Yeah, it happened on Saturday and I am just now putting something down about it. Its been a busy week already and it shows no sign of slowing down. Yet I did get to compete in a code competition and really not do as well as I would have liked at the C++/Java portion of the challenge, my team, "The Knights of the Loop Table" (if you know code that would be funny - loops are found in code) did knock one out. It was a our first submission as well. The other teams would try and try again to submit something and get it wrong or get points deducted for having a failed submission - ours worked the first time. How do you make failing code?
Dunno, we should probably ask NASA about that.
Ohh... snap.
Still, I'm a bit heated that we only got one in and further that my skills with C++ were not enough to finish one of the programming projects that I started on (oh and we got there a bit late too).
Why is everything in the long run? Who wants a long run? Either means you gotta lot of clothes to clean or you had better have a lot of condoms... either sounds like a ... well the second would be more fun.
In the long run, I got hired to continue development on a real program. That is pretty cool and it seems like I might be making about 10 to 20 hours a week on it depending on how much time I spend or how much work we can generate for ourselves. We might even try to put the "Knights of the Loop Table" in the code somewhere so that we get to go down in infamy for something not all that bad.
Now that it is 3:30 am and I am really not at all tired (went to bed at about 6 pm or so yesterday and slept all night... yes it was amazing) I think I am going to finish that Math homework that has been drivin me nuts.
Stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke… the pounding anthem plays. "Where was I going…" ah yes, I was heading to (class, my bike, a friend's
house, to get my mail, to the club, or a place to eat). As this anthem goes, I know that it is time for me to move my feet, to head in the direction of the place in front of me. Sometimes, however, I lose my place on the page and have to re-focus to see and remember exactly where I was going. The drum beat sets the rhythm and in percussion I moved in the direction that I state. This level of attention to movement might seem a bit out of place for some, yet for me it is quite the norm. If I have something to distract myself with, then it doesn't seem to consume my attention quite as much, this action of walking and moving to my next place where I get to do more things that occupy my attention (play if you will, most things that occupy my attention at some level become a game to me, otherwise, they are boring). Beat, beat, beat, I hear another beat moving next to me. The first time this happened for me is probably before I can remember, I do not know for sure, the first time I had the chance and experience to feel out what I have taught the various pieces of me before moving them together was a vacation not too long ago, I flew a long distance and stayed in a couple homes. One of the homes I could feel the people of the house around me, I could hear their beats. Something like a heartbeat, more like a symphony of pounding melody. Not to lesson by describing this to ears that may not have a reference to recreate the action in their own thoughts, I could describe what happened as a symphony of the bodies that night. Now it seems that I can shift this beat as my own walking rhythm when I am moving and usually know the place of my foot before it falls. This beat of others is becoming something I can grasp as well. To say this is interesting and something outside of what many would even believe or want to grasp is to say too little. It cannot be imagined. It can only be proven to one's self. It can only be the Tao. It can only be action through in-action and the association of others that have strong ears or minds or whatever allows access to the strings that connect all of us. When you notice a specific vibration in the works, you notice a flower blooming, is what it could be described as. You can give this flower the source or pure light that is enerizagation. The flower can bloom stronger if it is capable of receiving the light that is being shown. If you can imagine or are even familiar with such a concept you can almost see in your mind's eye the bloom and the circular flow that is spinning in many directions yet all throughout is organized and continues to pour in on itself.
Thank you for taking the time to read this story about the life of a man.
Hope you enjoyed the perspective. Soon there will be a Part II to this story.
For
some time now I've been concerned, nah, that is such a weak word,
terrified, about our government, our economy, and our ability to seek
happiness (you do know that this is one of our liberties as a citizen
of the US, right?). We see over and over the government thinks that if
they aren't removing a right or creating control where it wasn't
before, they are wasting their time in office (could they be doing more
besides just being a politician... didn't Representatives and Senators
back in the day also Farm, or Teach or some other job that actually
made their real money?).
In this interesting time we also see
people sitting back into the lifestyle of the content... yet they
aren't reaching for happiness and instead are making sure that they are
just better than the next... not really looking inside anymore (would
they run in fear for how empty the space is?). I guess that since I am
alive and no one is taking my home I should consider myself happy or
lucky.
When someone responds to you, don't you expect some form
of certainty in their reply? To me, if they are debating or selling
themselves to me, I like to see a full spec sheet. What is
important... none of the fluff.
All
that being said - this article by The Rolling Stone was quite
interesting about Palin and I will quote my favorite section as it is
right now.
here is a linky: http://www.rollingstone.com/poalitics/story/23318320/mad_dog_palin/
"The
great insight of the Palin VP choice is that huge chunks of American
voters no longer even demand that their candidates actually have policy
positions; they simply consume them as media entertainment, rooting for
or against them according to the reflexive prejudices of their
demographic, as they would for reality-show contestants or sitcom
characters. Hicks root for hicks, moms for moms, born-agains for
born-agains. Sure, there was politics in the Palin speech, but it was
all either silly lies or merely incidental fluffery buttressing the
theatrical performance. A classic example of what was at work here came
when Palin proudly introduced her Down-syndrome baby, Trig, then stared
into the camera and somberly promised parents of special-needs kids
that they would "have a friend and advocate in the White House." This
was about a half-hour before she raised her hands in triumph with
McCain, a man who voted against increasing funding for special-needs
education.
Palin's
charge that "government is too big" and that Obama "wants to grow it"
was similarly preposterous. Not only did her party just preside over
the largest government expansion since LBJ, but Palin herself has been
a typical Bush-era Republican, borrowing and spending beyond her means.
Her great legacy as mayor of Wasilla was the construction of a $15
million hockey arena in a city with an annual budget of $20 million;
Palin OK'd a bond issue for the project before the land had been
secured, leading to a protracted legal mess that ultimately forced
taxpayers to pay more than six times the original market price for
property the city ended up having to seize from a private citizen using
eminent domain. Better yet, Palin ended up paying for the fucking thing
with a 25 percent increase in the city sales tax. But in her speech, of
course, Palin presented herself as the enemy of tax increases,
righteously bemoaning that "taxes are too high" and Obama "wants to
raise them."
Yeah this part is awesome as well:
"Then
there are the salacious tales of Palin's swinging-meat-cleaver
management style, many of which seem to have a common thread: In
addition to being ensconced in a messy ethics investigation over her
firing of the chief of the Alaska state troopers (dismissed after
refusing to sack her sister's ex-husband), Palin also fired a key
campaign aide who had an affair with a friend's wife. More ominously,
as mayor of Wasilla, Palin tried to fire the town librarian, Mary Ellen
Emmons, who had resisted pressure to censor books Palin found
objectionable.
Then
there's the God stuff: Palin belongs to a church whose pastor, Ed
Kalnins, believes that all criticisms of George Bush "come from hell,"
and wondered aloud if people who voted for John Kerry could be saved.
Kalnins, looming as the answer to Obama's Jeremiah Wright, claims that
Alaska is going to be a "refuge state" for Christians in the last days,
last days which he sometimes speaks of in the present tense. Palin
herself has been captured on video mouthing the inevitable born-again
idiocies, such as the idea that a recent oil-pipeline deal was "God's
will." She also described the Iraq War as a "task that is from God" and
part of a heavenly "plan." She supports teaching creationism and
"abstinence only" in public schools, opposes abortion even for victims
of rape, has denied the science behind global warming and attends a
church that seeks to convert Jews and cure homosexuals."
Palin
hasn't been too worried about federal taxes as governor of a state that
ranks number one in the nation in federal spending per resident
($13,950), even as it sits just 18th in federal taxes paid per resident
($5,434). That means all us taxpaying non-Alaskans spend $8,500 a year
on each and every resident of Palin's paradise of rugged
self-sufficiency. Not that this sworn enemy of taxes doesn't collect
from her own: Alaska currently collects the most taxes per resident of
any state in the nation."
Does that seem a little two faced or maybe just someone that doesn't pay attention to the facts? Is either better?
Make
sure you talk about facts with friends... not the color of tie or the
designer of the dress of the candidates. What they wear or even what
they say means shit - it is their actions that dictate the response we
can expect from them.
Oh and life is doing okay / better for me,
it looks like we (The Lan Party) are going to have one of our clients
re-sign a contract labor form with us, another client just put a down
payment on a website we are building, my brother is making good
progress to settling himself back in Columbia, MO, and I am still
enrolled in classes (and passing most if not all of them).
Much love to all my friends,
Just putting that out there. I might try to reason and post a bunch of thoughts about how Palin isn't all she is cracked up to be and that McCain does NOT deserve the office but might be an excellent war general or something along those lines. If anything the President of the US should try to talk our lead generals out of war at all costs instead of thinking that we must use it as an alternative to peace.
I've included a link to a site that I think is a great resource for the more liberal minded individual and anyone that wants to get into contact with the political powers that be in our great nation. I love the USA and I would really love to see it move in directions that helped the populous instead of hinder it.
Some
time ago I read a writing that was about how a girl had someone that
she cared about take their life. It was a most humbling read because
it was rather simple and happy yet, back in the underwritings you saw
how much was outside of her control. This moved me and I felt a
certain desire to reach out and connect with her.
Pepsi
(name changed for anonymity),
Who
decides how we get to influence those around us? This question
defines the helplessness that one can feel when they meet a wall and
want to assist someone but find their energies funnel into a void.
The void is an object that has no immediate affect on the person that
has it, but it works like a black hole for all of the light that
circles around the one needing it. It would seem that the moth in
this case, draws the light to it instead of seeking out the candle or
the light, the candle throws its light towards our friend the moth.
The luminescences of the room even convenes and collects, correcting
the actions and methods of the moth.
Many
are the candles for each moth, for even if the moth thinks there is
no one seeing it because it can't see itself or whatever other
blinder our friend the moth has fuzzed over to be more happy with
it's environment there are many that continually throw their radiance
towards the moth. Generally a moth or any other moving object can
really only be controlled by one main force at a time. A planet is
generally controlled by one major sun that it orbits around... it
would be a rather un-natural orbit if say there were two suns that a
planet were to circle around.
In
this, the moth has to want to take in the light's energy. If for
some reason they are looking elsewhere or aren't absorbing what is
shinning all around them, then who made it so they weren't observing?
This would be the moth's responsibility. If the moth can't desire
help, it the moth further, thinks there is nothing wrong with its
current course, then you will see it continually vier off course.
The course that is being vier off would be the one that could be most
beneficial to the helpless. No one is truly helpless there are just
different levels of correct power that an individual will posses.
They share this light, this energy with those around them and it
important that they do not burn themselves out by shining it as well
as that they don't burn so bright, they are not able to see other
lights around them.
I
knew a moth that was a rare find. She had all of the decorations of
the loving respectful princess. She spread her wings to those around
her and encouraged people to fly on the currents that she found. She
was good at finding them too. Constantly with the helpful mind, yet
not too strong that she couldn't be helped. This was how it was when
I first saw this beauty.
As
we flew on together, wings flapping and fluttering in love and
happiness we both ran into our own walls, our own lessons to grow
from. The greatest thing about this process is that we encouraged
each other to continue afterwards. We recommended a course to assist
with the future development, we desired to see the other move in ways
that assisted themselves. This is what makes the snuffing out of
this one so hard to believe and even harder to understand. There was
no way that I couldn't believe it happened. At the funeral with all
of our friends, family members crying and holding each other with
caring sobbing arms you knew this wasn't something you could ignore,
you couldn't convince yourself that this hadn't happen. It would be
nice if you could imagine it, it would be heaven if you could
actually say with certainty that the horrid news that you had been
informed of, was not true. Friends that just barely knew and others
that knew very well the intimacy that we experienced with each other
were there to give their support. Still I wished that I would have
never gotten that call at 3 am in April. Wishing won't change what
has transpired... that I've learned. Also in the very important
lessons of life, I've come to know that you can't help those that
don't accept the help. Each must help themselves before they can
help someone else. If you don't have the power to change yourself,
then you don't have the power to affect someone else in a way other
than how they will learn from you.
One
of the most painful things about this is that it was a few months
before this moth was snuffed out, she fluttered down to Columbia and
got me a card, got me flowers and thanked me for a simple little
computer thing I had helped out with. When I think about how she had
reached out to me after I had closed a rather hard door on her I hate
myself for my actions. It started a long time ago. Running down the
street, my parents had gotten divorced some three or four years ago.
I am only in high school and know a couple of the girls down the
street and they were playing some basketball. There is another girl
with them this time, a rather cute girl with aqua, blue, eye liner.
Add in the blond hair, cute expressions, and introverted/extroverted
persona and you have quite a sweet moth / flame that I wanted to fly
towards at great speeds. All the same, I had only hung out with her,
Amanda, for a short time and it wasn't until I was back from going to
Kansas City, living in the rave dance culture, experiencing mind
blowing journeys through subconscious through and life, and learning
a few things about taking care of yourself and others that I meet her
again in downtown Columbia. What was interesting is that I barely
knew it was her, and she recognized me and asked if I was Jim, the
guy that lived up the street from Kim and Amy. Yes I answer as I
finally realize where I know this beautiful face from. We exchanged
numbers right then and there and started chatting on aim that night.
Ah,
America Online never knew they were the ability for two lovers to
meet like that, but the interwebs were only too happy to allow our
mutual interest to blossom. It was only a few nights later that we
hung out together, watch Hackers if I remember right and then a
couple nights after that I took her and Kim (different Kim from
before... this one is for better or worse definitions, her sister,
and a great one at that) out to Applebee's for dinner. I had picked
out this great new Kenneth Cole sweater which I wore and still save
for only some of the best occasions to wear out. Soon our romance
was in full swing and we were experiencing the pleasures and bumps
from any new relationship. All the same, we were smitten with
ourselves. She helped me learn a thing or two about keeping work at
work and home at home. Bringing home the days frustrations to the
one that you want to harmonize in joy with tends to break down the
happiness that could otherwise be felt. Such a simple thing would be
no big deal otherwise, but for me, this was something that I hadn't
learned yet and thankfully she was there and willing to teach me
instead of throwing me out of her heart. This woman in a young
woman's figure, to be honest she was about 18 when we started dating,
yet she had the mentality of someone that was 23 at times. All the
same, she had the youthful zeal that someone that won't fully grow up
keeps at their side. This childlike energy is a beautiful thing for
it allows many to overcome huge obstacles because the adult view
only sees what it knows, the child is ready to discern that which it
doesn't know and enjoy that which it does.
We
almost won the costume contest at the Booty Halloween party in STL.
We were second place with the guy from Fear and Loathing in Los Vegas
winning – he had the part down to a science... completely acting
the part. We both helped a number of friends through their own
troubles and tried to help a few friends that didn't want it and as
it might've turned out today, didn't need it. Since I was quite
adept at the computer stuffs, Mandie picked up on what I knew and
grew with it. She turned into quite the gamer and from what I know,
was a fearsome opponent in Halo, WoW, and Quake (she could give me a
run and thats saying something). We survived each of us slipping up
on our monogamy and stayed together.
We
actually broke up twice, and then got engaged. Why did I ever let
her go? If you release the bird and it flies back, is it not a
better bird? The engagement lasted for quite a few months and she
got herself a nice job in the mall at a store that really fit her
style very well and I continued to work at Socket Internet and
continued to live with my Dad. Mandie lived with her Mom and we were
both rather happy about the whole thing. Eventually though, I
noticed a slight change in her responsiveness to me. How much she
reached out to me. Unfortunately I knew what this would mean and
that I should let her pursue herself as that is where her mind is.
If I were to hold her in and keep her where she was, it would just
get stagnant and she would want to later break free. It is not
loving to hold someone back unless they are going to hurt themselves.
That statement might have more truth than even I know, but as I also
know, the past is something that has happened, I can't go back and
change it.
For
lessons to be learned from any experience is to achieve a
consciousness that many don't comprehend. It is vital that anyone
attempt to take something away from the experience other than remorse
and regret. Those feelings do not allow forward movement. Those
emotions bottle up and destroy the host. For me to take something
away, I suppose I should simply be calling and communicating with my
friends more. Stay in touch, more. I do this already but as it
happens, I don't really run after my friends to stay in contact with
them as they tend to orbit around me to a degree. I might have to
change my orbit a bit to realign with any of them, but it is a pretty
easy thing really. Especially since none of the orbits are a
bond-relationship orbit. Brothers and sisters I have now, not a
mate. While I am on the discovery path to find my female
counterpart, I will let that one be drawn to me like the moth to the
flame. If it is meant to be, then I will be to her like a moth
flying to her flame.
Yeah, I haven't posted cool stuff in a while... but I haven't been reading much news and I don't mean to sound like a downer here... but it's not the best news recently right? Please don't hate, appreciate. Well, here is some cool news... that either we should've already known or should've happened years ago. Shoulda-woulda-coulda. It's a collection of directions I see happening that actually could help us save lives, save our environment, or get to more worlds than just this planet (if we don't start working and continuing to work at it, it won't happen, there is progress to be made).
Viruses are alive and can infect each other:
http://www.nature.com/news/2008/080806/full/454677a.html
Ok let me get this right. Stuff that works on a genetic modification level and makes more of itself is NOT alive? How does that make sense, you see, it doesn't. The teachers, scientists didn't want to be scared of something they didn't understand and labeled it is not alive, because, how could it be... it's too small. I think we used to say that about water when we looked at it and now we know about amoebas and stuff, golly that changed a lot. Same reason why there's nothing out in space.
NASA might finally be able to make that Mars landing in 60 to 70 days:
http://www.flightglobal.com/articles/2008/08/05/226329/nasa-to-test-plasma-engine-on-space-station.html
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zj53rVWK5z0
Back to the "fact" that Star Trek could never happen (don't say never kids, you could go blind). We get UFO sightings all the time, try reading www.drudgereport.com - quite a lot of news that they didn't want to get reported showing up on there. There is almost a 100% chance that another race won't even touch us with someraceelse's reproductive organ until they see us with at least marginally equal to better equipment in which case they had better try to learn what we know and forge some form of alliance or they could get whipped out. It is the same thing the US and other 1st world countries do for some of the Pygmies and other indigenous tribes around the globe... you leave them alone to learn and progress until there is a REASON why you should pull their head out of their ass. Man I am feeling my oats tonight.... instead of just trying to build a nuclear bomb.... why don't we just build a nano-black bomb. Hell, we could build a macro-black bomb and threaten the whole solar system and see if another interstellar race is smart enough to pick up its energy signature (we use those to tell what kind of star is out there) and stop us. Or we could try traveling on the most advanced engines we can find (wait... that's Star Trek again... DANG!) and propagate the universe with our offspring!
We pay money for beauty and not for lives all the time:
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/health/7542404.stm
This one is too easy. Has male ego written all over it, not that I have a problem with a healthy male ego. When people stop caring about the result that get attributed or branch over and down to our fellows, they have looked in the mirror too long. They are following their ideal blindly and not noticing possibilities they are snuffing out, destroying futures. Isn't being human part of creating those possibilities? Oh, but only the females must keep it alive, we just bring home the money. This is not a bright future. It is a sad bit of mental disposition that many are in.
Thanks for reading some important pieces of recent news. Please bring these topics up in conversation with the person, Joe, Jane, Bob, or Betty that you end up standing next to. See what they think, it could be different from you, but it could be interesting too. Its about our life and our future and its looking brighter and brighter, I just might need shades.
Personality type: Pseudo-intellectual
You're liberal and consider yourself to be laid back and open minded. Everyone else just thinks you're clueless. Your
friends hate you because you always email them virus warnings and chain letters "just in case it's true." All
people who drink Tazo Chai Creme are potheads.
Also drinks: Sparkling water
Can also be found at: Designer grocery stores
Found at: http://www.buttafly.com/starbucks/index.php
I love this. Found out that instead of the old Cafe Mocha I've always used to get at Starbucks, I should have been ordering Tazo Chai Creme (try and see what Cafe Mocha gets you). There's a local restaurant here called Bangkok garden... and they have Chai Tea that I've always liked. Kind of a serendipity moment. Well it is pretty cool that my blog is powered by a system called Serendipity. plug By indirect observation I pick up on some of the nuances that wouldn't always be present. Seems to be an ever present facet of my life, kind of like warts but ever so much more helpful.
This blog will be ever so much more personal. It is also going to be an experiment platform for me.
After the personal intropection side of things... I will be putting stuff I make up on here, probably with the feelings I was having when I made it. This includes music and pictures. This is my diary and portfolio. Yes, I will have a professional section, but it is just going to be a specific post type. 
and this thing does XML RSS feeds and shit. Yah baby.
Oh I got this thing hooked up to my computer and working now. Its a Yamaha PSR-140 that I got from this asshole Steve. God damn you Steve. You might notice the drum kit below, thats a Yamaha DD-55. Just got a hold of a Creative SB Live (has digital out and a MIDI port). Could be getting the front bay that goes with it too. Currently have Cakewalk SONAR 6 Producer Edition and am learning all about MIDI and how the ins and outs work. WTF. K - so I've got a lot to learn. I hear that Ableton allows for a little easier control system, but all the same, I am probably going to go through all of them until I find what works for me. Then I wanna get a hold of an amplifier and some studio speakers. Thats way down the road once I'm done teaching myself the piano. HHaahaa yeah! Seriously, I've almost taught myself "When the Saints" - so yes, most of what I can play right now would make you want to wrap the extension cord around my neck and choke me... but I am learning the keys and how to recognize where the note is so I get notation that much better.
GOD damn, listening to a Paolo Mojo 
album - "Balance 009 - Disc 2" and it got dope after about 25 minutes and just keeps going better. OMFG - he puts in Delight (I just wanna hear a good beeaat) in there. Seriously. I haven't heard this mix or even this track in quite some time.
Listen
and
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By the way, don't ever let your domain name expire. You will forever be at the bleeding mercy of whatever registrar you've purchased your domain name from. Apparently Network Solution is NOT owned by Verisign like they were previously... if you ask me, it sounds like a crock of shit. They say that since it is in a redemption period that the only way I can get access to the name is if were to pay some huge exhorberant amount of money and it was our name to begin with.
Also, don't let friends that can't manage time or money control your domain names. This will lead to the same frustration as before. Not great.
ITS GONNA BE AWESOME!!!
That was all it took. This is going to turn into a bit of a project for me. Something to learn a little bit more PHP and MySQL with, something to get media of different formats into, and possibly something that lets me make a real easy multimedia gallery for myself in the future and others too.
In addition to this project, I am also running:
http://www.nova-labs.net
http://www.midwestmassive.com
http://www.thelanparty.net
Gah, and now I have to learn how to access their subversion information. Gr8.
Keep watching, this will change - it all does eventually.
Now this isn't the first post anymore, it is in fact the 254th post. That number is imaginary as it is merely my description for how many Myspace.com blog entries I am converting over to this platform. It works rather well and is free. Those were my two requirements before I started a new system of keeping my notes and thoughts and ideas. This will work just fine.
For where to find its happiness,
it seems to always be running,
but never tires in its search.
One day you may be in its arms,
the next you will be in the streets,
of torture and agony in missing.
Keep your head up and your eyes forward,
you never know what may come down,
that path of highest love and rapture.
Author:
James Paul McKibben
so, today is my last day and then i am back to columbia, mo. yay! cause actually i have been missing all my friends there quite a bit. plus i don't know where to get any smoke up here... and so i have been feening a bit. just a little anyway.
today i went up to los alamos... or right near by it, and it was a freaking hike in my rental car. gezz i am happy i don't have to make that treck every day. this guy gordon that i was in the training class with showed me the directions on how to get there and stuff... pretty neat. the trip took about as long as a trip to st. louis or kansas city from columbia, but the only thing was, it was all at once and furthermore... i went from desert to snow and
back in the whole trip. gonna have to say, that is a first for me. good times all the same. mesa's are beautiful... omg. i have quite a few picts and hopefully they turn out (the camera is a bit on the blitzy
side after an accident at a party... don't sit on your camera... doesn't help them at all).
well, i am now off to get something to eat and drink with calos... lynn and some other people from the class. they are all foreign and i might as well be for as much as i fit in here, so i think it should be a good time. it is funny, i am absolutely certain that i should have been born in japan about 400 to
500 years in the future. it would have been perfect for me. simple awesome. love the culture and technology, so i think it would have been pretty neat. ok ok, i am rambling, getting off here
yikes that was dark and way up in the air... simply awesome, yet simply scary as hell. good times though. ate at the restaurant at the bottom once i got back down and had 2 beer to help calm myself down. good times. i am tired and really full, so i think i am going to hit the sack early tonight, so much for staying up and working websites. :-p
here i have joined myspace... thank you mr. tony foo yong *don't pronounce that as young... it is yong like ... your wrong*. i am in my hotel room because i am waiting for tomorrow to come around when i go back for another 8 hour session of linux cluster training, which btw, depending on who is doing the training is either pretty funny and neat... or will make you want to impale yourself on whateveryou can find... no matter how blunt of an object it is. albuquerque is a pretty neat place, the highways are mostly setup really well... with the exception of rush hour time, but then from my state, st. louis gets nuts busy and comes to a complete stand still. here it just kind of slows down every now and then. well, there are some pretty nice people out here and then some really scary ones. i was down by the university and saw a guy just hit some woman and bitch her out and leave with his "buddies". f**ked up. i wanted to do something about it, but i am across the street and well, i personally am not from around here and kind of like staying among the living rather than dieing so far from home... (still kind of has that really sad romantic sound to it though doesn't it). well, i had best get to sleep because it is only midnight and by my personal clock 1 am. hopefully tomorrow won't be so bad and thursday evening i might be able to take that tram up to the top of the mesa or mountain or how ever you call it. i am supposed to find out when the sun sets and see it that way... but i haven't a clue of how to find out when that is or how long it take to get up there.