I just rewatched the first hour of "Steal this Movie"... oh the sweet advantages of the Blockbuster 5 day rental. No need to steal. The movie does not support it's title like the book of fame. Right.

So yea, Abbie Hoffman is a great great man. Just some quotes that should get you to see the movie...

where do you live?
I live in the woodstock nation, a brotherhood i carry around much like the Souix Indians carry around the Souix Nation.
Mr. Hoffman, please, what state is this woodstock in?
the state of mind of my peers....

woa.

Are you asking me if I had those thoughts, or if I mearly wrote that I had those thoughts, because that would be entirely different.... I dunno, I've never been on trial for my thoughts before...[smile]

woa.

I found it to be a really good movie.... A side note that I pulled out of it... That same freedom of thought that Abbie was toying with in his testimonial at the Chicago 7 Trial, as a mentality of a nation should it not be supported by the nation? In 'cleansing east asia of communism', was that not the same absurdity that Abbie spoke of? I mean, running through the world defending your view... is that not running through the world oppressing other thoughts?

A world where thought is a crime is a scary world. Fear it.

Zen and the Art....chapter 13 is a beauty. The Church of God versus the Church of Reason. The chapter must truly be experienced end to end to appreciate the analogy in its full as elements were withheld for the sake of my finger tips and my keyboard, but hopefully this is enough to wet the tongue or someone who would otherwise not read it….The removed text speaks of analytic craftsmanship in terms of defining a church, and under Phaedrus' defintion of a University, that too. It was this he called the church of reason. The excluded also elaborates on the demands of the community toward the University, like those towards the church. My goal is to wet, not copy the whole chapter.


The citizens who build such a church and pay for it probably have in mind that they’re doing thos for the community. A good sermon can put the parishioners in a right frame of mind for the coming week. Sunday school will help the children grow up right. The minister who delivers the sermon and directs the Sunday school understands these goals and normally goes along with them, but he also knows that it is his primary goal is to serve God. Normally there is not conflict but occasionally one creeps in when trustees oppose the minister’s sermons and threaten reduction of finds. That happens.
A true minister, in such situations, must act as though he’d never heard the threats. His primary goal isn’t to server the members of the community, but always God.
The primary goal of the Church of Reason, Phaedrus said, is always Socrates' old goal or truth, in its ever-changing forms, as it's revealed by the process of rationality. Everything else is subordinate to that. Normally this goal is in no conflict with the location goal of improving the citizenry, but on occasion some conflict arises, as in the case of Socrates himself. It arises when trustees and legislators who've contributed large amounts of time and money to the location take points of view in opposition to the professors' lectures or public statements. They can lean on the administration by threatening to cut off funds if the professors don't say what they want to hear. That happens too.
True churchmen in such situations must act as though they had never heard these threats. Their primary goal never is to server the community ahead of everything else. Their primary goal is to server, through reason, the goal of truth.
…
You are never dedicated to something you have complete confidence in. No one is fanatically shouting that the sun is going to rise tomorrow. They know it's going to rise. When people are fanatically dedicated to political or religious faiths or any other kinds of dogmas or goals, it's always because these dogmas or goals are in doubt.
…
It must always be remember that this was the nineteen-fifties, no the nineteen-seventies. There were rumblings from the beatniks and early hippies at this time about "the system" and the square intellectualism that supported it, but hardly anyone guessed how deeply the whole edifice would be brought into doubt. So here was Phaedrus, fanatically defending an institutio, the Church of Reason, that no one, no one certainly in Bozeman, Montana, had any reason to doubt. A pre-Reformation Loyola. A militant reassuring everyone the sun would rise tomorrow, when no one was worried. They just wondered about him.

I think I am moving away from the whole engineering physics thing into industrial design. I remember how phat the bumble ball was. I really wanna be a toy designer. That would be sooo much fun. It's all about enjoyment. That's fun. I mean, yea physics and philosophy is mad hot too. Is that fun though...is it? It's involving. It's trying. Is it fun? hmmm....

tick-tock-tick-tock. . . .

I ordered a digital camera, so all you pornstars out there better watch out, cus this thing is gonna be zoomin' in on all yo'z. And it's gonna rock out with it's cock out at ISEF. This bad boy is going to be my ticket to artistic ability. HA. On a serious note, I have wanted to get into photography for like forever, as I have always had a profound respect and appreciation for it, and photorealistic painters such as Chuck Close (rock on). My dad has an SLR camera, which I borrowed for the X-Games, and that was an unbelievable experience, but the cost of developing the film just kills my interest. Sooo expensive. I know regular is more hardcore, and I know SLR gives you more freedom with shutter speeds and blenders and replacable lens's like tele-photo's and filters and all that, but I need to get the feel for photography before I can go that distance. And with digital, you see the results imediately, so I know if what I tried worked. The camera has shutter speed adjustment and 6 modes of flash, and burst mode (which should make for phatty sequence shots...HOT), plus it has nice zoomability.

Common Rider is almost as good as Op Ivy. rock.

OK, this goes out to anyone I told that the new weezer album sucked to. It definately doesn't. I just haven't had a chance to listen to it, and I had just blown it off. It's pretty phatty actually. Yea, OK, sorry about that. So ya, Green Album = goo-goo-good.

I am bothered by the fact that nobody knew the Up Up Down Down Left Right B A deally. OK, here's a hint: Nintendo. Or maybe nobody reads this. That could be it. I should stop asking questions of 'the crowd' in an effort to not embarress myself. woops.

I am being blown away by Zen and the Art. I had to re-read a part like ten times to understand it, but once having understood it, I am definately a better person. What a good book.

Free Bouncing Souls show on Sunday. Interesting...

sometimes you gotta stop and remember
that your not gonna live forever.
be young, think smart,
stay true and just follow your heart.

I posted about this song, but I finally figured out what song it's from...
Up Up Down Down Left Right B A. Mmmm . The first person who posts the name a game that used this gets the 'hero for a day' award. (OK, so I am bummed about nobody ever posting replies, and this is a cheep gimmick, carry on and fall for it, damn it)

I'm really bummed about the whole DI dealy. Me and Eli made the most mondorific tower ever and we go to state's and nobody does us the pleasure of showing up to compete. So now the only way we're gonna beat anyone is to go to Tennessee, Knoxville, the most unimpressive city in the world to slam it hard at the Global Finals. Sounds pretty damn phat, but at like $400, plus the whole missing-a-week-of-school-for-ISEF plus this 3 day extraveganza is putting me in a squeeze. It's not really that I want to go and go for the title of world champions (which we honestly have a chance at... we kick, especially with Eli and me engineering it up)... I just want competition. Like, if we had actually beat on some team at the NJ state's, then I would be completely turned off to going, but I just wanna beat someone, anyone, know I am better. =D

What a crazy May it shall be...

For Kevin.
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Middle School.
Elementary School.
Your mom's Oldsmobile station wagon.
Your dad's carved ducks.
The nativity scene on the TV at christmas.
Free Cell in Windows 3.1.
7th Guest never did work, your dad failed.
Hide and Go Seek In the Dark.
Blocking the windwo to do so.
The musty smell of who-knows eminating from the beige dated carpet.
The deadly nails hugging the walls ready to strike the unknowing foot.
The Sega Genesis.
Might and Magic.
Bjarny, Forest Gump, tiny.
Bozork the Orc.
Lightning Bolt, Acid Spray.
World Class Track Meet.
Me Cheating.
They Might Be Giants.
Apollo 18.
The Statue Got Me High.
Spider!
Geronimo, look out below...I just fell from the Mothership.
Gin Rummy.
Mille Bornes.
Whitewings.
On the Roof.
Catapulting G.I. Joe's into the hole in the cealing in the basement with the wiffleball pitcher.
Deforming them on the treadmill at max speed.
The static that would come on the TV whenever we did.
Topaz.
Leading her into the playskool playhouse.
no pulp.
crushed ice.
christmas bob.
peg.
when i broke one of the fox's near the recliner in your living room. (I've feared your dad ever since).
The igloo's.
The tomato plant in your back yard.
Golfing.
Happygilmore style.
Crocket.
When we drove the crocket stick into the ground so far we couldn't get it out.
Getting it out.
Swing shoe flinging.
i am eddy mundt.
My Pal 2!
Rappin' Santa, Jingle Rap.
SF Rush.
Out to sea....
Quarterback Club.
QB stiffarms.
When dan magnitized your TV.
And it fixed itself.
Slick Rick.
Counting Crows.
Cracker.
Cake.
Op Ivy.
Beastwars.
Basewars.
NARC.
Dam's in the river.
Sending GI JOE's down 'em.
The Parachuters.
Sledding on Assbreak hill.
The Bert Pillow.
Ketchup on Pasta.
Cheese on Salad.
Rice Pilaf.
Not riding bikes.
Together.
Sim City.
I'm dumb this was founded.
The Exodus.
Civ 2.
Warcraft.
The Old Mill.
That one picture of you naked in the photo album.
And you hiding it.
Your mom's crossword puzzles.
Pancakes.
Lots of Pancakes.
Russian dwarfs.
Thirty of em.
Incestral Blind ones.
And feeding them to adam's friends snake.
Budman.
On things.
Running the remote control car up trees.
Power wheels.
Bringing it downstairs.
The red shed.
and the bees.
Damn the bees.
Watering down the slide.
Burying GI JOE's in the sand.
And finding them next spring.
The Ann Arbor Tree.
Neuf-Chatel.
Tenting out in the backyard.
And thinking angus died when he slept face down.
Hardcore kite flying.
Erics comics.
The magazine i found in the middle of the road.
Esacpe Velocity.
Rick Hardslab.
Spaceship Warlock.
Worms.
Uncle Jon.
His basement.
His kickass basement.
Pretzel Sticks, don't ask why, but i remember pretzel sticks.
His Pool.
Your grandparents pool.
Car magazines in the bathroom.
The panda/bucket painting in the kitchen.
And an ice cube before bed.

Makes me want to never have gone to the Academy... and just live those years over and over and over....Did I miss anything?

from g7 welcoming committee records:
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'FIRST WE TOOK QUEBEC CITY, THEN DRUMMONDVILLE' THE TRUE STORY BEHIND THE ANARCHIST INVASION OF QUEBEC CITY

It's taken us years of hard work, but finally, We, the Anarchists of the World, members of the 10 million strong GLORIOUS, INTERNATIONAL BLACK WEDGE, will see, ANARCHY IN QUEBEC CITY, thanks in no small part to the cooperation of the State, the CSIS, the RCMP and of course, the dedicated journalists at The Montreal Gazette and The Globe and Mail. who unknowingly helped us succeed in our ingenious, 5 stage SECRET MASTER PLAN FOR TOTAL WORLD SOCIAL REVOLUTION!

THE FACTS:

1 * It's official. We convinced the authorities a long time ago, to hold the Summit of the Americas in Quebec City - the city of 500,000 closet anarchists and to call this Summit: the FTAA - which really means 'FANTASTIC TIMES FOR ANARCHIST ACTIVISTS.'

2 * We arranged for a minor earthquake in Seattle, power black outs in California, and a few natural disasters, around the world, to indicate that we are not fooling around. We are serious. We can cause major disruptions and bad cable TV reception.

3 * We infiltrated global Secret Police Forces to put the fear of ANARCHY in them, to convince them that the threat of Anarchism is very real. Quote: "The RCMP are certainly worried. The presence of anarchists in Québec is one of the top reasons for the 6,000 police officers, the arsenal of plastic bullets and the 3.8 metre-high security fence, nicknamed The Wall." (The Montreal Gazette, Friday April 13th, 2001) Since this report, we have learned that an additional 1,200 Canadian soldiers and innumerable American military personnel will also be present to counter our presence. We arranged that, too.

4 * We recruited the Quebec premier, BERNARD LANDRY as one of our top secret agents and turned his party, the annoying BLOC QUEBECOIS into a front for THE ANARCHIST BLAC BLOC.

5 * We convinced them to build the formidable Wall of Shame. This wall will now help us contain, secure, imprison as you will, all the despised members of this hemisphere's ruling class to help us execute our plan: to turn Québec City into a truly INDEPENDENT, ANARCHIST COMMUNIST PARADISE - the first in the world - a place with no more bosses, no more borders, no more rulers; a self-managed, totally LIBERATED ZONE, where we will SOCIALIZE everything, feed and house everyone and use it as a staging ground to help us further our dream: GLOBAL SOCIAL REVOLUTION!

HOW WILL WE DO THIS:

It's simple. While most of our people - local, Québec City resident ANARCHIST BLACK BLOC card carrying members are securing the enormous, FREE ZONE outside the official walled off SECURITY PERIMETER, the rest of us will focus our forces to immobilize and apprehend the trapped members of the despised Ruling Class and their thousands of lackeys and armed body guards.
We know the Authorities are terrified and are trying to play down the extent of our operation and our invasion force.

Contrary to a recent Globe and Mail report that:
'Some members of the anti-capitalist convergence, the CLAC, may be bringing explosives to Quebec City' the truth is:

1. Approximately 3 million members of CLAC have already arrived outside Québec City, each heavily armed with stink bombs, exploding Cuban cigars & Barbara Streisand albums. They are camped out in camouflaged RVs in the suburbs;

2. Among them, 30,000 JAPANESE NINJA ANARCHIST WARRIORS are preparing to breach the security fence at dawn. They will clear landing pads for several hundred ANARCHIST BLACK CROSS HELICOPTERS carrying 14,000 BELGIAN ANARCHIST pie throwing specialists. Look out Mr Prime Minister!

3. This manoeuvre will provide cover for the BRAZILIAN ANARCHIST AIR FORCE CROP DUSTING JETS, primed to drop 5 tons of ECSTACY - disguised as snow - over the target area;

4. While the ECSTACY falls, 10 thousand three-headed ANARCHIST ALIENS FROM MARS - disguised as visiting space donut entrepreneurs - will sneak past security checkpoints and proceed to vaporize all SUMMIT MEETING PLACES, including all local MacDonald's, Burger King and Harvey's outlets;

5. At this exact moment, 25,000 SCREAMING AMERICAN ANARCHIST KINDERGARTEN KIDS will spontaneously pop out of Québec City manholes armed with VICIOUS PICKACHOO WARRIORS & swarm any undrugged, SUMMIT SECURITY FORCES & drag them back into the sewers;

6. Already, the entire OFFICIAL SUMMIT TRANSLATION CORPS has been infiltrated by ITALIAN ANARCHIST SURREALIST TRANSLATORS preparing to INSULT every SUMMIT DELEGATE;

7. If any delegates survive this, they won't survive the food, since the OFFICIAL CATERING STAFF has been infiltrated by ANARCHIST FOOD NOT BOMBS CHEFS who plan to lace every dish with laxatives & sprinkle itching powder on ALL THE TOILET PAPER;

8. All the moaning and groaning members of the despised Ruling Class will then be hog tied together with a huge ANARCHIST BLACK BUNGEE CORD and suspended & bounced from the peak of the Chateau Frontenac and forced to listen to the songs of long time, bona-fide, anarchist cheerleader mom, Celine Dion;

9. At some point, a giant INFLATED TROJAN CONDOM, will appear over the City and parachute a 300,000 strong, trained ANTI-TERRORIST ANARCHIST PEACE KEEPING FORCE to secure the ground and prevent any dangerous & violent BLUE BLOCK CIA, FBI AND RCMP agents from interfering with the FESTIVE, ANARCHIST CARNIVAL AGAINST CAPITALISM.

10. Further support will be provided by the RUSSIAN ANARCHIST BLACK SUBMARINE FLEET patrolling the St Lawrence River with ANARCHIST GOOD HUMOUR LAUGHING GAS MISSILES.

11. If the ANARCHISTS encounter any remaining resistance, ANARCHIST STARFLEET COMMAND will be positioned over Quebec with a giant ANTI VIAGRA STUN RAY.

A Hollywood version of 'The Anarchist Take Over of Québec City' starring Ben Afflek and Julia Roberts as two, love-struck members of the Black Bloc, is already being filmed on the spot. The story will also appear as a new Harry Potter novel. Anarcho Christians have promised to re-write it into their newest version of the Bible. And finally, a long awaited video game of the impending, epic, Anarchist victory will be out shortly.

* - Norman Nawrocki, official anarchist story teller,
Montréal, April 18, 2001
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gotta love rebels with a sense of humor =D

jesuschristsuperstore.net - Putting the fun back into fundamnetalism and laughter into sectarian slaughter.

Jesus Christ - "the father, the son, and the bad motherf..."
Includes Ninja-Messiah throwing nails
Death Killer-Cross pump action over-under shotgun

Almighty God - "His is the kingdom, the power and the glory"
includes Kingdom-Come Kalashnikov AK-47 assault rifle
wearing Hallowed cloak of invulnerability

They have other religions, too!

Allah - "He who may not be shown"

Buddha - "One who has achieved perfection"
includes Fighting Staff of Meditation
Magnum66 automatic Nirvana pistol
Invincible Holy Orange Cape of Enlightenment

what has this world come to...

Does anyone know how a cancel an SAT score, and make it dissapear into oblivion? Now, before we go anywhere, this interest is indifferent of my score. I got my SAT letter today. I opened it. I put it face down on the kitchen table and then walked away and began to think. Whatever was on that sheet wasn't me. It was a result from a test that tried to quantify me. I don't mean to sound condescending, but I have this steady belief that I am an individual, a winner amoung loser, even at the academy. People might want to think that they're better than me, but they aren't. Because I am going to change the world. I don't think so, I know so. And this is something that I think every college should know, and they should grant me a right to not take the SATs. Because as far as the SATs show, there are people that are better than me... that's not true. There is nobody in my playing field, i can't be compared to. I am THAT different, that special.

So do I believe that I deserve a 1600? NO. What then? I wish that I had never taken the SATs. But MIT requires it, and the SAT II's. That's where the magic 400 comes in. Right now I have an incredible urge to retake the SATs and just score a 400. No, not a 1400. That was what I was aiming for at first when I stepped away and was thinking. But I realized that's not what I want, and that noscore can make me happy. And getting a 400 is to deny the fascists who run the testing service the opportunity to classify me. That's what really kills me, that they can classify me. I don't fall in any category.

Eli was over tonight. He was telling me how he was working on a college essay 'what is the biggest challenge you face?' Being me. It's so hard to be me. Knowing that you're going to change the world. Not being a sheep.

i am not a number. Don't ever try to quantify me.

from CNN:
The Justice Department released its plan for the viewing on Thursday, shortly after the memorial service. More than 250 people will be allowed to see McVeigh's execution at the training facility of the Federal Transfer Center in Oklahoma City.

The Justice Department also said that it had chosen by lottery the 10 people from Oklahoma City who will travel to Terre Haute, Indiana, to witness the execution in person. Officials said they were in the process of notifying those 10.
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What the hell is this world coming to? What kind of sick fucks want to see an execution, and worse yet, what kind of fucked up government establishes a lottery to allow 10 'lucky' individuals to view it in person. Damn it, what a fucked up country.

Basically, these people wish they could kill him themselves, but they're getting the government to do it, so it's legal. It's a fucking life, asshole. What gives you.....arg..I don't wanna go there. This makes me sooo angry. Everything about it. I almost want to go to Indiana and protest the public viewing.... Clip the video cable feed. Trip the power cords to the prison. Something...damn this is sooo fucked up. May 16th it is. Odd how i was listening to lagwagon - may 16th only this morning.

my hero.
He's a professor of philosophy at MIT, and LOOK AT HIS PICTURE! DAMN!

that's what philosophy is all about...being out there. It's all about thinking it out. Wether identity, essence, paradox, metaphor, existance, or quantum mechanics. werd. That's what I'm all about. I think I might try to go to MIT, major in physics, minor in philosophy. Can I do a double major? I'm definately going to end up being a philosopher university type when i grow up. professor and that, too. Right now I'm thinking fuck sweden, it can't give me this. It's just soo exacly what I want. damn. MIT's philosophy department really took me by suprise as being totally awesome.

So I just got back from Princeton, a hem. Princeton was crazy, but way to secluded and not enough diversity. It was 5000 preppy ass rich kids stuck in central NJ on a campus without a single building erected without ivy on it. I'll admit, it was insanely nice, but not for me. Boston just seems real hot. Don't worry, Berkeley is still on my list.

So now it's MIT, eh? I just can't hold out until graduate study. I wanna be a lifer, just become a prefessor of philosophy and have a respected opinion and hold lectures and the likes. And form new ideas. Like my Jesus theory. =D

I have returned from my spontaneous urge fulfillment session. Around 9, my parents were gone and I felt like getting out and about and exercising some of my photographic artistic (in)ability. I think about this a lot of the time, but tonight was different. Tonight I ran downstairs, found my dad's camera, snapped on the 50mm lens, loaded the film, snapped on the flash, ran out the door, leaving an empty home behind me.

...then i realized it was going to be a very quiet night. So I ran back inside and brought Propogandhi out with me. I set out into the night. the first critical dicision... up or down the street? up it was. I took a picture of a streetlight. Why not? one down, twenty-three to go. I felt like a rebel without a cause. And so I continued. I went through the path that connects my cul-de-sac to woodcliff ave. I took a picture of a telephone pole against a purple sky. I walked along. I played around with all kinds of ish. Sometimes the flash would go off, sometimes it wouldn't. A learning experience. I'll try to get the pictures developed soon to see the results.

And so I returned at 11 to a house just like I had left it. Or so I thought. My parents had returned. When I had left I had considered leaving a note, but didn't. The photography equipment scattered on the sofa should be note enought, I thought. But somewhere deep down inside I was hoping that upon my return I would find a pacing mother. It's one of those things that lets you know they love you. I know my parents love me, but I was still disheartened by the lack of interest in my unknown location. They were sleeping, or at least in bed, and the night transformed into any regular late night arrival where I knock on their door and announce my homecoming. But then they know I've been gone, and they know where I've been. Tonight they knew nothing, yet trusted me enough to go to sleep.

Some will say I should be happy that my parents are so loose about these things. It's a scenario where you always want what you don't have. When they're overprotective and caring, there is nothing you want more than freedom. But tonight i wanted to be greated by a worried overprotective parent who would be calmed by my entrance. Having come home without that makes it seem like I might as well have been hit by a car. I know my parents love me, it's just that bestowing that calm through presence is one of those things that lets you know they love you. And it's not even that I need reassurance, nor is it a question of my refusing to grow up. Or maybe that's exactly what it is. I want love and liberty, but perhaps it's a trade off. [sigh]... Whatever, it would have been nice.

and c'mon people, at least give me the illusion of having friends. post responses. I haven't had one in an incredibly long time.

andre torrez is a great great man. He should publish his ramblings in a book of short stories. They're just so fucking good. I would buy it in a second.

The latest entry, "Nancy Reagan Was A Pill Popper" is an excellent example of his philosophical ability. "I Am a Dork" is amazing. "Why Porn Is (Sorta) Good For Kids" is equally hilarious.

check the archive for the full list of story stash.

definately required reading. All of them. Read 'em.

"Always be a first-rate version of yourself, instead of a second-rate version of somebody else."
- Judy Garland

"He who trims himself to suit everyone will soon whittle himself away."
- Raymond Hull

just be =D

this reads like an old adam sandler - chimpanzee convorsation. I do NOT know where this person got my screename. It was fun.

MistaRogerz2001: wuz up shweaty sac
MistaRogerz2001: skateboard
nuttyswede: no thanks, i've allready got one
MistaRogerz2001: hey i have not seen you in a long time how are ya fuck
MistaRogerz2001: you dont skate do ya?
MistaRogerz2001: im sponserd
MistaRogerz2001: gay?
nuttyswede: no thanks, got one of them too
nuttyswede: i had 2 but i sold one on ebay
MistaRogerz2001: jelly on my dick shittin bricks
MistaRogerz2001: whos bam?
nuttyswede: i dunno
MistaRogerz2001: whos jim grecko
nuttyswede: www.yellowpages.com
MistaRogerz2001: you dont skate
MistaRogerz2001: fuck you
MistaRogerz2001: n e one would know them
MistaRogerz2001: u only know tony hawk poser shit ass fuck dick
nuttyswede: is he that guy with that game?
MistaRogerz2001: lick my ass crack
MistaRogerz2001: book
MistaRogerz2001: hat
MistaRogerz2001: this is me gay
nuttyswede: that would explain the demands for ass crack licking
nuttyswede: hey, do what you gotta do
MistaRogerz2001: this is your mom bitch ass fuckin old dildo cock wanger gewhost
MistaRogerz2001: hey
MistaRogerz2001: do my mom
nuttyswede: my mom's dead, asshole
MistaRogerz2001: so
MistaRogerz2001: i love he
MistaRogerz2001: her
MistaRogerz2001: YOUR MOMS DEAD HA HA HA HA HA
MistaRogerz2001: sorry
MistaRogerz2001: your dad then
nuttyswede: dead tired of seeing people like you grow up to rule the world, that's why she raised me
nuttyswede: fuck nut
MistaRogerz2001: i fucked her
nuttyswede: now i know why bush got elected
MistaRogerz2001: know i know your gay
MistaRogerz2001: your a fuckin dweeb
nuttyswede: "The problem with somebody giving you shit about being gay, it's not that they're wrong about you, it's that they're giving you shit."
~ Eddie, SLC Punk
MistaRogerz2001: talkin about politics and shit take that shit and fuckin suck bushy dicks
MistaRogerz2001: call your ass
nuttyswede: it makes me sad, but your existance makes so many things worth it
nuttyswede: knowing that there are dumb shits out there
nuttyswede: but then again, maybe you make it pointless
nuttyswede: since you exemplify the ignorance that is the norm
MistaRogerz2001: your so fuckin stupid 1+2=YOUR GAY ASS MOM
nuttyswede: =)
nuttyswede: what grade are you in anyway?
MistaRogerz2001: UH ( ) )==========[)-----------
MistaRogerz2001: SECOND
MistaRogerz2001: PLUS 30
MistaRogerz2001: MINUS YOUR ASS
nuttyswede: please just keep talking
nuttyswede: i could sit here all night long
nuttyswede: you put a smile on my face, make me realize what a success i really am
MistaRogerz2001: WELL YOUR GAY I DONT HAVE THE TIME I HAVE A LIVE SEE YA
nuttyswede: darn
MistaRogerz2001: P.S TELL YOUR MOM SHE OWES ME A BLOW JOB
nuttyswede: you would have made a good case study
nuttyswede: okie
MistaRogerz2001: FUCK
nuttyswede: who should i tell her called?
MistaRogerz2001: FUCK
MistaRogerz2001: BALLS
MistaRogerz2001: BALLS
MistaRogerz2001: BALLS
nuttyswede: which is.. fuck or balls?
MistaRogerz2001: BALLS
nuttyswede: balls i guess
MistaRogerz2001: JOE
nuttyswede: ok.. got it. MOM: you owe BALLS a blowjob. is that a good enough note?
MistaRogerz2001: JOE MOMMA
nuttyswede: there's another smile, keep em coming
nuttyswede: i would love to be you
MistaRogerz2001: YO DEZ 2 HAIRY BULLS WERE LOOKING 4 U
MistaRogerz2001: DEZ NUTS
nuttyswede: and know that i didn't have any obligations to society, that i could just be a failure and live that life
nuttyswede: and not feel the pressure of changing the world
MistaRogerz2001: YOUR A FUCKIN LOSER
nuttyswede: i envy you
nuttyswede: perhaps
MistaRogerz2001: SEE YOU AROUND
nuttyswede: in fact, perhaps i am. I will never know happiness becuase i am too aware of the world around me to bask in such joy
nuttyswede: alas, farewell
nuttyswede: honestly, i would love to meat you
MistaRogerz2001: YOUR A INTERRESTING PERSON
MistaRogerz2001: VERY
nuttyswede: thanks
nuttyswede: you too
MistaRogerz2001: thanks
MistaRogerz2001: you seem to have a head on your shoulders
MistaRogerz2001: thats good
MistaRogerz2001: a/s/l
nuttyswede: 18/f/nj
MistaRogerz2001: 17/m/very far from there
MistaRogerz2001: YOUR A GIRL?
nuttyswede: what's the matter with that? Your mom doesn't let you talk to girls? gender does not impede one's ability to talk shit
MistaRogerz2001: dude your a guyish
MistaRogerz2001: man
nuttyswede: you've got the sound of a 12 year old...man
MistaRogerz2001: you sound like a fuckin treki
MistaRogerz2001: if your a girl im bi
nuttyswede: ok, im done toying with you're fragile mind
nuttyswede: i need to get to sleep
MistaRogerz2001: dude your cool
nuttyswede: you're not
nuttyswede: c ya

this is what's wrong with the world. MistaRogerz2001 embodies it all. makes me want to cry myself to sleep. damn.

the evolution of george w bush. It's funny. laugh.

I've downloaded a lot of music this weekend.. craig's brother, empire state games, game over, refused to name a few new bands. I added some Millencolin, NOFX, Me First and the Gimme Gimme's, Cooter, Alkeline Trio, Get Up Kids, Rx Bandits.

there is little NOFX that eludes me now...muahahaha...

hot shit.

Why I hate Jay.

xxxxxxxxxx: happy good friday
nuttyswede: happy?
xxxxxxxxxx: hey
nuttyswede: in swedish it's called 'long friday' because it is dealth with as the longest day of the year...a complete day of mourning. the way my parents were raised, the radio stations turned off and TV was nothing. Good friday was the longest and most boring day EVER in an effort to get you to mourn
nuttyswede: that's what happens when the church controls the state
xxxxxxxxxx: thats good
nuttyswede: you call that good?
nuttyswede: thats fascism
xxxxxxxxxx: dude chill
xxxxxxxxxx: its organized religion
nuttyswede: that isn't
nuttyswede: that's fascism
xxxxxxxxxx: people choose to believe it
xxxxxxxxxx: asshole
nuttyswede: ok, asshole
nuttyswede: did you read what i said?
nuttyswede: i quote "that's what happens when the church controls the state"
xxxxxxxxxx: how catholic a state is sweden?
xxxxxxxxxx: 100%?
nuttyswede: haha, catholic, funny
nuttyswede: protestant
xxxxxxxxxx: sorry
nuttyswede: 98
xxxxxxxxxx: yeah
xxxxxxxxxx: so there!
xxxxxxxxxx: the other 2% are the vast minority, and thus have no opinion
nuttyswede: actually its more like 95 now a days
nuttyswede: but ya
xxxxxxxxxx: well still

Damn it jay. Jesus would NOT have been you're friend. Back in the day he WAS THE 2%. He was crucified because of this. You are SUCH A FUCKING HYPOCRITICAL BASTARD PRODUCT OF THE SYSTEM ASSHOLE WORTHLESS PEICE OF SHIT.

go get a fucking clue.

Whenever I get as enraged as I am now after reading the emails I have recieved, I just read this, out of the decline by nofx.

and so we go
on with our lives
we know the truth
but prefer lies
lies are simple
simple is bliss
why go against tradition when we can
admit defeat
live in decline
be the victim of our own design
with status quo
built on suspect
why would anyone stick out their neck

and it reminds me why I take the time. the decline isn't a song, it's a reminder of why. why I choose to live.

I'm too mad right now to mention the content of the emails. some other time. Some people really really piss me off. To top it off I have to stay home and wait for the fine lady from the Princeton University Plasma Physics Department to call me back about a science fair dealey there on the 18th. joyous night. I rented Boiler Room, which I've never seen all of. Will be interesting.

I just watched more TV than I usually do in a whole month... 3 and a half hours, over the normal 2 for 30 minutes of simpsons a week x 4 weeks. It was PBSs fault. There was an amazing, simply startling performance of Jesus Christ Superstar. It's the kind of performance that makes you want to run right out the door and be a worker for the people. It was really really good. like woa, i'm still digesting it.

I have a lot of jesus theory, or rather opinions of christianity. I think I'll need to read the Bible (something that's also on my reading list) before I can claim any validity, but here comes some of it. It may all be completely wrong, but hey, its a thought (or twenty.)

So ya, I have gone super suspcious of the Catholic Church as distorting everything relating to Jesus. After seeing that performance I have a feeling that Jesus did not claim any relation to god. It seems like that was the creation of his appraisers, in the format of 'at that greatness, he must be the son of god'. Jesus was an amazing individual, so pure and virtuous that nobody could imagine that a man would have such a task in life. Consequently, everyone around him declared him the son of god. That was what he was denounced for. In the performance, he responds to the acusations of being the king of the jews with 'so you say'. woa.

Jesus was just an amazing man. Almost inhuman in his ideal lifestyle. OK, call me erik, but I wish I could be jesus. Run away and enter the slums of Berlin in a virtuous role of wisdom. It seems to be that christianity is the creation of all the men after him in their corrupt lifestyles. They act for they're own benefit. Down the line it seems all so pay-me-because-i'm-telling-you-about-a-great-man-named-jesus. Jesus would never have asked for money for his wisdom. Catholocism and the Catholic Church are the manifestation of the oportunistic actions of the people around jesus. And so you say, but jesus wanted his word spread, he said so. I disagree. People missioned around telling people that Jesus wanted his word spread and that they were his messanger. They were doing it for their own benefit. The entire concept of church is a profiteering authority.

I almost question wether Jesus believed in god. I'd like to think he was simply an amazingly virtuous man. The tales of him are the horrible manifestations of his profiteering followers. But he was serving someone.... society. Society is god. Sees all. By definition, nothing happens without society being involved. It may have been society he preached too. This preaching may have later been adapted to a religion, with god in charge.

The amazing thing about jesus was that he let people keep their opinions. He didn't seem to denounce anyone. He let them call him his king. I doubt he ever called himself king.

---

Or maybe I'm just soo wrong. The whole lack of religion does affect the situation a little. I have nothing to base any of this on. This is a messiah that I wish I had. The example I wish to follow. Wether or not this was jesus is a unique question. I would like to say it was, and confirm my belief in the corruption of the church. The problem is of course that they hold all the cards. Nobody knows. They can have lied all the way down the line. This is somehow my extrapolation of that which has slipped through into a man and how his virtue would be stolen and his power over people abused by those seeking a governing force.

ok, time to perpetuate the system and complete my resume.

you are your parents
mutated.

They are your yoghurt
You are the fruit on the bottom.
Life is the swirling.

Shaking accieves homogony.
who wants that, speaks the trevor
A swiss style was his gift.

---
work in progress, perhaps

i
confuse

myself.

what of this?
- bullshit.

It tears me apart,
a thorn on my rose.

why can't i just flower?
must i cower?

what do i think?
a lot.

for me? for you?
for the good of who?

let the propogated live
let them breath their air; be his heir.
it's all so

Amazing how they draw thier will...

but happiness is real and they laugh and play
ignorance is bliss

yet i can't end this way--

I do and try... try try try
why?

try to set the world straight to a truth
hear ME.

LISTEN. stop.

with me.

posts go in waves, 2 in a day, woa.

So ya, I updated some of the linkage on the sidebar. I found some good sites to get show info from (check punk stuff). I also added the 'good stuff' section. I don't think I'm going to move the links to the menu at the top after all, we'll see. I need to make some static content so people can understand who i am. A profile if you will. And a list of bands and their websites. I need to sit down and get a link for every band I can and put up a short blurb. For example: 'common rider - Ex-Op Ivy Jesse's newest, props to Josh for the exposure.' Josh is a good kid. OK, maybe that's a bad format. writing 'props to XXXX for the expose' every time i should make it a table with their name (a link to their website) and a short blurb about their style/type and a props column. It will be done. Oconner gets props for dropkick murphys...hehe

I haven't written in a while, and it's because I've goten out of my low-sleep routine, for better or for worse. It's probobly very related to the whole lacrosse thing. Being tired sucks. So ya, now that I need my sleep, I haven't spent the time to write.

Sundays are such poor excuses' for days. I use them to catch up to the world. Perhaps that is there purpose. My mom was telling me that when I was young we would have dinners in the dinning room on sundays (as opposed to the table in the kitchen, we have a sit down dinner every day... we're cultured like that). I find that awkward as I rarely wear anything besides sweatpants and a t-shirt or maybe a hoodie on sundays. I woke up today to lunch. Saturday and Sunday lunches are family events when they can be.

I talked to thomas, my birthday buddy from sweden (we share the same b-day), and he seemed overly exuberant to the idea of traveling through sweden and europe. I returned him a mail with details. I realized that in the time that I've been away from this all my concept of summer activity has changed so much I really don't want to describe it. Basically I've gotten away from the alone concept because of practical reasons. Thomas is a stand-up kick ass kid. I've carried him home drunk from the worst of places, and he's slapped me straight at the worst of times. We work well together. During the summers I'm with him more than I'm with my own parents, so I'm confident that we can work together over a long period of time. We also talk about a lot of stuff. He has deep opinions, though he's sometimes shy about them. Good kid. During the winter we sometimes just sat and talked. Ussually we do this over tony hawk, but i recall that we were just talking. He's a good kid like that. He's also a reading type, so I don't think it will be difficult for me to read, with the hope that he'll want to read to. All in all we've shared some kick ass times, and since I'll be coming to sweden soon, It'll be cool to get to know him better. After all, my southern sweden university presence will be unresistable to the stockholmer that he is. Surely my sthlm-peepz will come and crash for some kick ass times. But I'll be a college boy, werd. Weird. We share the same birthday, yet he'll be a year behind. Ack. Perhaps a year off wouldn't be a bad idea.

So ya, here I am wasting away my sunday. I think I consider too many things to be wasting, because this is actually a pretty productive activity. It makes me feel good about myself, or something.

I was at magenheims last night with oconner, erik, shivam, fiona and mags himself. All great kids. We saw 'fast times at ridgemont high', amusing movie. Shivams car is so fucking amazing. We were doing 80 and it felt like 20 on 287 when we were renting the movie. Magenheim has a truely awesome pad. haha. It even had cold pizza and TWIX. Answer me this, who has twix?! That's right, nobody. They are soo amazing. And a ga-billion different types of soda. And pretzel nuggets. And soo many movies. He had 2 different 'fifel goes west', and 'what about bob' in FRENCH. geez, everything. Great man.

Eric's car kept urinating all over the place, faulty hose. When we were leaving the movie rental place I picked up some free 'apartment guides' that i promptly threw at his car from shivams car at a stop light. haha.

I should finish up my resume so I can get it to mrs pichinich soon. It was due on thursday. damn.

Haha, what a funny week. Thursday night I decided to go to bed and cut the HSPA's on friday morning in favor of doing my chem lab. I get the lab done and head in at around 10.30, and the kids don't get done until 12. Mr. P(anicucci) catches me in the office and asks me to do some work. Then margeret joined in on the fun. We filled papers into all the teachers mailbox's. [good grief]. She's a good kid.

I'm pretty upset because an mp3 server I uploaded like 7 albums to get an account on has like shut down. It was really good, and I was gonna go download some ish. I've been listening to a lot of ska-punk lately.. [bathroom brake] By ska-punk i mean rx bandits, blue meanies, catch 22, less than jake. I need to find more music of that type. Good type to be of. I've also found propagandhi to be really good.Mate Ka Moris Ukun Rasik An is such a good song. Check out the lyrics. It really makes me want to get involved in the east timor case. Geez, that's so horrible. My hats off to Bella Gahlos.

'around the same time that i was riding with no hands, busting windows and getting busy behind the sportsplex (with Labonte's older sister decked out in her Speedos), Bella was flinching from the sting of a Depo Proveran "family planning", her own Pearl Harbour and a holocaust spanning 25 years to the rest of her life. A prison my country underwrote in paradise.'

All around it's a damn good CD, though they could have ended it a few tracks early.... woa. This was my opinion a few days ago I know that, but when I went now to check which songs it was that I didn't like, I found them all to be pretty damn good. All except maybe 'bullshit politicians'. I know at first I thought it all to hardcore and crappy. I must've been listening to a bit too much emo. So ya, ska-punk and propagandhi.

I think there's something wrong with the blogvoices code that runs the 'talkback' stuff on this page, or nobody likes me. heh. If you read this, please post a response, if not only to let me know that it's working.

http://www.technicalvirgin.com is a funny ass site.

Phaedrus. Interesting. Very. Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance is a very good book. ZMM from now on.