Masked

Sat, 21 Nov 2009 23:26:53 GMT

I forgot what I was going to say.

Sun, 01 Mar 2009 02:05:22 GMT

When I was itty-bitty my dad used to sing to me Daddy Big Boots (Elvis Presley). I forgot about that until just now.

Tue, 09 Sep 2008 09:08:45 GMT

So, today was my first day at Maui School of Therapeutic Massage.

I think I'm going to like it here.

Sat, 08 Mar 2008 05:23:43 GMT

The thing about San Luis is that I just can't get lost here.

That's why I'm moving. Not school. And I'm tired of explaining to everyone why. Why everything. Why not? My thought process is... Santa Cruz, Portland, and Maui. And maybe then I'll settle down in Berkeley. Because I <3 elitist people.

Bitchcakes

Sun, 03 Feb 2008 03:54:40 GMT

How appropriate.

Follow-up 4/5/08:

I love that this keeps going... 6/6/08

Mon, 21 Jan 2008 00:57:17 GMT

Why is rent typically 200 dollars over that of a humanly decent price? I'm going to starve.

Tue, 15 Jan 2008 06:53:52 GMT

I'm trying to remember how to live life to the fullest.

Fri, 04 Jan 2008 22:26:42 GMT

I fell asleep last night in my clothes. I woke up this morning in them, brushed my teeth, bundled up, put on a hat, and went to get coffee. Then I went to Boston Bagel and got mushroom, tomato, sprouts on an everything bagel. My stomach is happy.

All I really need right now are rain boots.

Tue, 25 Dec 2007 02:07:10 GMT

I got a $20 tip today at work.

Sat, 15 Dec 2007 04:04:39 GMT

It's not the size of the tree, it's the flash of the bulb.

Wed, 28 Nov 2007 18:48:49 GMT

Why I don't watch the news

Wed, 18 Jul 2007 16:42:07 GMT

This is our weather man. Oh no, I mean, Meteorologist. It looks like he's about to shoot laser beams from his eyes. And then eat your offspring's heads.

I love Lamp.

Wed, 11 Jul 2007 18:53:43 GMT

I love Caffe Vanilla Frappuccino.

I hate that I spent the rest of my money on a fucking coffee drink. Goddamn you Starbucks for making me addicted to your sugary caffeineness.

Tue, 10 Jul 2007 08:31:10 GMT

I joined 43 Things. Currently, it's my 0 Things. I'll add stuff to it soon. It's on my list of to-do stuff that I am procrastinating getting done. Oh how sweet is I.

EDIT: I'm such a freaking geek. I was just looking through the other SLO locals, and lo and behold I recognize this face, so familiar... it is me. From 2005. How silly is that? I already have an account there. Ridiculousness that is Ashley.

Wed, 06 Jun 2007 21:06:28 GMT

Kindness to yourself and to others comes from a desire to support your own highest good and the highest good of others. When your highest priority is to support the highest good of all, you are naturally kind. You don’t even have to think about it. It flows easily when your deepest desire is to be a loving, caring person.

But when your deepest desire is to protect yourself from getting hurt, then your automatic choice, particularly in conflict, is likely to attempt to control – with anger, withdrawal, blame, judgment, compliance, or resistance.

I'm so tired of people trying to protect themselves. I've made some behavioral changes lately. That is, I walk into situations with an open mind and try to be kind to everyone around despite certain judgments and fears. The outcome has been both desirable and disappointing. I have been hurt. But only by those who aim to control. So I tune those out and concentrate on the good things that I've experienced. It's worth it. Every time.

Wed, 06 Jun 2007 04:51:45 GMT

A man whose family was German aristocracy prior to
World War 2 owned a number of large industries and
estates. When asked how many German people were true
Nazis, the answer he gave can guide our attitude
toward fanaticism.

"Very few people were true Nazis "he said," but many
enjoyed the return of German pride, and many more
were too busy to care. I was one of those who just
thought the Nazis were a bunch of fools. So, the
majority just sat back and let it all happen. Then,
before we knew it, they owned us, and we had lost
control, and the end of the world had come. My family
lost everything. I ended up in a concentration camp
and the Allies destroyed my factories."

We are told again and again by "experts" and "talking
heads" that Islam is the religion of peace, and that
the vast majority of Muslims just want to live in
peace.

Although this unqualified assertion may be true, it is
entirely irrelevant. It is meaningless fluff, meant to
make us feel better, and meant to somehow diminish
the specter of fanatics rampaging across the globe in
the
name of Islam. The fact is that the fanatics rule
Islam at this moment in history.

It is the fanatics who march.
It is the fanatics who wage any one of 50 shooting
wars worldwide.
It is the fanatics who systematically slaughter
Christian or tribal groups throughout Africa and are
gradually taking over the entire continent in an
Islamic wave.
It is the fanatics who bomb, behead, murder, or honor
kill.
It is the fanatics who take over mosque after mosque.
It is the fanatics who zealously spread the stoning
and hanging of rape victims and homosexuals.
The hard quantifiable fact is that the "peaceful
majority" the "silent majority" is cowed and
extraneous.

Communist Russia comprised Russians who just wanted to
live in peace, yet the Russian Communists were
responsible for the murder of about 20 million people.
The peaceful majority were irrelevant.

China's huge population, it was peaceful as well, but
Chinese Communists managed to kill a staggering 70
million people.

The average Japanese individual prior to World War 2
was not a warmongering sadist. Yet, Japan murdered and
slaughtered its way across South East Asia in an orgy
of killing that included the systematic murder of 12
million Chinese civilians; most killed by sword,
shovel and bayonet.

And, who can forget Rwanda, which collapsed into
butchery. Could it not be said that the majority of
Rwandans were "peace loving"?

History lessons are often incredibly simple and blunt,
yet for all our powers of reason we often miss the
most basic and uncomplicated of points: Peace-loving
Muslims have been made irrelevant by their silence.

Peace-loving Muslims will become our enemy if they
don't speak up, because like my friend from Germany,
they will awake one day and find that the fanatics
own them, and the end of their world will have begun.

Peace-loving Germans, Japanese, Chinese, Russians,
Rwandans, Serbs, Afghans, Iraqis, Palestinians,
Somalis, Nigerians, Algerians, and many others have
died because the peaceful majority did not speak up
until it was too late.

As for us who watch it all unfold; we must pay
attention to the only group that counts; the fanatics
who threaten our way of life.

Lastly, at the risk of offending, anyone who doubts
that the issue is serious and just deletes this email
without sending it on, can contribute to the
passiveness that allows the problems to expand.

So, extend yourself a bit and send this on and on and
on!! Let us hope that thousands, world wide, read this
- think about it - and send it on.

Sun, 03 Jun 2007 17:44:33 GMT

I want to see this soooo badly.

My favorite song in the entire world. Period.

Tue, 22 May 2007 20:55:47 GMT

It’s summertime
And the living is easy
The bees are jumping
And the cotton is high
Your daddy’s rich
And your mamma’s good looking
Would you hush pretty baby
Don’t you cry

One of these mornings
You’re going to wake up singing
There you’re going to spread wings
And take to the sky
But till that morning
Ain’t nothing, nothing going to harm you
With your mommy and daddy
There standing by

It’s summertime
And the living is easy
The bees are jumping
And the cotton is high
Your daddy’s rich
And your mamma’s good looking
Would you hush pretty baby
Don’t you cry

And truly, it is summertime.

Mon, 14 May 2007 04:42:05 GMT

Coming up soon, once finals are over and done with I've decided to start an art project: specially-made, personal postcards. And I will send them to people through snail mail, because receiving letters in the mail is the most fantastical thing ever. And once I get people's addresses, I may just decide to continue doing that until the day I die. Or something. Because I made one for my mom today and it looks amazing and I had bunches of fun making it. I was even thinking of just sending it to random people I've never met. I used to send penpal letters to elementary schools across the nation. [EDIT: When I was in 4th grade, not recently. I'm not some creepster, thanks.] I had one from Michigan and another from New York. It was an interesting experience. I wonder if its possible to do that... just write, 'Anyone, USA'. We'll see. Another thought, write down the song I'm listening to at the moment I'm making the card. Maybe create a design or image that goes along with the song...? Brainstorming artistic thoughts. Anyways, if anyone wants one, leave me your address. I'll preference the comments to be screened, so only I can see them.

Check the mood.

My horoscope

Wed, 02 May 2007 16:36:25 GMT

Your plans are up in the air and it really doesn't seem like you can do much to get closure on the uncertainty. It's not that you don't know what's happening. You have struggled to figure things out, and now that you know the score, you just don't know how to make it all work. Remember, relinquishing control doesn't mean you've failed. In fact, letting go at the right time is an act of grace.

I like.

Mon, 16 Apr 2007 22:45:11 GMT

I'm in Las Vegas. In a smoking room. We're getting it oxygenated in a little bit when we leave to get dinner. I'm kind of moody and sick of this city already. I can't believe Cassie lives here. I've gotten lost about 5 times in the past half hour, and I've been here before, I'm not a newb. Ridiculous.

Perhaps some roller coasters are in order...

Sat, 14 Apr 2007 14:59:06 GMT

Grandparents need to make the most of the time they have while their family is near. So... they started in on my mom again. "You need to be saved. If you are, the children will follow."; "Do you go to church?"; "Do you know the definition of grace?"; "I want to know that I'll see you in Heaven before I die." I'm scared to leave my room in fear they'll take advantage of another listening ear. It really is sad. I don't like to talk about religion too much. There are so many taboos and hypocritical people out there that it takes away from the real meanings and heart of the matter. My mom and I have the same views. In a compact version, I'd say we're spiritual and believe in something that is in every one of us and drives us to be/do good, and we believe everything is alive (trees, flowers, water, etc). I don't like categorizing, or putting a title on your beliefs. To each his own.

Eek! I'm coming home finally! Better get packing...

Sat, 14 Apr 2007 04:47:00 GMT

I miss Montana de Oro. I miss sunshine. I miss my super ultra messy Avalon.

Tomorrow's agenda: Leave before noon. Head towards St. Louis, Missouri. See the Arch. Continue on through Missouri, all the way to Kansas. Sleep.
I can't wait to see Colorado. More snow!!!

I miss my friends, a lot. Family time is good, but this is a bit much.

Fri, 13 Apr 2007 04:00:15 GMT

I'm much more comfortable on the road, different surroundings, different time, different people, than staying on the same stiff bed for 6 days.

Wed, 11 Apr 2007 16:42:45 GMT

I'm about to go out to lunch and meet the rest of Maxine's family. It's intimidating.

It's been interesting visiting with them. Old people are fascinating. I've never really had the chance to talk to my relatives about our genealogoy. I learned a lot by listening to the different generations. On my grandfather's side there's a lot of war veterans, and stories to go along with each of them. Maxine's early immigrant ancestors, there was one who was apart of the Donner Party, which is interesting. Apparently there was only one small group that turned to cannabilism when they were in the freezing cold, but other than that it was totally blown out of porportion. I wish I could tape the conversations so I wouldn't forget. My grandfather and I are the quiet listeners in the group. Sometimes I can catch him looking at me. I'm pretty sure I look a lot like my mom when she was my age. He looks at my mom sometimes and I think he's about to cry. He has a lot of guilt and regret about not being around to see my mom grow up, and now that he's born again, he wants to save my mom very badly.

Anyways, I'll talk later.