Political Stump Speech

"I personally believe that, U.S. Americans are unable to do so, because some… people out there in our nation that don’t have maps, and I believe that our education, like such, as in South Africa and Iraq, everywhere like such as, and I believe that they should… our education over here in the U.S., should help the U.S., er, should help South Africa and should help the Iraq and the Asian countries so we will be able to build up our future.., for our…"

This sounds better than some politician's stump speeches that I've heard.

Updates? We don't need no stinkin' updates...

Right. So I updated my blog thrice in the span of an hour after months of inactivity. I'll really start posting again. I promise. Maybe.

Either way, I've been really busy in the interim. Here's a brief overview of my life since last year:

-awesome junior year with kinavey and sloan. and triebwasser. and everyone in choir. I met the seniors more and became sort of part of the group, almost. I half met a lot of cool people.
-Seniors graduated. Shit.
-Broke up with Alyssa Lee. Our relationship was dying. So it goes.
-Started a relationship with my friend's guitar while he was in China. Now I can play passably, but only after 11:00 pm. Probably has something to do with my habits of sharing information at that same late hour. Maybe.
-Met Jeni, Marta, and Nicole. Realized we were the cool seniors. Justin is back at cal high, so everything is fine.
-Talked to Mia again. It's been too long. She still owes me two hugs.
-Went Meteor Shower -gazing. An orgy with clothes. Read jenny's blog for more info. Fun. Too few pictures.
-Berkeley. My god. Heaven. I grok it in fullness. Had lunch with Jenny, then met Shomik, Scott, Anna, and a million other people for dinner. Didn't see Fight Club (again!). Walked through Oakland to the BART station. Resolved to see Jenny more often, and others too.
-I just emailed some people I've known for a short time, but a long time ago. They were awesome. Also, who is "Anna from Newspaper"? I need to find her. She seems awesome.
-Back to school. Classes are a bit shit. No AP's, so I'm teaching myself calculus and japanese.

This summer (2008) I'll go to Japan and HK, and see some friends. I've never been to either place, and I hope I can raise enough money to go. Also, Chamber Singers. Oh mans, it's fun.

Also, congrats Anna for making choir (Berkeley). Have fun!

Emotional Connections

I've often described relationships between people as "emotional connections." You might think that this is a very cold term. I agree. But this is what they are, and that term is the most all-encompassing phrase that I can use to describe them.

"Emotional Relationships" refers to any relationship an individual (or unit) has with a piece of information, whether it be another individual (or rather, the first person's sense of who the other person is), a physical object, or an idea, where the individual values that other piece of information. In short, Emotional Relationships describe all connection we have with the world.

I have hypothesized that emotional relationships have three basic roots: Geographic, Chemical, and Memeographic. A geographic relationship is simple: If an individual has constant physical contact with something, they become attached to it (either positively or negatively). This applies to people and places directly.

Chemical relationships occur inside the individual's body. This includes endorphins and the like.

Memeographic relationships come from constant contact with a single, distinct set of information. (In the abstract, it could be postulated that our senses are simply information, rendering the other two groups redundant.) Memes are things like mannerisms, cultural teachings, stereotypes, cliches, and such. These sometimes combine with the other two to form complex relationships, such as love (memeographic, chemical, and geographic) and culture (memeographic and geographic).

As I can't type anymore, I shall go to bed. Feel free to call me with any ideas or corrections. Anytime when I'm not in class, I'll answer.

Information

I recently discovered that I want to go to Berkeley for college. As I have atrocious grades, the chance of my admittance there is nil. I'll go there when I'm a junior, though.

What I wanted to talk about tonight is Information. I cannot stress how important this is to me. Some value manners, some courage, and some faith. I value information. Raw, free flowing information, reaching from the deepest depths of the mind into the vast reaches of space. Information that is exchanged effortlessly between people and the world. Information that is not subject to societal attitudes or prejudices. Information that can links people together into emotional relationships. In a word, Nirvana.

When one is all knowing and connected, yet independent. That is my idea of Heaven. This is what I strive for. This is what shapes how I look at the world and interact with others. I desire information. I desire to share my information. I want one-ness and grokking.

"This is my letter to the world"

Good day everyone. I've found out why I never post on this blog. I don't communicate during the day. I never have. Since I was sentient, I've always kept my mouth shut, using only perfunctory communication to stay alive. It is at night that I used to read. Thus, it is at night that I write.

Mostly I would rant to people on AIM. If you are someone I've done this to, I apologize. It is the only means of communication that I truly enjoy. At night, it seems, my inhibitions are lowered. In this way, my lack of sleep is much like alcohol.

I presume I will continue to post in this manner, so that I may share a bit of myself, and the information with which I am constituted, with all of you. I have read your blogs, I know about you. I'd like to grok you. I'd like to have emotional connections with you. Yet, this is a two way process. We cannot grok unless you grok me. Here I am.

I guess the next logical step is for you to read, and me to post. I shall do this in short order. If you really want to know me, more than just my smile or comments, I would suggest calling me. Imagine that you are Holden Caulfield, and it's 2 AM on some cold, New York night. Late august. You desperately want to talk with someone, connect with someone. You aren't depressed, just alone.

I'd also suggest that you call either at night, when I'm in the city/Berkeley (somewhere where I can think), or when I have consumed alcohol. As I don't particularly like the taste of beer, and wine is expensive, I think your best bet would be at night. (925) 577-3990.