April 2012
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Apr 1st
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WatchWatch
Casey Neistat, a NY resident, stole his own bicycle four times in public to see if anyone would stop him. The only time that anything happened was nine minutes into a theft attempt in Union square using a power tool. 3 police confronted him, and after a bit of explaining, it was discovered that none of the police had every caught a bike thief.  A power tool, in Union square, and it took nine...
Apr 1st
March 2012
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In an empty library
Happy Cesar Chavez day! We get today off at our school, which is pretty damn cool seeing as it’s our first week of class. Unfortunately, it turns out that GIS never sleeps. Here I am, waiting for someone to come in and ask me anything about anything really. What was funny was that I arrived at the Library like I was supposed to, around 9 30, only to find the doors locked until 10. I...
Mar 30th
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“Never attribute to malice that which can be adequately explained by stupidity.”
– Hanlon’s Razor, or Robert J Hanlon. 
Mar 30th
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I’ve realized I haven’t posted with the frequency and intensity of past months. Honestly, it’s because I have little to write about. And that has it’s ups and downs. On one hand, writing is usually inspired by conflict, by any misplaced emotion, by the tears in long stretched threads or by hatred and envy (human status: confirmed). The absence of these things has gutted the...
Mar 28th
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Sleep
Sleep is the enemy. Sleep is something I have to hunt, to capture, to attack and to kill in order to bask in its benefits. Sleep is a wild animal, calming, and seductive, that can kill you without a moment’s hesitation. Tonight, I’m going to kill this beast, without a single remorse. No regret, no doubt. Tonight, I will win. As I approach the gates to the calm habitat, I slip something new past...
Mar 28th
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Mar 27th
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Mar 27th
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It’s impossible to sleep on Amtrak trains. While they may be damn good for sitting, there is no way you can sleep in them. No matter how much you contort your body, your spine presses and refuses comfort. As an added bonus, they recline about 5* and even have a legrest. That puts you in the perfect position to give blood. Giving blood != sleeping. You can put yourself in a...
Mar 26th
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Sleepy eyes balanced creaky ties that have their strings held tight. In the haze of energetic blaze a calmed soul comes to height. Hold on quick the atom split and shirts became the floor. All was right in a quiet night except strings were just not sure. Played like steel against a wooden peel and then taught to sing. Reconnect those ties open up the eyes and to me yourself do bring.
Mar 24th
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12 hours.
Mar 23rd
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Mar 21st
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I yearn for you. The sweat, the sweet drum of your voice on my lips and my eardrums. God, I want you.
Mar 21st
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Operation Surprise Party
I’ve got an idea: Take a whole bunch of pictures. Like, a lot. Well into the 50’s. And not just ordinary pictures, although some of those too, but you need crazy pictures. Pictures of absolutely nothing. Cool pictures, weird pictures, everything. Print out these pictures in all shapes and sizes, hell, if you can get a huge print, go for it. Then, infiltrate your nearest Michaels and...
Mar 21st
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Mar 20th
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Going home.
Spent the better half of today in a bus or on a train. Most of that time was spent trying to find the most comfortable in a multitude of uncomfortable sleeping spots. The other half? Reading like there was no tomorrow.  I picked up this book, or rather, put it on my kindle, called “A Short History of Nearly Everything” by Bill Bryson. It’s one hell of a read (huge too!). The...
Mar 17th
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Mar 16th
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Finished
Officially just finished my English final. Had to write two 2000+ word essays. I just submitted both of them. Damn that’s a good feeling. 
Mar 15th
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Mar 15th
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Mar 14th
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Happy Pi day!
Mar 14th
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Mar 13th
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Only on the internet can you make yourself an official Count of Sealand.  For a measly $300 you can buy yourself into royalty.  Check it out!
Mar 13th
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Just spilled half of my coffee on myself. While wearing a white tshirt. While 15 minutes in to my 2 hour shift in the library. Mondays.
Mar 12th
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Mar 12th
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Mar 12th
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Alright Matt Smith, you’re going to have to try harder than that to replace Mr Tennant. 
Mar 11th
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It's wonky!
I will shamelessly admit that I thoroughly enjoy Meekakitty’s Love You Like a Love Song video cover. You know, except for the whole killing part. Check it out!
Mar 11th
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Mar 10th
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Mar 9th
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Walls.
Around a curve and back to a white circle. Through palmed glass and leafy shade to a red striped cover. Down a pole to an upsidedown lamp. Eyes wander restlessly seaking inspiraiton, One by one, slow walls begin to sing the song of standing. Never before have they danced and moved,  Never before have they felt a cool breeze in an infinite field. They stand tall, high, proud. And they...
Mar 9th
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Mar 8th
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Mar 8th
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The good and the bad.
My new singlespeed, handlebars, and rims came today! Good: Extremely excited to throw them on the bike. After about a half hour of wrapping and figeting, the brakes, levers, tape, and handlebars were on the bike! Bad: After throwing the old tube and tire from my original wheelset onto my new rims, I realized the rims themselves were too deep for the tube valve to reach through. So basically, I...
Mar 8th
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Well
I just watched a video of a baby monkey and a kitten playing. Check that one off of the bucket list!
Mar 7th
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Mar 7th
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Word of The Day
Micromort - A unit of risk, measuring a one-in-a-million probability of death.  On average, you gain 1.63 micromorts every hour.  Interestingly enough, taking one ecstasy tablet adds an extra micormort.  Sky-diving adds 17.5 micromorts. 
Mar 6th
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The Day Tim V Greiner Went Insane.
The Day Time V Greiner Went Insane. - Thomas Vogt He was just now washing his hands. The cold, slippery water sputtered and fell from the faucet, clinging to his hands, as if that was their only purpose. The water clung, and clung, as if that was their only experience, before death and the drain took them. But very quickly, the clinging water was pushed away by more droplets, as they too wanted...
Mar 5th
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Mar 5th
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The World's Lightest Bike
The worlds lightest bike weighs in around 6lbs. 6 fucking pounds. That’s 2lbs less than a galllon of milk.  Of course the whole thing is made out of carbon fiber, from the crankset to the brake calipers, and even the hubs. The whole bike in total is estimated to cost around $45,000, as most of the parts are prototypes and even then some of the carbon fiber is unavailable through normal...
Mar 4th
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Vonnegut's Eight Rules for Writing Fiction
Eight rules for writing fiction: Use the time of a total stranger in such a way that he or she will not feel the time was wasted. Give the reader at least one character he or she can root for. Every character should want something, even if it is only a glass of water. Every sentence must do one of two things — reveal character or advance the action. Start as close to the end as possible. Be...
Mar 3rd
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Mar 3rd
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Mar 2nd
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Mar 2nd
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Mar 1st
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Mar 1st