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Hey, if your reading this you’ve probably noticed a change in the site’s style recently. I do have quite a few things to post (including an essay on nihilism and one on revolution, as well as coexistence) but I’d like some feedback here first. Is the blue too dark to read? Is the text to small? The green to obnoxious? Obviously some things, like the header banner, for instance, are here only temporarily but I’d like your thoughts on it all. After I get this all settled into its new hotness I can resume the reliably sporadic posting you’ve come to enjoy over the past years…Wow, I can’t believe how long its been…Well, peace

Braxton

I just got a new pogo stick, the Gravity Games Super Pogo. I love my other stick (Flybar 1200) but its a big air stick and is not really fit for the technical tricks that are so cool. So I’ve just started practicing and had my sister takes some pics of me because I’m extremely narcissistic (If you couldn’t tell by me having a blog and only talking about me…) and I look good…So here’s one for you to enjoy. I can’t actually even do this trick and land it yet but it looks awesome in the air…

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Yesterday my phone woke me up at around 7:30. I went to the bathroom to take a leak after throwing some shorts on. Right about the time I finished my alarm went off a second time (snooze, eh?) and so I whipped it out, opened it, and turned the alarm off. Then I closed the phone. Then I opened up my hand and let the phone go right to the bottom of the toilet. Now in an instance like this you are really torn. I knew that each second longer spent in that urine filled bowl the phone would have less of a chance of surviving, but at the same time I wanted to find another way to get the phone out (yes, there are even things that I hesitate to do) without having to reach in the bowl…I thought maybe I should flush the toilet then pull it out but by the time that thought had gone through my head I found my self arm deep in a full toilet. I immediately removed the batter and proceeded to wipe down the phone with a moist towel.

I took the drying phone to work with me (still battery-less) so that it could finish up. I decided around 10:00 that it was pretty dry so I tried the battery…to no avail. I then decided to test a straight power source so I plugged the phone into my USB cable. I then plugged the USB cable into my work computer and … the computer shut off. I rebooted it only to find that every USB port on board had been fried. Sweet. Especially because in order to function we require the use of a USB keyboard, mouse, and headset. And it wasn’t even my workstation (since I don’t have one). After about 45 minutes of switching hardware and trying peripherals from every other computer I decided to just fix it with an internal PCI USB card. After several calls to “computer shops” proving unsuccessful I decided to just drive home and get the one I had. You see, I happen to have fried all of the USB ports on one of my own PCs in the past and so had one of the cards lying around. Any ways, long story short I’m out a PCI USB card and my phone doesn’t work. So don’t bother calling.

I’m not sure if I mentioned this or not in the previous post but I recently started reading. Just the other day I went to Barnes & Noble and picked up “Catcher in the Rye” as well as “1984.” A couple of days ago I finished up Chuck Palahniuk’s “Choke” which, due to it’s extreme graphic content (it’s about a sex addict…), I cannot really recommend to anybody. It was very good though in terms of a book about progress, and the destruction to get there (which is, as far as I can tell in my limited e-research, a philosophy I recently created), as well as very human characters whose unique view on the world will make you question your own. Any ways, I’ve decided to include some of my favorite quotes at the bottom of this post so you can see, even just a little bit, what the book is sort of about…

Just now I took a break from writing this for probably an hour or so trying to figure out what the philosophy was called which involves the total destruction of a certain thing in order for progress occur. I couldn’t find any. If you know what this is PLEASE tell me! Otherwise I am going to try to write a short paper describing what I think about that as an idea and maybe I’ll become a famous philosopher or something. I do have quite a bit to say on that so I may write the paper either way…or not. Here’s some quotes, peace.

Braxton

Choke Quotes
It’s funny how the beauty of art has so much more to do with the frame than with the artwork itself.

The way humiliation is humiliation is only when you choose to suffer

After you find out all the things that can go wrong, your life becomes less about living and more about waiting. For cancer For dementia.

“Oh, I can criticize and complain and judge everything, but what does that get me?”
“Griping isn’t the same as creating something”
“Rebelling isn’t rebuilding. Ridiculing isn’t replacing…”
“We’ve taken the work apart but we have no idea what to do with the pieces…”
“My generation, all of our making fun of things isn’t making the world any better, We’ve spent so much time judging what other people created that we’ve created very, very little of our own. I used rebellion as a way to hide out. We use criticism as a fake participation. It only looks as if we’ve accomplished something. I’ve never contributed anything worthwhile to the world.”

“Parenthood is the opiate of the masses!”

And sometimes a euphemism just isn’t.
Sometimes a euphemism is more true than what it’s supposed to hide.

“I mean, how many times can everybody tell you that you’re the oppressive, prejudiced enemy before you give up and become the enemy.”

“Women don’t want equal rights. They have more power being oppressed. They need men to be the vast enemy conspiracy. Their whole identity is built on it.”

“Someday I’d like to live a life based on doing good stuff instead of just not doing bad stuff.”

Language, she said, was just our way to explain away the wonder and the glory of the world. To deconstruct. To dismiss. She said people can’t deal with how beautiful the world really is. How it can’t be explained and understood.

“We don’t live in the real world anymore, we live in a world of symbols.”

I admire addicts. In a world where everybody is waiting for some blind, random disaster or some sudden disease, the addict has the comfort of knowing what will most likely wait for him down the road. He’s taken some control over his ultimate fate, and his addiction keeps the cause of his death from being a total surprise.
In a way, being an addict is very proactive.
A good addiction takes the guesswork out of death. There is such a thing as planning your getaway.

“In my opinion, those who remember the past are paralyzed by it.”

“When you’re an addict, you can go without feeling anything except drunk or stoned or hungry. Still, when you compare this to other feelings, to sadness, anger, fear, worry, despair, and depression, well, an addiction no longer looks so bad. It looks like a very viable option.”

“Anything you can acquire is only another thing you’ll lose.”

“Why do I do anything? I’m educated enough to talk myself out of any plan. To deconstruct any fantasy. Explain away any goal. I’m so smart I can negate any dream.”

“The truth is I don’t really want to know why I do…I just keep doing, because the minute you give yourself a good reason, you’ll start chipping away at it.”