Don't
Je Wish
you had
33% of the Supreme Court
and Don't Je-wish
you had 15% of the senate
with only 2% of the population?
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Sunday, June 27, 2010
Friday, June 18, 2010
amusing
i found this video today.
for some reason I was amused by it.
what exactly is he laughing at?
such a curious thing.
almost zen like.
it would probably be easier for you to view the video if you went to my blog....
http://life-death-and-thevoid.blogspot.com/
for some reason I was amused by it.
what exactly is he laughing at?
such a curious thing.
almost zen like.
it would probably be easier for you to view the video if you went to my blog....
http://life-death-and-thevoid.blogspot.com/
Friday, June 11, 2010
Ramble.
"Over-parenting" is rampant. people want to parent OTHER peoples kids now. the world is a very dangerous, risk filled world and today's parents are either truly scared of life, or have been tricked by modern marketing that life is a bug and germ filled, bike accident waiting to happen. kids don't play baseball anymore because it's dirty and they get grass stains and MRSA. Guitar Hero or bowling on the Wii are just as much fun. so they protect and protect their little eggs.
is that what life is? a series of "least dangerous" decisions? where is the risk? where is the gamble? it seems to me that when looking only at the small decisions in front of you, you are like a rat in a maze. funny, there were times driving in las vegas that I felt like a rat in a maze. almost every route you took in las vegas had walls. as soon as you left your driveway you were in a maze of walls. every house had walls around the back yard. there were walls to the exit of each neighborhood. there were walls around each neighborhood. with gates that would open and close automatically. it was insane just to go to the grocery store. i think it made me listen to the wierdest avant-jazz music during this period. Incorporating electric organ into the mix. you've probably heard of the group 'Mediski, Martin & Wood'. these guys were even more out there. Their name was Zony Mash. man if I could have seen them in concert. (I don't think they tour anymore). I'm going to try and find them and add them to my playlist. check em out if you feel like exploring a saltwater taffy-like experience to circus music.
but i digress.
Back to the walls and mazes of Las Vegas. there where wall routes to the store, to the gym, to the gas station, to burger king. every place you wanted or needed to go in your car was located at the end of a series of left or right turns. stop lights where everywhere. in maddeningly close intervals too. sometimes you'd stop, then go 20 ft and be stopped by another red light! but there was one place to go to that had the coolest route no matter which side of town you were on....
The Strip.
no matter which outskirts of town you found yourself in. Summerlin, Green Valley, Southern Highlands, you had a cool trip to the strip. maybe because every route to the strip involves taking a main highway. the 515, the 215, 15, or the 93/95. you had 5 lanes of sheer speed. in my 10 yrs there, I only started seeing cops and accidents in the last 2. before that it was like nascar out there. the capacity of the outer beltways was much higher than it needed at the time. and therefore there were NO cops patrolling or speed trapping or hiding behind cement barriers. it was just pedal to the medal for your entire trip. and the outer beltway had twists and curves and banks over hills. go SpeedRacer go. and i didn't see any accidents. i can't remember one bad one in the first 8 yrs. not one ambulance. but maybe that's just my perception. i always had two hands on the wheel and pressed in to the back of my seat. there were countless nights when I would crack triple digits on the speedometer. FOR 10 MILES. at midnight. pitch dark. and the orange streetlamps lit the way. on my way home from the strip, the mountains made it so you couldn't see anything. it was as if you were driving into the void. the Orange Gatorade lit highways all drove into some blue wall as if a speederbike in TRON. it was a blast. it's midnight and it's 75 degrees out. the top is down and the wind is blowing by at 100 mph. the radio is cranking whatever crazy jam from the 1972 Grateful dead bootleg i picked out. its madness. your brain gets super oxygenated from the air rush. sometimes i would purposely miss my exist just to keep driving. it was fun. can I be any clearer? but then there was the Spaghetti bowl. and it was a cement version of exactly that. cement linguine going over and under and clogging with traffic and construction. it was at capacity most of the time. there was no zigging or zagging here. it was more like : as soon as you see your exit start getting over at least a mile in advance. and be careful of the screaming white panel van coming up over your right. it's in the merge lane but the driver is going for it. suddenly you're down to 1/4 mile to your exit and you've got to get over 3 lanes! I just downshifted and revved it high zapping past a couple Corolla's and a Sentra. just to make it in time. not so fun.
driving in the country is like the difference between the boardgames Chutes & Ladders to the city's Mousetrap design.
to be continued.....
is that what life is? a series of "least dangerous" decisions? where is the risk? where is the gamble? it seems to me that when looking only at the small decisions in front of you, you are like a rat in a maze. funny, there were times driving in las vegas that I felt like a rat in a maze. almost every route you took in las vegas had walls. as soon as you left your driveway you were in a maze of walls. every house had walls around the back yard. there were walls to the exit of each neighborhood. there were walls around each neighborhood. with gates that would open and close automatically. it was insane just to go to the grocery store. i think it made me listen to the wierdest avant-jazz music during this period. Incorporating electric organ into the mix. you've probably heard of the group 'Mediski, Martin & Wood'. these guys were even more out there. Their name was Zony Mash. man if I could have seen them in concert. (I don't think they tour anymore). I'm going to try and find them and add them to my playlist. check em out if you feel like exploring a saltwater taffy-like experience to circus music.
but i digress.
Back to the walls and mazes of Las Vegas. there where wall routes to the store, to the gym, to the gas station, to burger king. every place you wanted or needed to go in your car was located at the end of a series of left or right turns. stop lights where everywhere. in maddeningly close intervals too. sometimes you'd stop, then go 20 ft and be stopped by another red light! but there was one place to go to that had the coolest route no matter which side of town you were on....
The Strip.
no matter which outskirts of town you found yourself in. Summerlin, Green Valley, Southern Highlands, you had a cool trip to the strip. maybe because every route to the strip involves taking a main highway. the 515, the 215, 15, or the 93/95. you had 5 lanes of sheer speed. in my 10 yrs there, I only started seeing cops and accidents in the last 2. before that it was like nascar out there. the capacity of the outer beltways was much higher than it needed at the time. and therefore there were NO cops patrolling or speed trapping or hiding behind cement barriers. it was just pedal to the medal for your entire trip. and the outer beltway had twists and curves and banks over hills. go SpeedRacer go. and i didn't see any accidents. i can't remember one bad one in the first 8 yrs. not one ambulance. but maybe that's just my perception. i always had two hands on the wheel and pressed in to the back of my seat. there were countless nights when I would crack triple digits on the speedometer. FOR 10 MILES. at midnight. pitch dark. and the orange streetlamps lit the way. on my way home from the strip, the mountains made it so you couldn't see anything. it was as if you were driving into the void. the Orange Gatorade lit highways all drove into some blue wall as if a speederbike in TRON. it was a blast. it's midnight and it's 75 degrees out. the top is down and the wind is blowing by at 100 mph. the radio is cranking whatever crazy jam from the 1972 Grateful dead bootleg i picked out. its madness. your brain gets super oxygenated from the air rush. sometimes i would purposely miss my exist just to keep driving. it was fun. can I be any clearer? but then there was the Spaghetti bowl. and it was a cement version of exactly that. cement linguine going over and under and clogging with traffic and construction. it was at capacity most of the time. there was no zigging or zagging here. it was more like : as soon as you see your exit start getting over at least a mile in advance. and be careful of the screaming white panel van coming up over your right. it's in the merge lane but the driver is going for it. suddenly you're down to 1/4 mile to your exit and you've got to get over 3 lanes! I just downshifted and revved it high zapping past a couple Corolla's and a Sentra. just to make it in time. not so fun.
driving in the country is like the difference between the boardgames Chutes & Ladders to the city's Mousetrap design.
to be continued.....
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