Dat

So, for anyone who reads this sodding blog, I now live in Vail. I have been here for almost a week. I missed Colorado. But I think I miss all my friends in Texas equally. The weather is perfect, I am acclimating beautifully. I went for a long ride yesterday, and up until two days ago, I was the only person in the area with a single speed.

Stephanie is adjusting well too. She has a room in the nicest house I have ever been in and it is right on the eagle river. She bought a roadbike yesterday and starts her job on tuesday.

I have not started work yet, and the only people I have hung out with is Stephs roommates. One girl is an old friend of mine. Sarah Langston is pretty kick ass. I am just tired of hanging out with girls and I am sick of not working. I also feel like I do not like 60% of the people up here. Yuppies and shit. But its a better number than the Baylor ratio.

Cheers

saddish

I am so sad....

Dr. Phil

Dr Phil is a douchebag. And he eats poop. Watch his show if you want to know how to be a douchebag and kiss your own ass.

Important

This is a song by Immortal Technique. It is called The 4th Branch

Listen

The new age is upon us
And yet the past refuses to rest in its shallow grave
For those who hide behind the false image of the son of man
shall stand before God!!! It has begun
The beginning of the end
Yeah..
Yeah... yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
The voice of racism preaching the gospel is devilish
A fake church called the prophet Muhammad a terrorist
Forgetting God is not a religion, but a spiritual bond
And Jesus is the most quoted prophet in the Qu'ran
They bombed innocent people, tryin' to murder Saddam
When you gave him those chemical weapons to go to war with Iran
This is the information that they hold back from Peter Jennings
Cause Condoleeza Rice is just a new age Sally Hemmings
I break it down with critical language and spiritual anguish
The Judas I hang with, the guilt of betraying Christ
You murdered and stole his religion, and painting him white
Translated in psychologically tainted philosophy
Conservative political right wing, ideology
Glued together sloppily, the blasphemy of a nation
Got my back to the wall, cause I'm facin' assassination
Guantanamo Bay, federal incarceration
How could this be, the land of the free, home of the brave?
Indigenous holocaust, and the home of the slaves
Corporate America, dancin' offbeat to the rhythm
You really think this country, never sponsored terrorism?
Human rights violations, we continue the saga
El Savador and the contras in Nicaragua
And on top of that, you still wanna take me to prison
Just cause I won't trade humanity for patriotism

[Hook]
It's like MK-ULTRA, controlling your brain
Suggestive thinking, causing your perspective to change
They wanna rearrange the whole point of view of the ghetto
The fourth branch of the government, want us to settle
A bandana full of glittering, generality
Fighting for freedom and fighting terror, but what's reality?
Read about the history of the place that we live in
And stop letting corporate news tell lies to your children

[Verse 2]
Flow like the blood of Abraham through the Jews and the Arabs
Broken apart like a woman's heart, abused in a marriage
The brink of holy war, bottled up, like a miscarriage
Embedded correspondents don't tell the source of the tension
And they refuse to even mention, European intervention
Or the massacres in Jenin, the innocent screams
U.S. manufactured missles, and M-16's
Weapon contracts and corrupted American dreams
Media censorship, blocking out the video screens
A continent of oil kingdoms, bought for a bargain
Democracy is just a word, when the people are starvin'
The average citizen, made to be, blind to the reason
A desert full of genocide, where the bodies are freezin'
And the world doesn't believe that you fightin' for freedom
Cause you fucked the Middle East, and gave birth to a demon
It's open season with the CIA, bugging my crib
Trapped in a ghetto region like a Palestinian kid
Where nobody gives a fuck whether you die or you live
I'm tryin' to give the truth, and I know the price is my life
But when I'm gone they'll sing a song about Immortal Technique
Who beheaded the President, and the princes and sheiks
You don't give a fuck about us, I can see through your facade
Like a fallen angel standing in the presence of God
Bitch niggaz scared of the truth, when it looks at you hard

[Hook]
It's like MK-ULTRA, controlling your brain
Suggestive thinking, causing your perspective to change
They wanna rearrange the whole point of view in the ghetto
The fourth branch of the government, want us to settle
A bandana full of glittering, generality
Fighting for freedom and fighting terror, but what's reality?
Martial law is coming soon to the hood, to kill you
While you hanging your flag out your project window

[Talking]
Yeah..
The fourth branch of the government AKA the media
Seems to now have a retirement plan for ex-military officials
As if their opinion was at all unbiased
A machine shouldn't speak for men
So shut the fuck up you mindless drone!
And you know it's serious
When these same media outfits are spending millions of dollars on a PR campaign
To try to convince you they're fair and balanced
When they're some of the most ignorant, and racist people
Giving that type of mentality a safe haven
We act like we share in the spoils of war that they do
We die in wars, we don't get the contracts to make money off 'em afterwards!
We don't get weapons contracts, nigga!
We don't get cheap labor for our companies, nigga!
We are cheap labor, nigga!
Turn off the news and read, nigga!
Read... read... read...

Sea Pirates

Do you ever wonder if the Indians of North America had a high suicide rate before the sea pirates came?

Malaise

As I sit under the dimly lit roof of my house, there is a lackluster haze setting in on the streets of waco. It is sunday and the aliens did not come. The telephone poles seem to be sagging under their uselessness and age. A few cars pitter by and my dog sits on a couch that is deceptively uncomfortable and could be likened to the giant man-eating plant from Little Shop of Horrors. I was glad this weekend, not to be misinformed by television and have some real conversation with people with less than destructive mindsets. Though in one of my worst moods (too much wine and not enough nicotine), I found that even in an overpriced park and only one night away that true happiness means...

My DreaM

“The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.” Those are words from Milton’s Paradise Lost. I do not remember the context of that statement but I feel like it is quite applicable to dreams. And a nightmare is what happened to me last night.
I got a call from my friend Cole. He was telling me that I should come to work because everyone was drunk and it really awesome. Except everything he said was garbled and I could not understand. I was laying in my bed with Delia as he was telling me all this. The moon was in full swing but it’s luminescence was being interrupted by some pesky clouds. Then without warning Delia began wriggling around on the bed and making a horrible sound. It could be likened to a coyote being caught in a steel trap and realizing after some time that it would have to gnaw off its own limb.
My bed lies at the end of my room aligned with the wall next to my rather large windows. The wind was blowing a bit through the open one at my feet. As I looked over at Delia to try to figure out what was happening I awoke, not knowing that I was dreaming (of course). She was still moaning and squirming and then I looked to my left and saw him. I gasped in horror much like Dorian seeing his painting. I froze, unable to speak or move. I gazed at the thing towering above my bed. His body was tall and dark, cascaded by the waning moonlight. He had long slicked hair and a dark piercing eye. Only the left side of his sharp and disastrous face was illuminated. He was reaching down at me with a huge outstretched hand. I assumed it was death or a demon and that I was done for. I was completely done for. I could feel my life leaving me the closer he got. Then the moonlight streaming through the closed windows brightened and the figure changed into my roommate who was holding a striped sweater over me saying that I had left it at his home. Then I woke up. I was a mess. I was still paralyzed, sweating bullets all over my body. I have never felt so useless and afraid in my whole life. I lay in bed for some time before I mustered up the courage to go turn on all the lights and lock the back door. Only with my dog and bowie knife did I have the gusto to wander around the house to make sure everything was safe.