just testing this mobile posting situation out.

I might be willing to marry someone who possesses such a beautiful synthesis of romantic, jocular, and nerdish sublimity.

http://www.xkcd.com

apple files patent for solar cells on mobile devices


oh, and this too, is ossim.

Science vs. Religion

Now, I don't wanna hate on Kate Moss or skinny chicks in general... because mostly, I digg a good, svelte body- But this shit is HILARIOUS.

Iron Man was even awesomer than OSSIM!!!!!1!!!1!!!

omg. racquetball pwned me today. The last games of the night made me realize how much more fun it is to play with someone of comparable skill level. William is better than I am, to be sure - but like, an occasionally accessible level above me. I guess I could say the same about Keith, though 3 games is hardly enough to base an assessment on - but after realizing lefties play a different game, we kept up with each other pointwise from there on - though he did come out the winner, 2 games out of 3. Good thing I found Keith, Patrick and Wayne, since William's shoulder dislocation is going to keep him off the court for a month.
Tonight's games were both satisfying and taxing. I played 6 games with Patrick (closed him out on one, merely beat him the other 5), then two games with Wayne (who is like, the best I've ever seen), and then a cutthroat game with Wayne and this new guy (Kevin, maybe?) who was crazy good but also looked just crazy... and then I went to yoga. I had planned to swim between racquetball and yoga, but once Wayne had me on the court, I couldn't stop. He's so good that I consider it a win if I score even one point on him. The first game I did just that and the second he closed me out. It's frustrating, no doubt - but I think the only way I'll move to the next rball level is if someone brings the pain upon me. When I play him, I'm at in a constant fight or flight state, my Sympathetic Nervous System doing overtime. Even in its hyperarousal, my mind feels stable and focused - tracking the ball in its path around the walls, adding crude physics calculations to the experiential repertoire in lightening moments, and trying to get there and get back, get there and get back, get there and get back. A rally builds, and you've covered every inch of the court, and then it explodes into that ridiculous shot. You're running up the walls, landing on your knee, slamming into the glass, and sweating onto the floor. God, I love racquetball. Without which, my mind would deteriorate, my body would be ...less bruised and my life would be pointless.

I am going to this conference in New Orleans on Thursday. Loredana, Chinwe and I are riding with Dr. Pierce. That should be interesting. I wonder if we'll listen to music or just talk the whole time? You think they'll let me smoke a joint on the way? hehe. That'd be ossim, but so highly unlikely that I (obviously) won't ask. Of course not. But you know, it's a tradition of sorts for me... I smoke on the way to Nola. Always have. Always do. Eh. Anyway, the conference is being given by Dr. Daniel Siegel and it's called "Parenting with the Brain in Mind." I've read a couple of his books and perused most for snippets of info and references. It should be interesting and informative, and I likes to be learned something.

my favorite part of it is that all the other guys just stay on the phone, and don't seem to react at all.

more cat pictures

So I have been siting in my car in the parking lot of the UREC, waiting for Yoga. I met William for racquetball at 3 and we only had time for one game. I played so well today, I don't know what it was. I beat him 12-15 and made some really incredible snags and shots. I dove and landed on my knee at one point, but just popped back up and kept the rally going. Some days I'm on, some days I'm off. I like the on days, for sure.

So much has been going on in my life and in my head, but I feel like my LJ is a bit too public, so I never write about a lot of the major stuff that is playing out in my mind. That's unfortunate, but then again - when I go back and read my physical journal, I usually get a little embarrassed by myself and how melodramatic I can be when things really affect me. Especially since, by the time I go back to re-read, none of the shit matters at all anymore. At all. You know, it's cliche and maybe a bit trite, but sooo true - the quote, "this too shall pass," is like, some of the most useful shit to remember. Remembering has always given me trouble.

I guess it's about time that I go on in and get dressed for yoga. I'm kinda retarded, I played racquetball - with William and then by myself, then I took a shower at the UREC and put my street clothes back on... then came out here and sat in the parking lot on my computer (I have a wireless broadband modem) for an hour and a half and now I am going to go back in, put my workout clothes back on and get sweaty again. Soooo intelligent.

I am sooo very excited!!! I'm going to see This American Life Live tonight at Citiplace theatre at 7pm - if anyone else is interested. The tickets are $20 and can be purchased here: TIX

Whatttt?! WTF is going on with this shit?

A while back I posted an IM exchange with an anonymous person. I searched for screenname on the intertubes and found other people saying the same thing - they were messaged by this person, then accused of initiating the conversation. Most of the people that posted about it thought it was some sort of scam, but not quite sure what. Most of the SNs of the scammer had the word "salmon" in it somewhere. I got this just now:

ensignsalmon
10:47
Dude. If you're him, you've really fallen. Like, you've really changed from the dude I used to know. That dude in transcendent realms of light outshone fucking myriads, and myriads are fucking bright.

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WTF?

My life can be real stupid sometimes... real real stupid.

Tonight is my first kickball game and my legs are so sore from yesterday's capoeira and racquetball games. Imma gotta tuff thru. I guess I better get dressed since I have to be at the field in an hour. It being so cold is stupid. Very, very stupid.