Monday, June 04, 2007

I through the word "merely" about far too much. I blame C.S. Lewis, or at least my penchant for reading so much of him.

In any case, I've promised my "Heart of the Artist" crew that I would start putting up some "quality" postings. This, most likely, will not be one of them. But it is forcing me to put words to paper, electrons to liquid crystal, etc.

I've been finding, in the midst of the Heart of the Artist study, that most passions form some type of art. I choose an engineering degree and computer field of employment, but much of what I see people doing could apply to art. I suppose there is a differnce between those who code or hack and those that use some form of elegancy to their skill. A difference between skill and art? Quite possibly.

This writing is hardly art. At best I am a child stringing together what thoughts I have using the vocabulary of others, at worst? Copying and pasting what I think is of literary worth. There are certain words that always seem to appear together, such as "torn asunder." My writing is but a pairing of thoughts pressed into a play-doh mold.

Ok, it probably isnt' that bad. My hope is to improve it by any means.

So there... I've written something. Not what I call worthy of a web site called "Agape's Stable" but far more worthwhile than silence.

Monday, April 23, 2007

Teilhard de Chardin:

"After we have mastered the winds, the waves, the tides, and gravity, we shall harness the energies of love. Then for the second time in history, man will have discovered fire."

Friday, March 30, 2007

*cough, kawf*

What is this, dust? Oh, cobwebs! Good grief, doesn't somebody live here?

It's been, what... six months since I've posted? Hrmmm... At least I remember the password, but I bet I've dropped off the radar... not that I was ever a big enough blip on the radar to begin with.

Anyway, I supposed a bit of a "programming change" as well as a site redesign would help in keeping me more active. Still though... I look around at most other blogger's sites with envy... they tend to have really cool thoughts and perspectives, or they are counter-culture. But mine tend to be pretty normal, with not much to say but parrot others.

Maybe one day that might be different, but not today.

Still though, I might as well write. If I write only for an audience I become the pretentious media-whore that I've always had a mild disliking to.

blither, blither, blither

Monday, September 18, 2006

I'm It

So I was tagged a few weeks ago and I've been slacking. So here's my "ever-so-interesting" responses:

1. Three things that scare me: contracting some form of dementia, suffering unchecked, being buried alive

2. Three people who make me laugh: Brian Regan, Mike Bergeson, The Muse of Irony

3. Three things I hate the most: an overabundance of selfishness, hypocricy, lack of empathy

4. Three things I don't understand: free-will vs. predestination, how the brain processes information, tabloids

5. Three things I'm doing right now: thinking about my next meal, managing workflow, taking notes

6. Three things I want to do before I die: skydive, sponsor a library, have a family

7. Three things I can do: research, fix computers, fly a kite

8. Three ways to describe my personality: calm, understanding, witty

9. Three things I can't do: read music, drive stick, small talk

10. Three things I think you should listen to: U2, George Handel, Weird Al Yankovic

11. Three things you should never listen to: Pussycat Dolls, Muzac, ?

12. Three things I'd like to learn: play the violin, read greek, to dance

13. Three favorite foods: pizza, turkey, corn on the cob

14. Three beverages I drink regularly: water, protein shake, diet coke

15. Three shows I watched as a kid: A-Team, Quantam Leap, Perfect Stangers

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Hurricane Love

I really do intend to blog out some of my experiences of the past week, but I really have been too distracted as of late to really put down all that I intend to say. I'll get to it soon, but work is hectic and summer is almost ending.

But I did put together something at the request of another friend in response to the Spike Lee documentary on Hurrican Katrina. I haven't seen the movie, but was asked to post my perspective of New Orleans a year after the hurricanes Katrina and Rita hit, so I am posting that:

I'll preface all that I say by the statement that I can only speak from what I have personally seen. I've been down to New Orleans twice (December '05, August '06) and going back in December '06. If anyone else wants to go, let me know.

The city of New Orleans itself seems to have recovered for the most part. We visited the French quarter and it is clean and functional. There are still restaurants and shops that haven't opened yet, and I assume that's because tourism hasn't been fully restored. But people still come, and there's musicians and artists and dancing in the streets.

The lower 9th Ward is a different story, and much of it still looks like what I saw over sixmonths ago. They aren't even attempting to restore much of it and are bulldozing whole neighborhoods. The 9th Ward is probably the poorest part of New Orleans.

Our team worked in Saint Bernard Parish, which is east of New Orleans and about 50 miles west of the ocean. It's recovering but slowly. We've worked to clean/mud out houses for Caucasians, African Americans, and even Spanish Cajuns. Talking to them and then hearing from the "political and social leaders" of our country is enough to make one vomit. The people of Saint Bernard's Parish seem to have a wider and more honest view of who's to blame and have a good sense of humor about it. There's also a frustration with the insurance companies. The area is above sea level, so the insurance agencies were able to convince people to forego flood insurance. The insurance agencies are now claiming that the floods caused the damage, not the hurricane, so they won't pay to clear out and detoxify homes, just rebuilding.

Everyone there has a story about themselves or someone they know packing up and moving out 2 days early and knowing people who stayed behind, listening to the radio. One guy we talked to watched it come in on the radar and finally decided to get out of Dodge at 5:30am. He had to stop his wife from trying to pack up the whole house. This tells me that people had enough forewarning to make a personal decision on leaving or staying behind.

America currently is suffering from this disease that selects an object of scorn and attaches all sorts of blame to it. Honestly there's portions of every group that seem to be doing it whether they Christian, Atheist, Homosexual, black, Republican, Apple enthusiast, etc. It's scary in the sense that it's similar to what Hitler did to the Jews. A crass and offensive comparison, I know but I think it starts with such generalizations. In this case everything is George Bush's (or his parties) fault. The people that I have talked to in New Orleans don't necessarily see it that way. They are frustrated with FEMA (t-shirts now read: Fix Everything My Ass) and their local government (t-shirts that show Ray Nagin, Michael Brown, etc. as the new MOD Squad). Most of St. Bernard's parish survived the hurricane, it was the flood that was the problem. After the hurricane a 30 foot wave crashed over the levee's and flooded the area up to 15 feet, which drained to 8 feet and then stayed there for 2 weeks. Even if the levee's held, I don't think it would have helped much, and may have kept the water in longer.

Who's to blame for the levee's? Not sure, but the bigger problem was that the storm surge traveled up the Mississippi River-Gulf Outlet Canal which was built for commerce. Hurricane Betsy (1965) was a pretty powerful storm but the damage due to flooding was far less because the Mississippi River-Gulf Outlet Canal wasn't as wide as it is now due to erosion. Again, the devastation is a compounded problem, larger then any one man, governing body or generation.

Even so, in rebuilding there are problems on the local level. New Orleans is one of the most corrupt cities in America and little is done without the appropriate bribes. We had an issue back in December where we couldn't start work on a house until we "greased the skids" before hand. The local inspectors were dirty, it was the state and federal inspectors that we had no problems working with.

But the people themselves are coping. There's about 7,000 people living in the Parish now and 20,000 commuting each day. All of the government agencies that were helping and the majority of the charity groups have pulled out, it's pretty much just the faith-based groups that are sticking around, and the people are appreciative. We had all kinds of invitations to come sit with people, use their pool, us their shade, whatever they had available. People would drive up to the work site, and come out and thank us all for what we were doing. No racism, no prejudice, it was humanity pulling together, and it was awesome. It actually made it hard to want to come back and "plug into normal life" once more.

Part of the problem is that our brains are too small. There are people making assumptions that what happened in New Orleans is the same that happened in St. Bernard’s Parish, is the same that happened in Mississippi and is the same that happened in Alabama. That's just not the case, every parish and county seemed to have a different set of circumstances that made it difficult to establish some sort of cookie-cutter solution. Federal government could give supplies and man-power, but it would have to be the local government that made decisions and implemented any sort of evacuation or preparatory plan. Apparently Spike Lee, Jesse Jackson, Al Sharpton and others don't quite get that. Or worse, they get it but it doesn't help their agenda. That is a judgment on my part, but I still stand by my statement that our brains are too small. That's just an observation. What the world thought it saw on those days is may not be what truly happened. The news media did a horrible job covering the event and just focused on the more "sensational aspects" as a ploy to grab ratings. Often times they were unaware of what location they were actually filming and blanketed whole cities with their conclusive commentary. I've got the same problem too, I just can't fathom all that went on and no one likes to admit that there are powers that exist out there (intelligent or not) that are even beyondthe scope and abilities of what is the most powerful entity in their own existence: their country. Blaming someone make people comfortable because they have a thin facade of control.

I was just reading the description of Spike Lee's documentary. Although the words are stirring, it doesn't sound like a fair representation. To see the phrase "Lee was so intensely committed to his vision of the project..." to me paints a picture of someone who won't let the facts get in the way of a good story. I really hope it is balanced but Why is there a need to bring in celebraties who weren't there? What the city needs is not more finger pointing in a catestrophe that could not be avoided in order to progress a system agendas. What it needs is people who are committed to overcoming the events of that day, setting aside personal wishes and vendetta's against others who may think differently. And none of this should come from the government, because it is the populace who are ultimately responsible in our representative democracy. And in such a case we must examine ourselves and see if it is our hearts that are too small.

Saturday, August 05, 2006

Talk Nerdy to Me

Can't say much right now, I'm currently chilling in Las Vegas, taking part in both Black Hat and Defcon: two computer security related conventions. One is pointed more toward professionals, and the other is... well... a three day party centered around hacking and other assorted geekery.

Sunday it's off to New Orleans. Summer adventure abounds.

Friday, July 28, 2006

Summer Love

No, this won't be one of those kinds of entries. But I have a high level of appreciation for the four seasons. Not Frankie Valley and his band; that would be my parents blog (but I do enjoy some of their songs). But the actual changing of the climates is something that I always look forward to. Each period has its own mood, fashions, nostalgia and even foods. I would probably go mad if I lived in a place that the seasons weren't perceivably present.

It struck me a few days ago what I love best about Summer and what epitomizes the season for me. I love the fruits that come with Summer. I could probably spend a bulk of the season eating fresh strawberries, sitting in a hammock and reading, with a gentle breeze to keep things cool. Add to that a tall glass of lemonade and it's just about perfect. Summer to me was always about freedom. The sun was allowed to stay out as late as I; nor was I trapped in school... The weather itself seemed untamed. It would scorch away for hours only to be interrupted by crazy violent storms and then forced to contend with lake inspired breeze. It was never half-way, Summer is a man of adventure.

If I had to pick my favorite season, it would have to be Fall. I love the transition. Although nature seems to know that deep sleep is just around the corner, it rallies on with an incredible cacophony of color. Green may mean life for spring and Summer, but I find the greater beauty in the harvest. The trees seem ablaze with incandescent leaves, apples seem redder to me... Fall's tender embrace lingers as the temperatures begin to drop. She's done all she can to prepare the world for the encroaching icy underworld. Autumn whispers her good-byes with a mixture of sadness and whimsy in her voice, like lovers parting. A barren wilderness of cold may lie ahead, but there is promise of the spring.

Winter, to many, represents death, but to me there's always been the hope of life returning anew after the deep slumber. Old Man Winter ushers away life to its places of hibernating refuge, and in enters a fierce chill with a blanket of white and frost to entomb. The white is pure though, and means no malice. It is the way of things, all is to be replenished. Winter is a stern master. Not cruel, but shows no leniency in his dealings with those who would trifle about. He has his moments of mirth though. Snow is a weather to be enjoyed with sleds, skates and skis. Father Christmas has chosen this season to arrive with a sort of solemn mirth and sober joy. Such things are not to be taken for granted. And through it all a New Year begins. Only after seeing it on its way does Old Man Winter stand aside and let Spring enter.

Spring has a hard task, life must re-awaken and grow and mature. And so Spring's troupe enters with satyr's and dryads and nymphs calling forth life once again. It is a dance, and song and play all at once. Life has been reborn and must again grow and mature. It is the true reincarnation, what was once thought gone has come forth. Spring has a spirit of playful innocence and a purity grown from the melted snows of Winter. And from Spring comes the strength of Summer.

So I now feel compelled to turn off the computer and go out and enjoy it!