Congratulations to my brother William for taking the bold steps to living out his dream job, being a fireman.
I discovered today while checking out a newly posted comment that somebody on YouTube had the nerve to "rip" one of my videos and then resubmit it as her own. What makes me mad is that she racked up over 1000 views, which means my original video has 1000 less potential views.
Plagiarism is bad, very very bad. I'm not going to rest until I get my justice.
Original: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wasYNNfnfVE
Plagiarised: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7uO75ErWIOw
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Sunday, August 27, 2006
A Fish in the sea.
It's nearly 1 am Monday morning here as I lay in bed trying with all my might to put myself to sleep so I can be fresh and ready for the ADO exam. But my mind is racing like an ancient Roman chariot race. Is it exam anxiety? Is it my diet? Or could it be the 5 o'clock cup of coffee I had Sunday afternoon? In any case I can't sleep, so I'm now hand-picking one of them racing chariots and disassembling it, hoping it'll bore me to sleep. Here goes nothing....
Fishing is a lot like living. We can sit and wait if we want. We can also stand or walk around while we wait, if we want. We can be restless and try different baits and hooks and different fishing spots to try and maximize our yield. There's traditional fishing with hooks and weights. There's fly-fishing where you swing the fishing line around your head like a cowboy. And of course there's the myriad of lures at your disposal. But it's all fishing.
Now every once in a while, some more often than others, the fisherman will get a nibble on the other end of the line. The whole thing is like a prehistoric dance; an ancient discourse between equals; a never ending ritual between predator and prey. The reflexive reaction to those soft and hard nibbles, the physical struggle that immediately follows the successful yank and pull, the familiar yet never old emotions, the miniscule yet highly addictive adrenaline, and the thousand other biochemical reactions that are fired within the blink of an eye when that instantaneous slice of time of connecting with the unseen from another dimenion in what always seems like the very first time - I think it is one of the greatest feelings of this world.
Fishing is a lot like living. We can sit and wait if we want. We can also stand or walk around while we wait, if we want. We can be restless and try different baits and hooks and different fishing spots to try and maximize our yield. There's traditional fishing with hooks and weights. There's fly-fishing where you swing the fishing line around your head like a cowboy. And of course there's the myriad of lures at your disposal. But it's all fishing.
Now every once in a while, some more often than others, the fisherman will get a nibble on the other end of the line. The whole thing is like a prehistoric dance; an ancient discourse between equals; a never ending ritual between predator and prey. The reflexive reaction to those soft and hard nibbles, the physical struggle that immediately follows the successful yank and pull, the familiar yet never old emotions, the miniscule yet highly addictive adrenaline, and the thousand other biochemical reactions that are fired within the blink of an eye when that instantaneous slice of time of connecting with the unseen from another dimenion in what always seems like the very first time - I think it is one of the greatest feelings of this world.
Homesick for Texas
This hotel in the middle of nowhere, aka East Hanover, NJ, is a funny place. Yesterday there were these grown up men wearing tutu's and ballerina outfits. They were caught dancing out in the back of the hotel to the tune of the music that goes "I'm so excited!..."
Today the lobby is like a zoo full of people with children in boarding school trying to get their kids on the straight path and with adults dancing to 80's music dressed in ballroom outfits.
Anyway I came here to voice my concerns of rampant anti-Texas sentiment all across the U.S. of A. People just think they're better than Texans. These people are arrogant and they talk boldly and blasphemously as if their heads were filled with explosive hydrogen or something. For this I think the state of Texas should declare independence from the union. No, I'm not a member of the confederate, never was never will be. Repeat to yourself and visualize the word Texas. No other state has a name with that kind of ringing, poignant charm.
Fortunately every once in a while I do meet sane people. Thank God for that.
Today the lobby is like a zoo full of people with children in boarding school trying to get their kids on the straight path and with adults dancing to 80's music dressed in ballroom outfits.
Anyway I came here to voice my concerns of rampant anti-Texas sentiment all across the U.S. of A. People just think they're better than Texans. These people are arrogant and they talk boldly and blasphemously as if their heads were filled with explosive hydrogen or something. For this I think the state of Texas should declare independence from the union. No, I'm not a member of the confederate, never was never will be. Repeat to yourself and visualize the word Texas. No other state has a name with that kind of ringing, poignant charm.
Fortunately every once in a while I do meet sane people. Thank God for that.
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