Friday, December 29, 2017

Nextfest Notebook Randomness

What if seagulls aren't making bird calls, they are just clearing their throats?

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

It's what you think.

Artificial Intelligence, Consciousness, and Reality
lucy brought thoughts

The Movie. Lucy. The reviews have missed the mark. The movie did a fair job visually of conveying the fleeting feeling of eternity and timeless unity when the mind is expanded… but missed it emotionally because of the formulaic action and plot sequencing. It could have been so much more as an independent indie film. I don’t care about that though, what I’d like to focus on is intelligence, consciousness, and ultimately, reality.

Thursday, February 13, 2014

Relationship Anarchist.

Been around the world, lived a dozen lives as half a dozen people. Found love, lost love, want love, lust for lust and no need for need.

Monday, November 25, 2013

Student Loan Justice

I knew what I was doing when I signed that promissory note for my student loan. I am not avoiding nor disavowing any responsibility for that action.

Friday, June 14, 2013

Hello NSA

Pondered questions regarding governmental spying (and other things).

What if the government accidentally came across you or someone you know, not a terrorist, who is breaking the law?
Is the agent/agency obligated to report it?
Does the agent/agency choose which crimes can be reported and which can be overlooked? (We obviously can’t prosecute every crime that comes to the attention of our government;

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Occupy; San Diego

I was going to post THIS around the Civic Center for everyone to see, and leave my tent for others to use until such time as I completely distanced myself from the movement, or conversely, choose to join it again. I didn't get around to posting it, instead I ended up at the Civic Center on the eighth night, hoping to be inspired enough to continue on.

Saturday, December 25, 2010

Saturday, April 04, 2009

Things to do before I die

Yi: Run into a university classroom while in session (preferrably philosophy)... and yell,"Lies, its all lies!" and then run out.

Tuesday, February 03, 2009

Excerpts from my notebook of madness.

I put my head in my un-deodorized armpit to try to cover up the sickly sweet and all too dominant fragrance wafting and permeating each molecule of the room. But I had already paid.