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leoz
Sometimes I forget that I have a journal. Ofcourse I also sometimes forget that I have a floor but that doesn't mean that it's not there anymore. It just means that sometimes there's what seems like an uncontrollable mess on top of it. Though, to be perfectly honest, I don't tend to ignore my Livejournal because of any uncontrollable messes. No, I ignore it out of a lack of https. Still, beggars can't be choosers and, while I am not a beggar, I do seem to lack the ability to choose a more secure website. So here I am then, where my memories have stayed.

I don't think I've ever truly blogged before. I don't know if I'll start. Sometimes there's not much to say and sometimes we lack the ability to convey what we mean. That could be the cause of many arguments. Still, it's a late October night and sleep does beckon. NaNoWriMo is coming soon though. I hear a cat meowing nearby. I think I shall close my eyes and play dead for a few hours. Maybe I'll even spot a dream or two.

Ciao, amigo.

I'm in London
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Oh,btw, I'm in London until the 7th of July.

So that's that.

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Heh, sometimes it feels like I need to raise myself up by the bootstraps and kick myself into gear.

This is one of those times.

The more I go with the flow the more I realize how dependent I become on the flow. Those who go with the flow dare to get drowned in it. Those who learn how to swim stay afloat.

This is all possibly vague and whatevers. It is vague, isn't it?

Basically I feel a bit like I'm depressed but in a way it's a good depression. It's kicking my ass into feeling like nothing's being done which is kicking my ass into getting things done. High weirdness.

I guess I can sit here and needlessly feel sorry for myself or I can figure out what I want out of life and figure out how to get it with the least hassle and trouble for everybody.

I gotta ninja it old school.

Maybe I'll make a more interesting and intriguing post later. But for now: Seersuckers!

Apparently had this saved as a draft?
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leoz
http://www.popsci.com/science/article/2010-06/quantum-entanglement-may-hold-dna-together-new-study-says

http://science.slashdot.org/story/11/01/13/0017256/nobel-prize-winner-says-dna-performs-quantum-teleportation

http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2011/03/110331104014.htm

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leoz
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4b71rT9fU-I

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leoz
Sometimes the walls seem like they're closing in. Pneumatic arms pushing against sheet rock panels, making everything shrink down to a miniscule size.

I am reminded of my briefcase with its hidden camera and boom mic and the weird limited perspective it provides. I use it to document my travels, of my trespasses through the world of barriers. Of buildings long closed down, of military bases patrolled by crew cut muscular types with one hand on the butt of a rifle (or shotgun) and the other holding up the barrel guard. I wear a suit. Conservative. A tie, nothing fancy. And shoes, Italian looking with rubber soles. A man with a will, stern face, and a slight hint of a smile can get anywhere, through everything, with a thorough head on his shoulders as his only true ally. Even the guard dogs respect this. Probably because they sense emotion better than any one man.

I step off the train. Not too sure where I am yet. Slept on the floor of the bathroom of this cold Amtrak train. An "Out of Order" sign signifying that I am not to be disturbed.

Rain. Was it raining or did it just start? The ground beneath the train is proper soaked. Must be some sort of storm. I lack an umbrella. Oh, well. It is time to get wet. I can't stand on the station platform for too long.

I hear it again. A whistling screech between my ears. It's not tinitus or, at least, I don't think it is. It means something but I don't know what yet. I may never know. That is something I must acknowledge.

I must walk on. A cab driver hails me. I tell him I'd love to but I can't afford the ride. He points accusingly at my briefcase and suit. I shrug. I'm acting the stereotype, I'm not living it. The water in my shoed goes squish squish but I walk on.

I pass by a hookah bar. The lights are off. It is closed. The door is locked.

I step inside. Taking my shoes off I lay the briefcase on the floor and lay down using it as a pillow. I will rest for now. I will wait out the storm. I will record more later. But for now? For now I'm dead to the world. Goodbye.

Thunder crashes somewhere outside.

I think I'm back
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leoz
Unhappy with Facebook, disappointed with the asinine identity politics of Google Plus, and limited by the 140 character limit of Twitter I've decided to start coming back here again.

Hello, did you notice that I was gone?

To be honest I'm not too happy with Livejournal either. I'm not sure what troubles me more: is it the ads or the fact that they've sold my email address to spammers? I know it was them (though they might have been hacked) because a.) the spam emails were mostly in Russian, and b.) the spam emails were addressed to my LJ-only email address.

Still, it doesn't matter too much. I can write and and LJ has a reasonable system for comments which is more than I can say for Tumblr.

I should read more these days. I start to feel limited by my vocabulary. I used to skip over words that I didn't recognize and understand them through context. Now I want to use those same words. I keep saying "I". It's weird. Maybe I should say "Yo".

Anyways, my lunch break is almost over. I'm going to sign out.

Peace out, homeys. Ciao!

On the search for weird liquors
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http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2008/04/01/AR2008040100553.html

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"some day monkey won't play piano song, play piano song"

The Sun Sets On New York
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I'm sitting here, at Puck Fair, with the love of my life, the Kimster. Despite her superhero name the Kimster does not wear spandex. Some find this to be a sad thing but, as I always say, function over form!

Puck Fair is a bar designed to look like an olde Irish tavern. It's situated by the Puck Building which once held the likes of such exercises in sadomasochistic machine-melding as the Beyond HOPE hacker conference but it is now property of some large university. Columbia or New York University. Which one I do not quite remember and am unwilling to check.

We are seated on the second floor by the window. Outside is a cobble-stone paved street and green scaffolding held up by the blue stalk pipes of month old construction preparation.

We are finishing our drinks and getting our spirits up. The night is young and we are younger. I am starting to see why New York was once called New Amsterdam. Sometimes it feels like the only truly European city in America. Sometimes it feels like home. Right now it's just another town left to be explored.

Over and out.


Ciao!

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