Wednesday, June 29, 2005


"If it's natural to kill, how come men have to go into training to learn how?" - Joan Baez

This fucking hippie. A little bit about this love child: The daughter of a Mexican PK (pastor's kid) and a English-Scottish PK it seems as if the trend of PK's being retarded or insanely misbehaved continues a generation even further. This mongrel of a child aparantly formed her theories of what is natural human behavior as a child:

"My devotion to non-violence and social change formed long before I picked up a ukulele and will go on until I fall into the grave."

If it is natural not to kill but rather to be non-violent, then why does it require "devotion" to stick to? It seems to me that something that requires as much effort and concentration as to become devoted to something seems extremely unnatural, like learning how to use the bathroom and not just piss where you stand. Moreover, she picked up the ukulele at age 11. So you're telling me that you had Kant beat to the punch where it came to social theory before the age of 11? She knew in her heart, almost implying that it is innate, something that she was born with, that non-violence was the true state of human nature. Not that I agree with Kant, it's just that I've never heard of this genius of social theory. And to think, all Kant had to do was to be born with parents who dropped some acid while they were with child because they were lashing out at their pastor father who hadn't shown them the attention and love they desired as children.

Or did it have nothing to do with her parents? Could it simply be a case of hippie-style parenting coupled with a childhood full of people discriminating against her and hurling racial slurs her way? She could just be speaking out against the hurtful words and violence that had harmed her self-esteem as a child. Whatever it is, I'm always going to stick to my guns on 99% of retard celebrities like her, particularly the ones from the 60's and 70's; they should never open their pretty little mouths about politics. Case in point, Hanoi Jane.

Let me help you understand what human nature is. Human nature is desparation, that which obviously you have never experienced. To quote Batman Begins, which is by the way, an amazing movie, "You've never tasted desperate." And if you've never tasted being poor, I don't respect your take on things like human nature, the way it is in the real world, or pretty much any issue that really matters. You can tell me what a woman feels, but don't try and tell me about human nature when you've never been poor, desparate, and hungry. Why does the man who mugs people mug them? Because he can't flip burgers? Or because robbing someone and breaking the law is easier? You're telling me, that without laws, penalties, and enforcement that you would work rather than rob? Bullshit. If there were no laws, as there were in the original natural state which she is referencing, there would literally be chaos. It's the bigger man wins against the smaller man. I aint sticking a flower in the hair of some cro-magnon bastard and expect him to understand and not eat my ears for lunch.

Now let me tell you why we train people to fight. To be efficient killers. Sure, I could kill you in 20 stabs of a knife, but why do that when I can kill you in 1? Additionally, I concede that modern warfare is unnatural. It was not in the nature of man to look down metal sights at an object 1000 yds away and pull a trigger which in your mind, you know a bullet will kill the target, but in reality, you wont really know until you've seen it up close. Furthermore, modern warfare creates chaos at an unnatural rate. Things are exploding around you, there are machines tanks and mines. Most of the training that occurs is to ready your mind to overcome the psychological obstacles to killing efficiently, whether that be the socially created concept of guilt, or facing a 10 ton tank with just a rocket launcher.

Screw these idealistic pussies and their concepts of natural man being that of cooperation and peace towards a greater goal. Bullshit. I have no doubt in my mind that the first form of cooperation only occured to kill something that someone could not do by themselves, whether that is a wooly mammoth or to wage war. War is a natural occurance and cannot EVER be eliminated. Sure, education and social norms can shape a person into conforming, but all that really amounts to is coersion through guilt. People periodically breakthrough those shackles with all of their pent up anger and fury, usually with catastrophic results. Point: genocide in Rwanda, Holocaust, any largescale War. Your natural instinct is self-preservation and retribution for some perceived notion of pride and self-worth. I'd like to see Joan Baez in all her hippie glory after she gets mugged or gangbanged in Compton.

This is why these idealist bastards can't make anything stick. The treaties that are based on concepts of a twisted reality where people and countries will be accountable for themselves are ridiculous. You're telling me this belligerent bastard named Germany with Nationalistic and Imperialist ambitions is going to walk home with their tail between their legs, admit their guilt as the aggressor, and pay you back an indemnity that is 1000 times their GDP? Why cause they recognize their guilt and want to be a better nation? So you think that this Red bastard is going to stop building nukes all on his own accord and squash his own ambitions and visions of grandeur because he cares that his citizens put Calista Flockhart to shame? Get real. In everything, there always is a winner and always a loser. In your precious nature, someone dies, and someone eats. Your prey isn't going, "Oh, I'm so glad I could provide my ass to you so you could live," or "I'm so glad to be going back to Mother Earth to contribute to the greater world." No they're saying, "Oh Fuck!" Goddamn hippies.

Tuesday, June 28, 2005


So my boss is hot. And I don't mean just like a lukewarm beer hot I mean a smoldering burning bush hot. And she's in her early to mid thirties and single. It's really amazing. The thing is, it seems as if she's only recently grown into this because I've seen her past pictures from college, and she used to be a neon blonde with curly hair, but now it's a pleasant mild blonde with some brown highlights.

Needless to say, it makes my job a little bit easier and harder. Easier in the sense that when I wake up, I sort of look forward to our morning meeting. Harder in the sense that this blonde little number didn't get to where she is now because she's hot but rather because she works like a fiend. I mean she hits the ground running, no coffee, and just ready to go full of energy (God, lot's of energy...). She is literally bouncing around on her desk getting stuff done left and right multi-tasking to the finest detail. Unfortunately, in her career, she has definitely developed her own workstyle and sense of organization that works for her, but not necessarily for me. She references things that we haven't talked about for a day or two in the middle of my thought processes or tasks and expects me to remember what the hell she's talking about when I'm ankle deep in USB cords and drowning under a storm of design ideas. Not only that, she'll throw about 20 things at me at once, and being the kind of guy that I am, I don't ask what she specifically wants of them but rather try and be intuitive. It ends up she has a clear cut idea of what she wanted, without any REAL input from me, even if she asks for it.

Now back to her being hot. I'm getting the "hot for teacher thing" because of the things we talk about offhand (we have a very informal casual relationship because that's how we like to roll). Seriously, I came into it knowing she was hot and I like to keep a very professional atmosphere where I work especially since my mealticket comes out of there. Just to describe the Hot Boss and what makes her tick, I recently found out that she has a psychology degree. A woman with a psychology degree... that's pure evil. Not only was she born intuitive and hot, she studied that shit in college for four years and is a certified expert in headshrinking and manipulation. Not fair. Whenever she makes certain comments seeming ever so harmless such as "You know I don't think that dating between [management and employees] isn't allowed really. There's no written rule," it makes me cringe because I just have no clue what the hell she means. Additionally, it doesn't help that I've met her ex-boyfriends and they are literally, mirror images of me.

But at the end of the day, no matter how pissed off I am at her, and no matter how much she's frustrating me with the communication breakdowns, I just watch her shimmy on down to my office or watch her pick a pen up off of the floor; then, I am content again.

Monday, June 27, 2005


A fraternity brother of mine traveled up to the good town of Roswell, which according to a recent assessment by a major newsmagazine is the 14th most habitable town in the nation, and visited the parents of one of his friend's friends. There they have a good time and relax, or as some idiots like to say "chillax", under the hospitality of pleasant Roswellians. However, it is during this time of relaxation they meet Lolita A, the youngest daughter of the hosts they are staying with. At the ripe old age of 14 years, Lolita A is straight out of some cheap Amsterdam porn flick. The girl who would have interested Roman Polanski rather than Harold from Harold and Maude, turns out to be this GIGANTIC slut in training. The little hobag is whispering things into my buddy's ear and showing her commanding grasp of the sexual wordbank. Begging him not to leave, she promises him that it will be "worth his while" and informs him how spooge looks in her hair. She also finds the time to talk about the boy down the street who is in love with this Lolita as she once gave him the reacharound on the bus. GOOD GOD! 14! Of course the fraternity brother says, that he obviously couldn't have done her, but God, she had a banging body and those braces... well.

Needless to say, I couldn't help but think about my sister (17) and the sisters of my friends. And I ask myself, "Self, what is this younger generation coming to?" But then I realize something: I was the bastard getting the girls to do that at 14. 13 was the ripe old age where I got my first humdinger and the girl couldn't have been older than I was. So in reality, I was transforming this girl into another Lolita A. So am I a bastard? Hell no. That shit felt great. Additionally, it was consensual between 2 minors and it's not like she turned out to be some slutbag later on in life because of our experience... I hope. I just hope my sister, who is as honest with me as I think a sister can be to her brother isn't a slutbag. Word on the high school street is that she's a sweet girl who hasn't even smoked a cigarette in her life. Thank God.


Herbert Warren Wind: "In the opinion of many people, of all the great athletes, [Bobby]Jones came the closest to being what we call a great man."

The master of the "fine delicatessen" shots and the man who, after a comment on his honesty and modesty, retorted, "You might as well praise me for not breaking into banks. There is only one way to play this game." Good lord what a gentleman.

The man who greatest exemplified the game for what it truly is was more than remarkable. This is a guy whose life may as well have been biblical. Hence, the Seven Lean Years and his Seven Fat Years. At the age of 6 he swung his first club and by 12 he won his first club tournament at East Lake. By 14, he was playing in the U. S. Open, only to lose to his own inner demons. It would be seven years before he would emerge on the top of his game.

"At a missed shot, his sunny smile could turn more suddenly into a black storm cloud than the Nazis can grab a country."

Reminds me of me.

The man was the first to win the "impregnable quadrilateral" and led for 40 years in the number of majors he won (13). But more importantly, he won with grace, something that is absent from every sport now, even golf. I don't expect you to not get excited, I just don't expect you to pull down your imaginary pants on national TV (Randy Moss). The man was above all, a True Gentleman.
(p. s. being a alumnus of Georgia Tech which was known as the Georgia School of Technology doesn't hurt either)

Friday, June 24, 2005

So a proper introduction is in order I guess. Normally my first name then last name, then where I'm from, but anonimity is the warm blanket under which I'll stay because who knows what I'll say here. It's not that I'm a coward, it's just as they say, unnecessary drama. But I do go to Georgia Tech in Atlanta, GA and F.I.L.A. (if you know what it means laugh). I am a fraternity guy in all the senses of the word, but only in the traditional and original intent of what the ideal is. I am all for the original intent of founders of all organizations. All things start off being good, with an ideal and a goal to attain, and at their heart remain that way; it is the people who forget.

Enough of that though. As of late, I've been doing some thinking which is why I am starting my blogging habit up again. I'm a senior now and I have this year to make what is obviously an important decision that for my own good. What do I do with my life after college? LSATs loom in October and I feel like a political cartoon I saw once as a kid during the SALT talks. It was a small but determined Jimmy Carter staring across the table at death incarnated as a giant ICBM with the world at stake in the center. It's such a ridiculous decision to be forced towards. Decide after a quarter of your predicted life to do something for at least another quarter of your life. Passion hasn't really entered into the equation. I am passionate about winning, friendship, sex, and other things but really, what else? Nothing as a career. I don't want to be the next person to make a medical breakthrough to cure cancer, or to even be something smaller like the next person to make the next jump in semiconductor technology. My goals are to make enough money to be comfortable, I want kids but much later (almost ten years), I want to be married sometime, I want a nice car, and later on, perhaps a small boat. They're simple enough goals, but they require time, money, and perseverence that I don't posess right now. Standing on a hill of my mountain of dreams, trying to tell myself it's not as hard, hard, hard as it seems. More to come.

Wednesday, June 22, 2005

So this is it. "Standing on a hill in my mountain of dreams, telling myself it's not as hard, hard, hard as it seems." We'll see how often I blog on this thing. The objective isn't to really focus on one thing in my posts, but mostly it'll be rants on things I'm pissed about (most likely). No, not on the normal things that plague the Techies in Atlanta, but some of the other stuff. Stuff that I've learned over my relatively short life, my anxieties, etc. I had an aversion to this being so public my freshman year on Xanga, but I've gotten over it and it seems necessary that I try to continue to practice writing at a school named Tech so what small skills I have don't get dull. Anyways, more to come.