My gun is still the best!

I just love the pair on this guy. lol

Your gun sucks, mine ownz!

There's no sound, but still, each step, my shoes crunch the snow.

There's no motion, but still, the wind blows solidly upon my face.

Snowflakes brush me, and the cold cradles me.

It was so long ago that I started this walk, a walk to a home that stands no more.

I have nothing at my destination; I only remember how to walk.

It was in this snowy world that I should have been warm.

It was I that failed for walking away so very late; or did I?

Perhaps the home never was.

Perhaps the snow was never to come.

Perhaps it isn't now.

But I walk. Why? It is all I know.

Perhaps a stranger will take me in for a night or two.

But I walk. Why? It is all I know.

So I walk.

There are times in life where it becomes natural to ask yourself certain questions. I had grown up with the impact of the standard philosophies that all men are expected to read at some point in this day and age, and like so many others, I found them lacking. The one prevailing thing was a sense of falsehood - there was no truth to be found among these things. We must make our own truths.

It was not until late in my youth that I began to realize this one fundamental truth. Certainly I had questions as I grew - does not all Man? The difference that comes with some maturity, however, is the willingness to accept the consequences of your thought. There is a certain disconnect that stands between thought and action, and it is a disconnect that most of us will never truly sever. Perhaps Nietzsche managed it in whole; I do not know.

Let us be plain. We live most of our lives in thinly veiled lies. It is true some of these things may, in fact, not be lies at all, but metaphorical interpretations of a greater truth. However, they come with no real guidance or instruction, which is of little actual value in a practical sense. Therefore, the summary of most of them amounts to nothing more but falsehood, simply because it is impossible to be certain as to whether or not we are implementing them properly. In this lies the crutch of the thing; how does man tell truth?

I would tend to believe that, just as Plato demonstrated with his cave that our realities are based on perception, so are our fundamental truths. If we take things to a fundamental level, how can things that cause us pain be good, and things that cause us joy be bad? They can not. They can, in a more far-reaching vision, be bad in the sense that they may deprive us of some greater joy later on. However, as a whole, I do believe that good and evil are defined primarily by the impact that they have upon us, not by some codex which we adhere to out of habit. The true question however is whether or not this Good and Evil are the true balance by which we must define our society. Perhaps society requires a greater evil than it does good, or perhaps it requires a greater good than evil. This is the meat of the matter that we must discover as a society; that stands without argument. However, I would argue that as individuals we must discover our own truths, and then work to integrate them with the truths of society; for man is a thinking animal and only in thought, and in personal satisfaction of thought, will we ever find true peace.

In this, I wish you good luck.

Ok, so it's been a bloody long time since I posted anything. There's some news to be shared.

1) I am most likely going to take a job in Washington, D.C. I look forward to the idea of moving there; it's a beautiful city, and I have some friends there.

2) I went to go visit Alicia in D.C. while I was there for the interview. Alicia is, in fact, as great a person as we all expected her to be, and then some. She's also incredibly beautiful. @};-

3) I am very, very tired.

Cheers.

This is just wrong

This is just pure evil. http://www.theregister.co.uk/2005/12/13/disney_download/

"I'll return to you soon, my love, and we will spend a merry time together." They danced the last dance of their wedding. She took from her hat a beautiful white carnation, stuck it into the button hole of his red coat, and wept.

Three days of thunder passed at Waterloo, and when all was done, the one thing that remained of beauty was a white carnation laying upon the grassy knoll; and even that, stained with red.

"How now Holy Roman Empire?"
- Unknown

A piece of graffiti discovered by my friend Alan at a construction site near Berkeley in August of 2001.

Know that you'll always be alright,
know that I'll always hold you.

No matter what happens to you,
no matter how my life has changed.

I'll always catch you when you fall,
I'll always have a shoulder waiting.

Come a little closer for some comfort,
come a little closer so I can help.

Just a token for you to rely on,
just a token for me to remember.

Some bonds are made imperfect and weak,
some bonds cover your lifetime boldly.

Never will I fail to try to understand,
never will I fail to forgive you all.

In me you'll always find your best friend,
in me you'll always find a willing hand.

P.S.: I love you.

There's nothing quite like a hot cup of coffee when you're talking a walk at 5am on a freezing cold day.

Looking for Quality

This is really just a note. Making very high quality MP3 imports at high data rates, from your CD collection, is actually a pretty lengthy process. LAME at 192kbps with quality 9 is pretty slow. I'm very mildly annoyed.