Top 5 strangest days of my young life

Yeah, you read the subject line. I'm not lying. Today has been going on forever, about 23 waking hours now. And what a twisted, hallarious, tragic day it's been.

A few highlights:
1) in the middle of chanting hebrew while burrying my grandma at the funeral, my kindergarden cousin tugs on my sleeve and asks me : " is that spanish?!!!" I laughed out loud, nobody heard her say anything except me, so then im the weirdo cackleing at her grandmothers grave. But oh no, that didn't seem strange at all relitive to the entire day, just a funny ancedote...
2)Eulogy deliveries. Classic. Everyone who gave one delivered them precisley in tuune with their character, which is so abnormal, which made the service great because everyone was just themselves. My brothers euology was delivered like a sienfeld sitcom and the audience was heaving with laughter, mine was completly unplanned andimproved when i got to the podium, my uncle's was a list of reasons why he'll miss his mother more than anyone else, one aunts was so bitter i could taste it, the other aunt delivered it in a raspy, jazzy voice and wrote it like a radio biography ( which makes sence because shes in radio, kindof), my mom's was efficient and sweet, and my dads tied them all together and was the real honest one which make you laugh,cry and reach a new profound understanding of my grandmas character.
3)my lil cousin went ballistic at the funeral because she didn't understand death until today, and then she still didn't fully get it, and seing her cry and scream was the saddest thing, ever, ever.
4)sat between 2 large men who woludn't let me get out of the middle airplane seat to pee all flight today

5)most importantly, spending time with fam leads to some interesting discussions and a found out some interesting things....
LIKE A SUPER-STAR NBA PLAYER ( i will leave unnamed ) IS ( 90% sure) THE FATHER OF MY LIL COUSIN!
That expalins so much. Like why she's so tall for a 5 year old. The story is unreal.

yeah, all things considered im getting up and doing all of it again tomorrow so i just gotta ridethe wave. and ill end with that.

bad class aftertaste

Today, my substitute teacher suggested that feminism is a form of colonialism. I know. He said this at 11 am and i am still trying to unravel this mess, and i think it may help to do it on 'paper.'

To start. He must have meant imperialism, not colonialism. True western feminism is often applied to make arguments and add to the discourse about women in eastern cultures, and double true, the american politics co-opts western feminism to use it as a means and justification for the nessesity of invading the middle east.Which pisses me the fuck off, by the way, for reasons i may or may not get into later. BUT because feminism is a tool of the nation, not the nation itself, it can't be a colonizer, but rather an agent of colonization, or a type of imperialism.Okay, so where am I at now...

He must have meant: western feminism is a type of imperialism.

Problem. I really detest all 'feminism is' or 'feminists are' statements. Western feminism is soo fragmented now with hundreds of sects ( ex. backlash feminism, ecofeminism, mens feminism, black feminism, post-feminism feminism, liberal feminism, and the list goes on and on), so unless the word following "feminism is" is "equality", good lucking finding a vague common uniter for all those different ideaologies. " A type of imperialism" sure as hell doesn't fit for all of those types, not even the majority. So the sub used a blanket statement when he shouldn't have. The other bone I have to pick with his phrasing is that he said "western feminism **IS** colonialism ( meaning a type of imperialism i guess)." He didn't say was, or acts like, or a method of, he said IS. Alright, so lemme take a step back. What it means to 'be' something in the current tense. Who is Emily? Emily is a compilation of past experiances, thoughts and behaviors manifesting themselves into a susinct personhood, a steady pattern of inward thoughts and behaviors. To ask the same question of feminism, what is feminism, it is so not accurate to call it as you see it in the present without taking into account it's past. American Feminism has it's roots in anything but imperialism. So much so, i fact, that after the first wave ( mostly sufferage) and then the second wave ( upward mobility and personal status laws for upper-middle class white women) there was a HUGE response in the discourse about how feminism doesn't adequately address the needs of poor women, minority women, and women abroad. My question is, was that discourse echoing the sentiments of poor/colored/foreign women, or was it a white woman's observation of white women's activity and decided that if it worked so well for them, they should share the freedoms(?) with all other women. Maybe this is the glitch where the current third wave of feminism on surface is percieved as imperialism--does it make a difference in labels of imperialist vs non imperialist if 'imperialist-esque' actions were asked for by the marginalized group or not if those actions are still happening? I don't know. Maybe?

So are specific actions of western feminism imperialist when the western female agenda and ideals are projected and used as ameasuring stick onto non western womens status, and then our military occupies their country, and when ask why they say weapons of mass destruction but then they're wrong, and so when asked why again, they call their good freinds at CNN and Fox and tell them to reinforce the images of the middle eastern or eastern people as somehow barbaric, archaic, uncivilized, with scewed morals and sex drives, and then people wont ask as much why we're there because theyll think we're there to liberate them and they wont ask as much about oil,haliburton,and stratigic preemptive miliatry bases set up permantly by china/india/russia.

ive got you pegged bush. checkmate

oh god, im getting on a plane in a few hours. goodnight

The Childhood Myth

Childhood. The childhood myth should not be underestimated. One could argue that the desire to endulge one's child in the American childhood fantasy is what drives our commercial/commodity economy and motivates people to be upwardly mobile; everybody wants to see the gleem in their childs eye when they see the piles of presents under the hannukah bush and provide their kids with everything that they didn't have themselves as a child. People factor the possibility of children into their lives even before the children enter themselves. I've seen a handful of people inclined towards teaching or social work skirt away from their dreams "because a social workers salary would never put a kid through college." And suburbia, ohh good ole suberbia, to me it looks like cul-de-sacs with alarm systems and fenced off houses in homogenous communities is a fear response to all of those percieved lurking dangers waiting to 'Elizabeth Smart' their kids or just straight up abduct/hurt them while they innocently tricycle around the block. People try so fucking hard to protect their children, but after all is said and done, do the children themselves really experiance the carefree extacy and elation depicted in the Kodak and Coca-Cola ads? Is childhood just a myth created by adults projecting their desires of a billess/taxless/mariageless existance onto their kids, but that experiance is really unauthentic to the kids themselves?

Are adults just big kids who want to be hugged and act on their impulses but are to socialized to indulge in any of that? And where does that put adolescense?

I started thinking about all of this crap this past weekend when i was engulfed by senile people and their adult children. These Adults, 50, 60, year old adults, regressed back into kids with their parents on the deathbed. And the dying folk, the regressed back into babies. I think I had to assume a more mature role because i was less attachted than a child of the sickly but attached enough as a grandaughter to definitly want whats best, so i chit chatted with the doctors about medicine dosages, etc. Adults are just big kids. Grandparents are just big babies. And Adolescents are _____. I don't know. Still trying to peice that one together. We just are.

confessions of a nerd

I'm a nerd, given. But I'm probably even more of a nerd than most people think.

Example. When things get a little rocky, as this past weekend has been, I pour myself into absurd intellectual pursuits. For instance, yesterday i somehow spend 3 hours on Powells.com, scrounging through every section of the alleged 'city of books' until i found 13 that i want the most, and put them on a wishlist of things i need to read someday.Useless? yeah, pretty much--I can't even get through my assigned reading for school, pleasure reading shouldn't exactly fall on the top of my priority list. And the random task for today? Learning everything I can about the leading secret societies of western europe and america, the conspiracy theories about them, and if in fact their elite are plotting for a globalized facist state or New World Order. And then brushing up on the vietnam war. I swear to god, i learned almost nothing from formalized education from grades 1 -12 and almost everything from being stuck at home and an angsty teenager and having historychannel.com be some sort of cyber-sanctuary where i could just distract myself with really interesting history. Good to know the technique still works.

Any Final Words?

My grandma said two things today, which is two more than yesterday so I'm happy i got to hear her voice for (maybe) the last time. But what she said is just...so her. So pittifully her.

The context: Grandma is concked out in the hospice bed, with myself, my mom, dad, two aunts, uncle and baby cousin( her great grandaughter) standing around her bed. Suddenly, she starts to get restless and opens her eyes. She glances around the room with these vacant, empty eyes, and her gaze settles on my uncle sitting next to her who is holding her hand. This is her eldest son who flew all the way from flordia yesterday to see her, whose brain didn't recieve enough oxygen at birth causing severe social impairment and he still managed to go to USC grad school, who you talk to like he's 10 but is more intelligent than I'll ever be, who all in all is a gentle giant. Her final/only words to her son: " You need to lose some weight." Typical, typical. Even on her death bed she maintains her controlling and vain ways, and in a weird way, that makes me smile.Not too sure I can say the same for my uncle, but I have no remorse because he's been alive long enough to know that everyone's body is subject to critique and criticism at any family gathering and/or meal. I'm not condoning it whatsoever, it bothers the hell out of me and i just keep my mouth shut, but im just saying I will so not be surprised if those are her final words to her son. She's never had a social-filter and just says whatever the fuck she thinks. It's actually endearing, unless of course you are the victim of her judgements over something you can't change about yourself. I have no idea where she got these conceptions of what the 'ideal' boy/man and girl/woman are, but she belived in them so strongly. Any deviation is a weakness in character. I was too athletic and thus not feminine enough and shouldn't be going to usc if " i actually want an education", one aunt was too much of a pushover and the other too much of a rebel, and everyone but my mom and I are "too fat."In my grandma's eyes, my mom ( her daughter in law) is perfect and she calls her the daughter she never had...in front of her other two daughters. She likes dogs, art, jewelry, shopping, and is social, she is a petite lady with blonde hair and blue eyes and an ex-sorority girl/cheerleader who was raised with missourian values and a plesant midwestern diposition. My mom and I are obviously pretty different people. She says im not adopted. I'll believe her, for now.

The other thing my grandma told me today was"India." The question was " where is your favorite place in the world you visited. Was it India?" ... is that cheating?

mental age/chronological age x 100 = IQ

The day is over.

Whew.

I am Thankful that this day is over.

I am a mess. But a smiling mess. I want to scream but it comes out as a laugh, and i want to articulate a thought but it comes out scambled. I'm hyper and tired. I'm going fucking insane. The first half of my day was spent in the Hospice, which by the way are much more peaceful than hospitals. I think i'd want to die in a hospice too...except that i'd want to die doing something really cool and outrageous, like go out in some epic teacher-on-the-spaceship-style. Whatever, hopefully that's not something i have to deal with for a long, long time... but spending thanksgiving watching my grandma cuddle with death more closely with every breath has just been one hell of an emotional and intelletucal rollar coster. It's bizarre to see the Matriarch of my family cycle back to the helplessness of an infant, curled up in fetal position, unable to speak or, well, do anything really. I'm glad I emergency flew home so i could get in some last words and quality time with her. Funny story. My Aunt, who is now a 'Jew for Jesus', rolled my grandma in to a christian service today when my dad left...my grandma is jewish, like jewish-jewish...and the hearing is the last thing to go...so some of the final words on this earth she will have heard are about Jesus. I think it's kinda funny and ironic.

So one may assume that leaving the hospice would have been somewhat relaxing and relieving...wrong, dead wrong. One would obviously not be familiar with my extended family. Where to begin, so much material...Mmm, let me put it like this: we are one, big, handicapped family. There were 10 people, including myself, at our house for dinner. Of those 10, 2 are young people in wheelchairs, 1 is deaf, 2 are morbidly obeese, 2 have serious mental disorders, 6 are on welfare, and we have 3 races and a handful of religions represented. And we are all related. Like aunts,uncle,cousins, immidiate family related. None of us fit in with eachother, and in that way we all fit in as a cohesive group of outsiders who are related... i guess that's the beauty of it. And in a very selfish way, having so much controversy in one family has made it really hard for me to judge anyone for anything, like..anything. We're all people. I'm not saying i promote those behaviors, but they are behaviors, not definitions of people.

So Yeah, I'm fucking happy this day is over. Because i get to wake up and do it all again tomorrow. Back to the hospice. happy thanksgiving.

life slide show

These people/places/sitations/memories mean a lot to me, and make me laugh. holler.

Euthanize THIS

Tangibility. Does it matter?

If I'm thinking really hard about Wyclef Jean vs Tupac Shakur, is the first more real than the latter just because he is physically alive? I'm not convinced that distinction makes a difference. They're both just as real/unreal as Martin Luther King JR or Alexander the Great or Jesus or Mr. Rogers. So if people that I don't see regularly, or at all, are nothing but a mental schema of who i concieve them to be, with behaviors and attidues I can predict and translate to abstract situations, then if they're physically alive is not a factor. I guess that would be the egocentric argument: things only actively exist in relation to their impact and acknowledgment by me. I'm not confidant in that, I don't really want to think like that. I guess there are 3 ways i can see this: People only exist/have existed in their relation to 1) Me 2) Other people, history, society at large or 3) a persons existance is concrete and doesn't need the validation of others to be real.

But when people to you aren't alive anymore, there is one big, looming problem. I can't ask dead people anything. Like, 'hey grandma, tell me what it was like to get divorced with 3 kids in the 1950's', or ' grandma, does our family have a history of heart disease?' or ' what was i like as a chlid?' But then again, memory is so...subjective, and maniputaled by emotions, perception and some chunks are filled in and others are blocked out, and frankly, it's not that reliable...particularly in old folk. So when a grandparent dies, what is it that we miss? Their advise? We can imagine what they'd say.Their role as the leading family historian? Maybe, but they're not acurate half the time. Do selfish reasons that make death of a grandparent so sad? That now we are the second leading generation, instead of the third, in the family tree, and that it scary? The fact that our genes are blood are suseptible to death too? The reality check of seeing your parents break down into irrational tears, stumbling off the pedestol of adulthood they once gloated from?

Today was the troy camp thanksgiving festival and earlier smash and even earlier the psyc midterm and finally timb. and i threw a quazi-impromptu appartment social. I felt disturbingly happy all day, nice and dazed and distracted before i have to fly home for the funeral tomorrow. Woops, today, its 4 am.

I've thought so much these past few days my head hurts. But i've also been quazi-euphoric. I guess my conclusion for the past few days was that I have to live large or go home, no regrets and throw down bets, ignore taboo and societal ques, just try and have as much fun as possible because life is here today and gone tomorrow.

Was this cheesy and cliche enough? Do i need to throw in more idioms or metaphors? I'll leave 'er be

...seriously?

Is this a woman or a chicken?An advertisment or a true reflection of what most girls would look like?

There is too much to say to say anything at all. So dissipointed America, so dissipointed.

American Apperal Underwear: It's magical?

Fire(crotch) Hazard- for natalie Greenbizzle

Woooo this morning was the Troy Camp Canival! I've never been to a real carnival...or a circus...or universal studios....so it was really fun. I'm pretty sure it was a legit faux-nival, minus the bearded lady and 4 ft tall con artists. Someday ill go to a real one, someday...This past summer I met some carnie folk in a hostel in Tel Aviv. They were acrobats and showed me some of their moves-- it was NUTS. Like human pretzel/gumby/alice-in-wonderland-anything-is-possible style. I roomed with the girl. I think of my adventere/curosity urge like an open wound that the 'scab of society' heals over. Sometimes the scab breaks and ill have adventers, and you can still see it's there under the scab, but for the most part it's contained by responsibility, lack of resources, lack of time, maybe even lack of ballsyness. Anyway, this girl was like one gaping, open wound and after she graduated from Evergreen ( hah...figures) she just flew to India and slept on the beach and was homeless there for a few months, joined up with a carnival, traveled around, and you can fill in the rest. Just a stright up nomad. I want that, that absolute boundless freedom to just be a raw human and not have to deal with studying for this and small talking about that and wearing a white colared shirt to work. But on the other hand, I enjoy having a roof, i enjoy having structed goals and working to reach them, I enjoy having a laptop. I guess there is a time and place for everything, and for now im in the land of beuracracy...im just hoping its not a vortex that sucks me in and the further i get into it the harder it will be to get out. Hmm. Life is good, whatever happens happens. Who knows.

And another thing. I just took the Big 5 personality test and wrote a paper on it for psyc. These tests aren't always the most reliable ( self-reporting bias since i give the anwsers about myelf, it could be a reflection of my mood that day, etc) but I was kinda surprised about my results:
The Five Main Deminsions of Personality:
I am somewhat CONSCIENTIOUS, off the charts on OPENNESS TO EXPERIANCE, more NEUROTIC than most , more INTROVERTED than most people ( what? really...) , and about average on AGREEABLENESS ( mmm...nope, Im a debater and kind of blunt).

This got me thinking: is my self-concept way off? otherwise, wouldn't i agree with most of this test? Do i know me? I thought i knew me...does this test know me better than i know me?

Confusion, confusion.

if only i had-derall, adderall

A personal update:

1) Hulk came to visit SC last weekend, and she made me a bit homesick. I miss portland and summers by hollcraft pool and friends back at home, like my wifey mich but really everyone in general. This is the first time in my college experiance where I've had a desire to go back home, even just for a weekend...not that i didn't miss people before because i did, but im slowly coming to discover how much my history means to me and has made me who i am. that is the most profound thing i will say before 9 am. Next.

2) My roomates lab partner left his hardhat here on halloween, and now i wear it everytime i do schoolwork, which is kinda a problem because now i really want to go funny-hat-shopping so i can have one to suit all of my moods.

3) Most of my friends are going abroad next semester, and this counters my first point completley, but I don't want the semester to end because its going to be different without them. Last year sarah and i took a eurotrip over spring break to visit her family and explore Britain and visit our friend Magic who was studying in london, i wish i could do that again THIS year and just tour the world visiting SC scattered around the globe...but that would be impossible on a limited budget...because most are going as far away as possible like New Zealand and Hong-Kong...unless i splurged on a hot air balloon...ill look into it.

3.5) Half of the WSA eboard is going abroad, suprise freakin suprise. What's a feminist without a lil world travel? Ah, I'll miss 'em. im feeling preemptive nostalgia... which is an oxymoron. Hmm. I should check back into reality at sometime.

4) I wrote my grandma a pursuasive essay for my mom to read aloud to her on the phone because she backed out of our plans for her and my mom to come to LA for thanksgiving. WTF, i am bummed, my grandma is most introverted, yet eccentric person i know: a compulsive home-shopping-network shopper, a chain smoker, a loveable boxed-wino; a former 1-800-psychic, a poker player who taught me to be savy to one of her favorite pasttimes of gambeling before i could do long division, a bashful midwestern gal who escapes through endless sappy romantic novels, the definition of a scaredy-cat, an constantly sporting a wig and at least 7 peices of jewelery flair during waking hours. So hopefully writing a very pursuasive essay to her was worth the hour i spent writing that over my 3 term papers due in a 48 hour period next week. Speaking of procrastinating through useless writing, hmmm, im seeing a pattern in myself...

5) Todd said that blogs are stupid because it's mostly people searching for attention with overly personal stories they put out into the world wide web, which trivializes their 'anguish' and is just kind of pathetic. Maybe he's right, but here is my rebuttle: the personal is political. And blogs are like a little microchosm of the human experiance, ya know? And when i did the training to anwser suicide calls oh so long ago, one of the first cultural taboos we had to question was What is actually wrong with seeking attention. Humans like attention, but for some reason, seeking it out in overt ways islooked down upon. If someone wants attention, its not a sad thing for them to ask for it or for someone to give it to them. But I don't think my blog is for attention because nobody reads this crap. But i really respect todd's p.o.v. so i thought about why i even have a blog. My conclusion--it is fun. I like to write. That's the simple truth. I don't even spellcheck this shit, it's just fun to write it out and then be able to look back on it months later and laugh. I've kept journals on and off since I could write. Blogging is just easier because it is faster and backspace key is a lot easier than an eraser and i can read times new roman a lot easier than my own handwriting.

6) Some of my friends are up to really cool things. First of all, TAKE BACK THE NIGHT committee applications are due by 5 pm on wednesday. I did it last year and im doing it this year, and i really, really enjoyed it and thus, and recommending it to everyone/anyone. Men, women, freshman,senior, anybody. Honestly, its a small commitment and you meet really cool people and work to put together one of the biggest events at SC all year- definitly WSA's biggest event- and learn important stuff. DO IT! Also my friend andrea is doing a project via a website she made that is trying to weave together a herstory; submit your experiance or just check it out it. Old, rich, kniving white men have our past, but the future, oh the future will be rerded like bag of fuckin skittles compared to our vanilla past. If i had to bank on anyone i know at SC making a positive difference in society,andrea would be amoungst those at the top of the list. She actually ran TBTN last year, founded motor city march, was part of the s.c.a.l.e. protest who sat-in prez.Samples office at the risk of suspension, now this herstory thing, and so much more. People just wow me sometimes.
www.theherstoryproject.weebly.com

Alright, back to my papers while i jam out to old skool Dr.Dre and sit on my porch with a great view. My porch does have a great view. You look down and you see south central, and you look out and see the skyline of downtown LA. The contrast is,uh, funny. And it's better than looking inside my appartment, which is a dizzzasssstttaarr after last nights last minute thrown together shindig. Sarah and Hannah are such talented chefs, man oh man, maybe i should ween myself off of the microwave and actually learn how to make something. Maybe ill take a class this summer at pcc. Any takers? yup...now im just mumbeling and not even trying to disguise my procrastinating, and i keep typing, i think i need to stop.

the end

period.

Drama in Hollywood, wooo

Hey,
The writers of hollywood are on strike. Picket lines and everything. Strike. Funny, people have been stricking outside of the LA Wilshire hotel for almost a year now because the maids there are being exploited and manipulated to work for illigally low amounts of money to aviod extermination or even better, deportation. What gets press is pretty interesting becaue it's tells what people care about, or at least are told to care about. This strike has been going on for 3 days, three days, and its all over the news. Let's look at the general factors affecting the media coverage: brown vs white, poor vs hollywood, lack of connection vs they are the connection. Now let's look at the similarities: they are neighbors in one city and are both being exploited for the benifit of bald white men in ties. Hmm. If this were a true democracy, one would assume that the time, higher stakes and amount of people the hoel situation affects would overshadow the baby stike of the writers to get paid more than .3% off online revenues ( which actually should happen too.) but alas, money is yappy and poverty is silenced.

Ilast year i went to a protest/march/arresting/public demonstration that may have gotten small coverage in the la times against the exploitation of hotel maids who are forbidden to unionize in the LA raddison. 'll do my part tonight and watch the office tonight on tv instead of online. We live in strange times if that's my resistance...

"I don't wanna pull a hammy."-TJ, Recess

THis is my pre write free write warm up to the term paper i have to whip out.

Let's see, what an eventful day. I left my appartment at 9 am and got back at 10 pm. The highlights of inbetween? Well, i heard the lady who created The Swam speak. From the looks of her, im curious if she was also a participant.Most shows like that i can laugh at, but The Swam just pissed me the fuck off. What a repulsive thing to broadcast. Maybe that's why they did it, because if it was another sitcom about people in their 30's who look like their in their 20's having witty conversations and love affairs and one of them is fat for comic relief I probably wouldn't have noticed it existed.

alright, paper, i will conquer you

Fast Times

I forgot to sleep last night. Woops. I got home late, wasn't tired, daylight saving threw off my body clock, started reading a really good novel for class, finished the last page, looked at the clock, and it was 9 am. Yikes. I guess that makes me a super-nerd...or manic...or both? A manic super nerd, i can dig that.

Not a nuns habit, but still a good one

COOL so I'm cramming for tomorrow geology test which i've neglected until now, midnight, the night before it. I'm sorry but troy camp, halloween, WSA, FMLA and Talib all take precedence over geology, and i think rightfull so. Geologic history isn't going anywhere.

I study in a really funny way. Aside from talking to myself and gesturing out all my notes ( being a visual learner=looking like im insane wheni study) , i rewrite what i need to know in a narrative, sotry form. Something about putting the material into my own words in an entertaining way makes it stick a lot better in my mind. At the end of studying for tests I just end up with a handful of word documents telling epic tales likening the accretion of planetestimals to giant snowballs rolling down mountains and the collapse of the solar neubla and formation of the protostar to ice skaters spinning faster and faster and faster. Anyway, now im writing about writing about studying...which is SO far away from studying itself...but i've decided that geology is pretty dope and so as as i study if i run into something super cool, I feeling genrous enough to share exceitment. Cheers:


The forming of the disks of cirular dust which was the beggining of our solar system took just MINUTES to happen, 4560 billion years ago, and that was the start of the entire solar system. IN MINUTES!

How did water get onto earth? Well, im glad you asked. When two planetestimals collided-what we can today the earth and the moon- it wrecked the earths atmosphere, which was originally like venus's. The lack of atmosphere made earth really susceptible to get hit by astroids. which it did. for the next 600 million years. These asteroids where made of dust and rock and ice, and THAT is where the water we have on earth oringinated. from space snowballs. alright.

There are bits of north america in scotland from the contenients colliding way back in the day. we also got a peice of europe, dont worry.

Due to the accretion of island arcs, indonesia and australlia will eventually become part of europe.

You know the whole north cal vs so cal feud? Yeah...that won't matter in a few million years. why you ask? LA will be up by san fransisco due to lateral translation of continental fragments. Wierd.

I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but bad news does bear. We have an ozone problem : too much in the troposphere so we're all cancerous and have eye problems, and too little in teh stratosphere. Do you know why people say its a bad thing to use refrigerants or fatorys to emit puffy clouds of smoke or to use aerosol crap? BECAUSE all of those things emit CFC- chlorine flourine carbon- which are highly reactive and (the first two) not naturally ocuring in the atmosphere. When UV rays react with one, JUST ONE!!!!!!!!!, chlorine atom in the troposphere, i can create 100,000 ozone molocules. Yeah. And we wonder why we live in such a sickly little world. stop using aerosol bitches, we can live without hairspray and whipcream. well...

In brighter news, were screwing ourselves over to live in a cement world. We're killing soil 10 to 20 times faster than it is being created. I guess we'll all have to be roses out of conrete, like my man Pac.

Here is my favorite ancedote ive made up for a concept so far.Watch out, Land Before Time 8. i call it " Exfoliation: A story of freedom."
The earth is constantly wearing a mask, vain in its greenery, aarogantly showing off it's glistening streams and impressive canyons. But the true character of the earth isn't on the surface; it's what lies beneath. Underneath the facade of the lush O horizon, and even deeper than the modest bedrock, are layers of plutonic and metamorphic rocks. And they haven't seen the light of day in eons. But just as most great things in life take time, it was not a matter of if, but WHEN, these depressed,deprived, rocks at depth could see the light again. Due to mechanical weathering, layers by layer of the younger rockson top of them were exfoliated until one day a slit of light came through a frature in the rock surface above them. The fetmorphic rocks got so enthusiastic, and with less pressure above them, they reached outwards towards the sunlight and ourcroped into the world. Thus, the concepts of exfoliation and expansion.

A FLOODBANK is a bloodbank for the earth, but with sediment and water instead of blood and people.

Rivers systems are like an opposite universe. The older they get, the faster they are; the steeper they are, the slower they are.Take that, science.

The yellow river has killed more people than any other natural phenomenon over the years because it sits above its own floodplane. That's nuts.

and im spent. Wow. i just studied for 4 and a half hours. pat on the back to me. i am absolutly dellirious. 'night world.