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Time has changed us…
|| 4/29/2003 || 10:37 am || Comments Off on Time has changed us… || ||

::Repost from old blog::

as changed us. Time changes everything. But what really is time? I’d like to think its just the quantized synchronous rhythm of our collective heart beats. Well the time has come for me to write. I haven’t since Friday. Well what has taken place? I passed out on my bed Friday night at around 11:30pm and woke up around 3am. I opted to attempt to stay up and work on things. Actually I didn’t opt for anything, I just stayed up because I wasn’t tired. I ended up making a small Flash intro page for the Critical Mass website. At around 9am I decided that I’d go help the IMC move into their new space. I went to the wrong address, Grrr, and since it was in a part of town that I’d only be to a few times prior, I decided to go for a ride. Boy was it one! I thought I had made my way to Maryland, and after consulting mapquest, I found that I had only made it to dead central DC. It made me realize how little of the city I actually knew about! I need to go farther from downtown more often. Thank you bike! (I need to name her, maybe Nancy, since that is the name of the woman who gave it to me) I rode from 1205 S st west to 14th St where I rode north to west on Randolph St. then south on 16th where I went west again around the Columbia Heights metro stop to Park Rd then to Kingle Road down a huge hill into Rock Creek Park. It was absolutely beautiful. After having rained most of the morning, everything was delightfully green and moist. Saturday, I fell in love with Rock Creek Park. Can’t wait to go back there and ride again! I took a lot of pictures of the budding trees and of the massive bridges that span over the creek. I’d love to canoe it sometime, but I don’t think they allow it. After riding around in awe of nature, I made it back to my room to around 11am. I met up with Jason H. & Holly H. at around noon to film and work on their video for their electronic & computer music class. I took the class my sophomore year and had a great time. My final composition was rather powerful, mindfuck is the word that people told me. Anyways, we filmed some clips in his basement. Looking for the eerie effect, we filmed a bunch of random stuff. Then we drove to SW DC in Jason’s car to film some footage of the train tracks. The spot he took us was awesome. Its the underbelly of DC that is only a few blocks away from all the tourist attractions. It was this massive underground train tunnel that was covered in graffiti. It was filled with empty spay paint cans and relics of a time when the area was still prime canvas. I took a lot of pictures and footage, it was a great site! If I was homeless, I’d probably live there! Less than a block away from the Department of Agriculture and Department of Engraving is home to something you won’t ever find on the tourist maps all right…. After that we made our way back to my room and began making the video. It took forever, I wish I would have been given artistic freedom to make the video instead of having to follow their ideas, which were good, but 3 minds take longer to make decisions. After making most of the video, my Mac froze when I tried to do check something while Final Cut Pro was rendering. Most of the work was lost….GRRRR…. Always save everything, backup often. So we decided to finish later. It was about 10pm and I made my way to Nancy S’s wheatpasting party. It turns out that it was actually her birthday party, and if I would have known I would have brought her something. In the end, I think she’ll like the photos I took of the evening. It was nice to meet a bunch of folks of all ages, drink good beeer, and eat a LOT of cake. The people there were ones I’m glad I met, all with different insights and ideas. At around 1am, most of us moved the party to the front of her apartment building and covertly put up various posters on public spaces. I put up a great photo of Mayor Anthony Williams looking like a dolt that says "Tony the Rat" The other one I put up was drawing of soldiers putting up a flag draped oil derrick in Iow Jima fashion, and below it says "Bush’s War For Oil" I absolutely love that graphic. I really like the idea of wheatpasting. Its the best non-destructive way to get an idea, event, cause, design, etc on the street. After the party, I road home and put up a few posters around campus and the World Bank. A few are still up. I’m going to put some more up soon (like tonight!). Yesterday, Nancy & I created a list for people around DC to organize wheatpasting parties – its called the "Poster Posse" I wonder how well it will work :-) Sunday, slept most of the day away when I should have been working on my geography assignment….grrr…. I got up at noon to register for my housing for next year. I got shat on like a toilet. I’m living four doors down from where I lived Freshman year in the same building that I’m at now. At least this year I have the second best dorm in the building, its not right, how can I get such a shitty room? Even if I had a roommate I would have gotten a shitty room because there was only one dorm that had high-speed internet. What a joke. I’m going to be writing the school newspaper and the CLLC (folks in charge of housing) to vent my disbelief. I was so pissed, I went back to sleep. I woke up late and spent most of the night trying to get a damned "preloader" to work on my webpage. I also added a bunch of new sounds to the page and removed the Kraftwerk tune, it was getting on my nerves big time! The preloader was put in so that people knew that the Flash animation was loading and that my site wasn’t bogus. I went to bed Monday morning and ended up sleeping the day away, just like Sunday… I get myself on these fucked up sleeping cycles, and they are so hard to break them. I either need an upper or a downer to correct them, and I’m living "drug free" so nothing is working- Alcohol makes me sleep until it wears off (leaving me more sleepy), caffeine makes my mind race, sleeping pills make me sleep the next day away, and I don’t partake any other drugs to test… It seems my mind is restless all the time, and there is nothing to quiet it, my solitude is nothing but my mind talking to itself at speeds and wavelengths I cannot decipher. Grrrr. Soon enough I’ll have a bunch of campers to keep my mind busy, and a regimented schedule to adhere by. I can’t wait. This evening was consumed by finishing the Jason & Holly’s video up. I got paid a couple packs of smokes (hopefully the last) and a couple of blank DVD-Rs. I told Jason to go out and get a DVD to put final copy of the video on, and when he left I told Holly I hope that he got the 4 pack. As the synchrondeity turns out, there were only four packs available. So I’m going to burn them each a copy of the final product, which ended up being pretty good. Only a few flaws in the video that I should have fixed, but I was sick of working on that "pro-bono" video. I did make the DVD really nice looking with the audio, a slideshow with audio, and the movie on a nice background graphic. First time using iDVD2, and I could definitely see its major limitations, I wonder if iDVD3 or DVD Studio Pro are any better? On the menu of the DVD, there is a clip of the piece that will get the biggest charge out of the audience. Off an indymedia website from Portugal, its a live satellite stream recording of Bush practicing his speech with a hairstylist over him combing and patting his head. I love the clip! Its too perfect, what a way to make our president look like a pet of the corporations than with a woman petting his hair as he gestures to make a fake point. The video is from the night that he declared war on Iraq (I believe) In the video I fisheyed his head so he has a HUGE forehead, and on a different clip I did a "head shrink" and made him look like an alien. I’m glad that Holly & Jason are letting me use that clip. After all the piece is titled "Friseur" which means hairdresser in German. On Saturday, Holly pointed out that the governor of Maryland, Bob Ehrlich’s last name "Ehrlich" means honestly in German, how ironic for a politician. I need to learn more languages, my Spanish is all but gone, I feel like an American. GRR. Today I’m going to teach a yoga class for a girl in my Yoga Teacher Prep class, it should be fun. I should probably find some good poses for it, rather than recycle those damned four I learned my class. Right after that I’m busting ass to see my video at the Electronic and Computer Music Performance. I miss Steve Hilmy, my professor of that class, I trashed a great reference! I don’t know why I stopped working with him doing "pro" sound recording, the second semester my sophomore year. It still baffles me as to why I didn’t go. Was I depressed? Did I not want money? Was I sick of working on a computer that wasn’t my own? At least I can attribute Hilmy to the purchase of my iMac. But still I don’t know why I left, all that do know is that I haven’t spoken to Hilmy in a long time, and I think he thinks I ditched him for something else, when I ditched him for absolutely nothing. Grr- It seems like I’m just writing out my frustrations here, hence all of those GRrrs. I need to replace them more with YEAHs! or else…. I’ve only got like two weeks here left. YEAH! Finals! Grrr Mountains- YEAH! New friends YEAH! lets see how the next few days turn out…



Friseur
|| 4/28/2003 || 8:14 pm || Comments Off on Friseur || ||

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Made a short video called “Friseur” for the GWU’s Electronic & Computer Music concert. Friseur means hair cutter in German.

==/updates\==
11/30/04
Holly, my friend in the video, joins the German Electroclash band Electrocute.

6/24/04
The same source footage of George Bush was used in Fahrenheit 911 by Michael Moore



Television, the Drug of the Nation
|| 4/25/2003 || 8:19 pm || Comments Off on Television, the Drug of the Nation || ||

::Repost from old blog::

‘Lyrically remixed’ “Television, the Drug of the Nation” by the Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy

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Artist: Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy
Song: Television, the Drug of the Nation

Lyrical Remix by Nikolas R. Schiller

one nation under God has turned into one nation under the influence of one
drug

Television, the drug of the Nation. Breeding ignorance and feeding radiation

T.V., it satellite links our United States of Unconsciousness
Apathetic therapeutic and extremely obnoxious
The methadone metronome pumping out 1000s of channels 24 hours a day
you can flip through all of them, and still there’s nothing worth the stay

T.V. is the reason why less than 10 per cent of our
Nation reads books every day
So people like Longfellow, Wordsworth,Thoreau sound gay
T.V. is why most people think Central America means Missouri,
Iran means you were in a hurry, South Africa is a location,
and Chile is a weather translation,

Socialism means un-American anti-isolation,
and Apartheid is a new headache remedy
and the best news program is a hybrid info-comedy
absorbed in it’s world it’s so hard to find us
glued to mind molding, thought controlling, medium that binds us
maybe the mother of our Nation should remind us

that we’re sitting too close to…

Television, the drug of the Nation. Breeding ignorance and feeding radiation

T.V. is the stomping ground for political candidates,
but when have you seen a debate get irate?
T.V. is mechanized politic’s remote control over the masses,

co-sponsored by environmentally safe gases
It’s the perpetuation of the two party system,
where image takes precedence over wisdom
Where sound bite politics are served to the fastfood culture,
Where straight teeth in your mouth are more important
than the words that come out of it

Where Guantanamo Detainees are shown on TV,
A total violation the Geneva Conventions to me.
Thank you Helen Thomas for thinking free.
Where Press conferences are scripted and
we have a president that is called mentally gifted
Race baiting is the way to get selected,

Willie Clinton or Will he not get elected on…

Television, the drug of the Nation. Breeding ignorance and feeding radiation

T.V., is it the reflector or the director?
Can you live outside of this dominant vector?
Does it imitate us, or do we imitate it

Or are we leaving a planet that is worth a shit?
because a child watches 1500 murders before he’s twelve years old
and we wonder why we’ve created a Jason generation that
learns to laugh rather than to abhor the horror
T.V. is the place where armchair generals and
quarterbacks can experience first hand the excitement of warfare

Where embeds are in bed with the pentagon,
And speaking out against the war is patriotically wrong.
Where liberation is sold like gold we are told,
but country after country it has gotten old
With Sugar sweet sitcoms that leave us with a bad actor taste
whilepop stars metamorphosize into soda pop stars

You saw the video, You heard the soundtrack, Well now go buy the soft drink,
Its time to wake up and think!
Only on….

Television, the drug of the Nation. Breeding ignorance and feeding radiation

Back again, "New and improved" Genetically modified,

with an informational diatribe
Back again, to our irregularly programmed schedule
hidden cleverly between heavy breasted beer and car commercials
CNN ESPN ABC TNT it mostly B.S. to me,
Where Reality TV just means more money for NBC
Where oxymoronic language like "virtually spotless",

"fresh frozen","light yet filling" and "military intelligence"
have become standard negligence
T.V. is the place where phrases are redefined and double spoken to our mind
like "recession" to "necessary downturn",

"Civilian death" to "collateral damages"
and being killed by your own Army is now called "friendly fire",
I am one recruit they cannot hire
T.V. is the place where the pursuit of happiness

has become the pursuit of trivia
Let me double think this weakest link
Its where imagination is sucked out of children by a cathode ray nipple
T.V. is the only wet nurse that would create such a cripple
This message was sponsored by

Television, the drug of the Nation. Breeding ignorance and feeding radiation

==/update\==

1/07/05
I ended up seeing Michael Franti while in Maui, Hawaii. While in line for tickets, I didn’t even know he was the same man who had wrote this originally.



Done with Yoga
|| || 5:33 pm || Comments Off on Done with Yoga || ||

::Repost from old blog::

Done with Yoga Teacher Preparation. What a marathon! Starting at 10pm, I began working my final project & extra credit at Kat’s place. Good lordy, it took FOREVER. I worked on that paper until 4am. Then slept a whopping two hours because some random alarm clock in her living room went off. Worked from 6am to 2:00pm. Altogether 26 pages of pure, unadulterated, BS. I think she’ll like it tho. I taught my yoga class to my classmates who were equally unenthused about the class. But at least its over. Now I’m going to do the Critical Mass bike ride in a few. I’m beat and it looks like its starting to drizzle. I’ll probably pass out when I get back. I’m going to call Laurie, she was interested in coming out and riding. She and I had a great conversation before I went over to Kats. Maybe she’d have a good time riding through DC with a bunch of Critical Mass folk- we’ll see. In my short sleep I dreamt of CCO. A campers mom came into the cabin and was like going on how how she didn’t want her son to be in our cabin. Flash to Truman the head of the camp asking me why the mom was so irate. Flash to some really weird sexual dream. Good thing that alarm clock woke me up… LOL I wonder what tonight has in store for me. I’m thinking some liquor might be nice. Maybe some good companionship. Maybe both. We’ll see. But first I need to make a call, and get my arse ready for some bike riding. Bike On!



Vivid Dreams
|| 4/24/2003 || 6:32 pm || Comments Off on Vivid Dreams || ||

::Repost from old blog::

Just woke up from a 4 hour nap. Whooa. Dreams. A bunch of them of them- all different but all very vivid. I’m still working on how the first two were. One I watched a atomic bomb slowly descend from the sky, while all my family members ran to the backside of the house. I made it behind a tree as the blast went off and I could feel the heat around me. Flash to being the basement. Using a laser to kill snakes as they enter from outside- a sea of black hissing serpents. Laser does the trick. Followed in by people who had been characters in my previous stretch of dreams, looked up and a the Dalmatian running up stairs to help a Jack Russell terrier that is limping. Flash to being in bed with a woman, do not know who.. Flash to changing my arms like a plastic toy, and being surrounded by plastic people, Flash to looking out the window to someone plastic. Flash to eating cereal. Flash to looking at a cigarette machine, and opening it up, and taking 6 packs (a few blue, a few yellow, and few red) then running with a companion who said she’d never seen a vending machine opened before. As we run, I hear the police radio conversation talking about all suspects on foot, describing them. I turn around and see about 20 people all scattering. Some running into houses, others jumping into the bushes, other changing their clothes so they don’t look the same, I was wearing my FedEx jacket and I run, I take it off and officer asks what I’m doing and I keep running and he grabs me by the jacket, so I take that off on the fly and slide under a fence. Looking up see some familiar faces, and they mumble to themselves that they had nothing do with this, and they were just in projects with friends……wake up……. I’m still getting bits and pieces of my first dream that had much more to do with a woman and love. I can’t get my mind to backtrack to the plot, but it was really good. It wasn’t like a series of many short films. In color with sound. I defied gravity a few times. I defied law. I survived an atomic blast. Killed serpents. Very good nap I must say. I really wish I could get my mind around it all and remember the entire sequence of events. I think my favorites were the first one (that I can’t remember, but liked) Grrrr…. I want to remember…. Now its time to go work on my Yoga papers.



Another Long Day…
|| || 1:30 pm || Comments Off on Another Long Day… || ||

::Repost from old blog::

Another long day rounded the bend. After writing last bit I opted to stay up rather than going to sleep. More wasted time, sorta. Yesterday morning, at around 7am I got a wild hair up my ass and thought that it would be fun to go up the Washington Monument. I wanted to take an ass load of photos for up there at around 555ft. I rode my bike down there arrive at 8:30- find a line for tickets is stretched down the block. I opt wait in line with tourists from all over the country, thinking it would be worth it. Make my way to 10 feet from the ticket kiosk, and find they ran out of tickets for the day. 1600 tickets a day. That’s just lame. Does it have to be 1600? I mean come on. 1600 Pennsylvania Ave, I wonder if they just changed it for the Patriot Act. 45 minutes wasted, and I was cold from sitting on my bike & watching kids injure their wrists from playing Red Rover. Grrrr. Trekked back to dorm room and decided to make an appointment for a free hearing test that is given daily, and cleaned my room, stage one. Organized all the literature from yesterday and put it all in a bad, it broke. I got so much cool stuff that I think I’ll have a use for sometime in the future, maybe decorations for a classroom? Food’s ready- angel hair pasta & Italian red pepper pasta (makes for an eye pleasing pasta dish) with spicy tomato sauce and more of that soy milk. Yumm! I’d definitely have the TV on right now, but my idiot box block is still up. I want go put up some of those Krafted stickers, but riding my bike has stopped me from doing that because it takes too much effort. Yeah lazy ass.. Anyways, my plan yesterday was to recite my lyrical remix of "Television, the drug of the Nation" at a slam poetry reading on campus. But it didn’t pan out the way I thought it would, but instead it worked out nicely. The world works in funny ways. So I practiced reading it a lot most of the morning, and I was looking forward to reciting it. At 3pm, I went over to get the hearing test done. I’m amazed at the human ear. I can’t get over the fact that we as a species have only heard amplified music for three generations. I mean, a hundred years ago there was no such thing as amplified music. In that time we’ve created sounds that far exceed what the human ear was design for. You’d think that we’d all be deaf after going to a club or rave. And I know after walking out many a nights, with the tinnitus ringing in my ears, that our ears were not designed to withstand such an auditory assault. Nonetheless, I hear relatively fine, what did you say? My scores broke down that I could hear most frequencies better than average. The only frequencies were I did have some loss were at 8000hz which is really high pitch and well beyond what I need to have. With normal being 25 dB, I was kicking at 35 dB, but the average for my right ear of all the frequencies was 10 dB and 7 dB for my left ear. With 25 dB being average, I’m astounded that my ears have withstood five years of "damage" without much harm. What did you say? After spending time in the sound-proof booth that looked and smelled that it was from the early 60s, I went to meet up with Holly & Jason who want me to help them make a music video for their electronic and computer music show. I’m hoping that it will pan out and that we can come up with something that will look good. I’m still out to lunch with what they are going to shoot for because their piece is really abstract, so I hope we can make something that is equally as abstract. After the meeting I went to my Remote Sensing class, where Mike & I pounded away at the stupid Idrisi program for almost 3 hours trying to create a Maximum Likelihood Classification using our GPS data points from around DC. I hate hate hate using Windows now, I scoff at the bugs that show up in all windows programs. Idrisi is no different. The file name after the third round was aptly titled BIATCH. Our collective disgust was apparent. By the end of the time there and not really making much progress, I was able to show some of my fellow students what I had been working on as of late. I make it back to my room about 6:45, practice the poetry piece, and being up for about 18 hours or so, I decided to lay on my bed for a minute. Three hours later I arise, and bust ass to location of the Slam Poetry event. I arrive as the janitors are tearing down the stage. Slightly pissed, I over and get some fries. I had slept through my chance at telling people the evils of TV with rhyme & plagiarized reason. But the silver lining was that Kat, a girl from my Yoga class, was eating with her friend. I sat down and found out that I’ve got someone to work with on my yoga paper and to practice for tomorrow’s final. Yeah! The conversation moved to my missing of the slam event, and I gave her friend the piece to read- she liked it- and I don’t know how, but the conversation moved to CS gas that was used on her friend at the Quebec City FTAA protest. She mentioned how the gas causes women to instantly menstruate and that it caused some women to miscarry when it was used in Seattle. How horrifying! Of course its not legal to use, but neither is Depleted Uranium, and that is still used. But lord, I that stuff scares the hell out of me! Anyways, after chatting it up for a bit, and feeling confident that I’m going to have someone to work with tonight, I left. Outside I met up with my friend Jon L. who mentioned that my boy Greg won second place at the poetry slam. This further validated my sleep, because I know Greg’s lyrical prowess. He’s an awesome writer! I went back to my room and call him up to give him props. I think I’ll get another chance to read my piece, probably on Saturday at Nancy’s wheatpasting party. I dressed myself, and headed over to club 5 for LTJ Bukem & MC Conrad. I arrive and have Harry and Matty do a double take (they weren’t the last!). Luckly, since I was behind Harry in line and he is a major figurehead in the DCDnB scene, I was able to get in free because he had a plus 1 on the guest list. Saved myself $12 dollars. Or did I? I told Harry I’d go buy him a drink- bought two Red Stripes for $12 :-\ Made my rounds with the scenesters, took some photos. And then Allison R. introduced me to hear friend Cassidy, who offers to buy us drinks– for the whole night. I’ve never been fed so much liquor at a club before! Kamikazes, buttery nipples, shots of I don’t know what, and by the end of the night I was krunked. The place was jammed packed for most of the night! LTJ Bukem’s set was nice and smooth, but the biggest drawback of the night was that I could hardly hear MC Conrad at all. And I know it wasn’t because of my ears! The sound system at 5 is too much low end sound and not enough highs, and unless Conrad was speaking at 8000 hz, it shouldn’t have mattered. Anyways, I was one drunk bicyclist on the way home. I ran into a lot of friends at Red making the night fun. When I got home, I called Mariel, and chatted with her for a bit, but I’m not sure why I called- there must have been some impetus. I ended up falling asleep on a sad note because of it. Sometimes I wonder why I put myself through the pain of still loving someone who has scared my heart. Yet I know that I’ll never stop loving her, its still hard for me to give her up. Maybe its because she is still my best friend, only more removed from me, or maybe its because I’ve never let her go (but I have tried) or maybe its because I know that she made a mistake and I want to forgive her. Or maybe I’ve just made the mistake of keeping her kept up on a pedestal, when she doesn’t deserve that, I don’t know, but what I do know is that I miss her. I miss snuggling. I miss the nape of her neck, the lil puppy dog noises she makes, the way she would talk to me when she was half-asleep, the innocence of my only love. I miss having some drunken lovin after a night at the club. I just wrote an E-mail to Mary Morris, it took 2.742 seconds to send. Sigh. The number 42 showed up again, it has not left my life. I’ve got to go to Physics class in a hot minute, and I hope Gus is there. Afterwards, I hope that I can get some of my Yoga paper out of the way, so its easier tonight. I’m still tired tho. At least I slept through the night this time around. Well I’m excited for this weekend. It should be fun. Critical Mass bike ride tomorrow should be fun too. The collaborative video & the wheat pasting party should be fun too. I wonder who I’ll meet! Off to class!! Onward & Upward!



No Sleep
|| 4/23/2003 || 3:28 am || Comments Off on No Sleep || ||

::Repost from old blog::

So I never ended up going to sleep last night. I don’t know why, but sleep just wasn’t something I could do. However, I had a semi-productive day. I got my hair cut (before & after) A major transition! I’m going to have to reintroduce myself to all sorts of people, but oh well, you gotta keep reinventing yourself. And the shaggy ass frock had to go, I’m not sure why I didn’t do it sooner. I guess I had some far-fetched notion that the long hair was attractive, but I know it totally wasn’t. With all the activism I’ve been doing lately, I probably looked like a hippy! Woohoo! Minus the patchouli…. Anyways, starting at 8am, I began calling all the local area barber shops and beauty salons in search of the cheapest cut. After 10 calls or so, I found a barber that would cut for $12. His name was Carl and he did an alright job I think. I was expecting a little more conversation from him, but I guess his clientelle are usually businessmen who keep to themselves. No doubt I’m very happy with how it turned out. Maybe I’ll pass for a military man- yeah! After leaving the chop shop, I opted to take a different route home. Taking new routes is the beauty of life! I happened on going to the south route down 17th to Est, and in Rawlings Park there was a mass of folks. It turns out that it was an Earth Day celebration being held by the President’s Council on Environmental Quality, General Services Administration, the Department of the Interior, and the Office of Personell Management. There were booths set up everywhere, all giving out loads of freebies (paid for by our tax dollars). So I basically crashed a federal Earth Day event, that was open to the public, but aimed at the federal employees! I was walking with my bike and my arm got filled with so much literature that I had to go lock my bike up. I went around to the rest of the tables and filled my other arm up with posters, pamphelts, cups, pens, videos, CD-roms, seeds, stickers, buttons, coasters, pads of paper, and various reports on the state of various departments. I had to trek back to my room to drop off my booty! I went back and flirted with a lady who was with Friends of the Environment, who had a roll of 5,000+ KRAFTED stickers (which are a good jam- the stickers shed light on the fact the Kraft uses GMOs). I took so many of the stickers from her, and she was more than obliged to give them to me :-) I look forward to sticking them all around the city! They also gave away a flyer that was a month by month timeline that shows the environmental regulations Bush has stripped since he’s been in office! I’d love to make a flash movie using the text as source material for their website. I loved that table the most, simply because it was something that was rather "anti-bush" at a federally sponsored event. It couldn’t have been more perfect. Except if I would have gotten that lady’s number :-) One of the posters I got from U.S. Fish & Wildlife Service shocked me tho. It was blatant military propaganda! It says " Small Whorled- Big Mission" <graphic> "The Marines – We’re Saving A Few Good Species" The <graphic> shows marines decked out in the woods and in the forground a small whorled pogonia, that had been photoshopped in! I took a few posters tho, just because I could, and I knew what I was taking- propaganda. Now I need to figure out what to do with with all my booty. I think I’ll donate some of the literature to the geography department. I know a few professors that would like the literature from the USGS. After I snagged a few more popsicles, krafted stickers, posters, and more literature ( I have a 6 in stack of literature!) I made my way back to my room to take a shower and finish off the Nikolas transition by shaving my face. After the metamorphisis was complete I went to my Physics class and talked about how quarks are bound together. I found the most interesting stuff was the concept that neutrinos are massless and that they only have mass when moving because of the kinetic energy. So they only exist at the speed of light. I tried to correlate that with a red/blue shift, and if the universe began to reverse direction(begin to shrink, rather than expand) the massless photons & nuetrinos would be lost because the net direction would change and they’d slow down and dissapear. I’m not sure where the spectualtion came from. I’m still trying to formulate my abstract theory that since light bends that the concept of distance from earth to stars is seriously flawed because light could be bent massively due to high gravitational fields in space, so the concept of a straight line of distance from a to b is more like a roller coaster ride, making the light year moe ambiguous. Gus, my favorite non-GW student, retired former NSA employee was in class today. He mentioned something about it being his fault that in the 1980s the Space Station had budget problems. I’d like to talk to him about that! My aunt & uncle were working on it when he was making those "errors" No matter what, I’ve got so much respect for that man! I’d love to have him as a adopted grandfather and rack his brain on sunny saturday mornings over coffee and chess. I still can’t believe that he held the plutonium ignition device for Fat Man, the first atomic bomb! He said it was a nickle plated ball of hot plutonium, similar to a bowling ball… The first atomic bomb- and he held the ignition to the greatest technological feat of the twentith century. Add that to my old girlfriend Garrette, the reason I came to GW, working at the White House and meeting the president a few times. Add that to TJ’s mom, the trapeze artist, who performed for Hitler and was praised by him. Man its a small world. After class, it got even smaller. I went and got a stuffed green bell pepper, mashed potatos, and green beans and ate with my back to the TV in J. Street. After I was done eating, I noticed a familiar laugh, and below was Laurie, my exotic Remotes Sensing GPS partner. I threw my trash away and went over and sat by her, and she was like "wow, you look hot" Woohoo- first happy hairday compliment! She was sitting with a girl that I remember meeting back in October who was from Saint Louis. So after shooting the shit with her for a bit, I found out that she went to St. Joesph, a private school in STL. And I remembered that my old friend Katy C. wen there. So I dropped her name– and it turns out that they were best friends in high school. She decided to call Katy, and I left a message. Even more funny was that she was in STL for Thanksgiving and saw my Buy Nothing Day antics on TV!!! We even found out that we hung out with a lot more of the same people back home after chatting a little longer. I recorded her phone number with my camera, and went back to my dorm room. It was about 5pm and at 6pm I passed out. I awake at 12:30am. Why can’t I sleep for like 12 hours? Wouldn’t it be nice to wake up in the morning, as the sun comes up? At least in Colorado that will be key. I might even get on a decent sleeping schedule that will last a long time. I can only hope. A few hours ago, I IMed someone from Colorado who is going to be working there! It was a short, but good convo, I’m uber excited- I’m estatic! Well now I’m going to clean my room, and move my booty someplace, write a paper for my yoga class, maybe edit my slam poetry, and maybe get to sleep. Tomorrow night LTJ Bukem & MC Conrad and Makoto are going to be playing at Red. I haven’t seen them in almost a year! Progression Sessions- its time to get down!



Daily Recap
|| 4/22/2003 || 1:27 pm || Comments Off on Daily Recap || ||

After finding out about my summer job, I hightailed it to my geography class. We looked at slides of Paris & Bangkok and talked about urban planning. The klongs of Bangkok were very interesting. They are canals that people use for transportation. What interesting was all the shanty towns that were built over the water along the klongs. Thousands of people living two feet above the water that have tin roofs, no sewage, and no running water. The fetid smell of the canal makes my nose twinge. Bangkok’s government built hundreds of low income housing for people, yet many choose the klong life. These low-income apartments are very generic and rather ugly, yet they have running water and electricity! It boils down to community. And I totally understand. City living (and apartment living) kills the community. I hardly know 10 people in my building, and I’m surrounded by hundred of people. Comparing the klongs to downtown DC, GWU, which is relatively devoid of community, I’d probably pick the klongs (I’d just pimp mine out!) Here there are people, always anonymous people, and everyone stays on guard. I look forward to living where people are less uptight and more cordial….. We also looked through slides of La Defense (western Paris) and the professor explained how it was a "New City within a City" and I had to agree. So much thought was placed into the building of the area, and beautiful form balances so nicely with gracious function. And the buildings have style! So much more style than the generic buildings of DC. Oh I wish a building had some architectural style- something that says- "look at me, my creator took extra time to create me, and I am not just another building of my time, and I won’t be torn down in because I’m démodé" Nonetheless, I was very happy how the class turned out, it seems that I spoke up and asked more questions than anyone else. Afterwards, I went back to the corporate cafeteria, the aptly named J-Street (cause you know if there isn’t a product[or in this case: street name] its up to a corporation to make one available) for my usual veggie grilled stuft burrito. Went downstairs and purchased some more Edensoy Soy Milk, which as of late, I’ve been really enjoying the taste of. Back to the cave. Checked E-mails, updated the ol’ website, and started working on the drawing for my new invention. I won’t disclose the concept, but it follows my disposable society line of thought, but with a fix. After chatting with friends, I found that there is a poetry slam Wednesday. With it being TV Turnoff Week, I decided to search my hard drive for the copy of Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy’s lyrics to "Television, the drug of the nation" After reading it a few times, I was like, "this can be rewritten to sound a little more up to date. So I "lyrically remixed" aka plagiarized with citation my own version of the tune. I don’t know the ethics behind "lyrical remixes" but I used use the core of the lyrics, took some parts out, added some, but kept at the top originally written by Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy, lyrically remixed by Nikolas R. Schiller. I dunno, I like my version better. Now its late as usual. I thought I’d get to bed a at a decent hour, but now that is before 6am this days. I need more sunshine! My cave has killed my internal body clock. Its going to be reset tho- in 39 days! So now its time to get my classes all set for next semester, talk to my advisors and what not, and find a place to store all my shit for the summer, pick out my dorm room for next year, figure out how I’m going to pay for it all, see how much more I’m going to be in debt for choosing to remain a college student a little longer- wait its 4am. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe. Its a new day. Without TV still, I still like my TV’s decoration. I wish there was a TV decorating contest. I think mine would win- "Got a few things to say?"



Summer in Colorado
|| 4/21/2003 || 6:25 pm || Comments Off on Summer in Colorado || ||

::Repost from old blog::

I’m going to work in Colorado for the summer!!! Woohooo! No more city, no more buildings, just an escape to the serenity of the 5,000 acre Snow Mountain Ranch situated at 8,600ft above sea level. I’m finally going to be that kick ass camp counselor I always wanted to be! 40 days until Camp Chief Ouray! I can’t wait!



TV Turnoff Week
|| || 1:18 pm || Comments Off on TV Turnoff Week || ||

::Repost from old blog::

Decorated my TV for TV TURNOFF WEEK






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