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industrious

sephon — Tue, 29 Jul 2008 21:53:57 -0700

After many hours of focused endeavor I have managed to whittle my waiting stumble links to just shy of a hundred. Srsly.

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unexceptional

sephon — Sun, 25 Nov 2007 12:07:05 -0800

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sephon — Sat, 10 Nov 2007 00:54:32 -0800

molded, poured overflowing
crushed glass powder bones,
roped muscle, swollen fists
shaking, indignant at
mute, shadow draped gods
no puppet, no plaything this
no, terribly knowing
pains, perversion, peace
intermittent sleep hazy
white noise nights
surface, drift awake to
realization, pad foot creeping
idols and lovers and
us led astray

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sephon — Tue, 09 Oct 2007 22:38:49 -0700

An apology: restrained when caring would cure; oblivious as opportunities to offend grow slick and fat, burst with orphaned words. A shout: warm and wet at the base of the skull, warning: stop being fine, stop getting by, matter, damn you. A sigh: resigned to contend as death settles in the bones and whispers friend. A silence: a godless believer, waiting for something unfathomable to worship, something ungraspable to hold close, something broken to love.

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pleased. eth.

sephon — Tue, 02 Oct 2007 21:04:35 -0700

And lo, sephonicus did returneth to his homeland. Entering his abode, he spake. "Foul pants, your yoke shall be upon me no longer!" And thus did he proceed to droppeth trou. And there was much rejoicing.

Then, he did senseth a powerful hunger issuing forth from his stomach. Looking upon the recently purchasethed gummy bears, he saw that they were good, and did eateth them, yellow first but red he did save for last. For it amongst all the gummies did pleaseth him the greatest.

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deprivation motivation

sephon — Sat, 22 Sep 2007 22:22:22 -0700

Something clicked and I'm driven again. Will conquer science; thinking grad school's in my future. Possibly the realization that I'm not meant to exist in the outside world drives this. Probably better that I watch from the windows.

Jack Johnson came up on random and was quickly deleted. How do people walk around with no souls?

Particularly excited this year of Halloween's approach, though unsure why. Tempted to go as a frat boy, or a marketing exec, or a politician. Mayhap I'll just strap a large mirror across my chest.

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concordia, discordia, somnus

sephon — Wed, 12 Sep 2007 23:11:36 -0700

Yesterday me and the Brodieliphanie (Brent, Jodie, Eli, Stephanie) commemorated the 6-year anniversary of 9/11 by drinking twin beer towers at La Charreada.

We then celebrated the one-week anniversary of last partying with Jodie by having her attempt to get us to take shots of Jim Beam after we'd already had too much beer. I'm reminded of those images wherein the devil is proffering vices. Luckily I am not easily tempted these days.

Today I threw an Aerobie, which is one of those ring shaped frisbee devices, for the first time. They go way too far. Alongside that we had this giant hula-hoop-covered-in-spandex thing, about 3 feet in diameter. They go way too near. This discordant duo made finding the correct spacing interesting (and lots of running requisite).

My eyes burning and body aching tell me it's time for sleep, and I'm happy to oblige at this point. It's been an exhausting week.

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satisfied, smoldering

sephon — Wed, 12 Sep 2007 19:09:37 -0700

After a long day at work, there's nothing quite like a brimming bowl of Cap'n Crunch with a gummy bear chaser. It is a soothing balm unto my soul. It is the sun upon my face for a thousand years.

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I've been filled with rage lately. I've also felt satisfied that I'm living my life well lately. I ponder why these two disparate items seem to feel the need to cohabit my skull.

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danger, solitude, ends and beginnings

sephon — Wed, 05 Sep 2007 19:55:16 -0700

Tired today, which made work less bearable; though I did get to work with radioactivity, which is one part frightening mixed with one part exhilirating. Working with dangerous shit makes me happy, yet I'm enough of a hypochondriac that I probably don't need anything to boost my thoughts of tumors. I want to take our Geiger counter down to Kirkwood and pass it over randoms on the sidewalk, or perhaps walk into the outdoor dining section at Kilroy's and start passing it over people's food. If only we had a haz-mat suit in the lab...

Played tank wars for the first time yesterday after Jodie picked up Wii Play or whatever that game bundle is. Fucking awesome (though the other games in the bundle were trash).

Bike rides home across town after midnight: also fucking awesome. Even in Bloomington everything's dead after midnight. I love riding at night, the world dark and neglected. It's like being the only one in the world, meandering through edifices of a forgotten civilization.

Maybe that's why I like post-apocalypse set books and movies.

Finished the Harry Potter books on Saturday. Despite half the people I know talking shit about the series and wrinkling their noses when they found out I was reading them, they turned out pretty good. The first and second were too kiddy, but only about 300 pages. The endings to all were good, but sometimes wading through the several-hundred page lead in got boring. This was especially the case with the fifth book, the longest of all at 800-some pages. The fourth, sixth, and seventh books were all good though, and the conclusion of the story was done well (if only the same could be said for the Dark Tower series). In the end, I wouldn't tell anyone to drop what they were reading and start immediately on the series, but its entertaining and has some definite high points. Now on to the Dune series...

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contrast

sephon — Wed, 29 Aug 2007 23:48:32 -0700

All these stories of people living life to the fullest once faced with imminent death.

But shouldn't we live as we want regardless, not sacrificing wishes to doubt and apathy?

Shouldn't we shun the small deaths, the minutes and hours spent compelled by outdated instinct, winding down without even feeling it?

Shouldn't we quit thinking that we'll have another chance?

Shouldn't we stop being bored and start forgetting there's a tomorrow?

Life's so dreadfully long 'til it's over, and then we'd sell our souls for one more mundane minute.

And yet you can't feel inspired all the time.

You can't appreciate without absence.

You can't live without dying.

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self therapy

sephon — Sat, 25 Aug 2007 10:10:11 -0700

Life was good enough at the start of the week that I didn't feel compelled to write. Life's been bad enough toward the end of the week that I don't really feel like talking about it. I'm tired of myself, and therefore of what I say. Two weeks ago I thought it was good that I'd been posting so much, even if it's stupid, because whatever the quality, it's me. Now I feel like erasing it all wouldn't be a bad idea. Hopefully that will change. I guess I'm just tired of seeing the same patterns repeat over and over in my life; it makes it hard to be hopeful. I need to think that I can change. Yet... there are stretches of happiness in every cycle. And I might as well make the best of things; spiraling down isn't an option, so why bother flirting with descent? I'll just have to do the best I can with what I've got.

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tequila tastes like happy

sephon — Sat, 18 Aug 2007 18:17:55 -0700

Another 14 hour day on Thursday/Friday, putting me in the lab 'til around 3 am. I contemplated going in at the usual time on Friday, but thought better of it. Fuck overworking myself... I showed up at around one in the afternoon, got things set up for next week and went back home. 3 hour workdays are much nicer. I discovered I can be lazy, but only after first overdoing it.

Friday I cleaned house and made some pad thai (for the record, I fucking love cilantro - I want to marry it and have like 10,000 of its babies). After that there was pool at The Cue and then tequila at The Vid, which was fucking awesome except that after many beers and several shots of Petron people might not be as cautious when jumping over fences as they should. So, Stephanie fell on her ass (but no harm done); sadly though, Brent wasn't so lucky. Just as I was thinking, "we should be careful with this", Brent swings over the fence and does a freefall onto the concrete with no shoes on. His ankle was not pleased. Drunken nightswimming was great though. I love the water, I love being out at night, so the two combined were glorious.

After swimming, nachos were enjoyed by all and Jodie kept feeding me beers 'til I finally passed out on the couch. Morning brought an early trip to Promptcare to get Mogis some crutches, followed by breakfast, followed by biking, followed by sitting in the park reading and napping, followed by frisbee, followed by coming back home to relax for the rest of the evening. Fucking sweetest. day. ever.

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ze kittens

sephon — Fri, 17 Aug 2007 18:46:00 -0700

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On my bank statement, I noticed that Bucceto's Smiling Teeth gets truncated to Bucceto's Smiling Teet.

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maru

sephon — Thu, 16 Aug 2007 13:23:46 -0700

strive so hard I burn myself away every day pulled so many directions nothing's left down the middle clenched so tight nothing touches a straight face doesn't cry when desired but it's alright no end in sight a house crumbling while being built despite the will to find the place the face I dreamed before darkness closes me a never finished book looking up so's not to seem down as the answer arrives I continue to strive so hard I burn myself away

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nail in horn

sephon — Thu, 16 Aug 2007 12:32:56 -0700

I put in about 14 hours at work yesterday/today (I was there 'til 2 am). Now I'm taking a mid-day break since the cultures I'm working on take 6 or 8 hours to grow up.

I tried to sleep but it didn't work; my mind keeps running. It seems like I'm coming up with a lot of insights, but sometimes I wonder what the point is. It takes so little to make me happy, yet what I want always seems so far away. Tired me = incredibly lonely me, apparently. I'm caught in a kind of spiral. I put forth enough effort to ward off descent, but not enough to really progress. I have some block to freedom, some splinter of nameless regret and unworth that lodged in my heart, long ago. I feel it would be so easy to realize my potential, if someone would just remove it; I've pulled for so long but it hasn't budged.

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passing through

sephon — Wed, 15 Aug 2007 14:08:33 -0700

She doesn't walk in our world; the air around her belongs elsewhere. It envelopes her, lubricating her passage through the mundane. Her world is possessed of some untouchable mystery, removed from ours; her prison sanctuary. A world composed of subdued notes whose harmony elicits insight into the worlds quiet secrets; it is dark and beautiful. Touching her, its tendrils climb you, not hungrily, but with a sentient patience. Soon you can feel her world, cool on your skin. It plays on your tongue, rings in your ears. As you let go, it fades like the mist at dawn; not suddenly, but with an imperceptible slyness, so that in its absence you're left wondering if it was ever there at all.

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might I suggest a little trick I like to call: reason

sephon — Tue, 14 Aug 2007 21:10:15 -0700

There's a fine line...

It's good to be proud of who you are and what you believe in. Still, there's always the danger of doing so sans justification. Instead of rising up, there's a tendency to lower the bar in order to feel accomplished without having to strive.

If you're country, that's cool. Driving trucks can be fun, and I'm sure there are positive qualities to country music that I just haven't discovered yet. In any case: your lifestyle, your choice. If being proud to be a redneck means that you're proud of these things, then great. But if being proud to be a redneck means saying that being the asshole homophobic racist that you just might be is ok, then that's not so great. If taking an unfairly applied pejorative term and weakening it by applying it to yourself voluntarily diminishes its power, then great. But if people are calling you that because you really are a piece of shit, then maybe you shouldn't make yourself ok with what you are. Maybe you shouldn't be proud of it.

On a side note: Is there any reason to own anything with a rebel flag on it other than to let other racist assholes know that it's ok to say racist asshole comments around you? Or is there some legitimate reason that I'm not privy to?

Mo'nique from Charm School has a show now called F.A.T. Chance, where she invites overweight women to compete to walk the runways of Paris. If you're overweight because of some glandular problem, then I feel for you. And you should never let your physical appearance determine how you feel about yourself as a person. But being obese isn't good for you. Not getting excercise isn't good for you. It's ok to be ok with yourself, but using it as an excuse to be lazy and unhealthy is dumb.

Last but definitely not least, if nothing makes you prouder than to show off how much faith you have by ignoring facts or twisting meanings in order to make statements like "the world is 6000 years old" or "evolution is just a theory" with a straight face, then maybe faith isn't such a good thing. Having a spiritual life is ok, and there are a lot of good things that come out of religion (though whether it outweighs the bad I'm still not sure). But being proud about blindly following what just doesn't make sense...

On a side note: My parents went to the Creation Museum over the weekend.

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chut up

sephon — Fri, 10 Aug 2007 08:36:29 -0700

I read the first Harry Potter book in its entirety yesterday. Spending so much time reading must have conditioned my thoughts, because I read many of my dreams as they occurred. I would be walking through a hallway, while a separate, detached part of me would sound out, "I wandered through a strange hallway toward a destination unknown". Having your experiences contemporaneously narrated is a little strange.

Though I still think a life soundtrack would be fucking sweet.

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around another time

sephon — Mon, 06 Aug 2007 21:04:18 -0700

Once again a great weekend was had, and once again I remain exhausted from it.

I couldn't sleep Thursday night; I don't know why. It's the most infuriating variety of insomnia, knowing you're missing sleep for no clearly defined reason. Perhaps the obligatory life contemplation that occurs with each birthday played a part. I also knew I had a lot of work to do on Friday (it turned out to be an 11 hour day), though I wasn't particularly concerned. In any case, eventually I said 'fuck it', arose and showered, ate breakfast at the VD, and walked into the lab at 7:30 with burning eyes and aching body.

Work sucked.

Afterward, I lay in bed for about an hour until Eli got into town. Later at the Crazy Horse I felt tingly, off balance, close to passing out. Food and beer helped. Having more friends stop in, and many start calling, also helped.

This kicked off the weekend, and it turned out to be really good. I saw almost all of my friends (several I hadn't seen in months or even years), and much of my family. My mom cooked from 6:30 in the morning until 2:30 in the afternoon on Sunday; I'm still trying to finish the leftovers. I felt really close to everyone, which was nice, as for me this waxes and wanes. My esteem for friends and family never really fades, it's just that many times there's this distance between me and people as a whole.

As for my birthday, I know it's really just another day. But having one point during the year where you really contemplate what you've been up to in life, where you've come from, where you're going, is really useful. It's too easy to fall into routines. It's too easy to neglect the people you care about. It's nice to have a chance to realize you've had a lot of good times and survived a lot of bad. That you're not yet dirt in the ground, and that all of the beautiful times past might still find counterparts in future events.

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keep moving

sephon — Tue, 31 Jul 2007 23:31:00 -0700

Thought I'd say thanks to the B-town detachment of the Pistol City Massive (with special guest Shobiz). Helping people move their weighty belongings has never been such an enjoyable experience, and I also appreciate the excuse to drink for the second weekday in a row. I hope things go well in the new abode.

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fend

sephon — Tue, 31 Jul 2007 00:09:08 -0700

Wow, I really got nothing much accomplished today. But, fuck it, I managed to have a really good time. Vic went with me to the only club I'm up in these days, that is, Sam's. Bought a weird assortment of items: lots of juice, camera batteries, toothbrush heads, a pineapple, fabric softener, chocolate bars... Went to BW3's afterwards and ate delish chicken and drank beers (after devouring chocolate in the car, as every trip to Sam's has to end by jumping in the back seat, ripping open packages and ravenously eating their contents to celebrate, like hunters gorging on the heart of their kill before returning to a grateful village).

I went to Sam's Club with Michelle one time and talked her into splitting a 24-pack of Snickers ice cream bars, with much emphasis on how good a deal it was. We ate 2 in the car on the way to unload our spoils, at which point I left them behind her seat. So, ice cream bars in a closed car for two days... A good deal at 24 for $8, not so good at 2 for $8.

After returning home I got caught up in talking shit with the friends on #jive, verbal gladiators, and now it's time for sleep. As much as I love it, it makes the work come sooner, so I have a feeling this will be one of those nights I stay up reading through burning eyes 'til they close of their own accord.

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calorius maximus

sephon — Sun, 29 Jul 2007 15:31:02 -0700

My parents came to visit this weekend, which was nice, except that on Saturday I was tired and wasn't feeling very social. My dads primary focus is always on eating, so I was treated to pretty much every meal from Saturday morning onward. I have 5 to-go boxes in the refrigerator as a consequence.

My mom and one of my nephews accompanied me to the art museum, which I had until then not visited despite having lived here for almost 5 years. We only had time to see 2 of the 4 sections, so I'm gonna try to make it back sometime later this week. If anyone feels like going, get ahold of me. It's open pretty much every day 'til 5, and I'm always looking for excuses to take an extended lunch break. There's also a section on Kurt Vonnegut's works at the Lilly library that I'd like to get to.

I drove my mom's Yukon on the way to the museum. Since she tends to rock (used loosely) Christian contemporary or easy listening most of the time, I dialed in an XM radio death metal station. When asked to change it, I informed her that the driver is in charge of the radio, and that the car needed to be exposed to a little variety.

Today I'm trying to finish reading The Once and Future King so that I can start on the Harry Potter series. It's a good book, based on Le Morte d'Arthur, which is a compilation of a bunch of medieval knight's tales from the 15th century. A friend bought it for me after seeing Magneto reading it in the X-men movie. Now about halfway through the book, this makes sense. I'd recommend checking it out, perhaps after you finish reading all that Harry Potter fanfiction I know you've been stroking for days now. Nerds.

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waver

sephon — Sat, 28 Jul 2007 02:18:42 -0700

I remember reading somewhere a particular belief of the ancient greeks: that our thoughts are placed in our heads by the gods, borne by some ethereal conduit from on high. Insight, rage, love... all manifestations of the divine will. Insight into the world's workings was a blessing, and if something wasn't understood, then this was as it should be. Truly understanding the universe in such a scenario would be impossible, unless such knowledge was bestowed. But how even then could a mortal comprehend the divine?

Later philosophical movements touted reason and logic as the central determinants of meaning. Physics determine molecular interaction, low level interplay builds to higher level order. Our nervous system is grounded in physicality, our consciousness and reason are products of this physical system. Could it be possible that there are concrete bases for logic, reason, morality? If so, we might have the tools or the abilities to ascertain such.

Several current movements state that there is no meaning but individual meaning, and that much of the order we see is a manifestation of our need to categorize, understand, control. Comprehension is out of our hands, at least at any appreciable scale.

All the while, various religious movements continue to spread, branch, adapt. Every one explaining all.

We don't want to be in charge of anything for too long; too much responsibility for such fragile creatures. After taking the reins and attempting to direct our destiny, we feel it's too much work. We decide the world is indecipherable, that direction is out of our hands.

A neurobiology prof I had was talking about cats one time. He said that when they're fucking around with a mouse in a superficially playful manner, they're manifesting behavior born from competing drives. The cat vacillates between aggression and fear, control and escape, dominance and avoidance. Rushing headlong into danger in one instant, and scared shitless in the next.

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Ugh it's 2 am and I'm so tired. Why did I drink the beers? They made me think and actually feel compelled to write stuff down. Stupid brain, if beers won't deter you, then perhaps sleep will.

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for real

sephon — Wed, 25 Jul 2007 12:40:49 -0700

<chuwie> people down here don't think that satan worship is funny
<sephonicus> about the same up here
<sephonicus> and yet they think larry the cable guy is
<sephonicus> what a fucked up world we live in
<chuwie> for real

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build

sephon — Wed, 25 Jul 2007 12:36:31 -0700

Surprisingly productive for a day whose beginning saw me sluggishly lurching to the shower like a blind man, pawing at the fawcet knob in a hibernatory haze 'til the water came on and woke me.

Spending the latter half of the weekend around my family gave me some perspective on life, and I've recovered bits of my temporarily misplaced motivation. Thus, work this week has gone well so far, and I'm again becoming somewhat complacent. This in opposition to the repeated attempts by pretty much everyone I know to convince me to move on to something better.

I'm excited. I signed up for HPER-E 117 (aka bowling) and MUS-P 120 (aka beginning piano). This feels really good, being in contrast to all the times I opted for classes that would satisfy degree requirements over classes that I'd actually enjoy during undergrad. I'm starting to have thoughts of grad school, but I really think that my interests are too broad for specialization, and require too much time outside of work. I'm thinking the only way is if I go to a school in Europe or Australia. That might make me overlook the fact that I'll be unhappy with the workload long enough to get me there.

Oh yeah, being productive: two new types of procedures performed in the lab, already several hours ahead this week (might make for some shorter days later), caught up on all my bills and crap, biked an hour, worked out an hour, prepped food for the next couple days, read more of a book my friend Jeff got me 2 Christmases ago, and now I've managed to find the time to post.

And now I'm exhausted. Time for sleep.

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build

sephon — Tue, 24 Jul 2007 23:55:00 -0700

too much birthday

sephon — Sun, 22 Jul 2007 22:58:18 -0700

I'd be overjoyed at my arrival home, but I'm too exhausted to be overjoyed. I think mildly contented is the greatest extremity of feeling I can muster.

The weekend was great, though. Except that 4 people I know had birthdays. Which made spending time with all impossible, and disappointing some inevitable. My brothers' party took precedence, so apologies to Igg and Jodie. I hope you had wonderful weekends.

Also, I miss you IPWIB. We haven't seen enough of one another lately. Hot date one of these coming weekends? (y/y)?

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spinning wheels, chirpin' gears

sephon — Tue, 17 Jul 2007 00:14:22 -0700

Why do I put so much effort into accomplishment? I know I want to be recognized, to have worth in others eyes. Yet when I think of those whom I care about and respect, it isn't their accomplishments that have drawn me to them. In fact accomplishments are in a way just a byproduct of their intrinsic qualities. Someone isn't intelligent because they get high test scores, they get high test scores because they're intelligent. Someone isn't a good person because they perform acts of compassion, beneficence, wisdom. They are these things, and their qualities are reflected in their actions and attainments. Granted, without acting on the world none of these traits would become apparent, and it would be sad to waste talent and deeds. But I guess I'm trying to say that it's not necessary to strive too hard toward symbolic accomplishments, or to hold yourself to insurmountable standards in order to prove your worth. You are what you are, what you make yourself. The people close to you will notice. Make the most out of what you have and don't worry about who else thinks what else.

Summary: do what's right, to the extent of your abilities, trust your friends, and fuck the rest.

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roll out

sephon — Sun, 15 Jul 2007 19:11:57 -0700

Yeah, it was last weekend. But hey, I'm a lazy poster. Fuck off.

Going to Madison for Regatta was pretty good times. Hung out with the parents on Saturday and ate lots of good food, then headed downtown to see what team IPWIB was up to. Had a couple beers and played cornhole on the riverfront (the kind where you toss bean bags at a slanted surface with a hole in it, i.e. not ass-sex). Walked around and noticed that, unlike previous years, I didn't recognize anyone. Typically Regatta is like a yearly high school reunion, but this year it was all a lot of young, unfamiliar faces. Could be from the races being cancelled on Saturday. Could be I'm getting old and everyone's finally managed to escape the town, or to lose interest in the event.

Sunday I rode Biketimus Prime through the old neighborhood (a nostalgic parallel of similar rides on my black and gold Huffy as a kid), then through Clifty Falls State Park all the way downtown. The park was beautiful, the road was smooth, and the last downhill run was nice (going over 40 mph on a bike is intense).

Saw Transformers before heading back home. I'm still unsure how they pulled it off, but the movie was really enjoyable even given dialogue written for 12 year olds and laughable acting in parts. Maybe this was the only way to make a movie about sentient robots from the far reaches of the universe that come to earth and transform into cars: to keep it lighthearted. I ended up seeing it again the next day.

The IDS gave it a D+.

Links: amazing pencil work; a fusion of my love of zombies and my dislike of sorostitutes.

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coast to coast

sephon — Thu, 05 Jul 2007 22:01:11 -0700

I've settled into a state of functional depression. I'm not really happy, but I'm not doing all that bad, either. And I'm at least being productive. I'm taking great strides at work. I'm completing a novel every two or three days at home. I'm getting quite speedy on Biketimus Prime. I'm starting to covet my free time again. Strange how everything's cyclic. I had to force myself past the two week mark in my last relationship as I didn't want to relinquish my independence. A handful of months later and I found myself unable to cope without constant companionship. Now I spend most of my nights at home and am content to do so, at least for the time being. History repeats itself.

There's a thin ripple of pissed off beneath my facade of contentment, though. I feel like, having done nothing wrong (though I'm sure others would debate me on this point), I don't deserve unhappiness. I'm not innocent of hurting others, but I've never been malevolent.

Ever one for digression: Perhaps similar feelings are the basis for the concept of original sin. Early religious man attributed the creation of the universe to a greater power. If this higher being had set us apart from the other animals, if we were so special, then why was there so much suffering? Choices: Either that higher power didn't care about us, actually disliked us, or our state was due to some mistake of ours. Given these options the choice was simple. It must have been our fault.

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After reading groucho kitty's post:

The ending of something great doesn't invalidate all that you felt throughout its duration. There will inevitably be an end to all we care about. That it happened is a great thing. You don't get back from a glorious vacation and say, "Fuck, it's over. What a complete waste, I don't think I'll ever go on vacation again.". Think of relationships as little vacations from being alone. Think of being understood as a fortunate convergence of events. Though I guess this analogy kind of breaks down when you realize that getting back from vacation doesn't usually make you feel like your heart is being pried from your ribcage with a spoon. But besides that...

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Finished reading Vonnegut's Cat's Cradle last night, and would highly recommend it. Probably my favorite writer; I don't know why I don't suggest his works to more people. Maybe I like to keep things I truly love to myself.

"Tiger got to hunt,
Bird got to fly;
Man got to sit and wonder, 'Why, why, why?'
Tiger got to sleep,
Bird got to land;
Man got to tell himself he understand."

"Of all the words of mice and men, the saddest are, 'It might have been.'"

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sephon — Sat, 30 Jun 2007 22:29:30 -0700

We wander through a headless world. We sit in a car, no steering wheel, doors welded shut, accelerator down; we rock back and forth to shift its lustful gaze from disaster. We chase the wind, shun the north star; bright with promises yet cold, distant ice in an onyx void. We yell to one another through the walls, sometimes tearing them down to feel ourselves bleed. Sometimes we bleed together, paintings in the deluge, and for brief moments there are only our eyes, locked; we forget that we had nowhere to go. We are home.

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tech-no-lo-gy

sephon — Sat, 30 Jun 2007 21:22:08 -0700

Just finished reading Snow Crash for the second time. So many great little connections, witticisms, and, my favorite aspect of sci-fi, detailed speculation about future technology. Speaking of...

<sephonicus> I think if a woman is willing to go through the trouble of implants, she should get some kind of pressurized beverage delivery system installed
<sephonicus> side injection port for refilling, and ambient muscle movement could pressurize the system so that glorious jets of your favorite drink would issue forth from the nips
<sephonicus> I'm still having trouble getting venture capital, though I can't figure out why

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