This Looks Like a Job For…

…a complete scan of Action Comics #1. I dig old comics, I dig Superman, & I dig Joe Schuster’s simple but effective art. There’s something really endearing about it. I adore the early vision of Superman as someone who stops wife beaters and munitions manufacturers. He was so populist and leftist…too bad that changed into the cosmic demigod we have today. (Although I like that version of Superman, too… just not as nearly as much.)

Also…The cutest psych test ever. with just enough bad English to endear it to me. Hello, Dr. Kitty!

“You easily feel stressful. – Only with a little bit of additional work plus controlling your temper, you would then lose energy.”

They recommend “Not only you would accumulate your stress, you are weak to release it. for this type exercise and Karaoke will be the best way.”

Thanks for showing me those links, josh!

I’ve decided to name the bike the “Hofmann Zephyr“… a combination of missv and ldy‘s suggestions. Bright color trails and a gentle breeze. I like that. All the suggestions were fun ones.
The Hofmann Zephyr! I need to get some glow sticks or crepe!

I feel that I can only vaguely conceptualize infinity, not really understand it. I can make a sign for it and manipulate it in an equation, I can make up metaphors for describing it or “understanding” it, I can come up with synonyms and thought experiments…but I cannot experience infinity. How the heck can I possibly understand infinity when everything I experience is finite? Do not confuse a facility for description with understanding. Map and territory, menu and meal.

Hitting the sack… sweet dreams, dear journal. Warm thoughts to any who read this. Peace.

A quick quote before I go –

“I share the belief of many of my contemporaries that the spiritual crisis pervading all spheres of Western industrial society can be remedied only by a change in our world view. We shall have to shift from the materialistic, dualistic belief that people and their environment are separate, toward a new consciousness of an allreality, which embraces the experiencing ego, a reality in which people feel their oneness with animate nature and all of creation.”

Time magazine is reporting the results of an “unpublished ATF study” regarding which guns are most often used in crimes:

the list:

  1. Smith and Wesson .38 revolver
  2. Ruger 9 mm semiautomatic
  3. Lorcin Engineering .380 semiautomatic
  4. Raven Arms .25 semiautomatic
  5. Mossberg 12 gauge shotgun
  6. Smith and Wesson 9mm semiautomatic
  7. Smith and Wesson .357 revolver
  8. Bryco Arms 9mm semiautomatic
  9. Bryco Arms .380 semiautomatic
  10. Davis Industries .380 semiautomatic

Hmm…sets this to mind.

*two police detectives regard the corpse of a short Asian in a dark alley. The deceased obviously died from gun shot wounds*

Detective Lucas: “Whaddya think? Gang related?”

Detective Jackson: “That’s what I thought, until I looked at the shell casings” *holds up evidence bag*.

Detective Lucas: “Something up?”

Detective Jackson: “The firing pin marks on the primers are square.”

Detective Lucas: “Which means what?”

Detective Jackson: “Only Glocks have square firing pins. You know any gangbangers in this neighborhood with Glocks?”

Detective Lucas: “No… most of them use piece of junk .380s… crap more likely to take your hand off than kill someone.”

Detective Jackson: “Exactly. Yet this guy was killed with top of the line hardware.”

Detective Lucas: “Sounds like there’s a new player in town.”

Det2: *sips coffee*

Exciting, sexual, emotional dreams last night… Very erotic and pleasant…I woke up a-tingle, with my sweetheart’s name on my lips. I wrote more about it in my dream log… I’ll transcribe it for private reading later today.

Somehow or another, the computer turned off last night… very odd. was there a power outage? I didn’t hear the ups chirp.

I’m vain enough to notice that I’m getting more gray in my beard… but not so vain that I mind. I must’ve been on testosterone overdrive this weekend, because my face furred up fast…it was like mowing the yard after a week of summer rain.

I’ve currently got no real complaints… I could certainly bitch about a few things, but nothing so major that it bears talking about. I think that’s a good place to be. I like to count my blessings regularly. Those that I love know it. (I feel that Newt understands, even though English isn’t his strong suit.)

Scotto factoid time. Is it? Sure, why not?

I go through cycles of sound. Some periods, I need to have something going in the background… soft music, television, the whir of the A/C… If I can hear myself breathing, then it becomes a distraction.

Other times, I want it so quiet that I can hear the blood pump in my body while at rest. I like to lay awake at night, with my ear pressed against a bicep, or Newton’s side, and just listening to things happening inside…the creak of a tendon, squish of blood being pushed through a vein, or in Newton’s case… hear his tummy digesting a midnight snack or purring like a lawnmower. It’s also fun to hear him eat.

When I smell ozone, I think that I can fly. I have no idea why that is, but I feel simultaneously energized and relaxed by the stuff.

Before Newton, there were times when I’d gone an entire weekend without speaking a single word aloud. I wonder if I was trapped on a desert island on my own, how long my silence would rule. I think I’d end up “singing in the shower”, if there was a warm waterfall nearby, but might not speak much outside of that.

I’m really impressed by Charlotte Church lately… she’s got an amazing talent.

Time for me to move… see you later, dear journal!