I don’t believe that time actually exists (and many physicists who work with quantum mechanics not only believe it too, but have proven it in experiments where doing something now changes something that had already happened in the past!).  Sometimes it seems like certain things that have happened to me very far apart in time are so closely related, or so unlikely, it seems like everything happened simultaneously.  One day I’m going to have to write about that in detail but let me give you the short version…

Obviously everything does interact to some extent with a clock or a calendar, but I believe in connections and I believe that they exist without regard to time and distance, through time (and space) and that those connections are what allows us, to an extent, more of an extent than most people realize, to make our own reality. Consider this: there are six billion people on the planet. There was one person among tens of millions of Blondie fans who became friends with the band and ended up making, owning, their official web site — and it is me.

I sent [Blondie guitarist and co-founder] Chris Stein a letter (through Chrysalis Records) that I typed on an old antique typewriter (older than my grandmother) in 1984, 85 maybe…

When I ended up friends with Chris, I would visit him and stay over at his apartment in NYC and sleep in his downstairs recording studio. Around 1992, maybe 93, on one of my first visits staying over, I was looking around, fascinated, all this stuff — everywhere — on the walls, on the floor, on every horizontal surface, in cabinets and drawers and just everywhere. And I was reading stuff on the walls and just shocked: there it was, my letter. Hanging on the fucking wall, next to a letter from the late artist Vali Myers who he named his child after.  So talk about a full circle moment, all of the things that had to happen not only for the letter to even be there, but imagine the fact that *I* ended up there to SEE IT.

Just received a terabyte drive from California, packed in a custom-sized box, with a foam block protecting the drive on the top, bottom, and THREE sides!! you have got to be kidding. wtf?

Needless to say, it doesn’t work. Beeps and clicks and you can’t even get into the system bios.

I am so busy, I have so much work I need to get done , lot of computer shit and that goddamn hard drive doesn’t work, fuck.  I am so screwed.  It’s a no returns ebay listing and I guarantee that hitachi will not replace an impact damaged drive because the seller didn’t pack it properly.  I feel another two-month long seller dispute brewing.  another $200 gone until then and I still don’t have the fucking drive.  I was up until almost 7am this morning again doing work and computer stuff, it’s like that almost every day, and each day the performance of the computers gets worse and worse with all these website add-ons like google instant, facebook chat and spell checkers and character counters, software updates, and ads pushed constantly.
Now my dad wants me to come visit sunday (which probably means sat. night late through sometime monday..) so i’m really feeling the time pressure.  if that’s not enough, the goddamn shower started leaking again (dripping).  I just fixed that damn thing last month and it took me almost two whole days, all day and six support calls.  I have no more parts so I had to call again today and order the parts (at least they’re free) and I *have* to fix it because if you don’t, the dripping water actually eats away the drain and it is almost impossible to fix.  The hot faucet in the kitchen sink also leaks water but only around the base of the handle when it’s on.  They sent me the parts for that too but I have no time to install them.  I don’t know what it is with me and water issues.  My house is only 13 years old and I have had nonstop problems with dripping faucets and at least seven *major* floods (with ceiling, floor, and/or furniture damage and even some of my posters and Blondie magazines).  Every time I hear water drip, I get like a cat that’s all poofed up!

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I don’t know who is playing a part in the dumbing down of the world (or behind it) but I’m not buying any shares in that!

so so what
I am a rock star!
I got my rock moves!

Never ceases to amaze me that people could be intimate and then hate each other.

The only rational explanation I have for this is that the person you were with hates themself (or more accurate: hates the self), except for the obvious case where abuse is involved.

That’s going to take some effort to research and write about.

At least one of my friends who really “gets me” gave me the DSM-4 for a birthday present!

This thought is almost enough to inspire me to read it and see what scientists and professionals have written on the subject.  I know I’m baffled.

10/3/10 around 3:30am

I am 99% sure that hearing intense electrical buzzing noises and seeing flashes of brilliant white light emanating from my microwave a few minutes ago means I’m probably going shopping for a new one later today, first thing after coffee.  Ruint.  At least there wasn’t an explosion like last time.