Buffalo '66

You know your problem?
Your problem is your mother.
Because you know what?
That's all you do.
You run when your mom calls you all the time.
Can you just geta phone book ?





No, I gotta go. My mom said I gotta go.










I need you for one second.
Get a phone book.









Don't be sore at me like that, Billy.









I just need you to get a phone book
Every time your mother says something, that's how you—
That's why peoplecall you Goon.
Do you know why they call you Goon?
Because you’re retarded. And you're ugly. You're an ugly retard.
And they call you Goon because you're ugly and retarded.
And you'll always be Goon. Goon, Goon, Goon. And that's
what I'm going to call you...for the rest of your life,
is Goon. Goon, Goon, Goon, Goon. Okay ?
So fuck you.

Impeach my Bush

The president used his veto power for the first time today. He announced his decision to not support a bill that was passed by congress. The announcement was made at the White House with a strategically chosen audience of 18 families whose children were born after using embryos from other couples seeking fertility treatment. I wonder what would have happened if he made the announcement in front of 18 people with spinal cord injuries? Or maybe 18 families who have loved ones that suffer from Alzheimer's or Parkinson's disease?

In other news, more than 300 people have been killed and 500,000 others displaced in a week of Israeli attacks. Bill Gates donated $287 million to HIV/Aids research. Apple is pulling in profits from ipod sales.

Oh...

and Anne's back in town.

Tao of Chaos

Photographers have a responsibility to take pictures of brick walls and turn them into art. Art is an expression of creativity and imagination. This is a beautiful thing. If brick walls become art, they also become beautiful.

“How beautiful?!” I say to myself as I am lying in bed gazing out the window at a brick wall. “This reminds me of a picture I once saw.”

Just when I think I’ve got life figured out, I run into a brick wall. How beautiful!!!


…by erecting straight-edged buildings that deny emotional relationship, unlike those old Greek temples that applied their sly art of proportion to trigger the visceral response of “That’s art!—not just engineering.” An increasingly “objective” society weakened its blood and clan ties, gradually moved into disposable relationships and rotating stepchildren. Lifelong loyalties watered down to a flux of solitary TV dinners, temporary residences, interchangeable acquaintances. Painting, sculpture, dance, music, drama—all boasted the message of meaningless, empty, frantic life—which itself reinforced more mechanistic separation and alienation. Literature bred its anti-heroes whose great frustration was in finding no exit from this stale horror, no relief from a bleak dis-topia stripped of its subjective frills like ethics, sentiments and ultimate meaning. –Katya Walter, Tao of Chaos

COFFEE!!!

I love coffee. It makes me crazy. It tastes delicious.

Anything this wonderful must be bad for me right???

For the past few years I’ve limited myself to only drinking coffee on the weekends with a big plate of pancakes. Getting up at 6 AM to go to work, I didn’t want to become dependant on coffee to help with get an early mornin’ buzz. But apparently its not as bad as I thought. Especially since I love alcohol as well!

Some mad scientists, probably all hopped up on caffeine, just found out that drinking coffee may shield the liver from the naughty effects of alcohol on the liver. They studied a shit load of people, and found that the risk of developing alcoholic cirrhosis of the liver dropped with each cup of coffee.

I’m always skeptical of these types of studies. Budweiser and Starbucks are probably conspiring to take over the world. But then again, maybe I should stop being such a prick about what’s “good” for me and what’s “bad” for me.

Its all about moderation.

I chickened out and didn't go camping by myself.

But I learned an important lesson.

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it says in the tao:

Success is as dangerous as failure, and we are often our own worst enemy.

What does it mean that success is as dangerous as failure?
He who is superior is also someone's subordinate.
Receiving favor and loosing it both cause alarm.
That is what is meant by success is as dangerous as failure.
What does it mean that we are often our own worst enemy?
The reason I have an enemy is because I have "self".
If I no longer had a "self", I would no longer have an enemy.

Love the whole world as if it were your self; then you will truly care for all things.