Hello to the day.

This will likely be one of the few AM post that I will be able to do in the next coming weeks.

Mornings in April
We wake as though we're flowers
Blooming to sunlight

I remember some article or something reporting that the brain is most creative during the morning hours. I would have to agree with this article. I feel more free to think about things beyond what I am going to do during the day. As time passes through the day, I am more inclined to concentrate on the actions that I need to take care of for the day.

If only all hours of the day could be like mornings.

Brought to you by the letter 'K'

On the eve of this blog's four year anniversary, I would like to say thanks to mostly myself for contributing to the development of this weblog. I would thank the reader, if there are any readers out there, but this post would be here if you had or hadn't read this post.

Kind of like a tree falling in the woods. Hint, next time you have an awkward silence, say this line, "I think I just heard a tree fall in the woods". No matter where you are, (other then the woods) that would deliver a smile.

That goes along with the old question, "If a tree falls in the woods and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?". Now go ponder your way to enlightenment, I have to post some more.

Did you know that this blog is older than YouTube? fucking true. Sure the youtube project started sometime earlier this month, but it never open to the public until months later. The more you know.

I wish it were sunny.

When you think your all out of ideas, just take a walk, and think about something else. Forcing yourself to think of something will ruin the spontaneity your mind likes. No one likes to be force into something even if you, yourself is the one forcing.

Why the fuck does your mind like spontaneous things? I can't answer that for you. Change is what people dread, and what people want.

Kind of like grammarical errors. Some people get kicks out of finding and correcting other peoples grammar. Did they think anyone cares that I was using an improper sentence order. I was drunk. They like to point out that you are wrong in hopes of brightening what puny existence they have. These are also the same people that like to use 'five dollar words'. As the reader, you have been around many of these people, you would like to ask them 'do you even know what that word means?', but you don't because you think that people would think that you are stupid or something. Don't think that way because all of the people around you are thinking the same thing, "this dude's a prick"

I slipped in grammarical, to weed out what type of person you are. I know it's suppose to be grammatical.

And The Title Is....

Today is a special day for someone out there. I know it, they know it, we all know it. So lets give praise to that person on this very special day for them.

Someone finally produces a double DIN dash kit for my car. If they made this two years ago I would have bought one. Too late.

It is getting closer to the four year anniversary of this blog. I am expecting an increased amount of traffic. Maybe I should buy more bandwidth to handle it all. I don't know if Google servers can take the extra seven people that will come here.

'Seven' is the only number (one through ten) with two syllables. I am not counting zero because you don't use zero when counting, people don't say 'ten zero'. Try explaining the concept of zero to a small child, it will blow their mind.

A few days ago the monitor I was using took its last breath. Constructed in 1997, it lived a long, useful life, and provided me with countless hours of translation. It will be missed. Its replacement will be arriving in the mail shortly. I hope that this monitor will also give me twelve years of use. Farewell, you were not the prettiest monitor around, you were not the most energy efficient, you were not the largest, you were not, the easiest to look at, you were not the easiest to move. I had dreams of replacing you over and over, but now that you are gone; farewell.

This is the first update from a phone.

Yup, this is the first. Remarkable, maybe. The old time readers of my blog might remember that i had post from a Sony psp almost four years ago. Strange how things happen.

Now the trail from typing this out to you will be even longer. First i am typing this on a phone to my email through wifi, it will travel from the email to post on my blog, eighthundred.blogspot.com, then in a matter of moments it will go through an rss reader to a profile on facebook where some of you will be reading this through facebook notes. I will start a timer now.

I probably can make a hard boiled egg by that time or get a doctorate in Iranian art history as you wil never get this message because of some kink in the system.

Oh well. That was a good exercise for my thumbs i guess.

Fancy Exercise Number 3

In my day, whenever that day was, I am not sure of the date. There
have been three or four things that moved and stuff. Like the color
orange, its name implies, that it is orange but you could not describe
it any other away. Sure you could say that it looks like the color of
an orange or better yet a tangerine, or a tangelo, but still who would
know that color by name if they hadn't seen it before. And well, you
can't. It is impossible. You can not open a can of worms without
expecting some of the worm to jump out and bite you. Things do
desperate stuff when confined to a small place for long periods of
time. Don't forget, worms have teeth, vicious long teeth, and they
carry rabies too, but their form of rabies doesn't harm humans, it
actually gives humans special powers, like walking really fast
backwards. It wears off in a couple of hours though.

The Fast World Still Revolves At The Same Speed

For being in pop culture for so long, the answering machine hasn't
really been renamed to anything warmer and lively. The cellular
phone, has 'celly' or my mobile, or just my phone, but the answering
machine doesn't have anything warm and fuzzy like that. Some simply
call it 'the machine', which brings up ideas of a cold heartless
device, unlike the original target recipient of the call. All of
which leads me to believe that people hate the answering machine.
Alas, the answering machine is dying, along with it's partner the land
line.

But now, the answering machine's twenty first century evolution, the
voice mail, has people annoyed. People this day and age are not
accustomed to not being able to reach someone twenty four hours of the
day. When they hear the machine go off, they wonder deeply about how
that person could be away from their phone. Many of my friends think
that they could not survive without this era of instant communication.

I, myself, has the reputation of not picking up my cell phone, but to
lighten the mood I set my voice mail to Spanish. This is an
unexpected surprise to new callers of my phone and leaves them
listening to the whole message. What happens on the end of the
message is a hang up. Then they usually try again a minute later,
with usually the same result.

Why the inpatients people? Leave a message, not a text message saying,
'Aye, call me back'. Leave me a real message containing some
information about the reason you were calling. That bothers me,
people either do not leave messages, or leave a message pretty much
saying, they called. I already knew you called, it says that I have
one missed call, and that one missed call is from you. Do people
think that others don't check their voice mail or something? If I
have voice mail I check it. The tape or infinite symbol in the corner
of my cell phone screen annoys the hell out of me. I that would be the
first thing I check no matter how useless the information is.

The cellular phone
Instant communication
Instant rejection

'Twas the post before finals,

and all through the lab,
keyboards were screaming, everyone went mad,
deadlines were arriving, to everyone's surprise,
not an eyelid blinked, adderall filled the sky,
such a plain sight of worry, buried on their face,
outside the doorway, the smoke burned like mace,
legs were fidgeting, like a drummer on speed,
coffee rings on tables, caffeine supplied the need,
anxiety turns to grief, to everyone's dismay,
asking, why didn't to start this paper wednesday,
everyone in hopes, of not to fail,
their only goal, just short of hail,
after finals are done, all the chicken will cluck,
I could have done better, just one more day, fuck.

Am I Suppose to Know That?

Short answer, Yes

Long answer, I don't know what I'm getting at.

Try balancing on one foot. You may begin to notice that it is easier
to balance on two feet then one foot. Why is this true? Probably has
to do with something in your head. 'Probably', meaning there is a
possibility that it has nothing to do with are head which is true
because people don't balance on their head now do they?

When the internets run out of space, I hope that you all have enjoyed
your stay, as this is probably the first thing they will delete to
open up more space. I used 'probably' again.

Alfred Nobel wrote back to me

You don't know who you fuckin wit, I'm fuckin Alfred Nobel bitch, I ain't playin witchu, man I will fuck you up son.

People come up to me in the streets, sayin "yo gimme yo prize, yo gimme yo prize". Then I be sayin some shit like, "back the fuck up before I stick this dynamite up yo ass, bitch" and then they be like, "shit man, I'm straight" but it ain't always like that, one time some bitch be like, "man fuck you son, you being all stingy wit yo prizes and shit" Then I be like, "you 'bout to get a Nobel prize for accelerating brain matter bitch", that's when I pull out my gat and blast'um. I'm workin on a rap and shit, I'll give you a piece, 'I made them blasting caps so I can blast them caps' that's all I got fo now but it's rough it's rough.

A gat to me is like symbolic and shit. I made guns and shit. Presidents and Kings be like, 'aye man wasup wit the guns and shit? i'm trying to blow Nigeria up and shit, come on man we coo'. I don't know man, but these kings seem to bother me at the most inopportune times and shit. Usually I be eatin some bombass lutefisk and shit and they be like, dialin my number and shit, 15, then I be like answerin this shit and be like, "what the fuck man, I'm eatin lutefisk, don't chu know who I am, I'm fuckin Alfred Nobel, I'll blow yo ass up, I got my own fuckin element and shit' and then they hang up. Don't fuck wit me while eatin lutefisk, that shits bomb.


Peace,

So this is suppose to be the guy who made dynamite and gives out awards.

Controlling Your Destiny.

Yes You CAN!

I was like you reading some garbage on the internet and thought, "Man,
What if I could control my destiny?", then BAM! It hit me.

You can, You can, You can!

My secrets to controlling your destiny can be had as well.

Why would you want to control your destiny?
Why wouldn't you want to, stupid?
That was a dumb question, go sit in the corner.

The long journey ahead.

Before the mirror
I looks at what time has done
Taking youth away

Alcohol she drinks
An escape planned gracefully
Lying about time

Leaving so eager
Her foot steps past the doorway
Looks back not again

Mouth chews up and down
extracting all the flavor
She leaves me wittered

Unknown place of goal
Tell me you exists somewhere
Before its too late

The clock keeps its pace
But seems to accelerate
It has moved faster.

Out of ignorance
"Sorry", I shouted to her
She replies nothing

To find peace with self
The goal worthy of applause
I fight endlessly

Long journey ahead
Take me to your plan for me
Take me to my fate.

a couple of days ago

It was a Friday. I arrived at school early, and tired. Knowing a
fizixtest was upon me, I bought a double espresso. I took the paper
cup which contained the liquid essence of the coffee bean, and walked
to places that I have never seen before. With each sip, the taste
absorbed by my tongue, enhanced my awareness of my surroundings. The
colors became more vivid, and the wind that flowed against my skin
became more apparent. The taste of became more and more potent as the
time pasted. Walking towards a vista, bare hands now frigid, a taste
from the cool paper container sends sensory neurons to my brain
telling it that they are being activated from place in which salty
taste receptors are usually from. As I stare out from the vista, I
wonder if my eyes peering to the freshwater's of Union Bay has
anything to do with it.

I shouldn't have wrote that

What is the reason for posting?
What is the reason for this blog?
What is the reason for anything?
There is no reason for nothing?

The long you stay around people and things the longer you grow
accustom to them. You expect them to act a certain way. (I had a hard
time spelling certain just now). People know this, and the courts
know this. In divorce cases a person may receive an alimony payment
based on the life accustom to that person, but are we so blind that we
do not expect change to happen. Life is all about adjusting to the
changes that is will encounter. I don't know where I am getting at, I
just went away and came back so I actually do not know what I am
writing about.

You probably didn't expect that last sentence did you? but it was
true, I did go away. You were expecting something related to the
topic sentence of the paragraph because it was located in the same
paragraph, but no I fooled you. I made you believe that you are
capable of expecting change, but you probably didn't expect that now
did you. Oh lowly human, you are too accustom to your surroundings.

Oh yeah

Post marathon implied that I am going to post in mass sequence.

Post Marathon Anyone?

Now what did you thing I meant when I said that? Post Marathon?
Was I referring to the marathon that was run in my mind? no
I really don't know. Now that I think about it, I associate the
marathon with pushing your body to most torturous limits. The most I
have ran in one outing was three miles, outside on a classic 400m
track, at a time in high school were I was struck dead with boredom,
and experimenting with my masochistic side.

What was I thinking? Did I actually think that running was fun? No. I
didn't know why I did it, almost every day for a half a year. I don't
like pacing my self. I don't have the discipline to stay at a slow
pace for anything longer than three minutes, it's boring. I am the
type that likes to burn away all my energy in the first lap. I don't
care if you will catch up in a minute and pass me. In a minute I will
do it again. There is no system to the things that I do.

The decisions of the traveling salmon on the cool wet road.

It is a myth that all salmon spawn in their original birthing grounds.
Most salmon, who had survived the arduous journey do return, but it is
a few that skew, and venture to unknown tributaries. This variation
that these few martyrs take is a preventative measure that saves the
salmon population from catastrophe. What these salmon find when they
reach a place not of their home may be bare, with less than ideal
rearing grounds, and even worse, the gamble that their heart had
chosen may leave them alone and withered, unable to complete life's
cycle. But if the brightest star shines upon it, and things just so
happen to be in the right place, two salmon, who made the same
difficult choices will find each other and thus finish their
revolution of life together. These selfless individuals, choosing that
the difficult path is not difficult enough, swimming blindly,
disregarding the road paved by their parents, all for the protection
of the greater population, come to a serendipitous conclusion and
create a new branch for their children to follow and a few unique
individuals to venture away from.

The sun projects a shadow on the plane of the wall

The computer is not a product of productivity and efficiency. I am living proof of that.