seeing as I've got the time
here's a damn update.
Coming to you live from the Oviatt computer lab at CSUN. I'm awaiting 6:00 so I can get a lab finished up for ECE.
I laughed this morning when Kent Shocknek proudly touted full coverage of Johnny Cochran's funeral. He was a man. He was good at what he did. Is it necessary to cover his funeral on the evening news? Perhaps.
There is so much death in the media this week. Pope John Paul, Terry Shiavo, Johnny Cochran, Mitch Hedberg. There's something almost amusing in just the mention of those four names in the same sentence. So much controversy and influence. Are they in a better place?
The wonder of where we're going in this universe always rises with the deathdoll. I'd like to think that we're all headed to a better place, for Terry's sake, for Lori Jan's sake, for everyone whose life was cut short. I hate to chalk it all up to chance and random occurence. Some would say that it's all part of a plan. I hope to understand that plan some day. There are so many things even in my own life that I could blame on fate, destiny, or a magical man in the sky. I can't prove the existence of such phenomena, fate and the like. I think sometimes humans believe themselves to be more significant in the plan than others. People don't like to hear that they are insignificant, but I can deal with it. That being said, I am living my life for no one, but myself. Not for God or a supreme being, not for my family, not for my country.
Am I sorry for those lives that have been cut short? I think that's the wrong question to ask. I think the right question to ask is whether or not those live were lived to the absolute fullest capabilities of the individuals in question. Did John Paul lead his ideal life? Were the years leading up to Terry's coma full of smiles? Did Cochran and Hedberg lead their lives by their rules?
Instead of grieving, let's take away the lesson that we need to take all the chances and do what we have to keep ourselves happy. Let's be good humans. Let us 'live like there is no tomorrow, work like we don't need the money, and love like we've never been hurt before.'
Life is good. School is challenging, work is scant but paying the bills just fine, and I'm happy as hell. I feel full. I am full of joy, full of love, full of life.
It's Nikki's fault I feel so good. She's just so damn amazing. As satisfying as it is having a girl like her by my side, it is just as satisfying knowing I am providing her the same happiness.
You guys have a great day. Life goes on.
Coming to you live from the Oviatt computer lab at CSUN. I'm awaiting 6:00 so I can get a lab finished up for ECE.
I laughed this morning when Kent Shocknek proudly touted full coverage of Johnny Cochran's funeral. He was a man. He was good at what he did. Is it necessary to cover his funeral on the evening news? Perhaps.
There is so much death in the media this week. Pope John Paul, Terry Shiavo, Johnny Cochran, Mitch Hedberg. There's something almost amusing in just the mention of those four names in the same sentence. So much controversy and influence. Are they in a better place?
The wonder of where we're going in this universe always rises with the deathdoll. I'd like to think that we're all headed to a better place, for Terry's sake, for Lori Jan's sake, for everyone whose life was cut short. I hate to chalk it all up to chance and random occurence. Some would say that it's all part of a plan. I hope to understand that plan some day. There are so many things even in my own life that I could blame on fate, destiny, or a magical man in the sky. I can't prove the existence of such phenomena, fate and the like. I think sometimes humans believe themselves to be more significant in the plan than others. People don't like to hear that they are insignificant, but I can deal with it. That being said, I am living my life for no one, but myself. Not for God or a supreme being, not for my family, not for my country.
Am I sorry for those lives that have been cut short? I think that's the wrong question to ask. I think the right question to ask is whether or not those live were lived to the absolute fullest capabilities of the individuals in question. Did John Paul lead his ideal life? Were the years leading up to Terry's coma full of smiles? Did Cochran and Hedberg lead their lives by their rules?
Instead of grieving, let's take away the lesson that we need to take all the chances and do what we have to keep ourselves happy. Let's be good humans. Let us 'live like there is no tomorrow, work like we don't need the money, and love like we've never been hurt before.'
Life is good. School is challenging, work is scant but paying the bills just fine, and I'm happy as hell. I feel full. I am full of joy, full of love, full of life.
It's Nikki's fault I feel so good. She's just so damn amazing. As satisfying as it is having a girl like her by my side, it is just as satisfying knowing I am providing her the same happiness.
You guys have a great day. Life goes on.