Delusions of Adequacy

January 2008

Today is January 21, 2008 and I am starting a revolution shortly.

Misconceptions and Unattended Ideals

I decided to go to the gym to blow off some steam. But deciding that was a huge hassle, what with having to go buy a gym membership card, purchase some shorts and tennis shoes, drive to the facility, ask for help from stinky yuppy types who wish they were as skinny as me, then likely suffer a self-doubt inclined panic attack, go to the emergency room, rehab, quit smoking, quit the gym membership and remember not to let them continue to bill me for a membership fee, argue with customer non-service kids who said since I paid for a year and signed a contract, they were not authorized to give me any more customer service as I paid for the year anyway. I am not sure this country has ever sucked worse.

So then I decided to go to the bar to blow off some steam, like any other healthy, good-looking, 30-something hipster.

Wendy Clark and Tequila Mockingbird

Godspeed

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The January of Your Discontent

Rats. Everybody in the whole building had to know I was not the actual murderer after all? I broke his toe a few long seconds later, then I left the building, but I broke into a run as soon as I was around the corner. I knew that yeah, Keith had to kill himself - and I could not agree more.

Time by the Culture Club came on the radio and I couldn't imagine how much I will have lost.

We took care of some matters at our house, changed clothes, talked to our kids for a few seconds, and we waltzed into the fair night; we radiated, be sure of that...

So I was also better off dead. This information filled my mind and sent some crappy stimuli and misfired to some degree and other things which made my face heat up and my bust heave.

The story ends with a twist. A witness saw me throw a peanut butter sandwich off my fifth floor balcony at the time and the place of the homicide....

Prelude

Title of this group of words is:

"The Prelude to what I would have responded to ______'s blog."

on the contrary, it is neither nor both.

as a grad student studying research and curriculum

and a as former teacher - having to use the scientific method constantly to test new and innovative methods that would be

infallible "truths" to get teenyboppers to actually learn under a number of variables (praying was tested; didn't usually work even though the school was christian...)

....as a research grad student, i find the comic pretty clever, but i could have probably done a better twist on it...

but ummm....

what i mean to say is this: Education is key to Separation.

maybe i ask you:

are we too busy getting pissed off and not trying to get the "facts" straight?

so here's me edumacated research:

the nature of the sciences is completely theoretical and makes no absolute assumptions or "truths;" the scientific method is subject to the constant change the elements of our universe.

people get confused who aren't educated about the purpose of science: science is used to solve problems. science is not enlightenment.

->please read this paper about Karl Popper's speculations into this... http://plato.stanford.edu/entries/popper/

science is an activity, just like office politics, rock-climbing, and is completely subjective.

or so i think....

but i don't actually know for sure what i am talking about at this point.

time for my wall-staring exercise.

-the ambiguous theorist

Dear Diary/Dad/Mom (my spase envadirs)…..

Today are teacher taut us how two right. Right or left, back or front, firstly or secondly, most importantly, eye learn how too correct my mistakes. I donut make alot of mistakes but when I dew, the letters our scrawled out all over my paper like a stupid alphabet.

Are teacher says that we cannot git a goud education if we donut have a righting class at skool; but more importantly, I no how to use the semicolon. That imformation makes me very wise and smart. Like my friends can’t tell when I am lying, my step-dad kant tell me how to do the grocery list, and my cat is stupid. My dumb teacher is so dumb but I gotta transfer bc he is a jew. I can drive soon anyways,

The others I learned at skool. Grammer is dumb but I have to pass my AST eggsham if I want to go to collage far away from my parants. I learnt two spell the words syllibell and what a amoeaba is. This is thinking that concradulations our inorder bc I have two weaks left until garaduaton!

Luv,

yer dotter

"Wait until the sun sets in the hills."

I waited for ten minutes. The hills were distant.

I was strong, but I couldn't last. You wanted to be there, but I can't let someone keep making me feel like I am worse off than I may be - and I don't like you anymore; I think you have to go now.

I don't like you anymore and I am not going to waste my time on you.

I don't have to, you superior being. I am not even going to pretend to try. Tact cannot be learned. Good luck being around me.

Go away. Please.

Dear "The Glamorous Team":

My computer was hijacked and I am going to call the police.

“Big deal,” the hijackers scoff, as they hide behind a big cyber wall of boredom; the criminals ache for the happiness they gain from their very brilliant game of the hand they have been dealt; their talent is just AWESOME – ruining one person’s trust at a time.

I am here to tell them something.

HA! You motherf-ckers got away with it! Well, yes! Great job! How happy you must be! How well you must be sleeping at night! How your parents and siblings and friends would be so proud of you!

HA! HAHAHAHA! You sure got me! I never thought I would be the victim of your rage, unsuspecting prey am I! HA! Joke is on YOU! Right? Oh, sure, I realize that the human race has some empty souls, I was jumped and almost killed by some young men who had nothing better to do, I have had my share of absolute disbelief of the psychology of the Haters out there and still am optimistic – but I can’t conceive of a persona so absent that I wish not just punishment (I am going to contact the authorities and they can deliver that type of judgement), but a person who would serve the world better if he were dead, a person who lives to make others unhappy, who leaves a ransom note on their desktop which states:

ghjkhjhkjhkjhjhjhkjhkhjk

If anyone knows the Glamorous Team or if they have been caught - I would be honored to testify against them.