I've just turned 25. There's something about breaching the half-way to 30 mark that makes a man stop and think. The strange thing is that I didn't know where my life would be at 25. I didn't have some big goal that I failed to reach, but nevertheless, I have this feeling of emptiness, like I fell short. Maybe it was the lack of goal that is the ( Read more... )

Have you ever wondered that if al-Qaeda is this super-organization, highly capable with sleeper cells around the world, global in scope, proficient in international drug and arms trade, then why don't they attack more often within U.S. soil? How difficult would it be for them to rain terror upon us in major U.S. cities on a weekly basis? How ( Read more... )

Stalling now, I suppose. I could be turning another page in one of my textbooks, or cleaning off the scattered fast-food cups and bags off my desk, or reciting outlines and planning another study session. In my old room of my aparment, a former tenant had painted the word "You Should Be Working" on the windowsill. I painted over it. I wondered ( Read more... )

Penance is easy. Say five our fathers, or whatever number of prayers you have to say, and you're done. Fin. Hercules went temporarily insane and slew his family. In penance for his actions, he had to commit the great 10 (eventually became 12) great labors, which in the end, forged him into one of Greece's greatest heros ( Read more... )

Though blindsided slightly with the exuberance of victory for change, I pray that these changes prove more than superficial. The true test lies ahead, as the Democrats have a chance to prove a different policy, a different approach, a lack of corruption, etc etc etc. But let's not forget how the Democrats lost control of Congress back in 1994. ( Read more... )

The Arvest ATM on 12th and Lindsey ate my ATM card today, leaving me on a Saturday evening without any way to withdraw funds or even try to obtain a new card until Monday. As I frantically pressed every button on the machine to return my card, one emblem caught my eye, gleaming in the street light - "Diebold ( Read more... )

I haven't written an update in ages. My eyes have been glued to every internet news source, encyclopedia, and blog I could get my T-3 line tuned into in order to ascertain, well, what the hell is going on. One of the more interesting exercises in world-wide propaganda studies is simply flipping back and forth between CNN and Al-Jazeera. Both ( Read more... )

The hard punk has mo-hawk with a nose piercing to make his grandma cry. The emo has the look of an adrongynous crying alien. The country bumpkin line-dances with hat and boots. But the songs sing of heartbreak. Of systems that crush them, of love and loss. And each don their fasion that makes them accepted, makes them feel loved. They spout ( Read more... )

There gapes open a room, splayed with wretched secrets. It's contents - people groping over chairs and sofas, kick their secrets under the couch, under the rug, under anything that can possibly be tossed to the side. Precious vases and art plunge to the floor as they kick over armstands and tables, wrenching paintings off the wall to find safes ( Read more... )

In a couple days it will be gone. A relic of my past and present that has been nixed, eliminated, promised to be ushered into non-existence. Ladies and gentlemen, the IHOP smoking section has been cancelled. And I suppose this state law eliminates the Denny's smoking section, resting just a little ways away. These smoking sections were more ( Read more... )