Lost in Biltmore Mall
I'm here, wearing a nice suit and typing on G5 macintosh.
I have no idea why I'm doing this or how I got here. I may have just fallen out of life entirely and did something stupid.
Business Analyst? Who the hell am I kidding?
Thursday, December 02, 2004
KING OF THE IRON FIST
Often times I wonder which will break first... the object in front of me or my fist.
To my surprise my fist has yet to lose this competition.
Frustration can be an amazing source of power. Like a martial arts expert who smashes 8 bricks with his bare hands... frustration can do the same without the intense focus. When the internal pressue of the mind and body become too great, a sudden and violent relese can occur. A quick sudden burst of rage will shatter an object.
A simple recollection of physics will remind most that momentum is the product of mass and velocity. An impact from a feather can be just as deadly as an impact from a speeding bullet if the feather was moving at the right velocity.
A collision between two objects causes a conservation of momentum. The momentum of two objects is the same as the momentum of the objects after the collision. This occurs at the precise moment when both objects collide with each other. The moment of impact is the moment when the object in front of me breaks. When he rage is released and my fist is pulled back, the glass in front of me is shattered. It just happened a second ago all in a blink of an eye.
Often times I wonder which will break first... the object in front of me or my fist.
To my surprise my fist has yet to lose this competition.
Frustration can be an amazing source of power. Like a martial arts expert who smashes 8 bricks with his bare hands... frustration can do the same without the intense focus. When the internal pressue of the mind and body become too great, a sudden and violent relese can occur. A quick sudden burst of rage will shatter an object.
A simple recollection of physics will remind most that momentum is the product of mass and velocity. An impact from a feather can be just as deadly as an impact from a speeding bullet if the feather was moving at the right velocity.
A collision between two objects causes a conservation of momentum. The momentum of two objects is the same as the momentum of the objects after the collision. This occurs at the precise moment when both objects collide with each other. The moment of impact is the moment when the object in front of me breaks. When he rage is released and my fist is pulled back, the glass in front of me is shattered. It just happened a second ago all in a blink of an eye.
Monday, November 29, 2004
Oddly Quiet
Whenever I need to talk, I can never say a word.
Whenever I need to be funny and entertaining, I'm boring.
Whenever I need to make an important decision, I can never decide.
Over and over again the line from Empire Strikes Back as told by Yoda keeps banging around in my head.
"Never his mind on where he was... what he was doing!"
I've spent all my life planning for specific moments in the future. I maintain my focus and my desire only to achieve outlandish goals. These goals are so unrealistic and silly that they might as well be found in a script for the next Jerry Bruckheimer and Michael Bay cinematic masterpiece. While dreaming up future solutions for present problems, I manage to get nothing accomplished.
One of these days I'll learn to live in the present. In 24 years I don't think I've ever taught myself how to enjoy a moment. I seem to always hold off my happiness for a day that will never come.
Whenever I need to talk, I can never say a word.
Whenever I need to be funny and entertaining, I'm boring.
Whenever I need to make an important decision, I can never decide.
Over and over again the line from Empire Strikes Back as told by Yoda keeps banging around in my head.
"Never his mind on where he was... what he was doing!"
I've spent all my life planning for specific moments in the future. I maintain my focus and my desire only to achieve outlandish goals. These goals are so unrealistic and silly that they might as well be found in a script for the next Jerry Bruckheimer and Michael Bay cinematic masterpiece. While dreaming up future solutions for present problems, I manage to get nothing accomplished.
One of these days I'll learn to live in the present. In 24 years I don't think I've ever taught myself how to enjoy a moment. I seem to always hold off my happiness for a day that will never come.
Wednesday, November 17, 2004
Since my hosting took a nose dive, I'm going to have to default to one of these mundane but pretty templates for the time being.
I know I haven't posted on here lately despite having all the time in the world to do so. My mind has been floating for too long while working nights for the past six months. Was it a waste? Let's hope not. Still need to figure out what to do, I do know that I want to leave AZ. I've been talking with a few people I know back east about staying with them and trying to find work out in Philadelphia or elsewhere.
Who knows?
I know I haven't posted on here lately despite having all the time in the world to do so. My mind has been floating for too long while working nights for the past six months. Was it a waste? Let's hope not. Still need to figure out what to do, I do know that I want to leave AZ. I've been talking with a few people I know back east about staying with them and trying to find work out in Philadelphia or elsewhere.
Who knows?
Sunday, November 07, 2004
Thursday, October 28, 2004
Zombies!
Hey remember when I used to do stuff with zombies?
Well recently I came up with the idea of taking paintings and portraits of well nown figures and turning them into zombies
Here's a portrait of famous artist Egon Schiele as done by a Japanese painter name Ikuko
and here is what I did to it
Hey remember when I used to do stuff with zombies?
Well recently I came up with the idea of taking paintings and portraits of well nown figures and turning them into zombies
Here's a portrait of famous artist Egon Schiele as done by a Japanese painter name Ikuko
and here is what I did to it
Monday, October 25, 2004
Oh yeah, that's right... I have a blog.
I've decided that I hate computers. Working a job that requires me to stare into a monitor for more than 8 hours in a day has destroyed all the love I've ever had for these examples of high tech sorcery.
Reasons why I have to leave Phoenix
1. I can't be a bitter alcoholic
Working a shitty job well into the night makes me want to drown my sorrows with copious amounts of alcohol. After work I go out searching for a place that's still open. During the weekends all that's open are the annoyingly loud bar/clubs of Mill Ave. and maybe the bar at a local Chilis. I can't be a bitter drunk while god awful hip-hop is playing at decibels far beyond the threshold of pain.
2. I hate driving around everywhere
My car is reaching the end of its existence. Having to drive around at least half an hour to get anywhere in this city is starting to cheese me off. I really need to move to a city with a good public transportation system, especially one with a metro. I love trains, and I love being taken places instead of having to drive around all the goddamn time.
3. This city has no color
Living in a desert for nearly 10 years will make anyone miss the color green. If it weren't for the massive urban sprawl, I'd say I was living on Arrakis.
I've decided that I hate computers. Working a job that requires me to stare into a monitor for more than 8 hours in a day has destroyed all the love I've ever had for these examples of high tech sorcery.
Reasons why I have to leave Phoenix
1. I can't be a bitter alcoholic
Working a shitty job well into the night makes me want to drown my sorrows with copious amounts of alcohol. After work I go out searching for a place that's still open. During the weekends all that's open are the annoyingly loud bar/clubs of Mill Ave. and maybe the bar at a local Chilis. I can't be a bitter drunk while god awful hip-hop is playing at decibels far beyond the threshold of pain.
2. I hate driving around everywhere
My car is reaching the end of its existence. Having to drive around at least half an hour to get anywhere in this city is starting to cheese me off. I really need to move to a city with a good public transportation system, especially one with a metro. I love trains, and I love being taken places instead of having to drive around all the goddamn time.
3. This city has no color
Living in a desert for nearly 10 years will make anyone miss the color green. If it weren't for the massive urban sprawl, I'd say I was living on Arrakis.
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