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(no subject) [Apr. 17th, 2011|10:15 pm]
D. K. Money
[music |The Pains of Being Pure at Heart - Heart in Your Heartbreak]

My WhineJournal has been pretty gloomy lately. Sorry about that, guys. So here's a recipe for a completely delicious sandwich I've been making lately.

Take two slices of whole wheat bread and toast them. Smear horseradish on one side and a wedge of Laughing Cow Garlic and Herb cheese on the other side. Then put 2-3 slices of deli ham and/or turkey breast, a slice of tomato, and a few leaves of lettuce on it (romaine is cool but iceberg works and is way less expensive).

I pack this sucker for lunch several times per week and it is SO DELICIOUS AND HEALTHY. For real. The cheese is only 35 calories, compared to 90 for a slice of mozzarella and 140 for a slice of havarti. Two slices of whole wheat bread ends up being 200 calories, so the whole thing clocks in around 400-500 calories depending on the meat you use. If you were really clever I bet you could grill it, use sourdough bread instead, and get pesto involved somehow. You know, panini-ize it. Catch me leanin in Little Italy like I was Pisa.

This is strictly a sandwich post, FUCK YOU if you want to talk about anything else!!!!
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(no subject) [Dec. 6th, 2010|10:06 pm]
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The main reason why I hate people is that they select their friends based on what advantages that "friend" can provide them. Many people would rather have a prestigious friend than a dedicated friend. So many people have a thought process that begins with "We make each other laugh and have common interests, but my social stock would decrease if I was seen in public with him/her." It makes me sad to imagine that many people will live their entire lives without ever having a real friend. One of my best friends is a loyal 350-pound nerdy Cuban dude and I wouldn't trade him for anything in the world.
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(no subject) [Jun. 21st, 2010|10:35 pm]
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For a night and a day the girl kept her vigil, then retired into the tent. She still would not cry, word went about, nor would she eat. K's first thought every morning was: Will I see her today? She was short and fat; no one knew for sure who the father of the child had been, though it was rumoured that he was away in the mountains. K wondered whether he was at last in love. Then after three days the girl re-emerged and resumed her life. Seeing her in the midst of other people, K could detect no sign that she was different from them. He never spoke to her.

J. M. Coetzee, "The Life and Times of Michael K." It was originally an assignment in 10th grade IB English. I read it again over the weekend while I was in town for the IB Grand Reunion, and I was reminded of why I loved this particular book so much, and why it towered over the rest of the comparatively tepid assigned books like Pride and Prejudice.

Everyone seemed to be doing well. All the guys looked so slick, and all the girls were so beautiful. After all this time, no one cared that I was weird, and no one cared that I had dropped out. We all stood tall as we were photographed, arms draped around each other, as equals.

I used to have a recurring dream where I went back to Rickards to finish my IB diploma. A man in his mid-20s sitting at a rickety desk amidst a bunch of 15-year-olds, swallowing his pride and quietly doing his assignments. You really don't need to be trained in psychoanalysis to tell me what that one means. IB was my first foray into spectacular, soul-crushing failure, where there was no one was to blame but myself. Yet I really needed that experience. Letting down Dr. Newman after she put so much faith in me was an awful feeling that I never wanted to experience again. I would not have my present successes without my previous failures. The reunion provided a much-needed capstone on the best and worst years of my life.

I need to find more excuses to wear my new suits. Something about a slick suit with a few well-placed accessories gives me a shot of confidence. I wonder if I would look like a douchebag if I showed up to a bar wearing one. Wearing it to work is out of the question, too, I'd be teased so hard.
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(no subject) [Jun. 11th, 2010|08:17 pm]
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Austin has a lot of "crazy" people. People who walk around downtown, aimless and alone, talking out loud about dreamcatchers and sports games from the 70's. I always assumed that they were mentally unbalanced, but sometimes I wonder if they aren't just people who got sick of pretending and said fuck it, I'm just going to be myself without giving a shit what anyone else thinks.

I'm a weirdo. I do not understand social customs. I can rarely deduce a person's motives - something as simple as saying hello to a co-worker is extremely awkward for me. This is why social situations are so stressful for me unless I know 100% that I'm on the same wavelength as the other person. Even then, I'm still a weirdo. I feel like a foreigner who has read a pamphlet on Japanese culture and walks around bowing to everyone and using inappropriate honorifics. You can explain this stuff to me, but I'm not going to "get" it.

Sometimes I wonder if I wouldn't be better off if I threw away society's expectations of "normal" behavior and just acted naturally, giving up the hope of normal social interactions in the process. Life has been a long, steady grind of being crushed by rules. Maybe it's time that I just admit that I'm never going to be "normal" and run with it.
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(no subject) [Jun. 10th, 2010|10:59 pm]
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In case you've been out of the loop, the video game I'm working on is Star Wars: The Force Unleashed II.


10 years ago, I was a lonely, awkward, depressed nerd with a Star Wars obsession, who was failing out of school and had a dubious future. Now, my fingerprints are all over a Star Wars game, and my name is in the credits. This is literally the manifestation of my wildest childhood dream. How ya like me now?
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(no subject) [Jun. 7th, 2010|09:10 pm]
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Having considered myself a libertarian for several years, I now feel compelled to renounce libertarianism.

On paper, it sounded great - limit government intervention except where absolutely necessary, don't interfere with functioning markets, and do not try to legislate morality (abortion, drugs, gay marriage, etc). Libertarians are sometimes described as having "Republican smarts with Democrat hearts" - I prefer to describe them as "Republicans who do drugs."

I sympathize with Rand Paul's recent struggles. If you're not familiar, he is the Republican Senate candidate for Kentucky, and he recently made a rather bold political statement about the Civil Rights Act, stating that he doesn't think that the government has the authority to command a private business to desegregate. Now, he had absolutely nothing to gain from making this statement, and it was refreshingly candid. At least someone is sticking to their principles rather than disingenuously swerving all over the political spectrum in an attempt to garner votes (HELLO JOHN MCCAIN). Additionally, this has mainly been an exercise in political thought; no one is seriously talking about repealing any part of the Civil Rights Act.

However, this whole fiasco about Paul's comments on the Civil Rights Act has only served to illustrate how libertarian ideology is powerless at effecting social change. The free market had 100 years to desegregate lunch counters in Alabama. Rand Paul's blind faith in the supposedly omnipotent power of the market only works if you assume that every actor in the market is seeking to maximize profit. The South very clearly valued a rigid social hierarchy over the dollars of potential black patrons. Even so, a restaurant would probably have gone out of business in the South if it integrated voluntarily - by gaining black customers, they would lose all of their white customers as long as there was a viable segregated alternative!

This, in part, has made me realize that libertarianism is ultimately a futile academic exercise. Corporations are amoral entities that are solely focused on maximizing profits, like an animal blindly seeking its next meal. Sometimes this can bring positive side effects, such as many of the technological wonders that have improved our lives in recent years. But if you could make huge amounts of money by torturing puppies, someone would do it until they were forced to stop.
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(no subject) [May. 14th, 2010|11:56 pm]
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If you have played Persona 3, you will understand why this is the best picture ever created.Collapse )
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(no subject) [Apr. 17th, 2010|06:40 pm]
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Woo-hoo! I found a bro friend by basically just cold-calling on 4chan. The internet is a wonderful place (sometimes).
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(no subject) [Apr. 16th, 2010|08:17 pm]
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Realize I haven't had friends in years. Go to Craigslist's "strictly platonic" section and search for "nerd." Find posts along the lines of "NO FUCKIN NERDS." Sad face.
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as long as it's not bigger than mine [Mar. 19th, 2010|10:47 pm]
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