My blog contains a large number of posts. A few are included in various other publications, or as attached stories and chronicles in my emails; many more are found on loose leaves, while some are written carelessly in margins and blank spaces of my notebooks. Of the last sort most are nonsense, now often unintelligible even when legible, or half-remembered fragments. Enjoy responsibly.

Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Can someone please name this song?

Here is the link

What I know:
It’s not from Carmina Burana
It’s not from the Omen
It sounds Russian to me – but I’m not really sure.

Any ideas would be greatly appreciated.

Tuesday, March 28, 2006

I can’t believe I’m responding to this question

I post quite a bit on Yahoo Answers and got barraged with questions when I posted a description as to the process of evolution as a theory on the same level as gravity (let’s hope there aren’t still people arguing that gravity doesn’t really exist). Here was the brunt of his argument: If we evolved from monkeys, why are monkeys still here?

So let me post this publicly, just in case someone else who can both read and thinks that this is a valid question might see it.

Because we all came from the common ancestor. It’s like wolves and dogs. Dogs evolved from wolves, but we still have wolves. Not everything has to evolve into the same thing (or at the same rate). So wolves in one place in the world can evolve close to where they’ve been for millions of years, and wolves with human interaction can evolve into the mutts we have in the house.

There, enough of that. I can’t believe we still have people so intellectually lazy on this planet. At this rate we will may actually start to devolve.

Saturday, March 25, 2006

I really need a vacation...

...with some time to read what I want to read while not caring what those sounds coming from my laptop are warning me about..

Thursday, March 16, 2006

After the credits

What do you do when your love’s lost hope?
When you know you will never get what you gave?

Could you resent and not hate.
Would you want to?
Would you have to?

In the end does it matter,
That you’ve seen your life fade?
Your hopes are still shattered,
You life has been paid.

Gone is your hope,
Disappeared is you life.
Never returning, ending in strife.

Wasted on those who cannot repay
Gone in the years of constant decay.

And finally you are all on your own,
Broken and tired and very alone.

Should you have left when you had a chance?
Abandoned hope for new romance?

Would it end the same?

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

The Anderson, South Carolina Public Library of Whatever

I am beginning to loath the beautiful Anderson, SC Public Library. It stands in Historic Anderson as a beacon of intelligently spent wealth in a small struggling southern town. Unfortunately they have the audacity to cater to the only recently anurous local population.

Today I stood at the help desk with a bibliography of essential reading for my upcoming PhD residency and was made to suffer through a tedious explanation of how a library such as theirs cannot stock the specialized books that I needed. Being the pragmatist that I am, I was expecting that the vast majority of the text was not to be found therein. But it is what came next that brought my blood to boil. Interrupting, as is social norm for Southerners, a very portly, waddling, effervescent woman squealed “Where can I find that new Jackie Collins book?” to the lady who was helping me. To my horror, the librarian turned with delighted eyes and brandished it from the depths of her own terminal. The two then had a quick, scatty conversation about the poetic prose of Jackie Collins where they both seemed to speak at once without ever hearing the other. Once the gaggling had died down and the native had wandered off with her masterpiece of literary heraldry, the librarian turned back to me and said the words “Hey, aren’t you that guy who was questioning us last week why we only had two books of some Von-da-gut author? Because I don’t think we have any more of these books then we do of that guy.”

Angry, mentally disheveled and forlorn, it was at this point that I left swearing to never, ever, darken step across the threshold of that building again.

Thursday, March 09, 2006

Awesome Tilapia Recipe


4 Tilapia fillets

2 tbls Paprika

2 tsp Salt

2 tsp Lemon Pepper

1 1/2 tsp Garlic Powder

1 1/2 tsp Ground Red Pepper

1 1/2 tsp Dried, Crushed Basil

1 tsp Onion Powder

1 tsp Dried Thyme

1 cup Melted Unsalted Butter


Heat iron skillet on high for 5 minutes.

Mix dry ingredients in a bowl.

Dip fillets in melted butter and coat with dry mix.

Place fillets in hot skillet, cooking 2 minutes per side.

Sunday, March 05, 2006

Faith vs. Patience

I don’t understand the blind faith of people’s religious beliefs. That’s not to say that I don’t understand the premises, rules, customs and dogmas - those I understand emphatically. What I cannot comprehend is how someone can have absolute blind faith towards one religious belief while brushing aside all others as not as correct as their own. Strictly on blind faith, the only difference between Christianity, Hindi and a belief that your pet goldfish is the ultimate creator of the universe is the numbers which follow each belief. And alone, without the support of those numbers, the person who believes Jesus Christ once visited the earth as the son of God has nothing more to offer as substantiation then the person who believes in the divineness of his aquatic deity.

So when I realized that I too had blind faith in something it worried me.

I have absolute blind faith in those I love. I believe the potential of people will be met if encouraged and given proper support. And like all blind faith, it will fail 50% of the time when tested. Most of the time I do not mind. It is the offer of such faith in those that I love that is more important then whether they succeed or fail. But lately my patience for such faith is waning. I am exhausted in faith, exhausted in patience and tired of being proven wrong. My patience for blind faith in those I love is depleted by the reality of life. Reality is not perception, reality is perception applied.

Without faith you are only left with fact and that which you cannot explain. Seeing those you love under such an exacting light is not flattering and only leads to contempt and mistrust. I want to feel faith again. Faith in those I love, patience to give those people time to succeed and the trust I once had to believe in that faith once again.

Thursday, March 02, 2006

Entry for March 02, 2006

Some days I feel as if we are here for some sort of cosmic explanation of what can and will be within the creation and understanding of the universe. But most days I believe we are just sacks of meat with options.

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

Dumb observation

Not many people seem to want to watch some half talented person butcher their favorite song in the middle of a bar at 1AM on a Friday night - yet one of the most popular shows on TV right now is nothing more the televised karaoke. Sooooo, WTF?