Spiderman 3

Well, the dumb bitch spilled the beans, looks like spidey is going up against sandman and venom.

Landon's Dc trip

Landon (and whom ever is is coming to DC). To get to my place go to map quest or maps.google.com and type in your address (or asheville) then type in mine and get directions.
My address: 8201 16th st Silver Spring MD 20910

and I still have not creceived all of your address: Dave and Kenny; Amos; Ira; Jeb; Ian...I already have two packages that need to be sent with no addresses. Fucking bitches.

And everything in my life is going well. The 32 year old didn't work out so I sold the swing I made her, not too worried about it all. Looking for a job and focusing on London and Edinburg, so save money to visit me. Will be in Peru (maybe some of Argentina) with Carmen for the month of January and part of Febuary. Wish all of you would visit me, but understand the importance of opportunity cost. Saw Sigur Ros in concert and tears were created, a beautiful thing. Rekindled my love of Woody Allan movies. Kind of lonely but realize its part of being myself. Lost but at the same time found all that I ever need.

John

Flipper's Revenge

yep

English Patriots

I know we've all heard about how bad the US is getting, with the PATRIOT act destroying our liberties in the name of anti-terrorism, but read this story from a guy in London. I don't believe we've gone this far, though the airport screenings they did after 9/11 are pretty close.

Plague Spreading through the land of Azeroth

News at 11

Not so Happy Frappy

Sorry I was so happy in my last post, MS isn't really that happy. I must have been in a good mood or something. MS sucks, I hate it here.... j/king. I busted by ass for the last test only to get mediocre grades. But fuck it I don't care I'm a ninja... and ninjas don't give a fuck.

It was kinda a weird morning. I saw another guy get killed today (the first was in Venezuela). I usually ride to school but today I took the bus. As we rolled past a construction site I saw cop cars everywhere and a guy video taping the scene. Then I saw the stretcher with a man bleeding out of his head. As we slowly rolled past in choked traffic the guy was confirmed dead and draped with a blood soaked sheet. Poor little Mexican immigrant man, trying to support a family, killed on his head but a fat white guy working the crane. He was the second Hispanic worker to get killed in a month. Pisses me off.

They need to start dropping cranes on the frat boys.

I'm back to work ya'll kids.

Peace,

Ian

I'm back to work ya'll kids.

Peace,

Ian

I need a Therapist

Seriously, I've gotta fix this not-being-able-to-remember people thing. I was walking to my car from a business meeting tonight downtown around college street, when some hot girl says "Hey Kenny!" I have no idea who she is. Not even a hint of a clue comes into my mind, no reference at all. Voice, face, shape, it doesn't matter, she's a total stranger.

Now it's possible that during the time I originally met her I was stone drunk, barely able to stand and waving my arms about as I talked, but more than likely, I met her at a party, had a 20 minute conversation, got her name and number at least 3 times, and offered to fix her computer.

Doesn't matter, fuck. It could have been Kaity, Rachel, Scarlette, or Gail for all I know.

"Hey, how are you doing?"

I've got to come up with a better line than that one, maybe mumble a name: "Hey Heanmmerann, whats up?"

10 - 40% more fuel efficiency

Interesting article

So, you put water into a special tank, and then the device uses unused energy from your engine ( when idling, coasting, braking) to convert the water into hydrogen and oxygen, that goes into your fuel tank to be burned later. Effectively reducing the waste.

be back sunday, sluts

be back soon want to party , drank 5 beers and just got wasted, whooooo, (rick flair style), been doing lots of bear hunting got closer tp anotyherone . see yal soon , lost cell so dont expect calls. whoooooooo, O

I feel like I'm Kenny

What up the family,

Second All Nighter in a row and my exam isn’t ill Monday. I fucking love med school. Read that literally no sarcasm intended. I love music too, been listening to lots lately. Finally Got that You Forgot it in People album, thanks Carmin. Been listening to some random shit Mates of State, Minus the Bear, LCD, !!!, Yamasuki, some french shit, S. Sisters, Dungen, explosions. clap your hands, thanks in large part to ripping everything off Daves computer with my Ipod.

Its a fucking good feeling to realize you made the right decision with your life and your happy as hell where you are. I had that realization sophomore year in Asheville, and I'm having again now. I'm still imbalanced, that I need to work on, but my intellectual and emotional selves are in good health. I'm riding some, not enough, and I'm not climbing. I've been wading through the bull shit government tape of getting to use the climbing wall on campus. Forming some interesting new relationships with inspiring, eccentric people.

I saw my roommates this morning for the first time in a week and a half. That how little I'm at home. I leave at 7:20 every morning, ride to school, and I'm here until anywhere from 2-5am. Its alittle nuts, I've decided to abstain from sleep. Its so inconvenient when theres so much to do. I've involved myself in a shit ton of clubs. The opportunities here are fantastic, there is lots of money and support to create all kinds of projects. I'm going to Cuba for a few weeks in December to work in a clinic and visit Burkett who ya'll might remember from UNCA. He has started Med School down there this semester.

I'm going to try and make it up to the hills Oct. 12. If anyone wants to come down and check out a show next week is a good week. Also, instead of me coming up to Asheville, if anyone wants to head up to Washington and check out John's sexy ass I'm down for that too. I have from the 10th to the 14th off. John, is that an ok time for you?

Carmine in brief response to your post a ways back about katrina and the lack of response; nationally yes but I’m personally super impressed with the response of my classmates. We have stared and completed some awesome projects, too many to list. But remember its all about the grassroots man fuck the gov and fuck the media. On a related topic, one of my friends here at school just went through he naturalization process today, and in a few weeks will become a citizen of the US. Its been pretty wild to learn more about his experience and motivations. We take a lot for granted being popped out on this soil.

miss ya'll fuckers,

Ian

ps. why Kenny? B/C I'm spending 12 or more hours a day in front of my computer screen. I feel like my vision is getting worse by the day and my soul is getting weaker and weaker until I will soon cease to exist. Kenny is this a perpetual decline or will it eventually plateau? Also are there any tricks to survival I should know about? B/c I don't see this leting up anytime soon, unless I destroy vast forests by printing out volumes of text books that I have saved on my computer.

the NGC

This article I think sums up the National Geographic Channel.

White + Neo-Con + Journalist =

An Unnatural Disaster: A Hurricane Exposes the Man-Made Disaster of the
Welfare State

Sep 02, 2005 by Robert Tracinski

It has taken four long days for state and federal officials to figure out how to deal with the disaster in New Orleans. I can't blame them, because it has also taken me four long days to figure out what is going on there.
The reason is that the events there make no sense if you think that we are confronting a natural disaster.

If this is just a natural disaster, the response for public officials is obvious: you bring in food, water, and doctors; you send transportation to evacuate refugees to temporary shelters; you send engineers to stop the
flooding and rebuild the city's infrastructure. For journalists, natural disasters also have a familiar pattern: the heroism of ordinary people pulling together to survive; the hard work and dedication of doctors, nurses, and rescue workers; the steps being taken to clean up and rebuild.

Public officials did not expect that the first thing they would have to do is to send thousands of armed troops in armored vehicle, as if they are suppressing an enemy insurgency. And journalists--myself included--did not expect that the story would not be about rain, wind, and flooding, but about rape, murder, and looting.

But this is not a natural disaster. It is a man-made disaster.

The man-made disaster is not an inadequate or incompetent response by federal relief agencies, and it was not directly caused by Hurricane Katrina. This is where just about every newspaper and television channel has gotten the story wrong.

The man-made disaster we are now witnessing in New Orleans did not happen over the past four days. It happened over the past four decades. Hurricane Katrina merely exposed it to public view.

The man-made disaster is the welfare state.

For the past few days, I have found the news from New Orleans to be confusing. People were not behaving as you would expect them to behave in an emergency--indeed, they were not behaving as they have behaved in other
emergencies. That is what has shocked so many people: they have been saying that this is not what we expect from America. In fact, it is not even what we expect from a Third World country.

When confronted with a disaster, people usually rise to the occasion. They work together to rescue people in danger, and they spontaneously organize to keep order and solve problems. This is especially true in America. We
are an enterprising people, used to relying on our own initiative rather than waiting around for the government to take care of us. I have seen this a hundred times, in small examples (a small town whose main traffic light had gone out, causing ordinary citizens to get out of their cars and serve as impromptu traffic cops, directing cars through the intersection) and large ones (the spontaneous response of New Yorkers to September 11).

So what explains the chaos in New Orleans?

To give you an idea of the magnitude of what is going on, here is a description from a Washington Times story:

"Storm victims are raped and beaten; fights erupt with flying fists, knives and guns; fires are breaking out; corpses litter the streets; and police and rescue helicopters are repeatedly fired on.

"The plea from Mayor C. Ray Nagin came even as National Guardsmen poured in to restore order and stop the looting, carjackings and gunfire....

"Last night, Gov. Kathleen Babineaux Blanco said 300 Iraq-hardened Arkansas National Guard members were inside New Orleans with shoot-to-kill orders.

" 'These troops are...under my orders to restore order in the streets,' she said. 'They have M-16s, and they are locked and loaded. These troops know how to shoot and kill and they are more than willing to do so if
necessary and I expect they will.' "

The reference to Iraq is eerie. The photo that accompanies this article shows National Guard troops, with rifles and armored vests, riding on an armored vehicle through trash-strewn streets lined by a rabble of squalid, listless people, one of whom appears to be yelling at them. It looks exactly like a scene from Sadr City in Baghdad.

What explains bands of thugs using a natural disaster as an excuse for an orgy of looting, armed robbery, and rape? What causes unruly mobs to storm the very buses that have arrived to evacuate them, causing the drivers
to drive away, frightened for their lives? What causes people to attack the doctors trying to treat patients at the Super Dome?

Why are people responding to natural destruction by causing further destruction? Why are they attacking the people who are trying to help them?

My wife, Sherri, figured it out first, and she figured it out on a sense-of-life level. While watching the coverage last night on Fox News Channel, she told me that she was getting a familiar feeling. She studied architecture at the Illinois Institute of Chicago, which is located in the South Side of Chicago just blocks away from the Robert Taylor Homes, one of the largest high-rise public housing projects in America. "The projects," as they were known, were infamous for uncontrollable crime and irremediable squalor. (They have since, mercifully, been demolished.)

What Sherri was getting from last night's television coverage was a whiff of the sense of life of "the projects." Then the "crawl"--the informational phrases flashed at the bottom of the screen on most news channels--gave
some vital statistics to confirm this sense: 75% of the residents of New Orleans had already evacuated before the hurricane, and of the 300,000 or so who remained, a large number were from the city's public housing projects.
Jack Wakeland then gave me an additional, crucial fact: early reports from CNN and Fox indicated that the city had no plan for evacuating all of the prisoners in the city's jails--so they just let many of them loose. There is
no doubt a significant overlap between these two populations--that is, a large number of people in the jails used to live in the housing projects, and vice versa.

There were many decent, innocent people trapped in New Orleans when the deluge hit--but they were trapped alongside large numbers of people from two groups: criminals--and wards of the welfare state, people selected, over decades, for their lack of initiative and self-induced helplessness. The welfare wards were a mass of sheep--on whom the incompetent administration of New Orleans unleashed a pack of wolves.

All of this is related, incidentally, to the apparent incompetence of the city government, which failed to plan for a total evacuation of the city, despite the knowledge that this might be necessary. But in a city corrupted by the welfare state, the job of city officials is to ensure the flow of handouts to welfare recipients and patronage to political supporters--not to ensure a lawful, orderly evacuation in case of emergency.

No one has really reported this story, as far as I can tell. In fact, some are already actively distorting it, blaming President Bush, for example, for failing to personally ensure that the Mayor of New Orleans had drafted
an adequate evacuation plan. The worst example is an execrable piece from the Toronto Globe and Mail, by a supercilious Canadian who blames the chaos on American "individualism." But the truth is precisely the opposite: the
chaos was caused by a system that was the exact opposite of individualism.

What Hurricane Katrina exposed was the psychological consequences of the welfare state. What we consider "normal" behavior in an emergency is behavior that is normal for people who have values and take the
responsibility to pursue and protect them. People with values respond to a disaster by fighting against it and doing whatever it takes to overcome the difficulties they face. They don't sit around and complain that the
government hasn't taken care of them. They don't use the chaos of a disaster as an opportunity to prey on their fellow men.

But what about criminals and welfare parasites? Do they worry about saving their houses and property? They don't, because they don't own anything. Do they worry about what is going to happen to their businesses or how they
are going to make a living? They never worried about those things before. Do they worry about crime and looting? But living off of stolen wealth is a way of life for them.

The welfare state--and the brutish, uncivilized mentality it sustains and encourages--is the man-made disaster that explains the moral ugliness that has swamped New Orleans. And that is the story that no one is reporting.

Source: TIA Daily -- September 2, 2005

Where's a Guillotine

When you need one?

Plague of Fruit Flies in Asheville

At this point it's apparent that Asheville has pissed of God. Earthquake, volcano, and now fruit flies. They are fucking everwhere, thick black clouds covering everything. What little food we had left is now swarming with these damn things. That's it, I've had it.

I'm going shopping.

not as hairy as Ldon, but better than gene and T

Johnny T, your bitch ass still cant grow hair, shit even my candy ass has got a bitchen goatee, quit being a pussy and come on down to the south for a family reunion or at least the 2ed annual keg of woods in the beer, i will be back around the 18th or 25th, who knows, get me out of this shit hole, jeb, i want to go to chile. O

This makes me think of Jeb and all his friendly fishing guides loveing each other in a cabin all summer.

In honor of Kenny,


http://www.geocities.com/WestHollywood/Heights/3025/

Volcano in Asheville

Yall, this may be my last post. It turns out Beaucatcher Ridge was on top of a hidden fault line. The intense earthquake we had a little while ago apparently shook up some lava down in the fault, and just an hour ago it exploded out of the fucking hole they cut in the ridge for 240.

The lavas been running quickly down 240 on both sides of the ridge, pooling at the gas stations at the bottom of the hill. The bridges may collapse at any time. I'm cut off from down town, but it doesn't matter, I heard that the explosion leveled what the earthquake already loosened. Can't get to Walmart in east asheville, Ingle's has been cleared out. Thanks to that hurricane we've been without gas for days now, I've got only a few gallons, not enough to escape.

Shit, power just went out, my batteries will only last for half an hour. Dave's gone berserk, he's stabbing everyone he can find just like he said he would. I'd hate to be an SUV driver right now. I'm seriously considering raiding my neighbor's house to see if I can find any food, or stealing a car to get the hell out of here.

Jeb, don't come back dude, stay the fuck away. Obviously God is pissed at Asheville and New Orleans, punishing us for our sinful ways. Who know's what'll happen next.

I just heard on the radio that the volcanoe's intensified. What should I do? fuck, if I wait for help I'll be dead. Guess its survival of the fittest now.

See yall in hell.

*DISCLAIMER. This story is not true, not a single word of it.

New found love

Nope not a girl. Surprise, I suppose now I have the cynical feelings about women as our dear friend Jeb has had in the past and may still possess. A fine mix between adoring them all and knowing they will fuck with you in a heart beat and usually have some type of emotional problem. My new found love is live music on the internet at Archive.org Go to the audio section and there are thousands of live shows you can stream or download. I tend to listen to Grateful Dead, Bela Fleck, Cold Play, Donna and the Buffalo and lectures on Buddhism. Check it out. And everything in my life is great, at least after a few beers. I am teaching a class, taking a finance class and working at an outdoor shop. Not sure if I am going to make it down there this fall unless someone can buy me a plane ticket to CLT and pick me up about 160 bucks. If not whoever wants can meet up in South America in Jan or Feb.

growin' beards with pride

Sup bitches, so dave and amos and i have been hanging out with ole red beard all night and we decided that the family would be much more attractive, not to mention feircer, if we all had bitchin beards like red beard. So we hereby pass a decree, and for further knowledge a decree must be passed by no less than three family members simultaneously in congress, that all family members shall hereby forgo shaving on the first wednesday of september and not recommence shaving until further notified by three or more family members simultaneously in congress, as stated above. Shaving below the adams apple will be allowed, due to the voracious hair growth of some family members which will remail unnamed. See yalls hairry asses soon. lata
L-don