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19 October 2001

Two updates in consecutive days. What on earth is the world coming to? Nina's got time on her hands to write, I suppose. Whatever it is, I'm capitalizing. The outlet is always welcome. Months of self reflection have left me with far too much to say, and really nothing to say. I've determined only that life is a gigantic skydive, and in the end the canopy doesn't open. You can plummet like a rock, or you can do all kinds of funky acrobatics in the sky and let it ride. The second way is more interesting.

I've learned......that you fuck up, you love too easily, you don't love easily enough, you do a few things right, and you keep going. Perhaps the point is to not worry about what you're doing or whether your decisions will be 'right' or 'wrong.'

Perhaps it's true that 'reasons don't count.'

18 October 2001

So there is something like finding out people read your stuff. Seven months of writer's block. About a month ago, I started thinking again. Maybe it was the sharp boot to the head of seeing one of the most familiar skyline sights in all the world... And then not seeing it. Maybe it's the nearly 7000 people who will never again be late for work, piss off a loved one, sneeze, squeeze the toothpaste too hard, or do any of the myriad of things that are never even thought of. I'm young, and I'm jaded. I lived in a violent world before 11 september, and I live in one now. Things have not changed, as much as that crazy militant fundamentalist nut wack who shall remain namless thinks they have. Life continues to go on. Some of us are grieving, some of us are fighting mad, some of us are both, and some of us seem to have felt no impact from this 'tragedy.'

My own life is much as it was two or three months ago, pointing at those who see the black helicopters in the sky and wondering what kind of drugs they're on. I have a job, I have a website, and I'm still out here saying and doing the same damn things I always have. There are no men in black suits and ray-bans at my door, there are no police officers coming through my window, and there is no judge in a secret courtroom throwing me in jail. That guy bombed my country, and all I got was this lousy TV coverage.

In other news... Oh, wait. There is no other news. Just a salute to those who have risked and sacrificed, to those who've died, and to those who continue to do so, but that a schmuck like me can write a website. Thank you, from all of us who believe freedom is worth the price paid.

May we always be as secure as free men and women can.

20 March 2001

There's nothing like opening up your email and finding out that people are actually reading your website. All this time, i thought i'd been talking to myself. Apparently, i was wrong. Someone out there, albeit in the united kingdom, surfed across lil ol' me. Of course, this means i'll share whatever he had to say with everyone (and believe me, it's a small audience) who's been checkin out the site. Otherwise, it's been a dull month. Note the capital letters. Spring break is officially over, so it's nose to the grindstone again for five more weeks. Of course, then there's graduation and it's all over and i can work for some company that doesn't care about me for the rest of my life until i die. Even put like that, it sounds better than college.

This isn't a grade-school essay, so i'm not going to write some big thing about what i did on my spring break. I went to arizona. It's beautiful there. I forgot to take pictures. Damnz0r.

I broke my tongue ring today. Luckily, i noticed it right away and put in one of the others i have lying around. If anybody knows where to get good jewelry for a pierced tongue in the greater pittsburgh area, buzz me will ya? Gotta get a replacement for the broken parts.

And i have nothing else to say.........so this concludes today's ramblings.

17 February 2001

I'm pissed off. As usual, i know. I've decided that i hate the news media and anyone involved in sales. Yes, that's a lot of people.

While i'm at it, i'd like to state my extreme pissed-off-ness for the news media. These people are not journalists. They are actors, they count their lines, and they'll lie as long as it's in the script. The news media is responsible for the demonization of guns in america, and the general fear that most women feel for leaving their homes alone. It's time for the real truth to come out. A lot of chicks carry guns. We're not paralyzed with fear and we don't remain in our homes ulness a group of body guards can go with us. We're armed, we're pissed off, and we want our streets back.

While the cops are out ticketing jaywalkers downtown, there is a serial rapist loose in my neighbourhood. He's been out there for months, breaking into homes and raping at will. The police have no idea who he is. However, they are apparently doing a real bang up job of eliminating jaywalking from downtown. My tax dollars pay for this shit?

Hey, since the journalists have nothing better to do (they're obviously just wasting time on the airwaves), and the cops are far too busy (with the really important task of ticketing jaywalkers) maybe the journalists can step in and help the cops. Yeah. There ya go. We can have reporters out scouring the streets looking for rapists, and the news media (god I hate these fuckers. There's nothing more useful they can do.) Can report on that and leave my guns alone god damnit!?