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Blog 09-05-02 It's late as fuck (5am!), I finally figured out how to reformat this other computer that I've been working on, and it's all coming together. Funny how things work. Sometimes you just have to lay it all down and revisit it later for it all to come together and work. Working on these freaking things can be a real mystery. In any case, trying to hook up a friend with this old computer. Should help her out in school. Been trying to get out of work to go on this trip. Will be hard since I just got back from a vacation. I don't want to talk about it too much as I don't want to jinx it. But if it turns out to be 100% legit, than its a sweet deal to get out of country for about a week. Just got back from Boston, which was cool. Met some good people out there doing good work. Not too into traveling these days but it was alright. Wasn't able to see my favorite girl out there so that kinda sucked. Haven't been able to work on the site so much. Been busy with work. But trying to maintain a positive outlook on life, which I was thinking about while on vacation. Work to live, don't live to work! 09-12-02 I couldn't quite bring myself to watch many of the 9-11 specials yesterday. It was bad enough I decided to attend a "community" forum at the Los Angeles Times where reporters talked about the impacts of 9-11 on their lives and work. The event was interesting in that regard, but it wasn't as interactive as I would have hoped. Also, I don't feel that people really challenged the complicity of the media in fueling the backlash that ensued where innocent South Asian, Middle Eastern, and Muslim people were targeted following the attacks. Why didn't the media challenge the media blackout (or "whiteout") that ensued in coverage of the War in Afghanistan? Why didn't we get to learn about what really happened on the ground, in terms of the thousands of civilians who were probably needlessly killed in the bombing that took place? On the domestic front other questions still remain: Who the hell was sending anthrax letters through the mail, when they have already determined that the anthrax was most likely homegrown, and of a specific grade and nature only available in top-level U.S. security installations, accessible to only a select few people? Also, why hasn't there been more of an uproar about Ashcroft's comments about setting up concentration camps in the US to imprison suspected terrorists? The sadness and loss of life around the attacks in New York (which is more moving to me than the attacks on the Pentagon), are hard to measure. Yesterday was an emotional day of mourning, not just for the people who needlessly died on 9-11, but for those who needlessly died in the backlash, those who needlessly died in Afghanistan, and those who will probably die if and when the War on Iraq gets off the ground. This sadness was compounded by the feeling that I am unable to express my grief for what happened without some administration official trying to use my sadness and the sadness of the nation to justify their own aggression in Iraq and other places. This is an attitude that just makes me sick and disgusted. I can only hope that other people share this same feeling, and that we are able to organize ourselves and voice our opinions. For me, while I think it is important to find those people responsible for the attacks of 9-11, I do not think that these actions can be considered "state-sponsored terrorism," but are more likely actions carried out by a small committed group of people that feel cut off from the political process. And as such needs an appropriate response. And that response is not a unilateral war against an unknown, indescribable enemy without end. 09-14-02 Today started out pretty cool. Despite drinking like a fish last night I only had a slight hangover. Put up some poetry on site. Called up my phone company and will probably get another $50 off the price of my newly acquired phone. Going to work out and relax. Been thinking about getting on the ball to do some neat art pieces. Blah. 09-15-02 Today we're going to play a little game called "I Remember. . ." I remember when socks came with stripes on them. I remember when comic books cost $.35 and actually had a good plotline and message. I remember when cable TV meant either OnTV or SelecTV and only had one channel. I remember when my friends and I would waste hours at an arcade on a single $10 role of quarters. I remember when being in the presence of a girl I had a crush on would make me too nervous and awkward to even be able to speak. I remember when me and my friends would tag our pants by tucking them in and rolling them up in a thin crease. I remember when deposits and withdrawals to a savings account would be kept in a logbook. I remember paying for practically everything with cash. I remember when Atari was king. I remember thin ties. I remember a time before crappy propogandaish "reality-based" TV shows like COPS and Real Stories of the Highway Patrol. I remember when digital watches first came out and everyone thought they were so cool. I remember when riding a bicycle without a helmet wasn't a crime. I remember when people wore blazers over T-shirts and thought they were like Miami Vice. I remember Members Only jackets. I remember having to get up from the couch to change the channel on the TV. I remember when movie theaters didn't play commercials. I remember when MTV played videos non-stop. I remember when people actually wrote letters to each other. I remember when VHS and Betamax were battling for ultimate home video supremacy. I remember. . . I remember. . . I remember. . . 09-16-02 Just a little side note: Am I the only person out here who wants to kick the shit out of Eminem or what? More op-ed pieces are up and also some feature articles. Geez. Years of my shit. Kinda weird looking back. . . 09-21-02 Put up more op-ed pieces, more feature articles, and more stuff from the old issues of The World Is Yours! It's pretty exciting to think back on those days and to remember the positive response that we got from the community for putting out the 'zine. Ah, the memories. . . 09-25-02 This last saturday I got into a fight with some stupid white guy who called me a gook. It's been about a year or two since I've been called a name by some racist fuck, so I guess I was bound to hear some ignorant hick say something stupid like this sooner or later. But the difference this time is that he didn't get away with it and we had it out. I think it's amazing how these racist fucks will never say these things to your face when you challenge them on it, but always try to say it as some kind of parting glance as you're leaving. I have no illusions about how racist and backwards this country continues to be. And they expect me to be proud to be an Amerikan. . .
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