I used to do that. I have found myself doing it less and less often.
This system is sick. Wild animals don't struggle so much for food and shelter. Sure, you may argue how primitive their lives are but their basic needs are just the same. Our basic needs are fairly simple as well. But instead of the worry of being eaten, I worry of slowly starving to death and losing my shelter simply because I can't get my paws on this thing you people call money. Yes, we need each other to get along (comfortably, at least) in the human world. Trade is a beautiful thing. But who along the line convinced us that paper was worth anything? Its only worth is that sentimental value we place on it. The federal reserve is not federal and there is no reserve. At least silver has a use. I can't think of anything useful off the top of my head that gold would be used for but you get the picture. But our money isn't backed by silver or gold. Its faith based. Its like that age old "I wish I were the banker in the game of monopoly" and "I wish this money were real" statements. Its only fake money because you (and the person you want to trade with) deam it to be worthless. What would happen if the two of you put some value on that play money? Sure, the banker would have a lot of control... but the real winners of the game... Milton Bradley. Shit, they can print all the pink fifty that they want! Someone... tell me how that is fair? Oh but wait.. get this... they loan out these play bills to governments. Lets say... Bob's Land takes out a loan from Milton Bradley for 100 billion play bills with interest... Bob's Land has to pay back this loan with interest... IN PLAY BILLS. So Bob's Land has to take out more and more loans to cover the interests as well. Well, fuck. But those players of Monopoly who may not even buy the property... Bob's Land decided that they needed to give back some of those bills to help pay for this interest... So... everytime you even complete a job, you are expected to give a great portion of your earnings to cover that interest. Not your schools, your roads, your military. Not your public services, not your safety, not your "Free parking"...just the interest.
The federal reserve is our real life Milton Bradley, people. And they are counting on our nation remaining in debt until bankruptcy. Until then, the federal reserves little minion banks go about buying up property and foreclosing on property in preparation for that bankruptcy. Land will always be worth something. The same cannot be said for the federal reserve note.
And this is for Joe.
Banks not accepting mortgage payments, foreclosing on homes after denying payments.
PA journey. bald eagles and blackhawk helicopters.
This weekend, we went to Pennslyvania. Here is a short list of the things we saw, did and whatnot...
-I saw my first wild bald eagle... I saw it kill some small rodent and take it to the top of a dead pine tree and devour it. I also spent a good 20 minutes less than 15 feet away from another wild eagle.
-The day after that, Mike saw one of these sweep quickly just over the neighborhood's rooftops...
MH-60K Blackhawk
I find it interesting that there is no military base in the area. Just a nuclear power plant off in the distance.
-I remembered why I don't tan. I burn. I burn in a splotchy pattern... no matter what.
-the dog ate a lot of grass.... and got the poops... in his kennel... on the train home.
