Don't Google Yourself Tonight was my first final Learning Community Group (I have my last final LCG on Wednesday.)

We (my LCG) went to a local Greek restaurant and at one point in the discussion Marta (my mentor partner on Mondays) mentioned that New York has recently passed a law making it illegal to say a particular obscenity. (It starts with b and is derogatory to women.) This launches me into a tirade about the first amendment and has me pulling out my copy of the Bill of Rights (much to the class's surprise) and quoting it directly.

We continue the discussion and it wanders all over the political field, I am enjoying the discussion as I usually do.

I get back to my room and decided to check my auxiliary email accounts (I have about 6 that I don't use regularly) one of these is based on my name and it inspires me to Google myself.

I find the usual things: a paraplegic Olympic gold medalist, the designer, the professor and the musician in England, but a new one pops up. This name twin has apparently written a book called (I wish I was making this title up) Saving Our Children From the First Amendment. Holy frakking frak Batman! Is this man the opposite me? I b rows through his book using Google Books and in the introduction he poses the question "Isn't this censorship? Yes, it is. But is censorship always an evil?" That is a direct quote my friends. YES, censorship is always an evil! Free expression is exactly that, anything different isn't!

This is actually maging me so angry it is getting hard to type so I think I'll leave it at that, but I must say I am slightly ashamed of the way my name is being used out there in the real world right now.

I'll C U next Tuesday, baby

Labels: an, First Amendment, Google, government, greek food, LCG

  ¶ 11/12/2007 10:36:00 PM (0) comments

  Bhavas and Rasas Today has been a mixture.

The day began when I woke up and found Callahan sitting on the couch in the dark staring into space because he couldn't figure out how to turn on the TV.

Callahan came to visit from TCU to see me in Laughter on the 23rd Floor and spent the night because he didn't want to drive back at night.

I got dressed and we went to Spanky's for lunch. However the line was incredibly long at Spanky's so we went to Rasin' Cain down the street. It was good but not incredible.

After lunch we went to meet a friend of Callahan's who also goes to Tech. We couldn't talk for long because the friend is in the band and had to go to practice for the game.

I took Callahan back to his car and he left.

I came back to my room and did something I'm not proud of and don't want to talk about.

I was not feeling well so I called John to talk about it, but he was playing WoW and watching the game at Connor's so he couldn't really talk.

Eventually I went to the theatre for tonights show.

The show went wonderfully, the audience laughed at everything and we fed off that to make it even better. Although after the show a woman told me I reminded her of Ashton Kutcher. This was meant as a compliment, but was still a little painful.

After the show we discussed where to go and settled on Skooner's, because it's Karaoke night. I'm enjoying myself and telling the story of my previous exploits with Karaoke.

Andrew and I get to the bar at the same time and walk in. There's a guy at the door checking IDs and of course mine says I'm underage. He tells em they don't let anybody in under 21. This is of course bullshit because two nights ago I was sitting in the very same bar. Additionally I could have ordered a triple shot of tequila and nobody would have batted an eye.

I hate the laws in this country sometimes. Why on earth can somebody have all the rights of a citizen except the one to imbibe alcohol? I can smoke 3 packs a day which will kill me much quicker but God forbid I have a glass of champaign.

(Not that I'm in favor of more cigarette legislation either, I should have the right to choose what I do with my body, as should everybody else)

Also I got Psychonauts in the mail today and Allen gave me a CD with all of Modest Mouse's music on it.

Try Try Try.

Labels: Ashton Kutcher, bar, bhava, Callahan, food, government, karaoke, mixture, Modest Mouse, performance, rasa, rules, secret, theatre

  ¶ 10/13/2007 11:13:00 PM (0) comments

  Nothing. I want to blog about something but I have nothing worthwhile to say.

I think I'll make this a blogging over time thing. I'll leave the window open and just type in thoughts as I get them.

Girls in glasses are hot.

Family guy is stupid.

Every single person in the world is not.

I spent an hour at Wal-mart today and didn't buy a single thing.

My sister has me listed as her top friend on MySpace. I don't know what to make of that.

I just flipped off my television. That is to say I gave it the finger, not turned off the power.

Radiohead is letting people download their new album and pay whatever they think is fair. This is cool. I probably never would have listened to Radiohead on my own, but this has greatly increased my chances of listening to at least this album.

Aristotle had it easy.

My suitemate has been having way too much sex. It's getting annoying.

I'm angry about doctrinal infighting.

It's illegal to sell sex toys in Louisiana. I hate the government. Why is selling anything illegal? Why is owning anything illegal? The act of trade is the basis for human interaction.

I got my first paycheck from Tech today. Wow, money is cool.

Someone once told me (indirectly) that once you date a woman, her friends are off limits forever. I can understand this in some situations, but I have to wonder more about the specifics. Is there a certain level of acquaintance that is acceptable for dating? Obviously top tier friends are off and I would probably even say that tiers two and three are no go. But what if the level of friends is nothing more than being Facebook friends? Or what if the friendship is only discovered after a relationship has begun? I suppose that the level of friendship would partially dictate the amount of time before discovery. If they were good friends it would be discovered much earlier. From here we can possibly create a timetable related to friend level. If six months go by without discovering a shared person in each member of the relationship's past, the level of friendship is suitably low so it would not become necessary to break it off. Of course if the relationship is being actively hidden from the third person, the system doesn't count.

I am actively reading seven different books right now. I would like to finish a couple of them but the others keep getting in the way.

I haven't played my uke in a few weeks. That really bothers me.

It's now almost midnight. I think I'll go to bed.

Then come back to the future.

Labels: books, download, glasses, government, money, MySpace, nothing, Radiohead, relationships, rules, single, sister, TV, ukulele, Wal-Mart

  ¶ 10/02/2007 10:40:00 PM (0) comments