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Thursday, December 31st, 2009
12:01 am	Party TomorroW!!!` It's new years! party between 9pm and 2 am 2572 Massachusetts ave apt 2 cambridge, ma 02140 Nicolas Javier 617 777 7984 Ideas for the party: Champagne-pong Painting station Music Video Reel Picture Station Any ideas? I think these will make for an excellent party. I will upload pictures on facebook from the picture station. Current Mood: chipper (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Wednesday, December 30th, 2009
11:38 pm	The vow. I tried making a vow of silence tonight. It failed. My friend told me she did one in high school and it sounded like such a great idea, a way of sharpening your abilities. It lasted like 2 hours, but then I unconsciously said something while I was trying to get my Wii to work. That sucked. I was writing my thoughts to people and having them read it and that was an incredible experience because it gave me time to react to what people were saying and to really process it instead of just blurting out a gut answer without hesitation. I was being incredible expressive with my body language without being self conscious since I had no other way of expressing things. I learned a lot and it was definitely something i will try again. I recommend. Current Mood: chipper (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Wednesday, September 30th, 2009
11:43 am	The hunt begins I just started searching for a job and so far so good. I found one position that looks really good at Harvard, working there would be amazing since its so close and I would be able to take classes at the extension school. A has been helping me tune my resume which I am eternally grateful for. Its looking good. I helped a friend at the library with her piece of fiction. She's taking advanced fiction writing and I felt good being able to give her some constructive criticism. I need to re write some of my pieces that I have on this out pile. I will do that as soon as I get off this journal entry. Things to do: -Look for 2 jobs I like on CL -Buy rock band 2 bundle for the Wii -At work cross reference broken lights with my data (boring). -Edit some stories before work. (Comment on this)
Monday, September 28th, 2009
9:56 pm	Writer's Block: Mirror, mirror If you broke a mirror, would you worry about bad luck even if you're not superstitious? Would you walk under a ladder or cross a black cat's path on a dare? Is there anything you're superstitious about? View 968 Answers It depends on the manner it broke. If it broke in a really unspectacular manner, say for instance it it just cracked a little I wouldn't think anything of it. However, if it shattered and the bits that were left formed a likeness of Jesus or the Easter bunny then I would totally be freaked out. I sometimes walk under a ladder just to see what happens. I chase after black cats because I like to play with strays. I started writing down coincidences aka synchronicities?. It just gives me something to think about and to reflect on. Current Mood: amused (Comment on this)
7:07 pm	Writing goes on. The piece I wrote sort of crashed and burned. That's what I get for trying to write while I was really fucked up. I got some really good suggestions and I'm hopeful I can make it better. It was a piece of fiction which is something I haven't writen in a while. I'm moving forward and will edit it when I get home from work. The day has been rather boring at work. I worked at a post where I could read the whole time, which is pretty sweet, but I was sleepy and was nodding off. This place is not the kind of place where you want to be caught sleeping so I remedied it by pacing back and forth while I read. The plan worked but I would eventually sit down again and get sleepy after my heart rate went down. I kept doing it for about an hour in the early AM until I cought my late morning energy; I'm getting some extra sleep tonight, I'm looking forward to it. I'm in this precarious friendship/relationship with a girl. She seems to think that I'm sort of a huge 'playa' or something like that which I find really funny. I guess I used to be less serious about dating but now I'm looking more for a relationship. Its one of those situations that needs time to unfold and I have faith that the right way will reveal itself to me. BACK TO WORK! I need to get a new job so I don't need to keep working so many hours and so I can work days. If you know of anything full time let me know, I've done the office monkey jazz before. Current Mood: awake Current Music: Radiohead- ok computer (Comment on this)
Monday, September 21st, 2009
7:49 pm	Writing in a drunk sunday style Sundays writing group was amazing. I received very good feedback and I can grow my story from there. I'm impressed with myself for having writen it in 3 hours but to be honest I had come up with a lot of the plot at work and just needed it to stew in my subconscious. This one story might be in a collection of stories we might publish so i don't want to post it yet, well maybe I will once I edit and add to it. I saw Amanda and she looked great and we chatted honestly, I hope we get to spend more time together, she is very sweet. I spent Sunday night taking part of Drunk Sunday festivities (drunk sunday is the last sunday of the summer and it is celebrated with spirits, it is a holiday in our household). Unfortunately it was late and everyone was tired, also carrie and alice were missing. If next sunday is nice we might have to have a make up for the festivities since we must remember the summer and say our proper farewell. Today has been full of work. It has been rather tame. I have nothing else to say except horray for everything! Current Mood: amused (Comment on this)
Thursday, September 17th, 2009
8:43 pm	Writer's Block: Touch-Screen Pros & Cons Touch screen technology and porn would be too messy. How could touch-screen technology enhance the way you currently use your PC? How could it make things worse? Sponsored by WePC.com. Help us make your Dream PC a reality. View 206 Answers (4 Comments |Comment on this)
7:45 pm	Making another go at the consistent blogging. I took some time off from blogging. I had hit a rock bottom of self loathing, depression and slowly had to pick up the pieces but this china doll has glued himself back baby! So I just came off a little fling, it could have gone to relationship mode but it has turned out to be an awesome friendship. I wish her the best. I'll see her from time to time at writing group and perhaps we'll go dancing because I've wanted to practice some salsa. She compared me to Robert Pattinson and Nick Hornby which are incredible compliments. My job is just my job but my career is in the arts. I've met really interesting people here and it has given me much fuel for my writing. I met Tim, he used to be a local stand up comic but now works in the librarians office??? He's very funny and we always talk about how much we stand out in such a serious enviornment. Oh by the way, for those of you who don't know it I'm a Harvard Yard Guard aka Havahd Yahd Gahd. I patrol the University campus for fornicating undergrads and instruct people on the correct way to swipe their access cards, its very serious work. For writing group this week we have to write about work which is exciting and terrifying. Exciting because I have lots of material, terrifying because I'm suffering from indecision. Today I had a funny moment with a doorchecker, she had no idea that an adam's apple was an indicator of gender. She thinks I'm a genius and always compliments me but I'm starting to think she might not be all there, its a blow to the ego. Please let me know if an adam's apple isn't a defining characteristic of a male, know any organic women with adam's apples? I'll probably be writing a piece this week about giving instructions to the bathroom for writing group. Cheers! The Bene Gesserit Littainy against Fear. Pg 19 of Dune by Frank Herbert I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain. Current Mood: cheerful (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, September 14th, 2009
8:26 am	Solid Weekend After working a 65 work week I blew off some steam with a night of drinks, Beatles rockband and a midnight stumble to Pizzaria Uno for their late night snack menu. It was a lot of fun and its been a while since I woke up the next morning on someones couch. I had plans to hang out with Amanda but she was sick and needed to rest. Saturday I did a little writing but was still feeling out of it because of the previous night and as a result wasn't productive. I just stayed home and relaxed glad to have had some alone time feeling good about being lazy. At 4 I went to the hobby store and practiced EPIC, a new trading card game from a game developer who is a friend of mine. At 6 was the EPIC Grand tournamnet with first place prize receiving an invitation to Worlds tournament in Philly. To make a long story short I won the tournament, 60 bucks in store credit and an invitation to worlds where I could win thousands of dollars. I miss competitive gaming, for a while I was on fire. If I didn't work nights I could play more but alast I am stuck playing sparingly. I just need to mark this under reasons to get a another job :P Which reminds me I need to get My resume together for the Sept 21st job fair. Sunday was relaxing. I wrote a piece for writing group that was well received but not perfect. I received good feedback about the ending and what people disliked about it. I do enjoy writing the short shorts and I believe it will be my medium of choice. Since it is so short every word is so important and the economical aspect of it is very attractive to the reader since it isn't a huge time commitment. We live in an age of excessive media and we have many things competing for our time. More than ever it is very hard to focus because we have so many options for entertainment. As a writer I have a hard time just focusing on a task for too long, I start getting bored. Maybe at some point I'll want to write a novel but right now the shorts are expressive enough. Thanks for reading! Current Mood: amused (Comment on this)
Thursday, September 10th, 2009
1:28 pm	Overworked, injured but feeling ok. Yesterday from work early. Early for me was at 5pm, was originally scheduled to work a 14 hour shift but opted to go home due to a very sore shoulder. I iced, heated, iced, and heated it and now I can actually move it without biting my lip to ease the pain, I'm typing with it right now! At home my plan was just to be a vegtable, that state usually irks but given my ailment it was justified. I made an avacado, jalapeno, green bell pepper and spinach salad along with a kidney bean and sweet potato pasta dish. My adventure into vegan cuisine has sparked my imagination. I'm not labeling myself anything since a lot of the time I have trouble finding options in the world that fit into that category and coming from a Cuban background, where everything is flavored with pork, Its an emotional challenge. During dinner I watched "Searching for supertwisters" a pbs documentary about tornadoes. Laney and I have had a semi serious idea about moving to tornado alley in Oklahoma for inspiration for our environmentally conscious metal band- the concept is still in the works but it looks like its going to be about respecting nature because of its randomness. After the video I became scared of doing so because the supertwisters were destroying houses like they were made of straw, that does fit with the possible first name of our album or band "Wake up and smell the fear." After that we all enjoyed some wine and apple crisp which was freshly made. It was delicious so I had seconds. I'm at work right now. My boss wants me to come in 30 minutes earlier tomorrow which means right to bed when I get home. He warned me of being tardy since I've been tardy this week. Today I tried to remedy it by setting my alarm 10 min earlier than usual but I was still equally late. I don't like to rush in the mornings and also I was extra groggy because of the wine and cake, mmm... I need to find a new job but applying for jobs sucks. I just need to pad my writing resume. I will be submitting some shorts to a Writers digest, I'll be bringing some things to my writing group to get feedback. Current Mood: awake Current Music: Living la vida loca by William Hung (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, September 1st, 2009
9:41 pm	The blog of woe (with a British accent...) On this night so full of darkness and despair it is only appropriate to indulge in the most unsettling of activities. The dishes are so wretchedly putrid that organisms were going through various birth cycles that caused them to live and die a thousand eternities. Mice have taken over our food supply, there is nothing! The face goes through the The face goes into the horses ass. A man is killed by an elephant that had, apparently, just been birthed by it. A man appears and goes through a walkway that has a baby in a jar. The arrives at a place where the elephant man is about to be gave away. I can't watch elephant man. Only 10 minutes watching. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Thursday, May 14th, 2009
1:46 pm	An unusual Ivy league benfit As a contractor for Harvard I enjoy many benefits: A high wage for being a body that can walk, talk, and write scribbles (15.08 plus time and a half for overtime which is every week since I cover for actual Harvard employees who have the most absurd amount of sickdays in the galaxy.), a good amount of downtime where I can indulge in eating, writing or whatever strikes my fancy, and free food! But its not all roses. I have to deal with college kids that live in an institutionally made bubble of hedonistic delight; many are self important and sneer at my positions duty of checking their bags. My hours can be long and tiring and I keep in mind my future paycheck that adds a bit more joy to my otherwise dull days. But yesterday wasn't dull. The day was a gruelling 16 hour marathon, a circus of incidents which called for my body to be in constant transition. The thoughts "I'm not payed to do this" and "I'm not trained to do this" echoed through my skull as I tried to repair a computer. 8 am to midnight came and went, ugh, and at the end I reached a manic dillirium which I rather like since it seems to melt away all anxiety and meekness. Once my relief came all I wanted to do was go home and get some rest since I needed to be up in 8 hours. I picked up my helmet from my locker (which is in the men's room a fact that has caused me some neurosis but thats another story) and was heading out when Phil, the late night security guard, told me that we were going to take a walk. I thought to myself that he must have been kidding but he wasn't, then I was scared since I don't know him very well and its quite possible he likes to mollest boyish looking men, only the flying spaghetti monster knows. After all of that I saw a sincerity in his eyes that wished for my best interest so I went with him. As we walked we were joined by two other security guards and then we saw a group of Harvard college students forming an outline to what appeared to be a race track. "What's going on?" I cried but no one spoke. "Nothings going on. I'm tired and I need to go to sleep." I said. "Nick" Phil spoke softly and with heavy emotion like he was about to entrust me with a secret. "Naked chicks will be running around here. Guys too but I won't be looking at them." "You're kidding," He wasn't. "I guess I can stick around for that" The Primal Scream occurs every year at Harvard days before finals. The expereince was anticlimactic since I was so tired but I did lose myself in the moment and yelled for a cartwheel from one of the participating students. I remarked to one of the guards that it was "a total sausage fest" since the ratio of men to women was comporable to a gamer's convention. After two laps of nakedness I biked home, went to bed and now I'm at work typing away. Current Mood: crazy (Comment on this)
Wednesday, May 13th, 2009
4:44 pm	I need to remeber this comic strip I came up with in my mind Me going to get car loan. Teller tells me to get a cc b/c they don't do that. I tell her I would prefer to get sodomized. She says "excuse me?" I say "pardon me what i meant to say is that I would prefer to be annally raped, sorry for being unclear." (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Monday, April 20th, 2009
1:56 am	An Emotionally sobbing hug It happened today. It was very reminiscent of an abc family movie of the week plot climax; after building a casket and digging the grave for my dog I embraced my father in an emotionally sobbing hug after we told each other "I love you". Mini came into our family 13 years ago when she came out Lulu, the previous queen of the Yorkies. She followed my dad everywhere and is his companion in a world he feels is fucked. My father is one of the most moody and emotional people I know. Sometimes its sweet and endearing, on his wedding day with my mother he was sobbing from the joy he was experiencing but other times it leads him into a fit of depression and paranoia. That's the happy emotional side but his valleys are when he angrily yells or sobs uncontrollably leading into moderate depression. I'm worried about him, I need to visit him more and, maybe, move in with him until he's back on his feet. Current Mood: contemplative (Comment on this)
Wednesday, April 15th, 2009
12:04 pm	Living in the moment: sobriety revisited For me it has not been a case of whether or not I should stop altering my states of perception through intoxicants. I see that to be the wrong perspective. For me everyday is a fresh new day where anything could happen and I look forward to that mystery. It appears that many of my contemporaries may be using drugs as a way of "escaping lives" that they perceive to be awful. My question is how much is it affecting my health, and is the trade off worth it? Right now moderation is my god. I recall being in a humorous writing class and of the class members commented to me that I seemed to have an excellent memory. I have always remembered that comment since it showed me that details that I see have always been meaningful. I recall having read that meaningfulness is essential component of memory. I have always sprinkled a little bit of a fresh perspective on everyday, although there may always be bad days but I'm still chasing some sort happiness formula. Right now these are my findings in the happiness formula department: It's psychological and physical. For physical: I exercise (releasing endorphins are good!), I'm mindful of what I consume (I attempt to eat small amounts often), I try to keep my appearances somewhat in the range of what I consider to be attractive in the given social context, I have been taking some vitamins and supplements in hopes that they will curve my mild adhd (a brain that is working properly is the nuts), and I walk as much as possible. Psychological: i find meaning in everyday, If I become anxious I take deep breaths and focus on them until is passes, I reward myself for a job well done with some kind of treat, I avoid excessive intoxication because temperance is important to me, and I try to laugh as much as possible when appropriate. I see in the streets such a cold attitude towards others, like we are all drones pluged into a Ipod information system that stimulates us without having to interact with others. People have forgotten to smile to strangers and the art of chance conversation seems to be a rarity. Hopefully the newly found sun will melt away those winter blues and people can once again be the social animal that they are. I do not think my self to have any absolute truth, what I write is just to have a record of the evolution of my thinking. If it helps anyone, awesome. I do not want be like the story of the righteous old man in the fog, he saw other travelers in a fog and laughed at their misfortune but didn't realize that he was also in the fog. Current Mood: calm (Comment on this)
Wednesday, March 25th, 2009
1:47 pm	An action sparks a memory worth remembering. I was just waiting for the bus and I noticed an old man heaving snow into the streets. From my vantage point it looked like he was aiming at the ongoing cars. "But that's crazy," I thought. "No full grown male would ever do something so reckless." But then I thought of my dad. On a night in a summer of the late 90's I was home alone. While in the living room I heard two loud thuds on the front door. First I was a bit frightened by the sounds because they didn't sound like knocks, more like rocks colliding with wood. I gathered some courage and opened the door to find 3 raw eggs decorating my door. I had played baseball in the previous years and had a bat right next to the door. My blood was lava and I grabbed the bat, put on some flip flops and went running after the culprits that were surely miles away by now. Since it was the age of practical jokes and my next door neighbor was a notorious prankster I knocked on his door and paced around in his extended foyer in my robe, mesh shorts and sandals outfit mumbling a crazed train of thoughts, waiting for him to come out and meet my menacing bat. He finally opened the door. "Why did you do that?", I said accusingly. "Why are you at my house in your pajamas and with a bat?", he said defensively. My uncouth actions and wardrobe were starting to become apparent. "Oh, someone threw eggs at my door", I said "And you came out looking like that?" he said with a smile. "Yeah, i know it was you! You shouldn't do that!" "Partna it ain't me, ha ha ha ha. It was probably those white kids down the way, they be causing all sorts of trouble," said Jamal. "Ok, your off the hook. Only because I know who your talking about." At that moment I saw my dad's car drive by. "Oh, shit. I got to tell my pops whats up, peace!" I said quickly as I turned towards the exit of the extended foyer. "Your a crazy Cubano. Ha ha ha," I ran home as fast as my sandals allowed me. The bat I was holding was too large for me and slowed me down, it was a light maple and weighed too much to control when hitting a baseball but would be perfect for smashing the knee caps of egg hurling thugs. I saw my dad approaching the front door. In post running pants I said to him, "Papi...people threw...eggs...at the...door," He looked at me confused. "Que?", He said. "The kids from across the street threw eggs at our door." "Those fucking pieces of shit!" My dad said very loudly. I looked around hoping that there was someone around to witness what he was about to do. My father almost never swore in English, the devil himself would have to be tickling him with a scalding poker in order to get him to do that. When he became that angry I feared for him and me since his actions at this level of rage were unpredictable. I hoped someone was around so he would notice them and not do anything rash, my prayers were unanswered. "Fuck...shit, hijo de la gran puta," my dad raved to himself. He walked into the kitchen, opened the fridge, grabbed a carton of eggs and marched into the middle of the street. "Veremos si le gusta esto," my father said as he sat the carton on the ground of the street and grabbed a couple of eggs. He started to wind up and let go of the egg and hit the neighbors house who we suspected was the house of the culprits. Splat, the house was now covered in a little bit of egg but my father was not satisfied, he continued and emptied the dozen eggs onto the house. Unfortunately for my neighbors, as a youth, my dad religiously played baseball in Havana and he still had game. The blue house was dripping with eggs and in the twilight sky it glistened . My dad grabbed the empty carton and went into the house. I ran inside hoping no one saw the madness. Current Mood: chipper Current Music: the sound of silence (Comment on this)
Friday, January 30th, 2009
5:46 pm	He's back, but twice as sexy and four billion times more humble. I have recently felt a bit depressed. I'm over it and I'm ready to embrace the world and love. FACE BOOK DRAMA!: Well not really but a female I recently met did leave a status that read "(Name) melts at the sight of argyle sweaters and dark rimmed glasses". This was a day after I went to her party wearing an argyle sweater and dark rimmed glasses, scandalous! I'll let y'all know how it turns out. Current Mood: amused (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, December 1st, 2008
3:01 pm	Soon the pelicans will be in control! It is clear from the video above that pelicans will soon be in control of this earth. If we have evidence that they are now eating small birds they will soon move to us on the food chain and I don't like our chances. I must say, I'm in favor of a change in management. The previous administration did little for the rights of pelicans around the world. To be forced into slavery by their "superior" human overloads is by far one of the most despicable things I have ever seen. My stomach just jumps up and down at the mere idea of robing those poor pelicans of their dignity. So, down with Humans; up with pelicans. I just scheduled an appointment with my nearby plastic surgeon to get my nose elongated and colored yellow, and I'm changing my room into an aviary so the queen and king will have a nice place to stay while they're enslaving. Welcome new masters, please don't eat all of us. Current Mood: hyper (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, October 24th, 2008
2:12 am	Why I get nervous when I read in public I want to be a writer and in order to practice I'm taking a class at the center for adult education in Cambridge. When I start to read in class I suddenly get hit with a feeling of nervousness that is refreshing to me. I thought I had removed such hardcore anxiety from myself; I was wrong. Last Wednesday, when I picked up the piece of paper to read, I started to become very self conscious, nervous and I began to flashback to an old memory I had repressed. I was in 8th grade and I was forced to participate in a public speaking competition. This was my era of awkward chubbiness, soft spoken voice, and beta male status in an all boy school where everyone was alpha. I wanted to skip the competition, but my grade depended on it so I swallowed my pride, went on the grim trip, but I had no idea how terrible it would be. I awoke the morning of the competition, tired, sour and lamenting my existence. It was 5pm on a Saturday and I was cranky. "I can't believe they scheduled this thing on a Saturday, next they'll want my Sundays and I'll have to kill." I thought to myself, I was a little upset that my school had easily robbed me of my Saturday. My dad dropped me off at school at 6:30am, from there me and the rest of the prisoners were taken to the hosting school, it was some snobby prep place where the parents had too much money so they wasted it on overpriced education. I would have fallen asleep on the bus ride but I was always a target for hazing and had to live in fear of wet willies and gross things being launched at my face. I learned to stay near the teachers for protection but the kids always commented, "Teachers pet" and "momma's boy" were the bullies preferred names for me. "Remember, sticks and stones Nick, sticks and stones." I though to myself, but that did little to ease my adolescent suffering. About 20 minutes before we arrived to the school, it hit me, I hadn't practiced for the competition! Bump, bump. My heart hurt. This was the sort of speech that took weeks to master and all I could do was read feverishly for the last 20 minutes of the bus ride. How did I get into this mess? A week before the competition I was still undecided about my piece. I had concentrated all of my effort trying to weasel my way out of it, but was realizing that I had to go and pick a piece. I was in public speaking class when Eddie went up and did his excerpt from 'The Tell Tale Heart' by Edgard Allan Poe. He spoke with such confidence, eloquence and creepiness that it gave me an idea. "My god!", I thought, "If I'm that good I'll sever the competition!" So I decided on that day to practice and deliver the most bone chilling rendition of 'The tell tale heart'. In my head played the theme from Rocky and I imagined a montage of me practicing in front of my dad, scaring him with such dark oration that only Poe himself would smile and then winning the competition after beating a large Russian foreign exchange kid named Draco. "Yes!", I thought, I would show the non believers that I could be as charming, dark and scary as pretty boy Eddie. Now was the day of the competition and what had happened to my grand plans? Well, I would have done all of the things I planned but I had more pressing matters that week; I had to beat the latest Final Fantasy and the last boss was a real douche and took forever to die. It was 9am and a million of a my frightened heartbeats later we were greeted by smiling students eager to participate in the competition. "They've all received a lobotomy!", I thought. There was no way that a kid would prefer to spend a Saturday morning at this god forsaken hell hole, the only reason was the work of a masterful surgeon. We were broken up into small groups based on the pieces we were reading, as we gathered I saw Eddie was in my group. "Well isn't that just great!" I thought. Once in the classroom I waited to go up, every person's name was read by the judge as though we were being called up to an electric chair. It was my turn to read; My heart almost exploded from the flight response I was experiencing. Once up my peers beady eyes waited to judge me, and the judge looked ready to pass out a sentence. And in the back of my head all I could think about was the person who went before me, Eddie. He was actually better than a week before, he added dramatic pauses and stared at the judge in a way that shook her otherwise stoic countenance. He was smooth, confident and I was dead. Now was the hour of truth, I looked at my peers and the judge. "You may begin", said the judge. All I heard from her lips was "Dead man reading". Bump, Bump, my heart was telling me to get it over with. I swallowed and I opened my mouth. I stuttered, stammered, re-read and almost burst into flames. My pauses weren't dramatic, they were awkward and my half spoken words hung in the air waiting for their better halves. Part of me wanted to run away or grab the adjacent pen, stab my heart and end its nervous beating, but I didn't. I held my ground, kept driving through my oratory car wreck and finished the piece. "Thank you, that was good." said the judge. "Good!? That was awful!" I thought to myself. My peers nodded along with the judge's sentiment, I felt like a forgotten prince enslaved by jesters. "Thank you.", I said with a false bravado to my peers and judge. I went to my seat and fell hard into it. Bump, Bump, my heart still beats the same way whenever I have to give a speech from a text. Hopefully writing about this will get rid of my tell tale heart. Current Mood: accomplished Current Music: Ry Cooder (7 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, October 6th, 2008
1:35 pm	Discussion of ballot questions, especially 3 I am decided on questions 1 and 2, no and yes respectively. 1 is cutting a tax that provides money for education and some other important stuff. 2 is decriminalization of marijuana possession of one ounce or less that will save kids and professionals from becoming criminals and will save the state thousands and perhaps millions in prosecution fees. Question 3 is the tough one for me. It's about making dog racing illegal which in turn will leave thousands jobless but would protect the rights of the dogs. Originally I said that the bill went too far, I'm in favor of keeping the jobs and regulating the industry even more then it already is. Apparently it's heavily regulated already with trainers and animal rights people. The only reason I'm questioning my decision to vote no is that my housemate is in favor of passing the ballot question. In a way I am voting no because the scenario that I want is one with strict regulation but I'm not voting for that. I have to vote for this all or nothing scenario. I'm more apt to side with the people who need jobs to live but I do recognize that just because people need jobs doesn't mean that anything should be allowed to be a job. If I did vote in favor of making dog racing illegal I'm sure people would have plenty of time and warning to find a new job but given the way our economy is do we want to do it? Should that be a consideration? I'm also not sure how well equipped our society is at retraining people. There is the other consideration in regards to gambling being something generally bad because it creates addiction and broken families. I'm personally not educated on the matter enough, I do feel that it does gouge the poor more then the rich but we could always talk about education being the problem. Logically gambling is a terrible proposition, my father used to call it the poor man's only hope. I guess the questions for me are: which option will lead to the greater good in the short term, which option is the greater good in the long run, and if they are in conflict which is more important? I believe that you should give people maximum liberty with some restrictions i.e. don't kill people and certain drugs rob your freedom outright because of their addictive nature. These restrictions actually heighten freedom and without them someone could come by and blow your head off without any negative consequence, absolute freedom is no freedom. The question is where do you draw the line and I'm not sure unfortunately and if you think you know please respond to this post so we can engage in a written exchange. (Comment on this)