Just got back from riding my bike.
...
Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooow!
THIS IS SO COOL!
I CAN GO SOOOOO FAST!
WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Thursday, May 8, 2003
On June 3rd, Amina Lawal is to be be buried in the ground, up to her neck, and then stoned to death. The execution is only being postponed because she is currently breast-feeding her newborn child.
My birthday is June 3rd.
If you are interested in a petition against the execution, you can find one here.
Amina Lawal lives in Nigeria. I find this appalling, but I would also like to point out that barbaric, government-run extermination of human beings is rampant in this very home of the brave. It has actually been growing almost exponently since the late seventies. Since then, US authorities have butchered in excess of 850 individuals, using such savage instruments as electric chairs, gas chambers, poison, hanging ropes, and firing squads.
What happened to the "inalianable right to life"?
My birthday is June 3rd.
If you are interested in a petition against the execution, you can find one here.
Amina Lawal lives in Nigeria. I find this appalling, but I would also like to point out that barbaric, government-run extermination of human beings is rampant in this very home of the brave. It has actually been growing almost exponently since the late seventies. Since then, US authorities have butchered in excess of 850 individuals, using such savage instruments as electric chairs, gas chambers, poison, hanging ropes, and firing squads.
What happened to the "inalianable right to life"?
Wednesday, May 7, 2003
I'm getting my bike today! I'm getting my bike today!
I feel like a little kid. I haven't had a bike since I was fifteen.Which would explain why I said to the salesman: "You only got this in girlie-red color?" I got this quite perplexed look from the guy, plus a calm explanation, the kind you give to a kid, of why this is a perfectly good color for a man's bike. The first calm explanation I've received in years.
I didn't really figure out where this animosity against having a red bike came from, until I was driving back home from placing the order. But then I remembered, for the briefest moment, what it was like to be fifteen.
And I smiled.
I feel like a little kid. I haven't had a bike since I was fifteen.Which would explain why I said to the salesman: "You only got this in girlie-red color?" I got this quite perplexed look from the guy, plus a calm explanation, the kind you give to a kid, of why this is a perfectly good color for a man's bike. The first calm explanation I've received in years.
I didn't really figure out where this animosity against having a red bike came from, until I was driving back home from placing the order. But then I remembered, for the briefest moment, what it was like to be fifteen.
And I smiled.
Monday, May 5, 2003
Back home. Which is good. I missed my wife like crazy during this last week. She may be undergoing a change, due to alterations in her hormone levels, caused by the pregnancy. But I am changing too. In some weird ways.
I've always missed my wife when I'm away from her. But this time, it's different. It doesn't just feel uncomfortable. It really hurts. It's akin to having this tight knot in your stomach. Constantly. Not good. I just want to be there all the time. Protecting her. And our baby. Somehow. Tell me this isn't some damned hormones.
And it's spreading. Into other areas of my life. For example this headache with the car. You would think that I would be looking at buying something really cool. Since I need to buy another car anyway. Right? Wrong. All I can think about is reliability. And security. Dependability. Sensibility. 'How many airbags does it have?' 'Does it do well in crash tests?'. I've actually heard myself asking 'How many miles does it get to the gallon?'
Heeeeelp!
I've always missed my wife when I'm away from her. But this time, it's different. It doesn't just feel uncomfortable. It really hurts. It's akin to having this tight knot in your stomach. Constantly. Not good. I just want to be there all the time. Protecting her. And our baby. Somehow. Tell me this isn't some damned hormones.
And it's spreading. Into other areas of my life. For example this headache with the car. You would think that I would be looking at buying something really cool. Since I need to buy another car anyway. Right? Wrong. All I can think about is reliability. And security. Dependability. Sensibility. 'How many airbags does it have?' 'Does it do well in crash tests?'. I've actually heard myself asking 'How many miles does it get to the gallon?'
Heeeeelp!
Thursday, May 1, 2003
Debout les damnés de la Terre!
Debout les forçats de la faim!
La raison tonne en son cratère,
C'est l'éruption de la fin.
I was working today. With another guy. We were sitting inside. Working. On May 1st.
May 1st is totally lost on Americans. Not on Europeans. They celebrate the eternal struggle of the working class against the viscious oppression of the capitalists. Or something.
It's a holiday here, anyway, and working on this day is a bona fide sin. We would probably have been shot if they had caught us today. Me, at least. I was the one who demanded that we work. Today. I felt kind of bad making him stay there when the marching band passed our window on their way to the parade. Especially since the weather was really nice.
The poor guy didn't complain. But I know he was dying inside. His internal working class self was suffering from marching deprivation. And I was playing the part of the merciless despot.
I'm a bastard. No. Worse. I'm a capitalist.
Debout les forçats de la faim!
La raison tonne en son cratère,
C'est l'éruption de la fin.
I was working today. With another guy. We were sitting inside. Working. On May 1st.
May 1st is totally lost on Americans. Not on Europeans. They celebrate the eternal struggle of the working class against the viscious oppression of the capitalists. Or something.
It's a holiday here, anyway, and working on this day is a bona fide sin. We would probably have been shot if they had caught us today. Me, at least. I was the one who demanded that we work. Today. I felt kind of bad making him stay there when the marching band passed our window on their way to the parade. Especially since the weather was really nice.
The poor guy didn't complain. But I know he was dying inside. His internal working class self was suffering from marching deprivation. And I was playing the part of the merciless despot.
I'm a bastard. No. Worse. I'm a capitalist.
Tuesday, April 29, 2003
I may be getting old. Maybe not old old. Question: Can you really get 'old', anyway, when you still have people like older siblings and parents? They will always treat you like you're young. Or at least younger.
No, I feel like I'm getting older because I don't like all the things I used to like. Like being always on the move. Working like crazy. Drinking Coke.
I'm also starting to like things that I remember that my parents liked when I was a kid. Like soft music. And waking up early. And just talking.
Maybe it's just an early onset of a mid-life crisis. But if that's what it is, I should be chasing girls half my age. Right? Granted, I do love women. Well, people I guess, but mainly women. They are simply more interesting then men. There's just more there. Somehow. Anyways. I've always been bewitched by women. So that's nothing new. Besides, I feel closer to my wife now then I've ever felt with another woman. So that's not it.
It's probably simply that I haven't noticed these changes happening slowly over the last years because I buried myself in work. Now that I have started paying a little bit more attention to myself, I am discovering this 'older' guy. And I kinda like him. But then again, I've never really not liked me. I hope.
No, I feel like I'm getting older because I don't like all the things I used to like. Like being always on the move. Working like crazy. Drinking Coke.
I'm also starting to like things that I remember that my parents liked when I was a kid. Like soft music. And waking up early. And just talking.
Maybe it's just an early onset of a mid-life crisis. But if that's what it is, I should be chasing girls half my age. Right? Granted, I do love women. Well, people I guess, but mainly women. They are simply more interesting then men. There's just more there. Somehow. Anyways. I've always been bewitched by women. So that's nothing new. Besides, I feel closer to my wife now then I've ever felt with another woman. So that's not it.
It's probably simply that I haven't noticed these changes happening slowly over the last years because I buried myself in work. Now that I have started paying a little bit more attention to myself, I am discovering this 'older' guy. And I kinda like him. But then again, I've never really not liked me. I hope.
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