Dooney

2006-01-27T02:49:00.000-08:00

egocasting pp. Reading, watching, and listening only to media that reflect one's own tastes or opinions.—egocast n., v.—egocaster n.

2006-01-15T11:33:00.000-08:00

When u are trying to make a change in ur habbits i find the best way is to change the circumstances under which u perform the certain habbit in order to make it less likely to occur. Then have one or two reasons against it that are completely illogical but passionately involved in the whole scheme because if it is logical u can twist it but if u know it makes no real sence but u just feel that is a sufficiant reason then its harder to break because it is the feeling that the habbit elicits that solidifies the habbit into beeing so to combat it u must produce within urself a negative feeling and attach it as irrationally to the target habbit as the irrationally possitive feeling that the habbit produces is attached to it. In other words find the root of the problem and without neccesarily making it known to the leaves cut the mo fo's so the stem doesnt even have a chance to grow more leaves u dig. all figuartive but if u have inner conflict i guarentee it works. This may need editing but i have no time my conflict is awaiting my ascent (im in the basement).
Salaam

2005-03-25T06:11:00.000-08:00

The Magnificent Malediction Called Love:

I unfocus your image
For complete internal reflection
Of what is in my eyes
From mine it goes
Back to yours
and a double dose
Is had of my soul.

2004-12-07T11:18:00.000-08:00

Right so I was looking over some old coments and something stuck out. I think it was by itchy scrote', it was some jibberish about snazberries and wonkas nose hairs as incense..... I just wanted to agree with that concept I think his nose hairs would make perfect insense. right the guy is alwasy in his chocolate factory making all thies crazy sweets and deeling with all these wack chems. You see he goes around sniffing up all these sugar rich vapors to test their quality and ends up getting cristals of these concoctions growing on his nose hair (this gives it the sweet smell when you burn them.) then you add that to all the dust that settles on nose hairs which would give it a musty spin and vuallah you hae magnificent musty sweet incense playah. I have no clue why I have just wasted 1ö minutes of my time but hey, library bordom must be faught in any way possible.
Salaamaat,
Doons.

2004-11-14T07:54:00.000-08:00

I think Id want to be a pigion if I were to be reborn. A general pigion you know the ones in the front of the pack that they follow as they fly around. I think I'd swipe a bottle of laxatives and direct my pigediers over rush hour crouds. I saw a pigion walking along the pavement today then it decided to cross the road but it saw a car comming, jumped back on the curb and waited patiently as the car went by and then proceeded across the street in a straight line and hopped up onto the opposit curb where his friend was hobbeling about....... freedom! they can fly too man I was rushing off to class they were just chillin in trees and walking across the street like they owned the shit looking like peacocks without thier albetross of vanity I love pigions. My roomate hates them. I think Im going to pick a fight with him over it on a day off. see how far we get into it. you see they know exactly what they are doing maan and they arent scared of you, shit they couldnt care less about you they are more respected than other pedestrians by pedestrians..... pedestrians.....pedestrians.....pedestians why does that sound soo wierd? Anyway so ya no one kicks pigions even though you can. Id just chill out and fall in love with some old woman who feeds me every morning. OK enough day dreaming I must be off.
Salaam.

2004-11-14T07:43:00.000-08:00

Bigginings of socialite series:

Its hard to stand tall without walking with a swagger.
(the without with is really bugging me people help me out)

2004-08-25T11:07:00.000-07:00

Random Delusional (pretty sensible) Thought of grandeur:

When my clothes get old, common fashion goes vintage.

2004-07-31T23:22:00.000-07:00

This screen is really intimidating...... There's too much pressure to perform..... it's the white there's too much white..... cheaky bastard screen I know what you're trying to do. So I have nothing to write about take a chill pill.... yes I am thinking..... yes, I know that's a crap idea. Just leave me alone for a minute you demanding shiyt you aren't helping me at all...... its as if my writing is just contaminating the whiteness..... pure, sweet, clear, virginal whiteness.... Like bird poo on a freshly squeejeed windshield my words are pushed out and splattered all over the perfectly pristine screen........ That little eraser icon at the top isn't helping at all either. Staring me in the face "erase this crap" it says "are you sure you need that sentence? And that one? Look this obviously isn't working how about you erase it all and start again." and they make it grey too... sneaky bastards trying to make it look like its not taking sides "The Friendly Eraser"... Poser.... I see right threw you you little shit............
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hmmm so what should I write about?............. I have this little mole on my stomach and I think my doctor really wants to chop it off. Not because its cancerous or something I think he just feels it takes away from stomachs overall perfect look. He kind of pouted when I said I wanted to keep it. Why are people soo obsessed with physical perfection? I'm kind of attached to it I think. Is attachment a good thing? My mother has been reading this book about mice and cheese and little people in a maze which got me thinking about my take on attachment the other day. I've always attached attachment with the work of the devil. I think one should always avoid getting attached to anything, because 1. You aren't even left with your body when you're dead, 2. In the grand scheme of things nothing is really "yours".... You're just sort of borrowing it for a while and its bound to pass out of your hands sooner or later + it robs you of objectivity and grand-schemely thoughts. I think this is one of those ill-defined philosophies that I live by. I think its even safe to say that I take pride in feeling this way. And knowing that, equipped with this, if I were to freakishly loose everything I owned I would be able to check my vengeance and have the wisdom and clarity to let it all go and start afresh. Whenever this feeling dominates my day I feel.... Stoic, clear headed, somewhat wise, and secure. And I'm thinking along the lines of loosing material objects not children or parents cause that involves love and well but then again I don't think you necessarily need to be attached to them to love them... actually I firmly agree that you don't and shouldn't be attached to anything whatsoever. The white isn't bugging me anymore. I guess I could live without the mole...... but then my belly button would be the only thing to look at when scratching my belly. And they match each other soo nicely. one is a big hole and the other is like a little sidekick mound just checking out what's top side.......
hmmmmmm....... maybe all this attachment bulux is a defense mechanism...... I do move around a lot. This is getting hairy. but then every opinion that one holds that points them in a positive direction of thought can be seen as euphamistic and non face-the-whole-truth-ative. No that's stupid. Screw it I think the mole is cool. You never know, it could become a trend to have one next to your belly button, like Madonna's lip-mole.
hmmmmm. I'm hungry...... mmmmm blood red plumbs!!!
Salaam,
Doons.

2004-06-24T10:33:00.000-07:00

~Do illiterate people get the full effect of Alphabet Soup?
~There's no panic like the panic you momentarily feel when you've got your hand or head stuck in something.
~Every guy has at some stage while taking a pee, flushed half way through and then raced against the flush.
~ Triangular sandwiches taste better than square ones.
~What do you call male ballerinas?
~Knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit; Wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad.
~The smaller the monkey the more it looks like it would kill you at the first given opportunity.
~Sharpening a pencil with a knife makes you feel really manly.
-Random Forward

2004-04-25T20:24:00.000-07:00

I was just walking down the street on my way back from dinner and I was kicking this half empty water bottle along with me. I gave it a little tap and it aligned itself perfectly so I went for a big whammy, slipped, thought to myself.... oh shit, and landed flat on my bum. Don't worry the street was empty except for some people walking their dogs and I was kicking away from them anyway. So I got up and kicked it again and after a few kicks it had the perfect amount of give and the water gave it just the right weight..... I should have hid it and kicked it all the way home but I threw it away. There's this new "Clean the Streets" campaign going on in Toronto I felt I had to...... I already miss that bottle. Airy chunks of Ice are good for this too..... They're a bit hard to find these days.... maybe an Ice rink. That's the only thing I miss about the winter....... airy, salty, side of the road, Ice Chunks..... Marwaan you might be the only one who doesn't think I've lost it right now. 5 minutes before a movie at the royal maan. Pure skill my people puuuuure sssskiiiill.
Salaam,
-Madian

2004-04-24T12:26:00.000-07:00

Today is a flippin beautifully day here in Toronto. The birds are chirping, the trees are making it with a cool breeze and all of this is soaked in sunlight which makes this day doubly spectaculaaa'. So, as I was walking about trying to find the right meal to accent this pleasant afternoon, I was listening to music that tickled my whole body into a state of bliss! So I feel compelled to share at least the lyrics to a tune from this wondrous album. The album is Mos Def's, Black on Both Sides. The whole CD is brilliant from start to finish but the song that I must call my Favoritest is ......... Love (track 3). I strongly urge you to download this song... and get comfortable. (download Ms. Fat Booty too)

[Mos Def]
They say the goodness in life belongs to those who believe
So, I believe...YES!

I start to think, and then I sink
Into the paper, like I was ink
When I'm writing I'm trapped in between the lines
I escape, when I finish the rhyme

My pops said he was in love when he made me
Thought about it for a second, wasn't hard to see
I could hear he was sincere, wasn't a game of promotion
The entire affair's probably charged wit emotion
But love call your heart, I guess you got to persue
12-11-7-3 my life is testament
Praise the beneficent, element that rest
Devoid in the form that make love manifest
I spent my early years in Roosevelt Project
It was a bright valley wit some dark prospects
In '83, Venny C was the host wit the most
I listened to the Rap Attack and held the radio close
I listened to the Rap Attack and held the radio close
This is far before the days of high glamour and pose
Aiyyo power from the street light made the place dark
I know a few understand what I'm talkin about
It was love for the thing that made me wanna stay out
It was love for the thing that made me stay in the house
Spendin time, writin rhymes
Tryin to find words that describe the vibe
That's inside the space
When you close yo' eyes and screw yo' face
Is this the pain of too much tenderness
To make me nod my head in reverence
Should I visit this place and remember it?
To build landmarks here as evidence
Night time, spirit shook my temperment
To write rhymes that portray this sentiment
We live the now for the promise of the infinite
We live the now for the promise of the inifinite
And we believe in the promise (love, love *repeated*)
Yes yes y'all and we don't stop because

Chorus

I got love, L-O-V-E and I be
Love, L-O-V-E to MC
Get love, L-O-V-E and I be
Love, L-O-V-E I MC
Get love, L-O-V-E and I be
Love, L-O-V-E to MC
Get love, L-O-V-E and I be
The M-O-S-D-E-F-initely

Check it out y'all, feel me out y'all
Feel me out y'all, hear me out y'all
Check me, out y'all
Feel me out y'all, check it out y'all
Now hear me out y'all

My folks said they was in love when they had me
I take the love they made me wit to make rhymes and beats
(Can you feel?) The raw deal, is all wheel-driven
Contemplate the essence of beats, rhymes and rhythm
Speech in line wit the rhythm, designed wit the rhythm
Ears and eyes keepin good time wit the rhythm
I shine wit the rhythm, the Black Star Gallactica
The big numbers fadin, we ancient like the Abbacca's
After us, I see most proceed to be trees
Sproutin leaves, given breeze to the we who believe
I MC, which means I Must Cultivate the earth
Staight backs straight facts, hard beats and hard work
I be the funky drummer to soften the hard earth
(Amin) Pray Allah keep my soul and heart clean
(Amin) Pray the same thing again for all my team
From Restoration to Fort Greene and on out to Queens
Uptown to Boogie Down, yo just look around
AND SHOOK UP THE WORLD!, like Ali in 6-3 (right)
I'm reachin the height that you said cannot be
I'm bringin the light but you said we can't see
Saw the new day commin, and it look just like me
Some burst through the clouds, my photo ID
I bring light to your day and raise yo' degree
The Universal Magnetic, you must respect it
From end to beginning, bright true and livin
EVERY CHANGING, it was a state of magnificent
Building it now for the promise of the infinite
Building it now for the promise of the inifinite because

Chorus

I hope you enjoy.
Salaam,
-Madian

2004-04-20T14:01:00.000-07:00

Message to my readers:
topic- spelling:
You see I understand how frustrated my lack of spelling skills must make you "perfect spellers"...... So...... I apologies for my advantage. I realize now that it wasn't your fault you all got suckered into wasting valuable brain space on such nonsensical totalitarian tosh and are therefore stunted in more free flowing aspects of expression. But you really shouldn't take out your vexation on a person who is ahead of the game. I say you guys should unite! Take down the fascist grade school teachers and parents who, like anal pythons, suffocated your minds with "G H" combinations that sound like f's, "silent letters", and that dreadful I before E rule that never even bucking applies! (sorry the spell check system seems to fumbling with fuck! ("fuji it sais"...Idiot, perfect speller made, program)) So I say stick to my philosophy, swing your sights to the salacious sophistries of my sweet symphonic syllables, silvery smooth synonyms and spell It how it sounds!!!The time is now my people! Live free! Live happy! Appreciate what is in front of you, 'cause if you're looking for a pet, a cat is nothing but a sexy looking dog!
-Doons

2004-04-16T14:05:00.000-07:00

Some of you have already read an earlier version of this. I think it makes a bit more sense now. I submitted it to that contest and it didnt win (the judges were free verse loving bastards I hope they all burn in their new age shit :) hehehe. I'm just playin' I like it but just cant write it for some reason. But here's a little diddle from me. This was the one I was refering to Z..

Vitreous Lace.

In never hesitating to dispise
We always fail to realize
What is deep
Within our eyes

There it sits
Unstirred it lies;
The very lace of our demise
Binding what we synthesize

If light is truth
And we are fiends
Its the viscosity that is between
What it is, and what is seen,

Straightening the banks,
Sanitizing the stream!
Creating life, that's but a dream.

-Madian

2004-04-11T02:18:00.000-07:00

I'm serious though.. Don't ask!
"insight-hehehehehehe cho kho (coughing)"
-Diins

2004-04-11T02:16:00.000-07:00

Insight:
Why do people ask you not to ask
When they know you are going to?
-Doons

2004-04-11T02:14:00.000-07:00

Its 5 in the morning..... dont ask.

2004-04-11T02:07:00.000-07:00

!!!!RRRRREEEEDDDAAL!!!!
If one has unlimited knowledge, wisdom, power and vastness,
what is it that one doesn't know theoretically,
but really does?
-Madian

2004-04-11T01:13:00.000-07:00

!!!!RRRRREEEEDDDAAL!!!!
There's one of me,
There's two of me
Then,
They is my third.
The one of me is not my second,
But the both become a bird.
-Madian

2004-04-08T11:47:00.000-07:00

NEW MAYOR MANDATES SMILEY FACES IN PLACE OF DOTS OVER LETTER ‘I’

LESLIEVILLE—In a move hailed as “awesome” by teen girls, new mayor Mike “The Hammer” McClusky has ordered that all citizens must now dot the letter “i” with a smiley face symbol.

Local curmudgeons turned out in full force last night to protest the decision.

A mayoral spokesperson would not comment on the future of the letter “j.”

(courtesy of www.newsoftheword.com)

2004-04-05T15:12:00.000-07:00

I.P.:

Post-mortem Divorce: A stipulation that one must be buried separately from one's deceased spouse.

The most poignant story of the week comes from Japan where women who are trapped in unhappy marriages are secretly arranging to be buried apart from their husbands, saving money from housekeeping for a separate burial plot which can cost up to £16,000.

Haruyo Inoue, a writer who coined the term "post-mortem divorce", says: "The wives feel that they have no choice but to stay with the husband while they are alive, but in the next world they would like to get their freedom back."
—Allison Pearson, "Till death us do part," The Evening Standard (London), February 26, 2003

(courtesy of www.wordsy.com)

2004-04-05T15:06:00.000-07:00

Life Lesson from Naam:
So I went to eat dinner and one of my buddies was talking about Indian movies (This guy is a really old and skinny Indian man who is probably a bit darker than me with silver hair and really loose wrinklly skin. If you have read Ol' Mali and the boy you should have a good mental image.This is Naam). Not any old movies but the "really good ones" as he called them. He was explaining to this guy how just the sound of the titles of these movies "stir his soul". Well he didn't say those words exactly but it was something to that effect. So we asked him for examples and suddenly his eyes got all misty and slant and a little smile crept across his face and by this point the whole hall had seemed to drift away, everything went quiet for a second as he said......"Kuditt Pashun". I swear I herd the N echo in my head at least once before the chattering and gobbling noises of the hall rose again and Naam snapped back to reality. So like hungry children we asked him, all at the same time, "But Naam what does it mean?!?!", and he snuffed and said "That is not the point. It is the sound alone." and then tilted his head back and forth. We all just passed this off as Naam-shit, so we asked again, "Ya OK but what in the world does it actually mean?". So his eyes got misty, the smile crept back and we all leaned in again as the rest of time might as well have stopped and he said "Kuditt Pashun...... means Hungry stone".
(I assure you this story is 100% true)
-Madian

2004-04-03T15:12:00.000-08:00

Insight:
It seemes Ive been kicked into a slightly manic phase. My page is dripping with ink; here are some of the end products I want to share:
1. Its amazing what infinet variation can be made from few set limitations.
2. Your life in the eyes of another, is only a stream of color threw space.
3. My fear of darkness isnt only what I am blind to but also what isnt seeing me. Conversly the comfort light brings isnt only what I can see but that I am seen.
-Doons

2004-04-03T13:23:00.000-08:00

Insight:
This relates back to the last insight (I changed the ending to it so reread the last two sentences it makes more sense and sounds better). Anyway what I am getting at now is that the vision that was bothersome that I left alone to develop has turned into something immense and beautiful. If you remember I said that it had something to do with existence and the irony was that it seemed to have come from nothing. Well, in the least ambiguous terms sufficient to ensconce its totality, this is what it has turned into: "Maybe this is everything or maybe we are all just part of a chair." When this came to me I was thinking a physical chair and I didn't mean chair necessarily I meant anything in physical existance, but as I thought more,
وَسِعَ كُرْسِيُّهُ السَّمَاوَاتِ وَالأَرْضَ
"Wasi'a kursiyuhus-samawati wal ard"
Aameen.
and now it is extremely pleasing to have.
-Doons

2004-04-03T12:51:00.000-08:00

Comment Lip Lashings:
1. Mazen I'm sorry about the polluted state of you inner mind but you are right about the meat not being present that was the whole point. You see all of us carnivorous are physically addicted to meat well psychologically but the link is so strong because of our ignorance and its relative desire reduction abilities which out way all others. But what I'm trying to say is that this peddler (me) is getting you people addicted and I'm starting to see it. I am the temptress for the mental protein you all desire. I now hold the key to a lock only I have created. I feel so damn evil right now its scaring me! hehehehe
2. As for the naked nut sack I'd really enjoy it if you made any sense but I guess we just don't know each other well enough yet, or maybe you think you are funny. Either way we should talk. email me.
3. Wawie, I don't find him adorable at all and I cant imagine him liking that description so PPISS off caw face. hehehehehehe caw face hehehe(big up Mools I'm truly amazed maan I hadn't even imagined something like that).
4. Cousin menopot you are really getting me paranoid and that effects what I allow myself to put on this so please reveal yourself. thank you in advance.

-Madian

2004-03-31T22:37:00.000-08:00

Insight:
I've been contemplating writing about an event that occurred in my mind pretty recently that I found extremely disturbing. You see I was walking along and I cant remember what I was thinking about but suddenly I had this vision of sorts. I instantly got the urge to draw it because it was so clear in my mind but made excuses at the time and since then I've been making more excuses not to. Then yesterday in an introspective telling-off session of sorts I told myself to just get a pencil and see what comes of it. So I set myself up; had the paper in front of me, tried to imagine the thing that had disturbed me so, and this chronology type of drawing of the drawing itself unfolded in my mind and it scared me too much to continue.
So I told myself OK Duke you have to describe it. Write it down..... Write it in your blog! Then it dawned on me how deep one's self deception can go (and how deceptively comforting this blog is). If I was to write what was actually bothering me on this blog I can guarantee that it would be tainted in one way or another no matter how hard I tried to be true to it. If I cant come to terms with what is going on in my head on my own, how would writing it on a tablet, that can be seen by all, make me "come to terms with it" if not by means of lying to myself even further in order to make it sound right by fitting it with the constructs of what I imagine my readers to have. I wouldn't be explaining it I would be explaining what I can relate it to in commonality. An example of this would be to try and explain it away as a symbol for something that seems sensible and in doing so I would be facilitating the fallaciousness of this self deceptive description hehehehe. So to keep it within my head in its blinking disturbing form unchanged is the only way to preserve its truth.
I must add that it was a thought that had no direction. Meaning I wasn't trying to either figure something out or get to some end with it. It merely sprung itself into existence by the mere scent of the air I was sniffing so to speak. So in having no bearing on anyone else it isn't really necessary to make it clear to anyone else.
The irony is it was sort of about existence itself and it seems to have come form nothing at all that I can define........... I guess I could simply describe the vision in terms of the actual thing I saw but this wouldn't be doing it justice because every time I try to explain it to myself piece by piece it seems logical but awkward because it doesn't portray the whole shocking wave that it hit me with. Before I even saw it I sort of felt it behind my eyes I guess that's the realization that something is there before you actually define it. Then when I saw my minds representation of it (the vision itself) along with the feeling involved it was really disturbing and when I realized that all of this was going on inside MY head it was even more disturbing and that's when I started making excuses not to draw it.
In fact thinking deeper one could argue that in trying to make sense of it in my own head I could have been shifting what it truly meant at its conception thereby perverting it entirely lest it take its first breath. The fact that it is still jarring when I think about it now (although much less than originally) signifies the fact that I haven't completely figured out why it came to being and that's comforting in a way because that means I still have opportunity to reap relitively all the possibility it has to offer.
Reading over this it is surprisingly coherent and slightly symbolic. This is really funny I just had a thought- logic would have it that if you put something well defined at the pit of your argument you will get a coherent argument, right, but I've just proven to myself that in putting something extremely ambiguous at the core of my explanation I've come to define it more coherently than the other way around. This makes complete sense though, if you think about it, because if you define something and then try and prove it you are only proving what you defined but but in relaying what one is trying to define without knowing what it is one can truly grasp what it is that he is defining. Sounds original but I just realized that's how I've been taught to write essays so once again mellifluous flummery turns into already known unorigionality. I don't think I have ever let myself come up with a completely novel idea after writing it down or talking about it. In trying to make sense of it I always try to define it in terms of everything else I've been through and this causes me to come to unorigional conclusions. The question is whether I was actually thinking what I have figured it to be, because originaly it seemed extremely origional hehehe. That is why I cant and wont try and write about set vision. If the vision was a gift, in giving it to you I would have to wrap it up.....and I'm not done with it yet. I'll put the Drawing online when it is (done with me).
Sorry for wasting your time,
-Doons

2004-03-31T18:06:00.000-08:00

SCIENTISTS DISCOVER ELUSIVE SOUP-NUTS CONTINUUM
Breakthrough could lead to new ‘theory of everything’
COPENHAGEN—Researchers from Aalborg University announced today that they have finally discovered the long sought-after Soup-Nuts Continuum. Scientists around the world have been searching for this elusive item ever since Albert Einstein's mother-in-law proposed its existence in 1922.

"Today is an incredible day for the physics community and for humanity as a whole," said senior researcher Lars Grüntwerk. "Today, for the first time in history, we are on the verge of knowing everything from soup to, well, you know, nuts."

Dr. Grüntwerk acknowledged that the search for the Continuum has been a
grueling one: "We have had many missteps and false starts during the 10 years that we have been working on this project. The number of different soups and nuts in this world and the number of possible permutations and combinations are both staggering and fattening.

"Our breakthrough came when my colleague Äärdväärk Sörënstäm and I discovered that we could represent both soup and nuts as abstract mathematical quantities," explained Grüntwerk. "After that, the equations became almost child's play and before long the entire Soup-Nuts Continuum was revealed in all its glory. We had a couple of Tuborgs to celebrate!"
Dr. Grüntwerk cautioned that this discovery is only the beginning. "This one answer will lead to many more questions," he said. "Why soup? Why nuts? What is the exact relationship between these two substances? There is still a great deal of work to be done."

Researchers all over the world have hailed this announcement as a major scientific milestone. Science know-it-all Tal Forehead of Rutgers University said the biggest boost will go to other "theory of everything" researchers. "Those groups looking for continuums such as the Go-Whoa, the A-Z, and the Stem-Stern will be heartened and encouraged by this news," he said.

(courtesy of www.newsoftheword.com)

2004-03-30T15:39:00.000-08:00

If ever you stayed up late wondering why some nuts insist on lip-sinking your words as you speak here is a (correlated) scientifically proven answer-

http://psych.utoronto.ca/~peterson/petersonlab/Library/Rizzolatti%20G%20Neurophysiology%20of%20imitation%20Nat%20Rev%20Neuro%202001.pdf

don't worry you just have to read the abstract to get the point.
-Madian

2004-03-30T13:33:00.000-08:00

I.P.:
Menopot (MEN.uh.pawt) n. The layer of fat around the abdomen that some women develop after going through menopause.

Why are we, the fiftysomethings, taking over the gyms of Toronto? Fear of the 50-plus spare tire, aka the menopot.
—Joanne Kates, "What could be worse than old age?," The Globe and Mail, March 12, 2004

(courtesy of www.wordsy.com)

2004-03-30T13:32:00.000-08:00

Insight:
I dont know why but I've been absolutely obsesed with this Kanye West Video thats on TV now I've seen it only three times and only the end half of it but its taken me about three days of frustration to get that much. I must watch the rest! If you saw the video you would understand.
-Doons

2004-03-26T02:31:00.000-08:00

I.P.:
Wrap Rage n. Extreme anger caused by product packaging that is difficult to open or manipulate. Also: wrapping rage.

The crucible of wrap rage is, of course, the CD. It was universally repackaged in 1992, its old cardboard box replaced by plastic wrap with a zip-strip. The answer to our unwrapping prayers! Yet 12 years later, a pull-tab torn off in hand, we are still chewing through plastic like wild dogs.
—"Wrap rage," The Times (London, England), February 4, 2004

(courtesy of www.wordspy.com)

2004-03-26T00:41:00.000-08:00

Right its 5:30 I'm sleep deprived and recovering from a nasty cold...... This should be good,
What's making that rattling sound?......
Oh shit I forgot to take my pills with dinner!

CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH..... Why in the heck do chewable tablets sound sooo loud when you munch on them? Its as if the sound is amplified for some reason if you crush them outside they don't sound like all that Eckhh these are really chalky too man. I should switch back to the Flintstone multi-vites, oooh those tastes soo good...... I lllove everything about the Flintstones... I could go for some Coco Pebbles right about now......
Hey they're gone, where did they go?...... Shit I need to get closer to the house maybe I'll hear their plan's..... Bastards........ I need something bigger than this flimsy pencil though... I should empty my bag! That way when he attacks me I can cover his face and he wont be able to see and then maybe he'll suffocate, that's when I'll make my escape! Or I can bash him with a stick.. a big stick....... like in that cheesy new Rock movie! I wonder how I would do in battle, I think I would be better than average.. I'm pretty resourceful you never see soldiers throwing dirt at their opponents eyes see I would do that why not he is trying to kill me right I might as well blind the bugger and then blow his brains out but I would have to be close enough and maybe the moment he was blinded he would pull a grenade and kill us both!!........ AHHhh enough of this crap I need a stick. I can hear mumbling from the inside. This shovel will do.. Its sort of his voice. hhmmm maybe he's planning to off me in there right now.... That's pretty trippy someone is talking about killing me right now and I'm just casually listening in..... Wow he is probably imagining me dead .....He wants to kill me that's it! Why does he want to kill me though?.. Well.... shit dude this is getting scary I don't want to die crap! I should go inside, maybe I'll hear some info which'll help me escape. I should go threw the side door..... This alley way is dark..... ooooow it smells like fresh laundry... Aha there's the exhaust ..... I bet I can guess which softener their using..... I'd say... Everything stiffens up, There are voices coming towards the door! one of them is his, I cant even hear the other ooh shit what should I do this door is like 6 feet away from me..... I'm dead..................................The door opens the light is blinding!

HOly shit its cold out hear...... hold up where am I.... what? Its pitch black but my eyes seem to be adjusted and I'm ffffreezing EECK I'm all sweaty and dirty.. where is my jacket and my bag? ...hmm ok so im in the back yard of the house there is this canopy of sorts... AAAAH MAASAA WAY IN DELEBELE...... AAAAHHHH (WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT AAAAAAH (little girly scream))..... HIS BOOts are sticking slanted out of the ground...... Whaaat the frik maan!.......
I need to get out of hear!!!....... hey thats my bag, its half burried in the ground...... OOOH God something is under it!!
Screw this I'm out of here!

-Madian

2004-03-25T14:21:00.000-08:00

Interesting Phrase (I.P.):
Incestuous Amplification n. The reinforcement of set beliefs among like-minded people, leading to miscalculations and errors in judgment.

Usage:
In the echo chamber of Hollywood, however, incestuous amplification ... is what they call a movie studio.
This town embraces incestuous amplification! Which leads us to this year's nominations for the Oscars. People, it's groupthink run amok.
—William Booth, "A Quest for Gold," The Washington Post, February 22, 2004

(courtesy of www.wordspy.com)

2004-03-21T12:10:00.000-08:00

If you mean to perfect something, never say its finished.
(read last post before continuing)
The door opens and closes. My ass is stuck to the chair and my legs completely hollow.........
I have to follow him.

HOly ssshit its cold outside. I put up my hood..... Hold on something is wrong, I walk along this street every day but now everything seems different somehow.... Remodeled. This is fffreaking me out what the heck is going on here? Why am I staring at the ground? I shouldn't move, I hold my breath, I hear my pants ruffle and the hood brush against my ear. Shit I have to stop this... I have to look around, nothing is wrong, nothing is wrong, nothing is wrong. 1.... 2... 3 .4 ..5 .....6 ..7 .8 9 10. OK...... My eyes slowly scan the street, everything seems alright.... my shoulders drop a bit. Ok this is good.
I catch sight of his frame, and start following. I'm mesmerized by the ends of his coat. He seems to be floating on them as they flicker behind him like black flames from death. He's going to know I'm following! Looking up I'm hyper aware of everything big enough to be a visual obstacle between him and I, discernible only by their size and shape.
I feel like a machine, weaving perfectly between lamp posts trees and cars. I'm invisible..... I dont exist! I feel so alive I can feel the lint in between my toes as I count every step. This is amazing. I haven't felt this way in god knows how long..... I'm in control!
He steps up onto a porch and rings the door bell. I duck behind a car and survey the porch through its windows so he cant see me. Fuck I'm brilliant!
Watch says its 20 to 10:00.... Right so its 9:30.
Shit where did he go? The street is silent... I didn't hear anyone answer the door but I might not have been paying attention!.... My head turns so quickly my neck cracks. Was that footsteps? No.... wwhhooooh breath.....
The light in the front window goes on and two people walk into the room. I can only make out the outlines but It must be him... Why has he brought me here? What if this is a set up... An ambush!
I should find a weapon. My bag should have something... Pen... I could stab him with it! Books.. impracticle... Whats making that rattleing sound......
Oh shit I forgot to take my pills with dinner!

2004-03-20T16:07:00.000-08:00

I'm sitting here in the library, sampling conversations and I tune into this....
Guy on a computer across from me, computers in my line of sight all I can see are black cowboy boots, dark blue tapered jeans, and the ends of a long leather coat..... I think he is on a cell phone. Something about his voice is disquieting its raspy, deep, caustic, but extremely calm and poignant. He spinns it as if it were tangible... Tractable, as if you were the only one hearing it when he wanted.... Is he even on a phone? Is he trying to tell me something? When did he get here? How does he know who I am? What's going on?... What does this guy want?

"Hey.... I just got here" ........ "Yah I'm just looking at it now" ....... "Yah its weird shit, you're going to have to give me some time with it" ......... "Well" ............."Listen how about I get a better look at this, Jump on a land line, and call you back cause this is long distance for you and its looong distance for me so" ......... "Yah...I'll see about that"
He stops talking. My eyes are feverishly shuffling around everything I can see of him. A minute of silence tainted by the clattering of keyboards. I'm scared to move my head to get a better view.... As long as I cant see him he cant see me.
I see the ends of his coat wisp off his chair and he stands up. My eyes are paralyzed on the screen in front of me as I see his body moving past me in the periphery. He is making his way out of the room. A surge of boldness runes through me and I turn, but can only stare at his boots and the ends of his jeans.
The door opens and closes. My ass is stuck to the chair and my legs feel completely hollow.........
I have to follow him.
-Madian

2004-03-20T16:04:00.000-08:00

Sensible...... Such a slippery word.
-Dooney