The spring constent

A new quarter dawns
Dusk nears as the meter asks
Not for my two cents.
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Spring, the season for new beginnings, blah blah. Sure, way back, when people hunted and gathered to survive this could be true, but it seems as though, we have moved beyond the need to care about what season it is. Most of us don't farm anymore. We are not reliant on the deer or salmon migration. When we want a peach, we go to the supermarket and pick one out, even in the dead of winter's cold. We have become independent of season. Earth might as well straighten it's tilt.

We have moved far away from the rest of the animal kingdom. But does this mean that we have moved away from nature's push towards a need of a mate?

Speaking with friends, girls look better in the spring. We unanimously came to that conclusion. Is it because of the weather changes that provides female humans the greater ability to flaunt their attire. Or it is because us men just see women more attractive by some vesidual property. I would think they are both somehow linked together in their development, much the chicken and the egg.

A Stone Floating on Water

Miraculous stuff happened today. I found my mp3 player that I thought I had lost forever. I am currently rediscovering the beauty of commuting with the comfort of music. I just took a final, which I did well on. This is surprising because having the later material fuzz, not doing the last homework because of a stomach flu which I am still feeling the effects of. And finally this morning I pooped something solid without the feeling of constipation.

Habeas corpus

I thought I would write haiku this morning, but I can't think of anything write now.

Here is the brick walking surface in one of the bus tunnels, guess which one.

There is a lady on the phone in the bus tunnel in the bus, talking load, she must get really really good service, or she's crazy.

She was definitely crazy.

Sometimes things just go your way.

When things are moving ahead of you, and your trying to catch that thing, it is hard to catch it if you are moving at the same speed as that thing. Something needs to happen to slow the thing or speed you up. Most of the time, in real life, it is impossible to make the latter happen since you are the human one, with finite levels of speed. But the previous, which you have no control over, does slow at times, making that thing you were chasing actually possible.

Today and most days I commute by bus. I take two buses to and from my destination. To miss a bus means to wait a range of five minutes up to twenty. During mornings, I actually don't mine waiting a bit longer or driving a bit slower. Yet when coming home, time feels very crucial.

Walking down my hill today I catch a glimpse of my bus heading away from me as I turned round the corner. So I catch another ten minutes from then.

When I get to the bus tunnel, what do I see? Well it is a bus needed to reach my destination, right in-front the bus I am traveling in. Most of the time it would be impossible for me to catch that bus ahead. But somehow in the University street tunnel, there was an opportunity, I politely asked to driver if she could honk the bus down, which she thankfully did, I got out ran about thirty feet to back entrance and was on my way, on time for the day ahead of me.

Going home I had a similar situation. Now more urgent to go home, inside a bus going to downtown, I see my ride home ahead, with another barrier blocking me, it is an eastbound bus which makes a stop not further down the tunnel as the rest of the buses. The bus I am in must now stop twice, once when the eastbound bus stops and once more at where it normally stops.

I get out in westlake station, run forward hopeing that there is a stoppage that slows my bus, but seeing that the buses brakelights dissapear, I hop inside the eastbound bus that was affecting my travel.

In the next station both buses reach their respective stops at the same time. The bus I am in about fifthy yards behind my bus, so I dash forward with my tired legs worn from wind sprints yesterday, and make it in time.

Anymore sprinting could result in a stress fracture. I need a rest. What was the point of this post?

Turtles change the world

Turtles are probable my favorite reptile. They are green, cold blooded and lay eggs.

I never had turtle egg before, I am betting that they taste very different from a chicken egg, given their diets are so different.

What makes turtles different from other reptiles is that they have a shell and can pull their limbs and head inside the shell. I remember in elementary school some zoo people can in to class with turtles. I one question was asked, how can you tell a female turtle apart from the male turtles? The animal person answered that the under shell of the males are flat which aids their balance when they are on top of the female's shell.

The most famous turtles in my opinion has to be the teenage mutant ninja turtles. The cartoon was the best, but I could not watch it frequently because the TV I had as a young child could not pick up that specific station that show was on. There is that turtle on pbs cartoon, I don't know its name, but I can't possibly be more famous than the ninja turtle.

I once had a turtle as a pet. My mother bought I for me, in a supermarket, it lived in my living room for quite sometime. Sometimes when I watched it through the tank I felt sorry for it could not venture off in the outside world. My mother would let the turtle roam in the backyard sometimes. Then one day when it was in the backyard, it disappeared, it could have ran away or was stolen. I like to think that it is free with other turtle friends.

Turtles live very long lifetimes. Because of this, culture portrays turtles as very wise and calculating. In fighting video games, to play cautiously, waiting for moments to counter the opponent is to turtle.

The turtle somehow isn't a Chinese zodiac animal. If I were to put in a turtle based on the theory for which the order of the animals was decided, the turtle would have it's year once every fourty eigth years. It would be like a leap animal.

Turtle doves are actually birds and that is what my true love gave to me on the second day of chirstmas, two of them actually. I don't know why.

For the first time in a long time

I decided to were nice shoes out. I haven't worn these shoe in over a year. All I have been wearing is the same four pairs of shoes out, but in actuality I have over fifty pairs, most of which have not seen daylight in years. Why I have not told you about it in all my years of blogging, didn't seem that important.

I am not a shoehead, not anymore. There may have been a time when I went on niketalk forums and checked the hypebeast blog, but now those days are over. I haven't bought a new pair of shoes in over two years or so.

I am thinking that I should, at least once a week, break out a pair of shoes that I haven't worn in a while.

Today I am wearing a pair of Nike Dunk SB Tiffany's AKA Diamonds. The quintessential hype shoe of hype shoes. Back in I think 2005 Nike released these things, pretty much sold out immediately in limitedish release (numbers wise, they probably aren't limited at all, and I am talking about genuine ones) and were the end of Nike SB' obscurity. They are nicknamed tiffany's because they look similar to a box from the store tiffany's, the robin's egg's blue, sliver ribbon, black lettering and such.

Shoe collectors are a dying breed, I guess it was a sort of fad though, Nike started making shoes specifically for this niche audience and once ESPN put a show on just for shoes and collectors it got to big for the sneaker subculture, the people who liked collecting shoes because it was a unique thing to do moved on to something else while others had to sift through the Nike swill that they tried to feed them.