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September 28, 2001

Eighties Bands Wrote my life.

Being in my early thirties, I came of age in the nineteeneighties. I can relate to the music, the pop culture, and stereotypes. Grew up in California and did most of the typical eighties kids did. I remember the cold war, could pick out were my house shows up in the move E.T., and still like skateboards. The music still can stir the echoes in my mind…cue the music...

This is someone else's story
Someone that I never knew
This is someone else's body
Am I getting through to you
If you peel away the armor is something underneath
If you look below for hidden treasure underneath another layer
Are you hiding underneath the skin

Skin by Oingo Boingo

September 21, 2001

How to read the minds of men.

Patrick brought in a Maxim magazine to work. Do not ask about our sexual harassment policy. Anyway, I have said this before if you want to know what goes on inside men's minds read this magazine. Ok it has lots of half dressed women, but so does my mind most of the time. The articles are about tech gadgets, cars, fashion and sports. It is easy to dismiss it as soft-core porn and urinal jokes. But read closer. An amazing amount of the articles are about trying to understand things most men struggle with. Things like how to keep a woman happy, how to express you emotions, and talk about sex. Ok so here is a suggestion for girls, go buy a subscription and read it. Do not judge, criticizes, or try to emulate the material, just read. Remember everything that runs though your mind you would not want your mate too surprise you with… Use your powers for good only.

Define the term "love of your live?"

I have been thinking about this a lot. The subject came up at work. I tend to give people titles and nicknames one of those terms is love of my life. A couple of life long friends have gained the title. My relationship with both of women has at one time had a romantic side even if short lived. So it is not a platonic title. Deep in my heart I know that we will never run away together and I don't pine for them. But, they hold a place in my heart reserved for them.

I can see why some people would and have questioned my use of this title, but what would you call them?

September 11, 2001

Personal

First, is the every policeman, Fireman, and Emergency Services Workers and volunteers in America. Thank you, in the deepest way with the utmost respect and reverence for what you do and who you are. It has been said the 'Rambo' was not here to save us. The world saw heroes Tuesday, many of them died, but they saved thousands. You do it everyday and everyday some of you don't come home from work. Bravery is doing what is needed with out measuring the risk to you. That is what I saw, and it changed the way I look at you, America, humanity, and myself hopefully forever.

Next, to the world, thank you for the flowers at the doors of our embassies. Thank you for the personal sorrow for our loss. As an American I feel more comforted by the worlds nations than I have ever felt in my life. I cannot tell you how that has changed my view. As a country we feel isolated most of the time from the world. Some of it is our fault; some of it is how Hollywood presents us. We work hard to understand other nations and sometimes fail. I wanted to draw line and start fighting Tuesday, but what I saw were nations all over the world sharing my grief. Many of there people died as well. I had forgoten what World Trade Center meant. Please forgive my anger and accept my shared grief.

Last, to you, all of you the ones who are in hiding now. You say we are cowards, call us evil, and talk of war. You feel ignored and impotent. So you have strike out and hurt us. Message received…

Know this we are stronger then you can possible imagine, we are many, and we have vast resources. 'An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.' We are united as a people in one goal now. Every man and women in this country will fight to the death to bring you to justice. The sky will be darkened with the ashes of anyone who harbors you. You have your war, and I will find you.

September 04, 2001

You mean there is a polite way to say "wanker."

Ok let talk about women or more to the point too women. I want to know something, have you thought about your ego? Really opened up the old id and taken a good hard look, because if you have I would be surprised. We men, live thinking about yours and ours too. Well at lest I do. As you know Freud splits the ego into 3 parts at least. These parts are the ego (surface of the personality), id (biological forces), and Superego (conscience and the ego-ideal). Something about most women's egos confuses me. It is this, why is your id and ego so far removed from you Superego. Here is how I mean. On a scale of 1 to 10 how do you rate in attractiveness? If you are like most of my friends your answer is between 4-7. You major black marks were one or more of the following

Not thin enough
Not shapely enough (yes I mean breasts)
Ugly hair, or skin

What is wrong with take and what does that have to do with ego and id? Simple, your ideal of what you would need to be a 10 is nothing like what you think is attractive in others. Not following? Think about it this way, look around at the women you see every day and ask yourself how many are attractive and why. At the end of the day, without comparing your self to them just look at how many of those traits you have. Yeah some of them will have been thin little things, or well endowed, or even had great hair. But so many of those traits will be things that have nothing to do with those things. Your id see things your Superego does not understand.

As a man I live a lot in the company of my id. I spent years trying to hide that fact. My Superego and I still have a good relationship. I am learning to listen to all three sides of my self when asking the how do I look question. I rate myself a 8, hey it is progress. .

September 03, 2001

DVD moments.

I watched Young Frankenstein tonight with a bunch of friends. I really do want to be Marty Feldman when I grow up.