A wise man told me once that great men talk about ideas, average people talk about events, and low people talk about other people. If you walk backwards down the stairs you’ll make less noise in some stairways. There’s an idea for you…
I filled out some personal profiles online today. I made one for LavaLife (in the intimate encounters section ^_^), and was in the process of filling out the best profile on Fark personals and it told me server error. Here’s what it says to me:
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I’ve been a little bit obsessed with the operation of the brain over the last few months. It blows my mind on a day to day basis that a complex network of neurons provides us with the faculties to perceive the world around us, to analyze our existence, to love, laugh, and lament all in a single thought. Nonetheless it all comes back down to interconnected neurons receiving impulses from our five senses, our I/O interface with the universe around us. Where does the soul reside then, if we do in fact have one? What happens when those neurons fire their last impulse and the world goes white around us? I have my theories, and I’ll attempt to explain some here.
I had a vision… a waking dream…
On my worst enemy I would not deem.
I couldn’t remove the image from my head,
it stayed until I wished I was dead.
Death it seems so fleetingly near,
a form of terror without peer.
I felt the need to settle the score,
click the link to find out more…
I thought for a moment that a nice little project that humanity could get together on would be to make a space probe containing as much of our culture, art, politics and philosophy as we could scrounge together and send it out of this solar system as soon as we possibly could. But then again aren’t we already emitting enough signals that any alien species with a degree of intelligence could detect? I think back to the time that NASA sent out their first deep space probe which if I remember correctly contained a record player. I think it might be time to upgrade our technological presence in space.
What’s going on in China? Where are the voices of the chinese? Why does this country have a solitary voice? I really don’t know too much about China, but I feel that my life has had more brushes with this mysterious culture than the average North American. However I still feel that my personal contact with chinese people and their large percentage of our earthly population has been somewhat lacking. I’ve been chatting with a video gamer named DavisLee for over a year now but he has been quite restrained in showing his true ‘self’. I invite Davislee to tell me something about his life.. 😉
Please ignore. I’m testing some of the movable Type functionality.
I am certainly no Don Juan, but I pride myself on my ability to chat up the ladies. Of course it never leads anywhere but at the same time I always enjoy the conversations. There was one however that struck me deep to the bone but unfortunately it was not meant to be…..
I’ve always wanted to write a blog, although I’ve never really read them too much. I’m thwarted however by something that’s become more and more infrequent but subsequently more and more annoying – loss of internet. So here I am, stuck using the only writing program that does what I want but I hate to use. I tried ultra edit but I couldn’t figure out how to set the word wrap. Too many options I guess. What it really came down to was that I didn’t have a single program that’s designed specifically for writing in html, the language of the web In so many ways. I’m not very good at formatting my style though. This is something I wish I could excel at yet find myself not being able to. It’s a difficult task that is really under-appreciated. I wish all of us technical guys could pull our asses out of our heads and recognize that the art that goes into web-design should not be something slighted because it’s less ‘cerebral’, especially financially.