Sorry guys
My comp was in death throes and is now in the computer hospital. I have some other interesting ideas o share with you but first let me share with you this video:
It's very interesting, i don't know if it's senility or some form of alzheimer's--or perhaps it's all those years of partying catching up to him--but certainly there is a definite decline in his speech.
In more neighborhood related news, I had one of the scariest nights yet last Thursday which I may or may not go into detail later.
Fuck it.
There was a gunshot. Then several more. I went outside a few minutes later and the PPD (a Patty Wagon, a fw cruisers and officers on foot) were scanning our neighborhood. They came upon two of my neighbors and some other dudes and asked them to sit on our steps that we share with our neighbors. Apparently on eof the dudes on our very steps was searched and they found a gun on him. They then proceeded to calm him down. There were two upperclass looking dudes there too, who might have been trying to scare local dealers. I didn't sleep well that night and had my 9:00 am class the next day. which I through my clothes ona nd ran to. I then proceeded to watch "Children Underground," a documentary about Ceausescu born children living in a post-Ceasescu Train station in Bucharest. It was perhaps the msot depressing thing I've eevr seen. However what was worse was that because there was little to no levity to break the despair, you wanted to cry in the beginning but by the middle you were desensatized to not even care when a 14 year old girl is stomped by a grown man--or anything else that happens. After that I ran into a huge amount of problems trying to schedule my classes (I still haden't eaten all day) msotly due ot lack of computer. Finally I finished everythig and go to a lunch truck, trying to get some food. I think I have $5 but it's in my otherbag.
The Lunch cart people let me have the food anyway. And it's this very kind gesture that saved this day. I was in the middle of a shitstorm and these people--who clearly can't afford to throw away money on the onor of strangers helped me out, without even thinking. This is when I saw that for everything that happens in my neighborhood or in documentaries there is a fundamental kindness in people, whether it's the lunch truck woman taking an IOU for money, or the head of my program rying to fiigure out how to salvage my schedule for next quarter despite all the things she has to do.
I jsut think we need to excerise this instinct. We need to cultivate ou kindness and generoucity. Say hello to someone, even though you're busy and live in amajor city. help someone out without any sort of reembursement.
It's very interesting, i don't know if it's senility or some form of alzheimer's--or perhaps it's all those years of partying catching up to him--but certainly there is a definite decline in his speech.
In more neighborhood related news, I had one of the scariest nights yet last Thursday which I may or may not go into detail later.
Fuck it.
There was a gunshot. Then several more. I went outside a few minutes later and the PPD (a Patty Wagon, a fw cruisers and officers on foot) were scanning our neighborhood. They came upon two of my neighbors and some other dudes and asked them to sit on our steps that we share with our neighbors. Apparently on eof the dudes on our very steps was searched and they found a gun on him. They then proceeded to calm him down. There were two upperclass looking dudes there too, who might have been trying to scare local dealers. I didn't sleep well that night and had my 9:00 am class the next day. which I through my clothes ona nd ran to. I then proceeded to watch "Children Underground," a documentary about Ceausescu born children living in a post-Ceasescu Train station in Bucharest. It was perhaps the msot depressing thing I've eevr seen. However what was worse was that because there was little to no levity to break the despair, you wanted to cry in the beginning but by the middle you were desensatized to not even care when a 14 year old girl is stomped by a grown man--or anything else that happens. After that I ran into a huge amount of problems trying to schedule my classes (I still haden't eaten all day) msotly due ot lack of computer. Finally I finished everythig and go to a lunch truck, trying to get some food. I think I have $5 but it's in my otherbag.
The Lunch cart people let me have the food anyway. And it's this very kind gesture that saved this day. I was in the middle of a shitstorm and these people--who clearly can't afford to throw away money on the onor of strangers helped me out, without even thinking. This is when I saw that for everything that happens in my neighborhood or in documentaries there is a fundamental kindness in people, whether it's the lunch truck woman taking an IOU for money, or the head of my program rying to fiigure out how to salvage my schedule for next quarter despite all the things she has to do.
I jsut think we need to excerise this instinct. We need to cultivate ou kindness and generoucity. Say hello to someone, even though you're busy and live in amajor city. help someone out without any sort of reembursement.
posted by ESN-TNS at 12:10 PM
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Like we said last night...some people got class and some don't. Senseless acts of kindness and charity make the world go spinny-spinny.
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