Monthly Archives: February 2005

More Tributes to the late, great HST

From Salon.com:
Thompson knew were he stood. In 2003’s Kingdom of Fear, he wrote

We have become a Nazi monster in the eyes of the whole world — a nation of bullies and bastards who would rather kill than live peacefully. We are not just Whores for power and oil, but killer whores with hate and fear in our hearts. We are human scum, and that is how history will judge us . . . . No redeeming social value. Just whores. Get out of our way, or we’ll kill you.

New articles:

SBEMAIL Rock Opera

The new Strongbad e-mail, Rock Opera, is not quite on par with Trogdor. There’s no burninating, but it’s still pretty sweet! Check it out.

Say it Ain’t So

Today is a sad, sad day. Dr. Gonzo, Mr. Hunter S. Thompson, committed suicide yesterday.

  • Weird Factoid #1: Hunter S. Thompson was born in Louisville, Kentucky. Same as me.
  • Rolling Stone Article

Maybe there’s more to come…

Cool USB Drives

I found some pretty neat USB drives in Jane magazine (pretty crazy, huh). Check these puppies out:

New Media

I managed to acquire several new pieces of media today. Part one is three new DVDs, of movies I’ve seen and really dug. I got them previously-viewed at Hollywood Video. They are, in no particular order:

  • Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
  • Saved!
  • Garden State

These are all really great flicks that I really enjoyed when I saw or rented them previously.

I also got some more music from iTunes today. Two new artists I got for various reasons:

  • Wilco
  • The Mars Volta

I am currently listening to some Wilco. Pretty good, so far. However, this is my first listen. I’ll need some time to figure out where I stand with these bands. The Mars Volta is going to be at Bonnaroo, where I will be jamming. I’ve also had them recommended to me in the past. I am anxious to see how they sound.

Dagny Taggart & John Galt

Dagny was infatuated. She could not get the thoughts of John Galt out of her head.
She had the patience to wait it out. Suffering. Separation. Longing.
All for the final moment when the truth was realized.
Spiral out? Keep going?

Boulevard of Broken Dreams

I couldn’t resist. I bought American Idiot, Green Day’s latest release, from iTunes last night. “Boulevard of Broken Dreams” seduced me. It’s pretty sweet. Of course, right now I am in repeat-o mode. So I’ll have a better assessment at a later date.

I don’t listen to the radio, like, ever, except maybe on iTunes, but that’s sexy downtempo. So I guess I haven’t gotten burnt out on the song. I apologize to those who are.

I dig these lyrics. So me. Is that sad?

I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don’t know where it goes
But it’s home to me and I walk alone

Who is John Galt?

I just finished reading Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand. It’s the first book of hers I read. I’m now at the end of a 1000+ page journey, and I’m left with much to consider. It was a really amazing book. To be so long yet so interesting throughout– it’s amazing. Right now, I can’t even begin to dissect all that I feel about the book. I’m rather in awe, I guess.

I was aware from the start of the book of Rand’s voice in the book. I could feel her manipulating me into seeing her way, viewing her philosophical point as the only one that made sense. While I may not sign my life away as an Objectivist (Rand’s philosophy), I can respect her overwhelming talent and intellect. I bring this up only to really say that one could really get wrapped up in Rand’s beliefs while reading this book– if you aren’t aware of the author’s voice and intent. Still, even as I was aware of it, I would fight this awareness and want to succumb to what seemed the logical answer– the one Rand was so expertly driving me towards.

Hopefully, I’ll have more to say on this later. Needless to say, I have found another person who I believe to be a source of inspiration and respect. For that, I am most grateful.

Free Time… Now what?

So, here I am. I have a weekend, an actual weekend when I am not sick and do not have to work at a second job. I have an urge to do something other than read, clean, grocery shop, do laundry– all the things I have in mind to do. I want to do something fun, like go get lunch with someone or go to a park with someone. I guess i want to do something that doesn’t involve being alone. In that, I guess I am kind of stuck. Oh well, I guess I shouldn’t complain. I have all the free time that I wanted and needed before… I suppose I should be more satisfied. If you can’t change the way things are, the only thing you can do is change your perspective. So that’s what I’m gonna do. Or at least attempt to do. Change of perspective, here I come.

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Holy crap. No, wait, holy Gmail. I have 50 invites. Anyone need a Gmail account?