11/1/01 Reflections from the past
It's a calm Thursday night. My week is basically over and I'm glad of that. I've been very busy.
Let's see what's new. Umm ok first a plug for Ben Folds. Buy his new CD "Rockin' the Suburbs" just do it, don't ask questions, you'll love it. If my neighbors don't know all the songs by heart than there is something wrong with them, I play this CD waaaaaaaayyyyyy too much.
Last night I wrote a song, yeah me. I used an old poem that I wrote and it fits nicely. It's a simple song, I hope to expand on it a little bit more but if I don't it's no big deal. I looked through my old poetry also. A lot of it can be hard to read. Being in one state of mind while writing and now in a different one can be difficult. It's difficult comprehending being different, it's hard to comprehend that I will probably change again some more and I can not totally foretell how. I'm going for better. But what is better for me? Is better for me going to be pursuing neuropsych or will I find something else that clicks with a larger spark later? Is better bonding with those around me and strengthening those relationships or will that go too? What the hell mood am I in, arg. I'm feeling pulled tonight. Usually I feel more postive, more on target, go for neuropsych, go for strengthening relationships. I think that just reading my old pieces have jolted me a bit. And now I write for myself for those of you who want to continue reading that's fine, but this is for me. When i was sixteen this is how I felt:
That was back in the day. Almost 6 years ago. I'm not even sure quite how much of what I wrote is the whole truth. But it's what I seem to remember. An interesting psychological concept is that when someone remembers something, even if it is inaccurate, it is actually more important than the actual facts because what a person remembers (even if skewed) affects what they do in a situation and their time after. If this is how I remember some incidents of my childhood then it's helped me to shape who I am today. I'm responsible, motivated, caring (although I think i've been very good about dropping the mothering act, I used to do it to my friends without realizing it and it sucked, so I think I've stopped pretty much completely), protective of those I care about, realiable, and of course I'm smahhht (but that doesn't have to do with this). I'm sure I could describe myself a lot more but just get to know me, you'll see who I am.
As for why I shared that story. I was talking to my brother the other day and he was surprised that I have a webjournal because he feels that I am a private person. I never really thought about that before, I'm pretty open, if you ask questions you get answers. I've never shared that part of my life, I've kept a lot of my childhood under wraps. Much of it was very good, I could talk about all the fun I had learning to ride a bike, or birthdays, or how my dad convinced me that he was a pirate (grin),how my mother went to rehab for 2 months and came back better (go mom!), and a lot of other great things, they have shaped me too. Maybe I'll write about those sometimes too, the pirate story is a good one, as is the one about how my dad has "warp drive" in the old volvo, those stories have shaped me too (the word naive comes to mind, oh well). So I'm not asking for anyone's sympathy or compassion, I'm just showing a more complete me. I think when you let people into different sides of you, even if that side may not exist anymore, it helps people to understand you better. I do not feel alone, resentment, or strain as I did then. I like who I am now. And Mom, if you read this, I think when I was younger I resented you for how I felt as a kid sometimes. But today I couldn't ask more from you than to be the greatest friend you've been to me. I love you mom.
10/21/01 Turning a new leaf
Well it looks like life is looking better. I've shed a skin away and I'm trying to get used to the new one. Friendships have dropped and the ones that remain are only becoming stronger. School and work are kicking my ass but I'm kicking back and staying afloat.
I had an incredible guitar lesson a couple of days ago. My teacher and I did more talking then playing but some realizations about playing and why people are driven by music became more concrete. We talked about how the highest goal one can attain in music is to get flow. Flow being creativity. I think it may be the flow of the greats (Dvorak, Rachmaninov <---- I got the spelling correct this time) that compels me to listen to them and attain a high every time I do. The thought that flow is attainable is a great goal. I'm trying to use my guitar teacher's methods of practice with clarinet as well. I think if I apply his practice methods (lots of focus on muscle relaxation is one of the techniques) I will see a gigantic improvement in my playing, although it's going to be hard to break through the barriers that I have with clarinet(being taught how to play and how to practice for about 12 years is a hard thing to re-program) I think I can do it.
As for the weekend. I had a good weekend. I made some extra spending money on Friday evening by babysitting. Saturday I worked on my debate case all day. It's coming along well. It's about increasing technology at the Canadian and Mexican borders which will decrease the numbers of terrorists who can slip through the borders. Well yeah, that's a very brief understanding of my case. Later in the day I had a clarinet lesson, which went pretty well. I'm focusing on learning how to tongue faster (ok guys no gross comments, I know what you're thinking, you too Xtina ahahah) and it's going well. Then in the evening I met up with Christina (aka Xtina), Hawver, and John. We all had Indian food in Kenmore Square. I had the sweetest coconut soup I've ever had in my life! I couldn't even finish it. Then we went to Tower to try to find the MYSTY 3K DVD, no luck. We then went to John's and watched the Big Lebowski. I've seen that movie two and a half times now and each time I see it I like it more and more. On Sunday I found out where John is ticklish (but I won't tell, ya'll will have to find out for yourselves). I did homework, even stuff that is due on Wednesday so I'm on a roll. Then I went over to Spot's place to see some Shatner movie, I can't remember what it was called but it was very funny. I must say that Spot and Kate's baby Lucy is *WICKED* cute.
So to rap up "Yo I had a wiggidy wack weekend wit all my dogs" well ok maybe that's not the wrap up you were looking for, but close enough. Peace.
10/15/01 It's been a while...
So yeah it's been a while since I've written and of course things have happened. Umm let's see what's important. I've having trouble thinking, I think I fried my brain between yesterday and today. I can sing a bunch of American folk tunes for you if you'd like, I had to study/memorize them for a test today. Something tells me that's not what you want though. Right now i'm clearing my head listening to the Moulin Rouge soundtrack, it's a fun listen. Hmm that's what I'll start writing about.
Music. Music is my therapy. I just got back and the first thing I've done is to turn on some music, now I'm on to Ben Folds (previously Ben Folds Five), I love the way that music hits me. I love bass, I love it when I can feel my internal organs pounding along to it. Whether it be classical or anything else I love a strong thick bass, something that drives rhythm. I'm still as big a fan as I ever was of Rachmoninoff and Dvorak. Going to concerts, any kind, can be a religous (if you will) experience to me.
Another thing that I think is interesting about music is how it drives thoughts and emotions. Sometimes while listening I'll assossiate the music with events, or I'll pick music to suit or change my mood. I find it amazing how that works, or further more how I don't know how that works. Hmm I should see if there are any research projects going on around here about that for this summer and next year. Speaking of which, I'm on a research project now for Dr. O'Connor on lobectomy patients who have epilepsy and their memory. It's pretty neat and I'm learning a lot, digging through the material is a bit tedious with all the other school work I have but I'm working on it slowly but surely. Dr. O'Connor said that I would be a co-author so that means I'll be published, probably by the time I graduate or before then.
Bach to music (yes it's a pun, not a spelling error). I find it fascinating that I can turn on music and it puts me at such ease when I've had a long day. Or when I'm feeling miserable, which isn't often, and it picks me up out of the ditch. Or when I'm fine and it makes me cry, although that's usually because of assossiation more so than the actual music.
And then there's this thing where I listen to certain cds obsessively. It's like I listen to them until something else better comes along. Even worse is when I listen to songs multiple times over. I'm surprised that my neighbors haven't killed me yet. I think when I listen to songs over and over and over again I get a better feel for them, I understand the music more. I try to hear each line of music seperately. One thing that I really like in music are the rests. Pauses can be so effective. I think I'm just rambling about this because I've missed my beloved music over the last couple of days and it's just so amazing what I get from it. Does anyone else get this?
I'll write more about actual events as of late, later.
9/27/01 1:36am. Late night visions
So I have some time to myself tonight. I don't have to work tomorrow so I have the option of putting off homework for a brief moment and centering on myself a bit. I was looking in the mirror this evening and had some interesting thoughts. The first were all vain ones, I felt oddly attracted to myself. I couldn't help but notice how healthy I look, eyes bright, skin clear, hair shiny, and the body isn't doing too bad either (Billy Blanks and I are having a good time working out, soon I'll be the Tae Bo master). I look deeply at my face and then almost frightened I saw my eyes and thought that these eyes, my eyes, have seen everything I have done. The whole time taking everything into it's perception. I looked into my own eyes and saw strength and at the same time I felt fearful to delve that deep into my self, afraid to be sucked into my own future potential. I've seen a glimpse, a very helpful glimpse of who I am and how I want to look at myself in the future.
I think it would be helpful to continue with this type of self observation.
Hmm what else. Well let's see. Work is going well, I went into work with the intension of asking Dr Oconnor about possible research positions for next year. I didn't get to talk to her that day but I did talk to this PhD student who I work with and she's very interested in bringing some of her research over to the hospital. She also seemed very enthusiastic to bring me onto her research, as something that seemed like more than just being an assistant. The research would be on how people with Depression and Schizophrenia cognitively function. It's not really the type of research that I'm totally interested in but it would be a good start especially if this student is interested in me being a real part of the research group and not just some monkey to get her coffee. But first I'll have to see if she can bring her work to the hospital.
School is going pretty well. I like my classes although the work load can be tough at times. I'm having my first Calculus exam on Monday so I'll be studying hard for that.
Remarks about last week: My grandmother's services all went very well. It was actually nice to meet some family that I have never met even under the circumstances. Playing with the kitties at my mom's house for a few days didn't hurt either. As usual my sister is still a jackass but hey, maybe that will change someday. My grandfather seems to be doing surprisingly well. At the buriel it was hard to watch my mother, she cried a lot. I think she was really remembering when she first went to her own mother's funeral about 20 years ago. I can't imagine my mother dieing. Don't even like to think about it.
As for the "other" happening, and I'm sure we all know what that other thing is from my last post. I'm doing well. It's been nice not having to worry about what a person does because I don't feel for her as much. Losing friendships can be beneficial I guess, that does sound weird but it's better than second guessing a friend all the time. Personally, it's better to have fewer yet stronger relationships than more that you have to be cautious of.
I know I'm growing. Some choices are becoming easier to make while at the same time I am having hard choices to think about and those are harder to decide on(am I making sense?? hmm). Next year I plan to work at the hospital and try to do some research under some different doctors so that I can try to find my niche before I go to graduate school, which I plan to go to directly after my year off. I suppose it's not really a year off though, it's a year to study for the GRE, to get my applications ready, to find my niche, and further personal growth. It's been easier to focus on what I'm doing lately because I'm realizing that I am the only one that counts right now. I can't let others stop me because of personal let down, they can't hold me back. My dream is there, as hazy it seems, for me to make into a reality and I alone can only do that.
9/17/01 Personal Tragedy Strikes.
Today my Grandmother has died. She had some strange sort of cancer. I didn't really know my Grandmother that well, she was my step-grandmother actually. My fondest memory of time spent with her was when I would help her to wash dishes after Thanksgiving Day dinner when I was a child. She used to give us all the pleasure of letting us hear her sing (ok maybe it was just funny cause she was a pretty bad singer). Wednesday through Friday I have many family services to attend. The wake, then a mass, and then a buriel. No one in my family has ever died that I have known. Wakes scare me. I went to one once a few years ago and everything is just so eerie. And now I feel for my Grandfather because he is now alone for a second time.
And tragedy number two. Lea sucks. There is a saying "fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me." I have slowly gathered information that she has still been sleeping with Will, my x-boyfriend. I don't know what is wrong with her but she feels the need to do stupid sh*t all the time to the people she supposedly cares about. She seems to think that because she and Will are friends that it is ok to fool around, but I guess that's cause she thinks it's ok to fool around with all of her male friends. It's not ok because it disrespects me and I thought that we had a tighter bond than that. As for Will, I don't care what he does because I don't rely on him for anything, I have known that he is not dependable or respectable.
Lea has always been fortunate enough to either never have been caught for doing wrong or never having serious repercutions. Not this time. I refuse to be friends with someone who can try to justify being so evil. I will not be fooled again.
9/11/01 Collective Memory
Today my country has been violated. I was at work at the hospital when I found out that terrorists had high jacked planes and then used them as bombs to destroy the World Trade Center. I am still now consumed by shock. My cohorts and I will not forget this moment, for the first time in my history I am old enough to understand and be so touched by what has happened. I was nieve enough to think that "we" were safe. In years to come my peers will talk about where they were and what they were doing during this horrific event. It frightens me to think that anyone could and would give rise to this kind of destruction. I am fortunate enough to have all my friends and family unharmed. Peace be with you.
7/25/01 Go Red Sox!
Yesterday Brendan and I went to go see the Red Sox play the Toronto Blue Jays at Fenway Park. I had forgotten how fun seeing a game can be. Our seats were near third base. It was quite amusing how people love certain players like Ramirez and how they would boo other players. There are also some strange rituals, if you can call them that, during games like the wave, 7th inning stretch, and going crazy when El Guapo gets on the field.
Last weekend I went with Brendan and Steve up to New Hampshire to spend some time on Lake Squam. It was great, so relaxing and nice, even if it was for just one day.
I just started reading Consilience by Edward O'Wilson and I like it so far, he's an energetic writer.
Let's see, other random stuff. I started making a quilt by hand. The job is good. Summer is good and that's about it for now. Ciao.
7/1/01 Hemophiliac
And then I hurt.
You put the knife in and I let it be.
The blood drains out until I am done of it.
Now turning the knife.
As if I wasn�t hurt enough before
My open wound now sore
A scab will never grow there.
The skin will continue to puss and bruise until a removal is made.
This knife, handle exposed
And all I have to do is pull, pull this blade, throw it from my soul.
The knowledge that I will temporarily bleed remains in my consciousness.
But the truth is that a scab will heal this soul
And the knife will be gone.
In other news I pulled a 180 this weekend. My life at the apartment has changed a little bit. Hmm what to say, I guess I'll leave it at that. I hate not telling all but when others are involved it's not right. I did have a good weekend though, Brendan, Chris Baylor, and I went to 6 Flags on Friday. It was fun to scare the pants off myself going on the Scream ride (a straight shot up in the air and then back down). On Saturday Brendan and I went to see Lea down on the Cape. That was fun except that my back is now the color of a red crayola crayon. Today I met up with Han and we talked and talked and talked. Tomorrow I get to sit in on some brain imaging done on musicians that should be great. Over and out. 6/9/01 A Living Moral Compass.
I am now documenting a moment that I would like to share with myself in the future, I'm putting it here as a reminder to myself. I won't share details with my "viewers" about this one but I just have to say that people are unpredictable and when you think you know someone or something it may change before your eyes in an instant.
I was always taught as a child to treat others as you would like to be treated and that this in the end would benefit you. I've followed this proudly and expected it of others. I'm good to people but instead of receiving good I've received yet another emotional beating from those that I cherished. Why am I a carpet for muddy feet?
And a lesson to learn. Love. It's something in this world that not everyone gets, if you get it you don't have to give it back, just appreciate it for what it is before it vanishes.
I saw Moulin Rouge last week, it was very good and reminded me of the pursuit for Truth, Freedom, Beauty, and Love. Go see it.
Are there truly any good people out there anymore
5/14/01 In the New Place!
Well, it's been a long long time since I've written and lots has happened. First off, I'm in an apartment for the summer in Boston. If I've neglected to give you my new info please contact me. I have three roomates Emily, Brendan, and Steve. I know Emily from school, Brendan and Steve I don't know for beans. It should be an interesting experience. I'll be working at the Beth Israel hospital part time in the Behavioral Neurology department giving assessment tests. I may also take on a research position. I am now free of school for the summer because I just finished my last final today, I'm psyched!!
I went to Western Kentucky a few weeks ago to compete at the Lincoln Douglas National Debate tournament. It was awesome to meet so many other debaters. I won two of my six rounds, now you may be thinkings "that's not so good", but considering who I was up against I was quite pleased. Overall I learned a lot about excellent debate strategy and I'm all ready to kick some ass next semester when we debate about international terrorism. If you come across any information about international terrorism please email it to me.
I'm still getting information to write my essay comparing Job and Ender so keep a look out for that.
And lastly, I am revamping my page. In a couple of weeks it should have a completely different look and the pictures page will finally work.
3/30/01 It's Raining it's Pouring...
So I'm sitting here at work (Residence Life at Simmons) and I'm thinking of what to write this update about.
I'll start with the week in review. On Tuesday I went to my internship and learned that I'll be making twelve dollars an hour. I can't wait to have money. I've been broke all year, my savings is diminishing slowly, and I'm sick of worrying about finances. When I do have money in the near future I plan to buy a new computer and then a guitar. I also found out that I'll be giving assessment tests, I even have a title job title, although at this moment I can't remember what it is, psychosomething ; ). All this searching for an internship has paid off. Because I'll be working in Boston for the summer, I plan to stay in town. Yesterday I looked at Sigma Chi on Beacon street to stay in. Let me tell you, frat boys are quite uninformative! Most questions were answered with a "umm yeah maybe", quite frustrating. Also when I emailed the frat the house manager told me there were plenty of doubles, triples, and quads. I want to get a double with my friend Emily. The guy who gave us the tour said that there would only be triples and quads available, arg. So the summer housing search continues. If you know of somewhere I can live email me. Ok I need to get back to work for a bit, but I'll finish updating later today.
4/4/01 A few days later...
Today I had the pleasure of traveling to the Wrentham District Courthouse because I had jury duty. Unfortunately I sat for two and a half hours just so I could get dismissed. The case looked very interesting also, it was a criminal case under assault and battery with a knife by a guy about my age. I think I got dismissed because I'm young, oh well. The drive was very nice, no traffic, I could blast the radio, and generally make a fool of myself as I sang at the top of my lungs. Later that day I came back to Needham, went by PTC to grab Hawver for lunch (hahah that sounds funny). And now I'm sitting and writing an update.
So let's see what else is up. Raz (aka Hammy), the hampster, is good. I'll be taking pictures of him tomorrow with a digital camera that I'm borrowing from Simmons's Media Center. We've hung out a lot lately, I've started to teach him a trick so keep your eyes out for some Raz footage. I looked at another frat yesterday, it seems really nice, it's on Beacon. Hopefully a double will open up for me and Emily to live in.
I've been reading Ender's Game by Orson Scott Card. I actually emailed Card the other day to ask if Ender's Game was meant to parallel the Book of Job at all. I'm seeing some similarities between the two books. I know that he's read my email, although he hasn't written back yet, I hope he does. Either way I'm going to start examining Job and Ender so that I can write a short piece on it (I know I haven't written any essays that I said I would in a while but I'm going to make a strong effort to get this one done, there is an especially big push for me to do this because I like the Book of Job a lot and so far Ender's Game is awesome). For anyone who hasn't read any of the Old Testament, I would recommend in doing so. I know that both the Book of Job and the Book of Esther are very good.
A quick note to Mike Shapiro. I know have a registered domain name at www.neurogirl.com. Thanks!
Ok it's a beautiful day, what are you doing still reading my page??! Get out there!! Ciao
I'm having a lovely spring break with snow dumping itself onto Massachusetts. Unlike most people I chose to stay at school over spring break so that I could work and make some needed money. Unfortunatly work was canceled because of the snow for two days. I've also been fending for myself in the food department which has been interesting. Thanks to Justin, my roomate's boyfriend, we have eaten fairly well this week. All in all it's been a decent break. I've gotten a lot of school work done as well as some reading. I finished Heinlein's Starship Troopers yesterday. I especially liked a part that had to do with just punishment. The idea simply states that our culture does not punish for wrong doings until a person is of legal age, at which point we scold them mercifully. A comparison is made between our system of punishment and puppy raising. If we punished minors when they do something wrong then they will be taught not to do wrong. I liked this book a lot and will be reading more Heinlein in near the future.
For fun I have hung out with friends. Last night I went to the Linwood Bar in Boston for their open mic night. It was pretty fun, some good singer/song writers, and some not so good. Maybe in a couple of weeks I'll get up the nerve to go and play something there. Talking about singing and song writing, Lea and I have decided that we need to rock. So tonight we are going to start playing together on guitar and vocals. I think it may work out pretty well, and if not it will be fun trying.
The last of the Austria Pictures are up. Check them out!
In other news: I'm going in next week to talk to the Neuropsychologist I've been interning under about a paid position. She wants me to have it so now we just need to figure out if my schedule works with hers. I'm psyched!
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himself from the whole. I wrote this on Valentine's Day. I haven't written in almost a year. It's quite thrilling to finally put something down on paper that I feel is worth reading. Maybe this will be the start of a beautiful friendship between me and poetry, I was once dependent on her and we have since lost touch. Getting reaquinted can be awkward but I think we're off to a good start. On another personal note. I saw the movie Chasing Amy with Will the other day. I would strongly recommend this movie. I haven't been a huge fan of Mall Rats or Dogma because they were just "sit back and drain out" type of movies but Chasing Amy really made me think. It made me think about something truely very sad to the point of tears. I have never made love, or been made love to, whatever you want to call it. I've had sex. Not to say that sex doesn't have many levels alone, because I think it does. I've had both very intense sex, once I was so wrapped up in it that I could almost no longer feel what flesh was mine and what was his, and other times I've had poor sex, no need for description. I think making love should be like my intense sexual experience added with the intense experience of two people being in love. I think that would be a great heightened experience to reach. Someday. In Dani News: I turned 21 last Sunday. At midnight I went out with Will, Gregory, and Mike Rosetti to have a couple of drinks. It was fun. And for people's information, no one had to hold my hair above the porcelin bus and I was fine in the morning. Also 1/12/00 The New Guestbook is up. I guess the old one was broken but I didn't know until a few days ago. So go sign away (scroll down it's at the bottom of the page) 1/6/00 More Prague Pictures! Even More Prague Pictures.
Happy New Year! 1/5/00
This holiday season I�ve been thinking about acceptance. I have been in the process of learning that I need to accept things as they come and not to disillusion myself into thinking that acceptance can wait. To accept something means to look at a situation for what it is, not at what it could be nor what it had been, but to look at it in the present time and to see things for what they are in the moment. In the end acceptance means facing truths and stepping forward.
I did some free association writing (you just write what ever comes to mind even if you disagree with it) and found that I have been trying to and have accepted these things. Some of these things I don't really agree with and I'll put a (*) next to those ones.
12/13/00 Prague Pictures!
11/10/00 Howdy Ho Visitors. If you can't already tell, I've been watching a lot of South Park lately. Today is one of those lazy days, I don't have class or work, I suppose I should get some studying in later but for now I'll update my site.
10/24/00 It's been one of "those" weeks. I just wish I could scream as loud as I wanted or to cry rivers, although I think this would take out too much time in my day. Today was definatly one of those days when I just felt the weight of the earth coming down at me. I'm balancing a lot right now and I feel like I'm going to break. I explain it like standing on the edge of a mountain, the next thing that creeps up behind me is going to knock me down. I imagine into a rage of sorts.
>10/7/00 WOW a NEW UPDATE
>9/11/00The College Scene!
6/21 I'm BACK Hey all, I'm back from my trip to Austria.
It was great, a bit long for my liking but overall a wonderful experience.
Tomorrow I plan to get my pictures developed so that I can start my scrap
book which I will scan onto my page, hopefully sooner than later.
Austria
5/6/00
......The prospect of living for hundreds or even thousands of years is approaching and I am unprepared to make a decision. ......My first thought was to choose death because that choice seemed like the natural thing to do as well as something I�m expected to do as a mortal human being, never having the choice to live or die (with the exception of suicide). Last week I attended the BON salon and since then have been pondering about the possibilities of life extension. I have broadened my knowledge about the possibilities of my life extension instead of being naive about the topic, therefore forming an uneducated opinion, hence previously choosing death. One could say I'm pro-life now ; ) ......Ayn Rand would say that the primary value is to sustain life. Why should I have ever considered death the good decision when existance is so much more fufilling? The possibilities become endless when life can continue for an exasperatingly long time. In essence I could do anything that I wanted, to perfection. So maybe someday I really will be a rock star, a famous psychologist, a composer, or any number of things that I�ve just glimpsed at marveling to be. The quality of human life will rise because we will be changing our expectations of the human body�s capacity and capabilities. Death is frightful because it is the end. I have very rarely found (infact I can not think of a time) ending anything that I derive pleasure from to be of satisfaction. The possibility of my death has never haunted me as much as the death of my loved ones. When I think of my father playing guitar or having conversations with my mother it makes me realize that those future moments I may share with them should not be sacrificed, if they had a choice to extend their life. It upsets me that they will most likely not have the opportunity to have a choice that I may be fortunate enough to have in the future. ......People will disagree with the possibility of life extension because they feel it is not natural. Why is applying the achievement of the human mind seen as unnatural? What could be more natural then using what we, as human beings, have actualized to improve our quality of life. Today, I am in awe of what individuals have accomplished, especially in the sciences. By simply walking down the street I can see the harmony between nature and man�s inventions. It�s amazing how far the human race has come and how much further we will go in the near future. To gaze upon the future will be to gaze upon man�s creation. 5/4/00
For more information on life extension click here. "The First Immortal" by James L. Halperin has also been recommended, I'll be reading this shortly. Also a children's book titled "Tuck Everlasting" is a good quick read about a family that lives forever. 4/19/00
Ok my page is pretty much content based now, in other words all my links on The Stuff page work! Isn't it grand. Hmm although I should have been writing a paper I decided to do this instead. You ask if I'm a procrastinator? Me! NO WAY ahah.
Ok, well you guys know me. But I don't know who exactly is viewing my site. Drop me a line and tell me about yourself, furthermore for all my viewers, SEND me some input about my site!
Ok, yes I threw this together. I will organize soon. 4/14/00
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4/1/00 Something new to SURF Fun story guys. Today I rode the Green Line T to Riverside. Usually I bring a book along or at least some homework to do cause it's about a half hour ride to Riverside from the stop that I normally get on at and I love to multi-task, so the T is a perfect opportunity to do so. Today I forgot my book but found something entertaining to do! I surfed the T! For those of you who still don't understand what crazyiness I'm writing about, surfing the T is just riding the rail "no hands" style while standing. I have surfed the T before but today was a tad more exciting. Instead of standing on a stationary part of the T I stood on the rotating middle section. While standing on this wobbly (spelling?) area I got even more daring and began jumping around on it and attempting to do a 360 degree turn. I noticed that about 90% of the people on the T look like they would rather be buried under dirt than be there. I suggest this new strategy of travel. I also found it incredibly interesting to practice balancing while hitting bumps and going around turns. It was an incredible feeling to really tune into myself as I would slighty move this way or that to keep from tumbling down the T isle. Becoming "one" with the T was a grand experience and a whole lot of fun. So next time you are bored on the T just Surf! 3/29/00
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3/22/00 Only 3 of my own links work, these are The Stuff, Me, and Music. The rest will be up soon! Today (3/18/00) is the greatest day there ever was...
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