i really like saturdays now that my work schedule has changed. saturdays i now work by myself so i can pretty much come in whenever i want, get everything done that needs to be, then head home. it’s pretty slow these days as well. so i’ve been playing basketball sometimes. it’s a pretty sweet set up in the warehouse, Huffy Sports Titanium , and it’s fun to pick something up again i haven’t played in awhile. my shot sucks, but it gives me a chance to retrain myself to do it right.

theraputic.

always looking for something to distract. movies, books, video games, music, anything. everything i do is somehow theraputic, something to distract you from the crushing boredom that is everyday, caught in this wierd cycle of work and reward that speeds up entrophy in a very strange manner.

it’s odd to think about sometimes, amusing mostly, but it’s always there, nagging you occasionally, like: “Why are you doing this?” and you can ask why so many times that it just keeps going down to deep running elements and eventually you hit the bottom where asking why isn’t a question anymore, but a statement. there’s so much around though, so much to worry about that the big picture is always out there, but not so important.

would you even want to know the why though? it would take all the mystery out of life, and that would be no fun.

i was looking through my gmail, and something new popped up that i hadn’t seen before, actual mail in the spam folder.

crap. after all the trying to keep my gmail account seperate so i don’t have to go through 40 emails a day of spam (like say, hotmail) it still ends up getting spam. it was bound to happen i suppose. just out of curiosity i went to read it though and this is what it said:

happened music corner. taught explain wrong companion. here fascinate out or supposedto yours,
companion purpose fly?
studied nothing news black.
light she disappoint end. light slow thats?
tying did thats am leader. immediate speaking use. prison immediate speaking.

wow. that’s some profound shit right there. if i could write poetry like that , i’d probably be on poetry.com or something. seriously, i hate poetry, but this is genius and if that isn’t poetry, i don’t know what is.

this email wasn’t even trying to sell anything, just seeing if anyone would click on their attatchment. i really think this email makes me happy because of the fact that spam i get is better than all of the published poetry i’ve come across.

certainly in terms of reaction.

the amount of rain we have been recieving over the past month is nothing short of amazing. after how dry it was last year, i guess there was some catching up to do.

this path i take to work is like a little shortcut through a flood plain that has a creek running through it. when i was going to work today, it wasn’t raining, but when i made it over to the trail, it had been incorporated to the creek that runs by it. it’s pretty wild to see that the trail looks just like the creek because of all the sand that has been deposited on it. i felt like i was white water rafting down the creek on my bike, slicing through the rapids and vainly trying to pedal as the water rises way above my cranking level, soaking my feet as i went. i was also competeing with ducks for the shallower reigions, but not surprisingly, they made way for me.

while fun, it is destroying my bike, and if it did dry up i’d be able to really get a move on with this new road bike i got. definatly need to coat my bike with WD-40 on a daily basis. at least it’s not that cold out.

anyone been paying attention to the news? well i have, and I tell you what…

it’s nothing, really. i’m still waiting for my being aware of global events to somehow include me in the global thater, but it has still eluded me. some perspective of the world and it’s conflicts, but nothing that rocks my point of view on life. i’m not saying that news is unimportant, just that it feels like another way to spend time, like a hobby. It takes a little time to be well informed about issues, and that time could be put towards anything. i think it helps me to listen to this kind of stuff becuase it’s something interesting to do at work. it’s real live entertainment through discussions between people that are at polar opposites of an issue, and they hardly ever agree. both are right, and yet they can’t be, right? one is just more right, depending on where you hear it from. it all just smacks of excessive acadameia so i feel like i can listen in without actually being involved. much like TV, and most of my life.

i’m a casual observer; highly educated, severly underinformed and detatched. dangerous to say the least.

new year, finally back from my week long trip to new york, which was crazy. little sleep was had and a rediculous amount of food and walking. awesomeness, but i’m glad to be home in a bed and getting more than 4 hours of sleep a night.

i think i need to chronicle what happened, but that probably won’t happen till later. work and what not.