10.24.2003

Sleep? Wtf is that? Lets see... I went to bed about midnight, got to sleep about 2:00am or so. I woke up around 6ish... thats five hours sleep.
But DAMN it doesnt feel like it. I've got a really long ass day ahead of me, mesuring bones over at Athens, and then transporting my mother to the airport, then most likely going back to sleep for the night.
Sleep.... oy. No dreams, only the inside of my eyelids.
So. I finally have a Live Journal account. But no worries, dear readers, I will not abandon this site in favor of that - it is merely so I am now able to access the hidden and what not areas of my various friend's Lj's.
So. For all of you for with LiveJournals, I'm Here, dear old strixus. So add me to your friends list, and I will do the same.

Also... in other news... GOD IS PISSED. Imay be an agnostic, but I'll be damned if I'd ignore that sort of thing for very long.

10.23.2003

Ghoulish Hobbies

So over the last 24 hours or so, I've taken to putting my skills with Google to a semi useful purpose, and trying to solve the mystery of one of my professors. It's quite interesting what you can and cannot find about people on the internet, especially if they are an academic. With some simple file digging, I managed to trace this person across thee continents, four universities, and about seven years of their life.
With a little help from things mentioned in relation to current events, I managed to get a fix on their undergraduate work, adding another university to the list, and 4 more years accounted for, along with the majority of their childhood by making some assumptions based on those timelines of events. The only problem is, there is a gap in the records which spans nearly 7 years, and it troubles me.
I've found that I am dangerously good at this sort of thing, this pattern tracking of people through the internet, and I see that as only lending credence to my previous beleifs in my talents at pattern recognition. The only problem is, once I start on a hunt, it becomes almost an obsession. I almost feel as though I'm stalking the person, to the point almost of digging through their underware drawer in terms of privacy violation.
But the data is there...
I'm not Doing anything with the data, other than satisfying my own curiosity, but is what I am doing ethical and moral? I have yet to come to grips with this question. What I am doing is no different in method than data mining for a person's history, done often by creditors and employers, but my use for the data is entirely different. Nothing I am going to do with the data will affect my impressions of this person, nor in any way influence my opinions or treatment of them, and certianly I see no way that I could use any of this information to harm this person. It is simply a list of dates and locations, publications and teaching schedules, degrees and assignments, not anything truely secretive and sensitive.
But if it is wrong to gather this data for one use, shouldn't it be wrong to gather it for any use? I'm not sure. Intent weighs allot with my moral and ethical judgements, as do consequences, and while this may make my rules less hard set, I think it gets more at the nature of how human beings actually make moral decisions.
But the road to hell is paved with good intentions, and hell its self is built on them - are intent and result really a good basis for ethical choise? I simply cannot put down my foot one way or another on this question. Something inside of me wants to say that there ARE moral and ethical rules that are hard and fast, no matter the situation, intent, or result; almost to a Kantian degree I want a set of universal ethics that I can work and live by as a framework for the rest of my moral and ethical choises.
To do harm to someone is wrong...harm both physical and mental - but I cannot help but put stipulations on that. If the harm outweighs the good, then it should not be done - but what if the good outweighs the harm? And how can you tell? Over what scale? Moments, hours, days, years, decades, lifetimes? Answers to these the utilitarian in me cannot find, and it is perhaps the most lacking thing in my ethics at the moment. Intent makes this all the more complicated - what if you intend good, but harm comes of that intent, as it so often does? I am tempted to answer this as such: That if you intend good, but do harm, what you have done is still harmful, and thus, still wrong. But if you intend wrong, and do good, the negative intent cancles out the goodness of your actions, for it was not your intent to do good by doing what you thought was wrong, but the good outcomes lessen the wrongness of your intent. This may be flawed, but it seems to work at least in part.
There is so much I still need to work out in my own ethical theories. But I know it is there, and I can find it. It is simply going to take logic, and allot of hard thought.

10.22.2003

A rare treat today, on this very good day, a wonderful, pleasurable way to end the day: local public radio is playing the full recording of Verdi's Requiem Mass, un cut, and it fills me with so many feelings I have no words for.

Dies irae, dies illa
solvet saeclum in favilla
teste David cum Sybilla
Dies irae, dies illa...


My feet do hurt, and my soles (pun intended) are tired from walking. I picked up equipment for friday for mesuring bones, carried them across campus, walked back across campus, etc. But yet, somehow, dispite the pain in my feet, it was a good day...

Quantus tremor est futurus,
quando Judex est venturus
cuncta stricte discussurus.


Fun with the trauma and disease lab in Anthro today. Seeing familar bones, explaining to people what was happening, knowing some of the specimens from past semesters by sight. It was wonderful. I love that lab. Then Plato - I'm very glad Erik talked me into going - we got into an argument over invisibility as a valuable super power for doing good. Much localized evil, yes, but there is little good that just invisibility can do. However, to quote a later conversation - "Does a rocket launcher count as a super power, if its invisible too?" The point being, that if we were invisible at will, we would do things we wanted to but didnt do because we would get caught - sleeping with the king's wife ("Wouldn't she notice?") for example - as a proof against the idea that people do moral things for their own good. And then Marketing, where we talked the prof into an open book quiz, and into skipping one of the chapters so we could go home early. She likes going home early.

Tuba mirum spargens sonum
per sepulchra regionum,
coget omnes ante thronum


My mother bought me another Prattchet book I didnt have, and a new Lovecraft collection. I love Lovecraft, and though I've read everything he ever wrote, I am always eager to see a new collection, and what it has to offer to his work in terms of aragement and comentary. Needless to say, my favorite collection of Lovecraft I own is an annotated edition of several works including "At the Mountains of Madness" - my second favorite Lovecraft story. Want to know my favorite? I'm not telling.

Mors stupebit et natura,
cum resurget creatura,
judicanti responsura.


Death has struck, and all nature is quaking - but as they so often forget, death is Nature's ultimate ending for us all.
Mona Lisa Overdrive

Another day, another moment of time passes. "I hate killing time" "Think of it as revenge, time is killing you." Been working on Nightmare alot, with the new layout and all, and adding in some of my original (read: non fan based) stories.

Strange dreams last night:

I'm in a book store, a huge, warehouse sized bookstore, during a huge sale. I am trying to find books I want but could never afford before, digging through the Sci-Fi/Fantasy secton. I find two books I want, then go for the hard back gaming books. They are stacked in three stacks, beautiful hard bound coffin like books. But they are all bound backwards, spines on the left right side, not the left. Digging through the stacks, I find several of the books I want.
One has on its cover a flesh gollum, with a face in its stomach, and a blank head with a mouth, with the title "The Power of Control" another has the comedy and tragety mask, with the title "The Art of the Hidden", and a myriad of others, some with magical animals on the covers, some with symbols. But the one I'm looking for isnt there, the one that in my mind I keep saying is the clan Venture game book (too much vampire stuff in my head I think), and without it, all the others are useless. I keep stacking and restacking the books, going through the stacks, and each time they are different, but the book I want is never there.
And then I look at the two books I had set aside, and realize that I already have them, at home, and that all of this has been a waste of time.


I wake.
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Under The Sky So Black

Last episode, of Trigun. Drove home from Erik's place, had the Jag today, in place of my car thanks to emissions testing. Driving home, down 85, feeling the night around me.

There is a micron of difference between sixty-five and eighty-five the slight increase in the hum of the air. Switch the radio on, find something with a running beat, doesn't matter what it is. At ninty, there is a feeling of weightlessness, the air sucked out from around the shell of a car, now I am floating, feeling the scream of the air running through the lines of the frame. Ninty-five comes without effort, a car running beside me at speed, and I look over. He pulls forward, I do the same.

Swing through a lane as I take the turn at Clairmont, back off the accelerator, back down to eighty, then seventy. Traffic catches the other car, and I pass him, as he exists one before me. A wave, a thumbs up. A fun run.

Night, Speed, Chase, Dream.

10.21.2003

Going through some old things, and found the Grady Litterary Mag from 1998... I had two poems published in it, one of which, when I read, reminded me of something I need to remember.

Poems Are Made By Fools Like Me

Poems are made by fools like me,
Who still gape with wonder at the stars,
Who love with blind hope and no expectations,
Who dream of worlds that never were,
And still hope that somehow they might be real.

Poems are made by fools like me,
Who still ignore the evil that we see,
Who long for the tough of warm summer sunlight,
Who dream of grass wet with cool morning dew,
And who never know just quite when
The poem really ends.

I hope, deep inside I still have that little fool inside of me, who dreams and hopes and loves so purely. I must remember to always keep her with me, close to my heart, and to keep that foolishness alive inside.

Are you sure about this?
I am.
Wow, this is pretty heavy.
Yeah, it is. Of course it is. Thats because its filled with mercy.
Hmmm... interesting. Thanks to K for quizes.

What Irrational Number Are You?
You are e

Of all the irrational numbers, you are the most intense. By nature you are powerful, although sometimes you can spiral out of control. You are good with money; the interest seems to just compound whenever you are near. When someone uses the word "exponential" they are probably talking about you.

In some ways you and φ are a nearly perfect match. Not to mention how attractive φ is. But then, there is the remarkable π...

Your lucky number is approximately 2.71828183

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10.20.2003

Weekend over.

Come with me in the twilight of a summer night for awhile
Tell me of a story never ever told in the past


Games past. Friends seen, welcomed, other friends meeting friends, circles overlaping even more, then said goodbye to, returned to online world.

the sun is in your eyes
the sun is in your ears
I hope you see the sun
someday in the darkness


I did miserably on the GRE. Going to spend this week working on letters of recomendation, trying to put things out of my mind. Moving on. Determination.

Fanatics find their heaven in never ending storming wind
Auguries of destruction be a lullaby for rebirth


Was amazingly domestic over the weekend. Made dinner, made lunches, took care of tired Erik. Made me wish for when I live with him even more. Started mentally redecorating the basement, wondering what I could do to both darken and lighten the room at once. Shoji screens are going to be a must, as will be sitting cushions for the table.

can you hear the calling of the raving wind and water?
we just keep dreaming of the land 'cross the river


So many things are in suspension at the moment. Courses for next semester, I sign up on the 27th. The GRE again, in December. Grad school aplications looming, needing filling out, letters requested, transcripts sent. Waiting, biding my time till I graduate, till I can take that next step. Pondering the future in moments of the present, where each one influences the next.

high and loud, the sound of your bell of the twilight...ringing..
all alone, it rings and echoes in the twilight


Holding my breath, take that next step, and know afterwards weather I have stepped off the edge into the abyss or onto the golden path.

lyrics from: Key of the Twilight, In the land of twilight, under the moon, To Nowhere, all from .hack\\Sign