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Underground Scholars

Mon, 09 Nov 2009 19:13:53 GMT

I met a man outside the library earlier who reminded me of my old friend Big Yoda. I wouldn't be surprised if they had met, or even related. He talked about aliens, the Freemasons, corporatocracy, re-engineering pistons using electromagnetism (which makes sense), the bullshit that is "The Green Revolution". He told me that once they teach you to be a part of the workforce early on in your life, that means the education system you are told to be a part of is fundamentally and intentionally screwed. He told me about the control-freaks "behind the scenes", making sure you stay broke; making sure your money goes into their bank accounts. He told me many things that I am still processing in my head. Every thing he said made sense. He is an underground scholar and now a teacher. He told me that it was up to young people like me to start the revolution; to help others break away from the Platonic cave that enslaves all of us. The usual shit. Every one of his lessons I already knew, but it was refreshing to know that there are still free-thinkers out there. There will always be hope for mankind as long as we have "madmen" like him and Big Yoda...because madmen are sometimes the voice of reason; they speak the truth when the truly delusioned ones (the so called "normal people") accept everything fed to them without thought. It could all be labeled as 'conspiracy theory'. You shouldn't take anything at face value. That's really the lesson I'm always reminded of whenever I come across these people. You just have to think for yourself.

What Lies Ahead

Mon, 09 Nov 2009 17:18:13 GMT

I saw this small segment on the local news lastnight on how there has been a sudden growth in the psychic business. Many more people are going to fortune tellers, palm readers, and other "mediums" to have their futures forecasted. The same amount of people, apparently, are trying to become psychics themselves as more and more attend classes and seminars on "tapping into your psychic potential".

We like to think that we can predict the future; it gives us the illusion of control over our chaotic life--in this chaotic world. I don't think you can ever know what lies ahead. The trick is to not fear uncertainty.

Wednesday, November 04, 2009

Wed, 04 Nov 2009 19:53:18 GMT

“May I be a guard for those who are protectorless,
A guide for those who journey on the road;
For those who wish to go across the water,
May I be a boat, a raft, a bridge.

May I be an isle for those who yearn for landfall,
And a lamp for those who long for light;
For those who need a resting place, a bed,
For all who need a servant, may I be a slave

Thus, for every single thing that lives,
In number like the boundless reaches of the sky,
May I be their sustenance and nourishment
Until they pass beyond the bounds of suffering”

- Shantideva, A Guide to the Bodhisattva’s Way of Life

Saturday, October 31, 2009

Sat, 31 Oct 2009 14:56:11 GMT

I'm so far away...

you will never reach me,

never never reach me.

Monday, October 19, 2009

Mon, 19 Oct 2009 23:12:38 GMT

Feeling lucky...

...Feeling fine

I feel a cosmic wave

bathing my mind.

Bus Tickets

Mon, 28 Sep 2009 23:23:48 GMT

I'm feeling that itch once again. I was going through my Memory Box last night and sifted through a collection of bus tickets. What especially struck a chord in me were the tickets I kept when I was traveling through Mexico. I miss all the emotions that run through me whenever I go on one of my solo-backpacking trips. I miss the excitement, the rush of adrenaline, the anxiety, the liberating feeling of having total control of my movements, and the tiny drop of nervousness that comes with solo travel. I remember the night I landed in Brownsville, Texas at 3 am, and there I was, this loner kid sporting a backpack and a dumb look on his face. It felt like I landed in a neo-spaghetti-western-mystery-travel-thriller film. The bus station was small, dim, and somber; and the streets were dark and desolate. I loved every minute of it, and this was before I even crossed the border into Mexico.

Yes, it's that time again. Hopefully, the next time I go to another country, it will be for an assignment. And I hope it'll be soon.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Wed, 23 Sep 2009 13:44:05 GMT

I'm dreaming of white nights,

black ghosts, and bright lights.

They say that money's our savior,

but I know it's all hype.

Random Ten

Tue, 22 Sep 2009 13:54:54 GMT

1. I found out they have kendo classes at the Buddhist temple (a block away). I'm so stoked! It's a very very small class too so I'll get more personal lessons. The sensai seems like a very wise old man and, from what I've seen, has mastered the craft of kendo and iaido. Ten bucks per session too. I'm about to skeet in my man-thong.

2. Amtrizzak to L.A.? Seriously? Large black BR sunglasses: check; skateboard: check; wads of cash: check! California, here I come.

3. Monterrey, Mexico in November? I'm down for that too.

4. Still searching for that "perfect" acting gig. I want to play a recovering drug addict, or a bank robber. I can't relate to either of those roles, which is why I want to do them; I want to explore my own darkness. I wouldn't mind playing a geek/nerd either...now that's something I can relate with.

5. Still dreaming of my 1969 Chevelle SS.

6. Sorry Broseph Stalin, but this dude will never go on a man-date with you.

7. Collecting random shit for this online store I plan on opening. My first true business venture. I'm excited.

8. I've had Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix for a while now and yet it's still so enjoyable to listen to, beginning to end.

9. Congratulations, you're caller #9. You win a bag of frozen peas!

10. Sleep.Eat.Drink.Travel.Write.Learn.Live.

Systems Theory

Wed, 16 Sep 2009 13:48:32 GMT

I was reading some material from the CDC and UNICEF, and started spotting signs of patterns in the spread of viruses. I then read a few books, I ordered on Amazon, on systems theory, and every time I read about complex systems and the interrelatedness of the components of those systems I am always left amazed.

I mean, for me at least, it's hard not to be aware of this interconnectedness, or beautiful synchronicity, that pretty much governs the universe. From the way volcanoes recycle carbon dioxide to the support the Amazon rainforest gets from the sands of the Sahara blown by wind and distributed by rain.

To me, studying these various systems is like being an engineering student except instead of physical machines, you study the machinery of the universe.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Tue, 15 Sep 2009 17:41:11 GMT

"...flushing crack down the toilet/two sips from being alcoholic/nine hundred ninety-nine thou from being rich but now I'm all for it."

-Nasir Jones, Street Dreams