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Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Hello Cruel World

"I don't care about you and I honestly don't care about much. When the moment is right and I have gotten all the utility out of you that I can, I'm going to put knife between your thrid and fourth thoracic vertebrae. I'll put you down like the useless, space wasting cellular conglomerate that you are. So do we have a deal?"

"Can, can I sleep on this?" He stammered uncontrollably, it was as if his frontal lobe were slowly becoming paralyzed with shock.

"No, not really and honestly this isn't a yes or no opportunity. It's either yes or I kill you now. You know too much as they say."

"Um, I wasn't really expecting this. This m-m-might be too much for me."

"Then you are weak and aware of your weakness and do nothing to overcome it. You are the worst type of human. I should kill you now." Jeremiah reached for the silver hilted knife that was lying on his mahogany desk. It had several Pearls and Turquoise stones in the handle and looked looked like a relic from a long forgotten king. Rodney, the man he was talking to, carefully watched Jerremiah's hand through a range motion which brought the edge of the blade up to the plane of their eyes. Jeremiah smirked at the fear he saw on the man's face.

"So what's it going to be?"

"I.. I... I Think I need to talk to my wife about it.." His hand was on the back of his head. He was looking for excuses, found none and turned to walk away.

"You are making a mistake." Jeremiah said calmly.  The poor man was almost running to the door. Jeremiah lifted his arm, holding the blade of the knife and aiming carefully. The blade stuck deep in the door frame next to the man's face just as he was leaving the room. "That was your last warning, Rodney." There was no answer, only the soft closing of the door and some scampering footsteps.

Jeremiah reached for his phone and sent a message to one of his employees. It was a code that signaled that Rodney was to meet the end of his days as he made his way home that night. It would look like a tragic accident and no one would ever suspect Jeremiah-- No one relevant even knew Rodney and Jeremiah had ever met. Jeremiah knew this, and knew everything about Rodney. His favorite places to eat, every message he sent to anyone over the last few months, every phone call, purchase, inch moved and Every time he masturbated to internet porn while his wife slept quietly in the next room. Jeremiah never merely took an interest in someone.

Jeremiah sat back down at his desk, waited a few minutes out of respect for Rodney, but thought he would never see Rodney again. "Whose, next on the list?" Jeremiah thought and opened his laptop to continue his work.

Thursday, February 7, 2013

Food>God

I love food. I have often said that food is life's greatest pleasure and I mean it. Sex is nice, but it isn't nourishing like food. Sex is merely the activation of highly concentrated neurons, followed by the release of some chemicals in the brain. Love is ok too. Love is a strong connection and bond between two individuals, and can be nourishing to the soul, but what the fuck is a soul?

Food for me is beautiful. Food comes in thousands of forms, colors and shapes. My body breaks food down into it's constituent parts then breaks the bonds of these chemicals and gives me life. Food is one of the deepest connections that I have with the world around me.

This month I will be doing a lot of research into Thai food. On the ninth of March I am having a massive Thai dinner, for some of my favorite people and through the process of learning about this food and how to cook it, I intend to learn a lot about Thailand. Food has always been closely associated with culture, spirituality and occasionally superstition. No one is going to read this, but if by chance I am wrong and you do, You are welcome to join me to eat this delicious food and listen to me spout off random facts about Thailand.

I intend to cook food from a different culture ever month at my dinner parties, so I should end up fairly cultured by the end of this. Which will be when I die.

Eat well!

Thursday, January 31, 2013

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My fingers are firmly pressing the black, smooth keys that have been used by thousands of people since this keyboard was first plugged in to this computer. Countless emails have been sent. To whom? About what? perhaps some of the messages were expressions of sincere condolences at the loss of a loved one. Maybe another was an intense, dramatic story being told to a friend in order to catch up with another. Many of them have been sent to teachers, advisors, and the occasional dean. This keyboard has about as unique a story as each of the people who hammered away at it.

I think a lot about the micro-dramas that each person goes through each day. These emotionally charged plot lines are all each of us have, and what we call our lives. Subjectively some might be better than others, or at least more entertaining. But can these dramas be weighed objectively? Of course they can, that just depends on which lens you look through. Surely one can understand that I am worth less to society than a bio-chemist, and as such the decision of whose life is more important becomes easy. His. An environmentalist might have a lower carbon foot print than me, and could be seen to have a greater right to life than me, because he/she is a better person. 

At the base level though, are we all equal? Certainly if we were to create a list of objective ways to measure the value of a human and put everyone through this objective rating, we could see which people are better. We could tell which humans are literally worthless and which humans are the keystones of modern society. Unfortunately all of this is based upon the present status or past contributions/behaviors. It is impossible to tell what a person might do in the future. The blank slate of each persons future puts them on equal terms. Perhaps a Nobel Peace Prize laureate might some day become so infuriated by human nature that he goes on a shooting spree, thus canceling out his/her contribution to society. 

This argument makes the abortion issue make more sense to me. Within our genetic codes lies our fates. Predispositions to diseases, behavior patterns, interests, passions, work ethic, intelligence, and innumerable other characteristics of humans are essentially fated from the moment that sperm touches egg. Of course, there is no way of using this to accurately predict what a person might become based on their genetics, but each person has a right to life. The embryo that is 2 weeks old is just as much a human as the 27 year old girl in the abortion clinic. They are equal biological entities, just separated by vast amounts of time and conditioning. 

I think that through the course of this argument I have convinced myself to be Pro-Life. However there are exceptions to what I consider to otherwise be an absolute: abortions should be used if and only if having the baby would ultimately result in the death of the mother and in cases of rape and incest.  Looking forward, my first exception to this rule might be closed by science. If the embryo could be safely separated from the mother and brought to life by another vessel, without the risk of serious defects, this should be done and the human that is fated to exist should go on existing. 

At the end of the day abortion as a method of population control should not be allowed and should be considered murder. A human is a specific combination of  DNA, whether or not all of the genes have come to be expressed and that human has reached it's biologically actualized state or not should not be a part of the abortion argument, and that is why I am now, on this day, exceptionally pro life.