European Impotence

I think Americans and Third World citizens should view European diplomats, polititicians, and foreign policy the same way a women might view a small man driving a powerful sports car. He appears rich and powerful but there is no real power there. There is no powerful European army despite the combined economic might of the European Union. Europe is not approaching irrelevance. Europe is irrelevant. America - speaking in military terms - is free to act how they choose how they act in Iraq. It is possible that China or Russia could oppose America but in this case unlikely. America consults with Europe only out of courtesy. Someone else agrees... Kinda anyway. Europe should grow some.... (No that is going to far. I don't want anybody who hasn't already gotten the joke to get it now.)

Sudden Insight

We are slowly approaching a point that the common man will be able to believe nothing. Society's ability to fake evidence could soon surpass society's ability to detect faked evidence. Any crime could be perfect given sufficiently advanced technology. I call it The Edokpayi Principle of Unknowability Due to Technology.

Did I say something about a Drug Test?

I am inclined to deny all knowledge of any drug tests. To say that no such thing ever happened, that there was never a job offered, that there wasn't even an interview. Don't dare ask me what happened. I might cry. I don't ever cry.
I am home alone tonight again and it Saturday night. I am doing something very wrong.
For the love of all that is good and holy go and see The Guru now!

Untitled

I suppose I could go with "It's almost 2 am and I am tired" as today's title but "Untitled" is short and sweet. I am taking my drug test tomorrow, come rain, come snow, come hellfire, come smoldering Rosie O'Donnell clones falling from the sky.
My roommate, Walt, roped my other roommate's girlfriend (she is his girlfriend right? I can call her that, I think.) into assisting with his law school essay. I ended up helping even though I intended to work out and watch X-Files. All three of us crowded into her one bedroom apartment and kept her awake later than is her normal habit. She was a remarkably good sport about the whole thing and Walt made remarkable progress on the essay.
Shoot! pills...

Mav Maniac

I went to the Mavericks game last night. I went all out. Painted my face in blue and white, wrote the the big three's number on my hands (Michael Finley #4, Steve Nash #13, and Dirk Nowitzki #44) and even wrote "Go" on one arm and "Mavs" on the other. The Mavericks lost.

Sudden Insights

I am starting something on my blog that I'll call "Sudden Insights". Anytime I have a (you guessed it) a sudden insight, or more descriptively an epiphany; I'll post it on the blog and title it "Sudden Insights". Tonight's epiphany is that everything is data. There is nothing real that cannot be represented as information or computation. The world is the sum of a countless computations. In fact, people are data - each individual is only the sum of his thoughts. If you don't think you are little better than dead. Your body and intelligence is only a cage for the essential you - your data.

Why Don't You Get A Job?

I did. Time to celebrate.

You can't go Home Again

Except when you can. I went home today and spoke to my father in person for the first time in almost three months. It was actually good. I got the expected lecture, but I think the change did everyone good.

Dateless in Dallas

It's saturday night and once again I have no date. There is something wrong with this picture. Two of my roommates are out with their women and I am going to be hanging out with my other roomie, his sister, and his mother. And I dare not even look at the sister crosswise. Would be most unwise. I'd tell you there are easier ways to die then to date that girl since all three of my roommates would kill me - as I would them if they tried to date my sister.
We committed four acts of reckless daring late last night. We bungee jumped from a crane, swung in about a 300 foot arc from a gigantic swingset strapped togehter like three logs, rode in a contraption that looked like a very large slingshot with two seats strapped to it, and then fell from a tower with nothing between us and death but a net and four inflatable safety pads. Good fun, I swear. We failed to get any pictures of me doing anything silly and dangerous but we have one of another roomie that might suffice.

Late Night Sweat

Just got back from a light night iron pumping session, and I have to say BET shows some freaky videos late at night. Some dude had a low budget video shot for a song called "White Girls". The song featured the lyric:

Do you have any black in you? Would you like some?

I need to sleep. this roommate of mine and I are making a habit of staying up till the wee hours of the morning. Not healthy...

Extended campaigns of lunacy and madness

Living with these three guys has been too much fun. To be honest that is why I don't post as often now. I am either not home, or I am busy doing something. A man's natural tendency when he has the least bit of disposable income is to buy toys. Quickly, his home becomes his playground. I live in a fairly well-equipped playground with three like minded individuals. Bad behavior is the order of the day. For example, this weekend I believe we are going to jump off something high and dangerous. We will be photographing our efforts, and should I survive, I'll send them to my mom. HI MOM!

I hate it when I lose long posts.....

Cultureshocked

That's what I was today in church. I went at least though. I was more dressed up than the pastor. I was one of maybe 5 men in a congregation of hundreds wearing a suit, I was also one of two black men there. I stood out like a sore thumb. I am also going to be going there for a long time since I live across the street from the church. Church was good for me.

Still Sleepy

I should become a rap star and release an album. I'd call it "ILL". Then I'd release the requisite sequel, "STILL ILL".
This is all to say that today's title should have been "I need more sleep". I am exhausted, and I don't even have a woman calling me every night at midnight like my roommate does.
I had a job interview today. It went well. That isn't enough anymore. I've decided it isn't enough anymore unless you leave and the hiring managers are screaming your name from the window; the receptionist must grab you by the knees and swear her life means nothing unless she can have your children; the CEO must offer you a corner office, a company car, and a chance to marry into his family. Laugh but that is the job market in Dallas. Only exceptional candidates need apply.

Good Writing and New Media

I am now officially an X-Files fanatic.
Watching television and movies lately has convinced me that novels aren't dead or dying or even in danger and that reading isn't really going away. A text is still a text when it is acted out or read aloud and illustrated. The best texts are now written for movies and televison.Good books are still being written, but often books are most useful as source works for TV, Film, and even games. Watching a textually driven visual work or even playing it is a form of reading. More expensive, but still reading. The same information can be transferred sometimes in more detail as a film, or television show. I don't have time to finish this thought to my satisfaction. But I'd like to say Jonathan Franzen would do well to recognize the shift and adapt. What is important is the content, the storytelling. There is no need to shorten or dumb down a story to make it suitable for visual media, just an expansion of the vocabulary.

I need sleep.

I really get around for somebody with no job, car, or money. I was in Iriving all day today and I went downtown for the Mavericks game with Walt.
I would work more at injecting more narrative style and witty prose into the blog but I am not sleeping enough. I sleep in the living room of the apartment (temporary condition I hope) and I go to bed after one everyone else does and wake up when they do due to the noise. I am a zombie. I need to figure out a time to work out tomorrow.

What was I so sad about?

I am having a little too much fun right now. I am using a friend's computer at the moment so this webspace is going to be a little slow. Especially since I can't see what I am typing.

Moving...

It's bitterly cold in Dallas today. The majority of my worldly goods have been stuffed into a duffel bag, a canvas travel bag, and an old army surplus knapsack. Sadly, my world possessions consist mostly of clothes. I am taking no furniture, no vehicle, and no home electronics. I don't even have a car to sleep in. I also have exactly $115.51 to my name. $100 of that money will be automatically removed from my account on the 28th by Citigroup. It's sad. :(

Never sign up for free business cards. My brother and I did and we just discovered that they had been charging his credit card 6 bucks a month for being in some "savings club".

Apology Retracted

On the 13th I issued an apology and I retracted a statment that I made. The pastor denied ever protecting the child molester and I believed him. Well I was wrong, and unless he has an extremely good explanation and proof to the contrary, he was wrong. Youth, ignorance, etc is no excuse to me. I don't care. I regret involving innocent people but I apologize to no one else. I defy anyone to tell me one thing I wrote that was untrue. Name it and I'll apologize. I wrote harshly and I used dramatic, accusing language, but there is truth to every word. I will probably never be able to speak to certain people again. I don't care. I said it. It was true. I don't apologize.