Science is Hard so You Should Buy a Coke

This is how you can tell that I want to think less.
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Life

So I haven't posted in a while and I haven't been able to see a lot of my friends in a while, I apologize for that. So just a few things that are going on in my life. I got a job for a friend of my moms, it is working for a company called Discount Sanitation taking calls from angry customers and signing up new ones. I started school, like most people, last Wednesday and am taking Philosophy 101, Math 092 (the teacher didn't show up the first day of class), Sociology 101, and Anthropology 112. The last thing is Ruth comes out in 3 days. Looking back on this I didn't really have a whole lot to tell people so if you want to disregard this post and ask me all of these questions next time we see each other that would be fine.

Dropping Knowledge

On September 9, 2006, 112 of the world's most compelling thinkers, artists, writers, scientists, social entrepreneurs, philosophers and humanitarians from around the world will come together in Berlin, Germany, as guests of dropping knowledge.

Seated around an Olympic-sized round-table in historic Bebelplatz square, these inspiring individuals, renowned for their lasting creative or social contribution, will engage with 100 questions out of the thousands donated to dropping knowledge by the international public.

Using dropping knowledge's question-rating system, the public identified 500 questions as those most likely to initate open dialog on a social topic of most relevance to them. This group of questions will yield the final 100 Questions — representing a truly global sampling of cultures, themes and ideas — to be asked at the Table of Free Voices and beyond.

Myspace Bulletin

Usually I hate these but this myspace bulletin isn't half bad and I would agree with most of it.

FROM A GUYS POINT OF VIEW

We don't care if you're friends with other guys.

But when you're sitting next to us, and some random guy walks into the room and you jump up and tackle him, without even introducing us, yeah, it pisses us off.

It doesn't help if you sit there and talk to him for ten minutes without even acknowledging the fact that we're still there.

We don't care if a guy calls you, but at 2 in the morning we do get a little concerned. Nothing is that important at 2 a.m. that it can't wait till the morning.
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Also, when we tell you you're pretty/ beautiful/ gorgeous/ cute/ stunning, we freaking mean it.

Don't tell us we're wrong.

We'll stop trying to convince you.

The sexiest thing about a girl is confidence.
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Don't be mad when we hold the door open.
Take Advantage of the mood im in.

LET US PAY FOR YOU!

DON'T "FEEL BAD"

We enjoy doing it (Paying for you).

It's expected.

Smile and say "thank you."
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You don't have to get dressed up for us.

If we're going out with you in the first place, you don't have to feel the need to wear the shortest skirt you have or put on every kind of makeup you own.

We like you for WHO you are and not WHAT you are.


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Don't take everything we say seriously.

Sarcasm is a beautiful thing. See the beauty in it.

Don't get angry easily.
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Stop using magazines/media as your Bible. (the bible is WAY better)

***Don't talk about how hott Morris Chesnutt, Brad Pitt, or Jesse McCartny is in front of us.

***It's boring, and we don't care.
You have girlfriends for that.
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Whatever happened to the word "handsome"/"beautiful"

I'd be utterly stunned by a girl who greeted me with "Hey
handsome!" instead of "Hey baby/ stud/ cutie/ sexy" or whatever else you can think of.

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Girls, I cannot stress this enough:
IF YOU AREN'T BEING TREATED RIGHT BY A GUY, DON'T WAIT FOR HIM TO CHANGE. DITCH HIS STUPID ASS, AND FIND SOMEONE WHO WILL TREAT YOU WITH UTTER RESPECT


Someone who will honor your morals.

Someone who will make you smile when you're at your lowest.

Someone who will care for you even when you make mistakes.

Someone who will love you, no matter how bad you make them feel.

Someone who will stop what theyre doing just to look you in the
eyes....and say "i love you" ...



....AND ACTUALLY MEAN IT!

Give the nice guys a chance!!!!!!

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if a guy likes you.. dont tell him wait for me.. tell him how it is

the worst thing to feel is the girl u love telling u to wait.. then they never like u.. it breaks your heart

The Man

In the twilight of the morning he was born, a little baby boy full of possibilities. It was in this same twilight that the life that he would lead was mapped and crafted by an unknown and unseen deity. The boy grew and learned, he found a hunger and a desire to know more, one that would follow him his whole life. As the boy grew his parents took him to church, the church taught the boy about a god that would punish him if he didn't act just as they did and when the boy would ask questions the people at the church would ignore him and teach the propaganda that they would prop up as truth. The boy began to hate the days that he would be made to go to church and more then that the boy began to hate god.

Soon the boy grew and became adolescent and stopped going to church. He also started to hang out with other groups who enjoyed learning and finding out what and why others believed the way that they do. These people didn't say that there was only one way to go about finding spirituality but that everyone had to find their own way of spirituality. He not only started to look at his spiritual life but the boy kept learning, acquiring anything that he could get his hands on. At this point in his life he also met a girl who caught and kept his attention just as much as any book and the boy soon learned the joys that can be found in the opposite sex. The two of them made plans to be together forever, to grow old and die in each others arms.

One of the plans that the two made together was to go to college together and learn about the world together, but soon it became apparent that she could no longer hold on to this position in the boys life and if she did the pressure would soon become to great and would lead to a greater tragedy then was already being portrayed in the relationship as it was. The boy was heart broken by this news and fell into a deep depression. The boy turned to anything in his reach, which more often then not was a bottle of Jack Daniel's. It was also at this time that he met Tim, Tim was a heavy drinker and could curse anyone under the table. He looked at Tim like he was hero and they became the best of friends. The two of them would laugh and at time cry in each others arms and soon the boy bounced back and became even more obsessed with knowledge to the point that it was running through his veins like blood.

The boy graduated with a degree in science and grew in stature and knowledge to the point that he could no longer be called a boy any longer but could be called nothing but a man. Him and Tim were still best of friend and he found another girl after college and had a family, a boy and a girl. One day the man took his family out to the store and while he was pumping gas he sent his wife into get some drink for them and the kids. It was clear and silent in that moment almost like the gods knew that something epic was about to happen and were holding there breath in wait for what ever it was going to be, and they wouldn't have to wait long to find out. The only thing that broke the silence to let you know something was wrong was the screeching from the tiers as the man drove around the corner of the gas station running from the police. The man hadn't even turned around and some how he already knew what had happened, he played it in his mind a thousand times before he lifted his head just in time to see his wife breath her last breath. In that moment it didn't matter who had done it, it didn't matter why they didn't, the only thing that mattered was that the man was there standing over his wife with two kids reduced to the boy that he was only a few years before.

It wasn't long before Tim was there to comfort his friend and morn the lose of his wife. Soon the funeral came and left with little lasting effects. Soon a routine came in to there life, get up, get the kids to school, go to work, pick the kids up, feed the kids, put them to bed, get drunk, go to bed and repeat. Tim watched as his friend waisted away, Time knew that he had to do something even if it was only for one night he had to do something. So Tim decided to go camping, he arranged to drop the kids off at their grandparents and went and bought a cooler full of alcohol and they were off to the great mountains of Nevada. It wasn't long before they had the fire going, it wasn't long before they got the conversation going and of course it wasn't the before they got the alcohol going. The sun had set before they started to talk about anything seriously. The man never wanted to learn what he would learn in the next minute or so but his life was already coursed and plotted.

Tim: Can I ask you a question?

Man: Tim how long have we known each other, you know with enough alcohol you can ask me anything (says as he take a large drink).

Tim: What were you think in those first few moments after your wifes death?

Man: (takes another big drink) I can remember everything about that moment, the smell of gas, the man next to me pumping gas into his big truck that screams “I have a small dick” and I can remember thinking simply...not now

Tim: Not now?

Man: Yeah!

Tim: Why were you thinking “not now”? Did you know that something like that was going to happen?

Man: Yeah I did. There has never been anything in my life that god has let me keep, as a child he took my innocence, in college he took away the love of my life it was only a matter of time before a prick like that would take away something else in my life.

Tim: So you believe that there's a God out there?

Man: Yep. I can't explain all of this without him, but you know that saying absolute power corrupts absolutely?

Tim: (nods his head yes)

Man: Well that's god!

Tim: Really...you think so?

Man: (stumbles as the alcohol becomes noticeable in his steps) Oh yeah...number one flucker god is.

Tim: (sits back in chair trying to get more out of the buzz) You know there are a lot of people who think that God is a merciful person.

Man: Their all fools. (stumbles to a tree to pee)

Tim: You know I follow God.

Man: (stops peeing and walks back with out zipping up) What was that? It sounded like you said you were a Christian?

Tim: I wouldn't say Christian but I do follow God and Jesus and all of that.

Man: Your an ass. Don't joke like that.

Tim: I'm not.

Man: You can't be, you curse, you drink.

Tim: So?

Man: (starts to walk to the car and gets about half way there and throws up)

Tim: Are you ok? (gets up and turn around to help)

Man: Don't talk to me. (walks off into the woods)

Tim would go after him that night and talk to him more about what it was that he believed in, it took and few more conversations like that before the man started to come to church with Tim, and soon after the kids started to come as well. As the man started to walk in God a weird thing started to happen, none of his problems went away, in fact they get much worse but for some reason it was ok. Another thing that happened was the man started to get the desire to learn again, a feeling the he hadn't felt since he lost his wife. Ten years later Tim would die from a heart attack at the age of forty five and the man was heart broken, but in this death God showed him everything that He had done through out the mans life.

It was a short twenty years latter and the man was about to die. He looked back on his life and brought his kids into his room to give them some last words of wisdom from all of the knowledge that he had gained over the years. It was this time that he would draw his last breath because it was this moment that was chosen for him from the time that he was born, there was never going to be a better time then this. The room was dark, what you would expect to be the setting of a death, there were machines pumping, and screens beeping. There was the smell of urine in the air and blood on the floor, the nurse was outside smoking. With a hug and a kiss he whispered this into his sons ear with almost poetic poise

"He lived his whole life learning only to reach the end of his life and realize that for all that he had learned he had learned nothing"

and it is in that realization that the man became complete and slipped into a peaceful rest.

DAVE MATTHEWS BAND - Grey Street

Oh look at how she listens

She says nothing of what she thinks
She just goes stumbling through her memories
Staring out on to Grey Street.
She thinks, "Hey, how did I come to this?"
I dream myself a thousand times around the world
But I can't get out of this place.
There's an emptiness inside her
And she'll do anything to fill it in
But all the colors mix together - to grey
And it breaks her heart
How she wishes it was different
She prays to God most every night
And though she swears it doesn't listen
There's still a hope in her it might
She says "I pray But they fall on deaf ears,
am I supposed to take it on myself?
To get out of this place? "
There's lonliness inside her
And she'll do anything to fill it in
And though it's red blood bleeding from her now
It feels like cold blue ice in her heart
When all the colors mix together - to grey
And it breaks her heart
There's a stranger speaks outside her door
Says take what you can from your dreams
Make them as real as anything
It'd take the work out of courage
But she says "Please
There's a crazy man that's creeping outside my door,
I live on the corner of Grey Street
And the end of the world. "
There's an emptiness inside her
And she'll do anything to fill it in
And though it's red blood bleeding from her now
It's more like cold blue ice in her heart
She feels like kicking out all the windows
And setting fire to this life
She could change everything about her
Using colors bold and bright
But all the colors mix together - to grey
And it breaks her heart
It breaks her heart
To Grey

Creative Writing

He lived his whole life learning and acquiring information only to reach the end of his life and realize that for all that he had learned he had learned nothing, and it is in that realization that the man became complete.


I read that if the chances of something happening is 1/10 to the 30th power it is considered impossible, that is if something is
1 in 1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 (called NONILLION)
it is considered nothing. To put that in perspective Bill Gates is reported to have 55 billion dollars which means that he has 5.5 trillion pennies, by these statistics Bill Gates should still be combing his couch cushions for change. Now to the point, we will search for all of eternity and, when we reach the last day of eternity, will look back on all of the knowledge that we have learned and gained about God and it won't even equal a 1 in a GOOGOL of what there is to learn about God, we will reach the end and learn that in reality we haven't really learned anything at all.


He lived his whole life learning and acquiring information only to reach the end of his life and realize that for all that he had learned he had learned nothing, and it is in that realization that the man became complete.

Death Be Not Proud by John Donne (1572-1631)

DEATH be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then;
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.

Mobile Blogging

So the other day I got a little bored and was on blogger so I decided to make another blog. This time it is a mobile blog of pictures I take with my camera phone. There are already a few pictures up so take a look and start one of your own by clicking on the picture above.

http://thisismymobilelife.blogspot.com/

Pontificating About Or Around Midnight

This post is a tag on to the last post about listening and is my thoughts on why people are resistant to change. While thinking about change over the past few days the question that would come into my mind is what would people lose by accepting change and even changing themselves, as I pondered on that thought the scenario that I laid out in my last post (because that is the most prevalent in my life right now) and in the course of those thoughts one occurred to me that I had never thought of before. What could a person lose if they were to accept change and maybe even change themselves? The answer would be pride.

No matter what there is a lot of danger to a persons pride in changing. If a person changes there is a part of them that is admitting that there is a better way to do something and depending on the context even going as far as having to admit that they were wrong. But even worse is if the person does change and that change doesn't work then that person has to swallow his or her pride and say that the change was wrong. In the scenario that I put forward in the previous post the group would have been skeptical of any change in the person because it would upset the comfort and complacency that the group would have set up for themselves. If the person shows something in the others that they aren't comfortable with or not, in their own minds, ready to hear then they will be very resistant to what the person has to say and maybe at worst to the person.

But then again maybe not, I will be the first to say that there are holes in this theory. Please post and tell me what you think. If I am as consumed by these thoughts in the next week as I have been over the past few days you can count and another post or two.

Listening

I don't get why when you have something to say or you have a peace of knowledge about a subject people don't listen. Maybe that is to general, really it is people in general who are the most receptive to what you have to say but the people I am talking about are the people who are closest to you. These people are the people who should listen to you the most but instead these are the people who are most likely to make fun of what you say or worse disregard it all together.

It seems like anytime you have a group of people in any type of setting (family, friends, church) and one of the members of that group goes and changes in anyway and then returns the people in the group are resistant to the change that happened to the one who left. I don't understand why it is this way, The theory would be that if this situation happened that the group would want to learn from the one that left but instead it seems that the group would shun any change in the person and insist on the same old person. This seems counterproductive to me.