Ugh. I can't sleep. So let me bore you with the humdrum events that have filled up my Sunday.
So, I wake up with bloodshot eyes, fabulous. To my surprise, loverboy stopped by and brought me eye drops. Sweetheart, huh? Well anyways, after that I watched Mr. Bean's Holiday. Very humorous, made me laugh. A little later on in the afternoon, my parents and I went to my aunt's house for a family meeting. (It was for my aunts and uncles, I didn't necessarily need to go, but hey I was bored.) I got there and was assaulted by my little cousin. She doesn't understand the concept of hugging, she apparently prefers to attack. But I still love her, she's a keeper. Time passed, we ate brownies, and played a few games. It's surprising how frightened you can become playing a game of monster and being chased by a 7 year old child.
Eventually we left. Just in time for me to watch America's Best Dance Crew and True Blood. ABDC was alright. Well, actually it was kind of wack. I only enjoyed a few crews, Rhythm City the most. True Blood was insane, as usual. Each week is better, I mean the suspense kills me, but I can't help but watch. Crazy demonic creatures, hate/love relationships between humans and vampires, a shape shifter who is sexually desired by the devil (not really the devil, but she might as well be it.) After the show ends, you're possessed with freakish thoughts for a few seconds, but then it goes away. Yeah, it's that crazy.
For some reason, I'm inexplicably vigil during the night, and have trouble entering dreamland. I really think that in a past life I was a security guard who worked night shifts his whole life. It's reasonable.
And now, I'm here. Trying to fall asleep, and failing in every pathetic attempt.
Ciao.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Chapter: Tuning Into Def Jam
The legendary KRS-ONE and Doug E. Fresh.
That's moving. Like Freedom Writers-status (in case you didn't notice those were tears in the end.)
So I watched How She Move tonight, the movie about stepping. I was bored and was just relaxing, soaking up the time I actually have to chill. In all honesty, I thought it was going to be a joke, because that's what most dance movies these days are turning out to be. But to my surprise, I kind of liked it. I mean it wasn't anything great, like "OMG, I have to watch this again...and again...and again and again." But it was pretty decent. The stepping was on point. They had some pretty good sets, but what intrigued me the most was the underlying message it had. It wasn't anything innovative and new, just the typical "I gotta do my best to get out of the hood"-type message, but I liked it. The girl was actually really smart and spoke articulately and clearly. At first, she was kind of big-headed in a way because she went to a private school and disconnected herself form her roots. But in the end, she came to her senses and noticed she doesn't have to leave everything behind to move forward. Meaning her people, and her love to step.
Hm, I thought it was cute, but thats just me.
That's moving. Like Freedom Writers-status (in case you didn't notice those were tears in the end.)
So I watched How She Move tonight, the movie about stepping. I was bored and was just relaxing, soaking up the time I actually have to chill. In all honesty, I thought it was going to be a joke, because that's what most dance movies these days are turning out to be. But to my surprise, I kind of liked it. I mean it wasn't anything great, like "OMG, I have to watch this again...and again...and again and again." But it was pretty decent. The stepping was on point. They had some pretty good sets, but what intrigued me the most was the underlying message it had. It wasn't anything innovative and new, just the typical "I gotta do my best to get out of the hood"-type message, but I liked it. The girl was actually really smart and spoke articulately and clearly. At first, she was kind of big-headed in a way because she went to a private school and disconnected herself form her roots. But in the end, she came to her senses and noticed she doesn't have to leave everything behind to move forward. Meaning her people, and her love to step.
Hm, I thought it was cute, but thats just me.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Monday, August 17, 2009
Chapter: Problems at Vespo Hotel
She says the hospitality is great,
And the room service is inexplicable,
But has her destiny tampered with her fate?
Is her happiness not permissible?...
And the room service is inexplicable,
But has her destiny tampered with her fate?
Is her happiness not permissible?...
Chapter: Summer or Insanity
I think we can come to a unanimous agreement when I say this has been the most confusing and spontaneous summer since the last time Mother Nature freaked out. I'm afraid to go outside, I don't know what to expect. Ok, I'm not really afraid, but what do you do exactly, when your local on the 8's say its going to be sunny and clear, and you step outside to a world thats humid, muggy, foggy, ugly, cloudy etc. Or if not, it's raining cats and dogs. No, better yet cows and horses. See me?
It's insanity!
I nearly died last night breathing in humidity, yuck.
But tomorrow is going to be an authentic summer day. Atleast thats what the forecast says so I hope its true.
Sigh.
I can't wait for the fall to come. I love neutral seasons.
It's insanity!
I nearly died last night breathing in humidity, yuck.
But tomorrow is going to be an authentic summer day. Atleast thats what the forecast says so I hope its true.
Sigh.
I can't wait for the fall to come. I love neutral seasons.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Chapter: Speakers That Speak to You
Speakers that speak to you?
Sounds strange I know, but it happens. Well, to me.
So, this is my usual scenario. I'm sitting at my desk, typically at night, and I hear this muffled sound. I have no idea where it's coming from, so I check if I got one of those annoying pop-ups that scare the living daylights out of you, asking you if you want a smiley. Ugh, can't stand those pop-ups. But anyways, I have no pop-ups. I check if there's a TV on anywhere..nada. I look outside, and the world is asleep. So at this moment, I begin to get creeped out. I come closer to my speakers, and the sound becomes clearer. Then I play with the volume, and it's tuning the sound. Like if it were a radio. Crazy, right?
Oh, you want to know what I was hearing. Well, it's happens various times but this is what I've heard:
-China International
-Indian music
-Native American Tribal Chanting
-Oldies (music from like the 20s-50s)
I was listening to what they were saying, and in China International, they were talking about China, Britain and India, like business talk. And they all had accents. Then they began speaking in another language. I was intrigued for a while, but then it just got annoying, so I unplugged my speakers to go to bed.
Next day, Indian music. Yeah, the type where they dance barefoot and stuff. It sounded cool, but I had no idea what it was saying. So once again I unplug my speakers to go catch some Z's. Next day, yes Native American Tribal Chanting. Weird. For a split second I thought my speakers were posessed, but I thought logically and I'm guessing they were picking up a signal. God knows how. And the most recent one was the oldies. That was decent. But it sounded very muffled, so it wasn't too great. Interesting though, right?
Because my neighbors are a bunch of dead people (aka cementery) certain people think the ghosts are trying to communicate with me. Sure. Me and the corpses are cool. They know I mean no harm.;]
It's creepy, but entertaining. :]
Sounds strange I know, but it happens. Well, to me.
So, this is my usual scenario. I'm sitting at my desk, typically at night, and I hear this muffled sound. I have no idea where it's coming from, so I check if I got one of those annoying pop-ups that scare the living daylights out of you, asking you if you want a smiley. Ugh, can't stand those pop-ups. But anyways, I have no pop-ups. I check if there's a TV on anywhere..nada. I look outside, and the world is asleep. So at this moment, I begin to get creeped out. I come closer to my speakers, and the sound becomes clearer. Then I play with the volume, and it's tuning the sound. Like if it were a radio. Crazy, right?
Oh, you want to know what I was hearing. Well, it's happens various times but this is what I've heard:
-China International
-Indian music
-Native American Tribal Chanting
-Oldies (music from like the 20s-50s)
I was listening to what they were saying, and in China International, they were talking about China, Britain and India, like business talk. And they all had accents. Then they began speaking in another language. I was intrigued for a while, but then it just got annoying, so I unplugged my speakers to go to bed.
Next day, Indian music. Yeah, the type where they dance barefoot and stuff. It sounded cool, but I had no idea what it was saying. So once again I unplug my speakers to go catch some Z's. Next day, yes Native American Tribal Chanting. Weird. For a split second I thought my speakers were posessed, but I thought logically and I'm guessing they were picking up a signal. God knows how. And the most recent one was the oldies. That was decent. But it sounded very muffled, so it wasn't too great. Interesting though, right?
Because my neighbors are a bunch of dead people (aka cementery) certain people think the ghosts are trying to communicate with me. Sure. Me and the corpses are cool. They know I mean no harm.;]
It's creepy, but entertaining. :]
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Chapter: Sleepy Morning Tunes
I tend to wake up every morning with a rather random, but catchy song stuck in my head. I know it's kind of odd, but it happens. For instance, yesterday I woke up with this song playing over and over and over and over in my head..
Everytime I listen to this, I start daydreaming in black and white. Like I'm traveling back to the Jazz Age, or something.
This morning, same story, different soundtrack..
Hmm, it would be kind of cool being a vampire for a weekend. Actually, would be kind of awesome, not a bloodthirsty one, but a veggetarian vampire. It kind of takes the thrill out of it, but I'm too much of a humanitarian to drink your blood.
Everytime I listen to this, I start daydreaming in black and white. Like I'm traveling back to the Jazz Age, or something.
This morning, same story, different soundtrack..
Hmm, it would be kind of cool being a vampire for a weekend. Actually, would be kind of awesome, not a bloodthirsty one, but a veggetarian vampire. It kind of takes the thrill out of it, but I'm too much of a humanitarian to drink your blood.
Friday, August 7, 2009
Chapter: Ineffably Strange
You know what's hard to do? Deciphering the minds of people.
You'd think that with time, and after you've gotten to know them, you'd be able to understand them. Oh, that's contrary-to-fact my dears. I mean, some people manage to read minds so easily, like magic. But then there's people like me. Who read them, well try to, and fail...horribly.
Ugh, it's aggravating. That's when assumptions are born.
Where you come up with equivocal possibilities of where these thoughts may have sprouted from.
And so on and so forth, problems evolve. That's why I think we shouldn't try to do that. At least, if you know your not good at it, like me.
This blog is completely irrelevant. If you find that it connects with you and I, it's entirely coincidental.
You'd think that with time, and after you've gotten to know them, you'd be able to understand them. Oh, that's contrary-to-fact my dears. I mean, some people manage to read minds so easily, like magic. But then there's people like me. Who read them, well try to, and fail...horribly.
Ugh, it's aggravating. That's when assumptions are born.
Where you come up with equivocal possibilities of where these thoughts may have sprouted from.
And so on and so forth, problems evolve. That's why I think we shouldn't try to do that. At least, if you know your not good at it, like me.
This blog is completely irrelevant. If you find that it connects with you and I, it's entirely coincidental.
Monday, August 3, 2009
Chapter: Vespo for the Night
On Aug. 2nd, I checked in at Vespo Hotel.
I walked up to the counter, and tapped on the bell.
He asked if I'd be staying, I said for the night,
Little did I know I'd lose track of all time.
Asked where I'd like dinner, I said a picnic on the moon,
And he scribbled on his pad, picnic for two.
We spoke endless hours, watching the stars and fusing atoms,
and then introduced himself, said "Madam, I'm Adam."
Got lost in the sky, the one in his eyes,
if "Love is suicide" then lead me to my demise.
Love, not yet, but the potential is there,
as he transliterates my mind, and enters my secret lair.
We jumped off the moon and dove into the sky,
And we've been there ever since, talking as we fly.
Called me supernova, easily made me smile,
Thats when I knew,
I'll be staying at Vespo for a while...
I walked up to the counter, and tapped on the bell.
He asked if I'd be staying, I said for the night,
Little did I know I'd lose track of all time.
Asked where I'd like dinner, I said a picnic on the moon,
And he scribbled on his pad, picnic for two.
We spoke endless hours, watching the stars and fusing atoms,
and then introduced himself, said "Madam, I'm Adam."
Got lost in the sky, the one in his eyes,
if "Love is suicide" then lead me to my demise.
Love, not yet, but the potential is there,
as he transliterates my mind, and enters my secret lair.
We jumped off the moon and dove into the sky,
And we've been there ever since, talking as we fly.
Called me supernova, easily made me smile,
Thats when I knew,
I'll be staying at Vespo for a while...
Chapter: The Y Chromosome (The End of All Males)
You have to be a man to carry the Y chromosome, and you have to be a man to make sperm, making men essential for human reproduction. So what happens if the Y chromosome disappears?
What makes women and men different is the 23rd chromosome in our cells. In women, its a pair of two X chromosomes, and in men, its an X chromosome and a Y chromosome. The Y chromosome is what makes men, macho men. It carries the tools to creating testes and making sperm. Over the millenia, the Y chromosome has lost most of its genes. That's not good.
The problem? It's lonely.
All the other chromosome are paired, and if during mitosis a mistakes creeps into one chromosome, it can fix itself by looking at the other chromosome, since they're alike. But in guys, if this happens to the Y chromosome, it doesn't fix itself, the gene just disappears. Poof.
This is X and this is Y. Sucks, huh?
Therefore, people are afraid that if this continues to happen, the Y chromosome is going to gradually shrink in size until it disappears altogether.
Dun. DUN. DUN!
That'll be something.
But people have found hope in Pandora's Box of human anatomy.
David Page of MIT's Whitehead Institute says "At the same time that it is continuing to lose genes, it's found some new ways of replenishing itself,"
In the past year, Page along with his colleagues, discovered a finding that gave men a little hope: The Y chromosome has been secretly creating backup copies of its most important genes. These are stored in the DNA as mirror images, or palindromes - which read the same way forwards and backwards. ("Madam, I'm Adam" is a famous example.)
So in a condensed more simpler way, the Y chromo-(Im getting tired of spelling that whole word out, from now on, let's just say chromo) has been subtly making copies of the genes it really needs, and they're just as good as the OG's ( original genes, ha). Its like racecar. Now spell it backwards. See?
It like a survival of the fittest, but genetically.
The movie Children of Men was recommended to me, its supposedly about this stuff, but in the movie it already happened, get me? Well, I'll watch it and let you know if it's any good.
Did I bore you with this blog? I feel like I did. Well atleast now you know that in a couple of years, there won't be a such things as males. Ok, maybe not a couple, more like 125, 000 years or something, but hey now you know.
Ciao.
What makes women and men different is the 23rd chromosome in our cells. In women, its a pair of two X chromosomes, and in men, its an X chromosome and a Y chromosome. The Y chromosome is what makes men, macho men. It carries the tools to creating testes and making sperm. Over the millenia, the Y chromosome has lost most of its genes. That's not good.
The problem? It's lonely.
All the other chromosome are paired, and if during mitosis a mistakes creeps into one chromosome, it can fix itself by looking at the other chromosome, since they're alike. But in guys, if this happens to the Y chromosome, it doesn't fix itself, the gene just disappears. Poof.
This is X and this is Y. Sucks, huh?
Therefore, people are afraid that if this continues to happen, the Y chromosome is going to gradually shrink in size until it disappears altogether.
Dun. DUN. DUN!
That'll be something.
But people have found hope in Pandora's Box of human anatomy.
David Page of MIT's Whitehead Institute says "At the same time that it is continuing to lose genes, it's found some new ways of replenishing itself,"
In the past year, Page along with his colleagues, discovered a finding that gave men a little hope: The Y chromosome has been secretly creating backup copies of its most important genes. These are stored in the DNA as mirror images, or palindromes - which read the same way forwards and backwards. ("Madam, I'm Adam" is a famous example.)
So in a condensed more simpler way, the Y chromo-(Im getting tired of spelling that whole word out, from now on, let's just say chromo) has been subtly making copies of the genes it really needs, and they're just as good as the OG's ( original genes, ha). Its like racecar. Now spell it backwards. See?
It like a survival of the fittest, but genetically.
The movie Children of Men was recommended to me, its supposedly about this stuff, but in the movie it already happened, get me? Well, I'll watch it and let you know if it's any good.
Did I bore you with this blog? I feel like I did. Well atleast now you know that in a couple of years, there won't be a such things as males. Ok, maybe not a couple, more like 125, 000 years or something, but hey now you know.
Ciao.
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