How Horrible It Can Be During Christmas

I wasn't going to post my thoughts on what I heard the other day.

So, on the radio, before christmas, there was a program on how some people are going without on this holiday.  I have to admit some of it was actually sad and depressing.  And, the last lady that was spoken too, was the saddest.  They asked her what she was going to do for christmas.
She replied, "I don't know.  I mean I don't know what the kids are gonna say.  Money is just tight right now.  We don't have internet, cable tv; I can't buy the kids new video games."
I can see how this might be interpreted, but I heard this lady, and my god no cable, no internet.  What will they do?  Maybe go to the library and use the free internet, or maybe, just maybe, check out a book there.  But what will the kids do?  Go outside and play.  How about spend time with your kids in the outdoors?
Maybe I'm thinking this the wrong way, but it just doesn't feel like it.  Maybe I am out of touch with the way the modern person thinks.  Maybe my problems are a thing of the past and I need to begin to worry about what I will not do without a tv, wait...no, I have to jump ahead, buy a tv and worry about why I don't have cable.  Oh Jebus,  I'm going to sleep.

Crummy Crummtastic

Today wasn't such a good day, I was pretty much pissed off for the whole day.  That isn't that much unusual, but it happened today.  Until I get home and check my mail.  What did I find, you may ask.  Well, I found a box and within it were homemade baked cookies from a friend in California!  Hot damn, that made my day!  It is now all washed away.

Interesting Fact 10: You, Good Sir, Are Not Above The Law

In medieval times, cats and dogs could be tried and condemned for crimes, just like us crazy people.  I the late 1730s, a group of printer's apprentices in Paris felt they were being done an injustice by the master's wife's cats, who were constantly begging for scraps and screeching at night.  A trial was staged, complete with guards, a confessor, and a public executioner.  The unfortunate cats were pronounced guilty and strung up on cat-sized gallows.  When the master and his wife got home, the apprentices were laughing hysterically, delirious with happiness.
What a bunch of assholes.

Nicholas D.

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Imagine the problem is not physical.  Imagine the problem has never been physical, that it is not biodiversity, it is not the ozone layer, it is not the greenhouse effect, the whales, the old-growth forest, the loss of jobs, the crack in the ghetto, the abortions, the tongue in the mouth, the diseases stalking everywhere as love goes on unconcerned.  Imagine the problem is not some syndrome of our society that can be solved by commissions or laws or a redistribution of  what we call wealth.  Imagine that it goes deeper, right to the core of what we call our civilization and that no one outside of ourselves can effect real change, that our civilization, our government are sick and that we are mentally ill and spiritually dead - that all our issues and crisis are symptoms of this deeper sickness.  The problem is that we cannot imagine a future where we possess less but are more.

-Charles Bowden.  Blood Orchid

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"We constantly live in the same year.  In that year, people and things change."

-Comanche

Andreas Aron

I met this guy from a friend.  He was kind enough to show me around Bucharest and let me sit in on a jam session with his old band, when I was visiting a few years ago.  A pretty damn good artist.


Videoclip Andreas - The Fountain 720p from Tudor Petremarin on Vimeo.

Interesting Fact 9: Oh, Injury

Interesting fact, this is, yes.  According to the Industrial Machinery News, a US company with a five-year record for perfect safety attempted to prolong its winning streak by showing employees an extremely graphic safety film.  The accidents depicted in the film were so horrifying that 25 people suffered minor injuries trying to leave the room, thirteen more fainted and one man required stitches in his head after falling off his chair.

This is very funny, and interesting, yes.

A Few Things

1: People are assholes.
2: What is it with people not being passionate about anything?
3: Damn the heat and humidity.
4: It's amazing how different my apartment looks just by moving one table across the room.

Arsenic

So, I was thinking of that bacteria that lives off of arsenic and all the possibilities of life.  We've found that as long as there is water, no matter how extreme the environment is, life will exist there.  This arsenic thing has made a world of change.  It changes everything.  I mean scientist pretty much have to start from the beginning on where to look for life on other planets.  I mean, lets look at Titan and its massive amount of lakes of methane.  It's extremely harmful for us, but if bacteria can live off of arsenic, then what if there is a world of life in these lakes of methane?  I'm sure others have thought of this and will continue to expand.  I'm just some random person blogging about this because I want to.  I can't help but think of all the possibilities and doors that have been open where life might be.

Interesting Fact 8: Glow, Glow

Japanese scientists found that the human body emits a glow.  The light is faint, but visible.   Sensitive cameras were used in this study to photograph a cross-section of five men in their twenties.  They found that the bodies lowest light levels occur around 10 a.m. and the highest at 4 a.m., and the face glowed more than the rest of the body.

What a Day

I spent the day making pizza from scratch.  Holy crap it takes so much time to make the dough.  I don't usually make pizza for anyone.  In fact it's very rare, and the few people I have made it for seemed to like them.  I have to say, my skills have improved.
Anyway, I went to a writer christmas party thing tonight.  A few weeks ago I opened my big mouth and said I would make the pizza for the party.  Originally, I was going to make 4 pizzas, but realized that would take way too damn long, so, I said no.
I was pretty surprised when the pizza was gone in an instant.  At first no one went to it, until one guy came over and grabbed a slice.  I told him I made it from scratch.  He then said, "You made this from scratch?  This is pretty good."
Then other people came by and took it up fast.  I only had one slice.  It was crazy!  Even at the end of the party people were coming up to me asking about the pizza.  Even the people that didn't get a chance to have any came up to me and asked about it.  Even people that showed up late to the party and didn't see it asked about it!
Damn!  Maybe I should start my own pizza business.
Nah.  I think the joy of making it would be lost if I did that.

Then, during the party, I held conversations with people that are pretty damn smart.  It was kind of weird to be in a house full of writers.  How egotistical we can be.  Then again, some very great conversations about books were running around.  I met a woman from Romania, and brought on memories of my small time spent there.  It's been a long while since I've spoken to people about books.  It felt very good.  Yes, very good.

Cello and Pizza

For the first time in a long time I woke up late on a Saturday!  I fell back into my old routine.  I woke up, fixed pressed coffee and played my cello.  I haven't played in about a month or more, due to my injured middle finger.  I have to say, damn, it felt good to play again.  I wrapped my arms around that beautiful instrument after I finished playing.
Now, I have a glass of scotch, and I begin to make pizza!  Off I go to make the dough.  My tomatoes have been stewing for some time now.  I think they are about ready.

A Maa Viira,

Nicholas D.

I said, "God Damn!"

That's right. I did say, "God Damn!" Why, you may ask. Well, it's 1:13am and I'm in a good mood. Maybe it's the apple juice. Maybe it's the scotch I drank earlier. Maybe, maybe, maybe. A world full of maybes'.

I started editing a story, and damn, I wish it would become a living breathing person. It's not the story, it's just the idea of writing. It's the act itself, and the feeling that follows. I dedicate this song to that feeling. I love you.

Coffee I love and Hate You All At Once

I keep waking up in the middle of the night.  It bugs me so.  I use to think my apartment was haunted.  Then I thought I was being abducted by aliens.  Then I realized it had to do with my diet and sleeping patterns.  To solve this I started smoking crack.  I just need to figure out how to stop waking up in the middle of the night now.  I stopped sleeping on my bed and moved to the floor.  My sleeping problem may be solved by purchasing a new bed.  It's a crazy thought, but it just might work.  I don't really smoke crack.

Ka Kite Ano,

Nicholas D.

Interesting Fact 7: A Bear is a Bear

Smokey the Bear's original name was Hotfoot Teddy.

That is all.

I Just Left the Room

After a seminar today; I shook a few hands and walked out.  I'm nobody, but I tell them my name and make small talk.  I open the door and walk out.  I hear someone say my name, once the door is closed.  So, I turn around and reach for the handle to see who was calling me.  I stop, no one was calling me, but they were talking about me.  I listen.

"That was Nicholas.  Keep an eye on him.  You'll be seeing his work soon.  Did you meet him?" said someone.

"Yeah, he said he's read one of my books," said another person.

That was all I heard.  It was pretty interesting to hear someone talking about me without the words "asshole" in the sentence.  I've been hearing a lot of good things these past few months.  I hope I'm not kidding myself with this writing thing.

TV = Mind Control

I say, let's pick up where we left off and continue the evolution process.  I say, start by turning off your television.  Destroy it and reclaim your life back.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nq9Gg7A-YEE

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"We are born crippled and stupid, with a vast cavern of mind to fill with memories, conclusions, judgement: a warehouse where we build the store of implements with which we nightly torture ourselves in our dreams."

- Salvatore Scibona, The Woman Who Lived in the House


From "A Public Space": issue 10