Tuesday, April 12, 2005

Sayanora Apartamento

So I decided to take the plunge and purchase a house. Ok well a condo, but it's a start. I mean spending twice as much on a small condo as my parents house is worth is a good idea right? I feel like I am getting to the age that I need to start doing things like this. I thought of purchasing last year but thought everything was drastically overpriced. Now everything is just that much more expensive. With the tax write off, and the appreciation in Cali the homes are worth the price. Although, with my luck the market will probably crash once I purchase. I haven't picked the exact place yet, but my plan is to be in escrow on something within a month.

Wednesday, March 30, 2005

Traffic School

Last Saturday I was lucky enough to spend my whole day in Traffic School. 7am to 4:30pm. Nothing like having to wake up extra early on Saturday after a long week of work. I had never been to traffic school before. In fact it was my first moving violation since I was in high school. Ten years. uh, has it really been ten years? Well, ten years with no ticket is pretty impressive. Especially since I tend to drive 80-100 mph most of the time I'm on the road.

So I didn't really know what to expect for the class. Besides the boredom that is. And yes there was a lot of boredom. I never even really understand what the point of traffic school was. Was it punishment or "rehabilitation". I think probably a little bit of both. The "teacher" tried to make it enjoyable. However, it was a stretch. I do remember one interesting fact. The West German Highway patrol used to use LIVE crash test dummies. Yes, you heard me right. We watched film of three of the crashes. It was pretty entertaining. The way they obtained these "dummies" was also pretty interesting. They would offer to commute prisoners sentences in exchange to act as the "dummies". I kid you not. Obviously, they do not do this anymore.

There was another thing that I was unfortunately reminded of during the nine hours I was there. Why is there always that old person in your class that must talk the ENTIRE time. It's usually a middle aged lower income slightly trashy white person (man or woman). They somehow think it's appropriate to ask fifty questions, and make just as many comments. Do they really think anyone gives a flying F*ck about their opinion? I certainly don't. Maybe they have one or two things worth saying. But, they just keep on blah, blah, blah, blah. If you have so much damn stuff to say why don't you become a teacher. That way you can get paid for your blathering and save me some time. It seems no matter where I take a class this person is always in it. Are you this person? If so please do not EVER take a class again. Additionally, please get a life. If you need friends join a club, start a blog, join MySpace . Just please do not show up to the classes I am in. Thank you.

Happy People

There are really some unhappy people that write blogs. I suppose these are people that five years ago would have just been writing their thoughts in journals. But now they blog them. Some of these posts make me realize how boring I have become. I guess that's what happens when you start to grow up. The crazy stories become few and far between. However, I would much rather be boring than in jail, or unemployed, or depressed or addicted to drugs or alcohol. So here is an interesting post from another happy person on blogger...

Okay...

Wow, I didn't know I had updated so recently. I must've been high at the time or something because I totally don't remember it.
Well, I finally got Baker Acted. Wonderful, huh? Yeah, I got in this really terrible mood and decided to kill myself on impulse on Friday. We were all over at my house visiting for some reason or another and I was just really mad out of nowhere and started cocktailing pills. Mostly Asprin but also some other stuff. I guess one of the kids ended up telling one of the adults so my mom and Roy (my uncle) came into my sisters room where I was beginning to pass out and started to ask me what I took. I just told them that I took some asprin for a headache and benedryl to get to sleep. They didn't believe me but figured that Asprin wouldn't hurt me anyways. Nevertheless, on the way home to Roy's that night he started like yelling at me or something so I told him what I had taken. I don't really remember that part but this is what I was told so this is what I'm writing. The next day my mom ended up taking me to Memorial Hospital where they stuck me with an IV, took blood, did some X-rays, all that shit, and I was fine. My Asprin level was extremely high, it was three times the maximum of what it could be. Then the doctor there decided I was a danger to myself and BA'ed me to Morton Plant. I wasn't transfered until fuckin' three in the morning (Easter Sunday). Crazy huh? So now I'm moving back home and I'm starting back at Plant tomorrow. I'll also be starting some sort of intensive out-patient treatment.
I was also finally officially diagnosed with Bulimia Nervosa. *Applause* *gag*
I'm not vegan anymore in case you haven't guessed.
Oh and for anyone wondering, I'm not still suicidal, it was just a stupid impulse so please don't make me promise my soul never to attempt again or anything crazy like that (Yes, some of my friends have actually done that).

Tuesday, March 29, 2005

Next blog II

I am now addicted to clicking on the next blog link. I found some cool blogs. But I've also found that there are some really weird people out there. I found both of the entries below on one blog. Apparently I'm not the only dork on MySpace, and apparently there are Nazi's after this guys grandma.

MySpace

I suck. I haven't been faithful to blogger.
I've actually been checking out Myspace.com
I wouldn't recommend it. It's an obsession.
It won't last long.

Anyhow.

Nazis...

My grandmother has been targeted by real-life Nazis because of her book about racism being a mental illness...
I can't say more, because I found the link through google, and I'm sure that some of you reading this now found MY page the same way. If you want more info and a direct link to the evidence, email me. Of course, I'd have to verify first that you're not a Nazi, and that you'll abide by a promise not to hunt down my Grandma-ma` and make her put the crowbar on you...
It's really kinda funny. She laughed when I told her.

Monday, March 28, 2005

MySpace

So I joined this site after some prompting from a few co-workers. I have to say I don't fully understand the point of it. It's an online community similiar to friendster. It enable you to post pictures, leave comments, and network with people. I suppose it's an all in one site to talk to your friends and meet new people. It has a blog feature, an e-mail feature, and an IM feature. Although, the features are inferior to what you would use else where (ie personal e-mail, blogger, AOL IM). I'm probably to old to fully enjoy it. If I was 15 I would probably love it. But if you want to check out the site you can go here and view my profile. This will enable you to check out the site without joining. If you join, and your not a freak feel free to add me.

Booke Meme

From the writers blog:

1. Grab the nearest book.

2. Open the book to page 123.

3. Find the fifth sentence.

4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.

5. Don’t search around and look for the “coolest” book you can find. Do what’s actually next to you.


“The place to be is backstage. I mean, you wanna see naked girls, right? Absofuckinglutely!

From “How to Lose Friends and Alienate People” by Toby young. I knew I picked a good book to start. Thanks for the recommendations MN.

Sunday, March 27, 2005

Next Blog Please

I just discovered an amazing feature of Blogger. In the top right corner there is a "next blog" button. Pressing it takes you to a random blog in the Blogger system. I clicked it a bunch of times. I found blogs on a wide range of subjects (which would be expected). However, I also found blogs from all over the world. Canada, Iceland, Japan, Korea. It's crazy. I did know what a huge site blogger is. It's a neat feature that allows you to check out new blogs. I suggest YOU try it.

Easter Dinner


My favorite Holiday Dinner is on Easter. There's really nothing like roasting up a big ham for the whole family to enjoy. Posted by Hello

Terri Schiavo

I haven't really been following this issue. Truthfully, I just don't care that much. I suppose that sounds terrible. I understand the greater ramifications of the decision. I can only imagine what a heart wrenching situation it is for all those directly involved. However, there are so many issues you have to deal with that directly affect you or that are more important in the grand scheme of things. I found this article on another blog I stumbled across, and I think it helps but things in a better perspective.

By Brian McGrory | March 25, 2005

Wouldn't it be something if George W. Bush raced back to the White House from his Texas ranch for something with a little broader consequence than the feeding tube of one woman in a vegetative state whose husband says she would choose to die?

Wouldn't it be something if he saw that much urgency in the lives lost in the nation's ghettos every day? Wouldn't it be great if he announced that people are dying every minute the government fails to improve housing for the poor, safety in the streets, education in the urban centers, and job prospects for those who are out of work, and that those deaths aren't acceptable anymore?

Wouldn't it be great if he picked out just one person, one otherwise anonymous boy who represents thousands. He could announce that the boy didn't ask to be born into poverty to a single mother and a violent father who has been sentenced to prison.

He could say that the boy shouldn't have to live in a public-housing project where cockroaches race up the bedroom walls at night, where drug dealers have taken over the urine-stained stairwells, where gunshots can be heard in the near distance like fireworks in the suburbs on the Fourth of July.

The president might add that this boy shouldn't have to go to a school where teachers have to reach into their own pockets to buy supplies, where textbooks are older than the students, where learning is an afterthought on the fortunate days when adults are able to achieve some small semblance of calm.

And the president could say that if the government waits just one more hour to act, we're going to lose this child. He might be caught in the crossfire of two rival gangs, dead long before his time. He might join a gang himself, get a gun, turn to drugs, and kill someone else.

Hours matter, the president might announce -- minutes even. The nation has to act, for this boy's sake, for the hundreds of thousands of youths just like him, for the millions who are affected by their actions. Society, he might add, cannot afford to do nothing.

Wouldn't it be great if House majority leader Tom DeLay proclaimed, as he did for Terri Schiavo, that, ''Every hour is incredibly important for this boy."

Wouldn't it also be great if Senate majority leader Bill Frist explained, as he did after the unusual Schiavo vote last weekend, ''These are extraordinary circumstances that center on the most fundamental of human values and virtues: the sanctity of human life."

But they don't, and it's grossly naïve of me to think they ever would. The problems of urban America are not easily addressed in an up-or-down vote. And there's no powerful political constituency praying and lobbying for the desperately poor the way the religious fundamentalists are pushing for Terri Schiavo's feeding tube to be reinserted.

Four people were slain in Boston last weekend while Congress worked on trying to keep one Florida woman alive in a vegetative state that her doctors said she will never overcome.

The victims were good people -- and maybe some not-so-good people -- shot and stabbed, in a bar, in cars, and even in stark daylight on a city bus. There were no officials in Washington talking about that.

It's an hourly event in this and every other city: Potentially good children slip into drug-addled lives of violent crime because they've never been shown another way.

They go on to become miserable, predatory adults. Girls become pregnant, furthering the cycle of poverty. Law-abiding neighbors, also known as the working poor, barricade themselves in their houses and apartments out of fear of what's happening outside.

Neither the president nor the Congress ever rushes back to Washington in the middle of Easter break on behalf of these people, and I suspect they never will. The reason is simple: The sanctity of some lives isn't held in the same high regard by our sanctimonious and simplistic leaders.

Brian McGrory is a Globe columnist. He can be reached at mcgrory@globe.com.

© Copyright 2005 The New York Times Company

Saturday, March 26, 2005

Picture of Health

I was planning on taking a nap after the game. I've been sick all week and had to be at traffic school at 7am this morning (more on that in the next post). However, after watching that horrendous performance I was too angry and hit the gym. Probably a good thing since I am in horrible shape. Health wise I'm probably one step above a coma patient right now. The frustrating part is I'm probably going to stay this way. My knee is wrecked, and is getting worse. I actually hurt it in the same fall I got my concussion with snowboarding. My head hurt so bad I didn't even really notice how much I hurt my knee. Once my head starting clearing up I realized I may have done some damage. I was just hoping it would go away. The last two weeks my stomach has been really jacked up. The urgent care doctor thought it may have something to do with all the Vicodin they had me take for the concussion. Although, I also think there’s a good chance I have an ulcer from all the stress at work. Probably a little bit of both. Well my stomach has been so bad that the knee got put on the backburner. But now it's getting to the point where I can barely sleep because it's hurting so much. The limp is cool and all, but it's also nice to be able to walk places. I would go to the doctor. Unfortunately my doctor just retired a couple of months ago. Gotta love the HMO. The doctors at the Urgent care are clueless. They are a bunch of schleps that aren’t good enough to have their own practices. So I can't see anybody until I find a new primary care physician. Hopefully, it will just go away. But I'm probably looking at an exciting summer of recovering from knee surgery. The good news is I can keep the limp for at least a little while longer. I will have to wait until my stomach clears up to do anything as there is no way I can take any pain killers now.

Choke

I just watched the worst 10 minutes of basketball I have ever seen. Arizona had a 15 point lead with four minutes left in the game. They somehow let Illinois tie it up and force overtime. If I grabbed four high school kids off the street we couldn't have done worse. I was so disgusted I couldn't even watch the overtime. I came back with 11 seconds left and Zona down one. They inbound the ball and then proceed to stand around for five seconds. Then they let their worst three point shooter chuck up a shot (that gets blocked) with one second left. What a joke. If I didn't know better I would assume the game was fixed.

Monday, March 21, 2005

Wikipedia

I first discovered this online encyclopedia a few weeks ago via the default bookmarks installed in my Firefox web browser. It looks like any other online encyclopedia so I wasn't all that interested in it. However, I just read an article in Wired magazine that was fascinating. The Wikipedia a very unique site. It uses Wiki software that enables users (yes, that's you) to actually change the web page they are viewing. I don't mean just change your settings and how you view the page. But to actually change the page for ALL viewers. The Wikipedia is an online encyclopedia that enables the people who use it to post, and alter previously posted encyclopedia articles.

Most encyclopedias use the "one best way model". This is your standard format for every encyclopedia that you used in grammar school. The method involves large groups of experts writing specific articles that are then viewed by other experts. The Wikipedia has developed a whole new method for creating an encyclopedia. It does not have a name yet, but it basically involves thousands of normal people posting articles that are then reviewed by other normal people viewing it. The Wikipedia actually enables you to alter and correct existing articles.

The Wikipedia has gained a cult following and has swelled to over a million articles. Just for reference Microsoft Encarta only has 4,500 articles. The Wikipedia format has hit a nerve. People seem to get excited about the ability to post, and change the articles. However, this obviously opens a Pandora’s box. If anyone can alter the articles, they can alter them anyway they want. They can add pornography, incorrect facts, curse words etc etc. This could effectively crash, and burn the whole Wikipedia. The part I find amazing is that this does not happen. Sure there are people who do these pranks. However, they are generally corrected in a matter of minutes. There are so many Wikipedia users that they are almost instantaneously correcting these actions. Wikipedia has a built in program that allows people to set up watch lists for articles. Wikipedia then notifies them when there are changes. This enables people to monitor the subjects they wrote, or find important.

Overall Wikipedia is a fascinating site. I'm sure the information may sometimes not be as factually accurate or grammatically correct as the old thirteen-volume world Book you looked at in elementary school. However, it does seem to give it a run for its money. More importantly the Wikipedia contains much more information, and the articles tend to be very up to date.