Saturday 30 April 2005

A Fitting Result



Your Dominant Intelligence is Linguistic Intelligence



You are excellent with words and language. You explain yourself well.
An elegant speaker, you can converse well with anyone on the fly.
You are also good at remembering information and convincing someone of your point of view.
A master of creative phrasing and unique words, you enjoy expanding your vocabulary.

You would make a fantastic poet, journalist, writer, teacher, lawyer, politician, or translator.




Considering that was one of my majors, pretty good.

Killing Time

Samurai

You are a Samurai.
You are full of honour and value respect. You
are not really the stereotypical hero, but you
do fight for good. Just in your own way. For
you, it is most certainly okay to kill an evil
person, if it is for justice and peace. You
also don't belive in mourning all the time and
think that once you've hit a bad stage in life
you just have to get up again. It's pointless
to concentrate on emotional pain and better to
just get on with everything. You also are a
down to earth type of person and think before
you act. Impulsive people may annoy you
somewhat.

Main weapon: Sword
Quote: "Always do the right thing.
This will gratify some people and astonish the
rest" -Mark Twain
Facial expression: Small smile




What Type of Killer Are You? [cool pictures]
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What My Birthdate Means






Your Birthdate: December 30

Your birthday on the 30th day of the month shows individual self-expression is necessary for your happiness.

You tend to have a good way of expressing yourself with words, certainly in a manner that is clear and understandable.

You have a good chance of success in fields requiring skill with words.



You can be very dramatic in your presentation and you may be a good actor or a natural mimic.

You have a vivid imagination that can assist you in becoming a good writer or story-teller.

Strong in your opinions, you always tend to think you are on the right side of an issue.



There may be a tendency to scatter your energies and have a lot of loose ends in your work.

You may have significant artistic talent and be very creative.


Personality Type














Your #1 Match: INTP


The Thinker

You are analytical and logical - and on a quest to learn everything you can.
Smart and complex, you always love a new intellectual challenge.
Your biggest pet peeve is people who slow you down with trivial chit chat.
A quiet maverick, you tend to ignore rules and authority whenever you feel like it.

You would make an excellent mathematician, programmer, or professor.


Your #2 Match: ENTP




The Visionary

You are charming, outgoing, friendly. You make a good first impression.
You possess good negotiating skills and can convince anyone of anything.
Happy to be the center of attention, you love to tell stories and show off.
You're very clever, but not disciplined enough to do well in structured environments.

You would make a great entrpreneur, marketing executive, or actor.


Your #3 Match: INFP




The Idealist

You are creative with a great imagination, living in your own inner world.
Open minded and accepting, you strive for harmony in your important relationships.
It takes a long time for people to get to know you. You are hesitant to let people get close.
But once you care for someone, you do everything you can to help them grow and develop.

You would make an excellent writer, psychologist, or artist.


Your #4 Match: ISTP




The Mechanic

You are calm and collected, even in the most difficult of situations.
A person of action and self-direction, you love being independent.
To outsiders yous eem impulsive, surprising, and unpredictable.
You are good at understanding how all things work, except for people.

You would make an excellent pilot, forensic pathologist, or athlete.


Your #5 Match: ENFP




The Inspirer

You love being around people, and you are deeply committed to your friends.
You are also unconventional, irreverant, and unimpressed by authority and rules.
Incredibly perceptive, you can usually sense if someone has hidden motives.
You use lots of colorful language and expressions. You're qutie the storyteller!

You would make an excellent entrepreneur, politician, or journalist.


Wednesday 27 April 2005

Acronyms Abound

Tonight, we're going into NYC to see JFK at CBGB's, on the Lower East Side of Manhattan. Should be lots of fun! See you there!



Instant Soundtrack: Talk Show Host from Radiohead.
Quote Trapped in My Head: "True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind..." Mercutio, Romeo and Juliet, Act I, Scene IV.

Sunday 24 April 2005

Pretty Things


Shiva, baby, can you tell me
why is it always the pretty things
that we so dearly love to destroy?

I want to hold you down
press your hands above your head
strike bruises into your perfect skin

Leave your melodious voice
rasping and raw, gasping
for breath as you sing my name

I know precisely what it would take
to turn you on - you whisper to me
your weakness in that innocent voice

I will grind my dancer's hips - hard
between your shaking legs, teasingly bring you
to ecstasy with one deliberate touch

Have you burning with desire
desperate to be possessed
aching for my slight caress

With gaze so alluringly hypnotic
I can create any emotion, just watch my
misleading eyes as you bite your lip

You're so beautiful it petrifies me
to the core of my calculating heart
how deeply I want to make you flawed

~~~~~~~~~~AEW~~~~~~~~~~


Hear no poetry, Read no poetry, Write no poetry...what a tragedy! <-- More Poems

Wednesday 20 April 2005


Kauai Sunset Tweaked!

Sunset over Kauai, Hawai'i

Tuesday 19 April 2005

This is My Blog All Right

Ian,
This is most definitely my blog. Still don't believe me? Well, you just suck then. What's that? I'm scaring you? Too bad! Consider yourself creepily stalked.
~~~~AEW~~~~

Monday 18 April 2005

Devotion, Sublimated

I am a being of magnitude, the Sun,
Epicenter of your world's
entire fucking universe.
Your only source of illumination.

The Heavenly Bodies all go insane,
those that no longer light up
the Void like a frozen bonfire.
Blazes without irises to corrupt.

A Star is made to give luminescence,
to be a brilliant, spinning god.
Worshipped and blessed for allowing
light to shine in your miserable life.

Every adoring glance that kisses
its proud Aura fuels its fire.
But when the reverent gazes wane
it knows Extinction is imminent.

What does a Star have left, if not
the power to irradiate your Soul, to
uncover all your weak flaws and
trivial darkest secrets?

Only the chemical reactions,
the fusion and destruction
of volatile, unstable thoughts
seething beneath the Surface.

Until the outer layers lose control.
Like lava pushing from core to crust
the need to be your only Deity
breaches the limits of this star.

And the Madness pours forth,
cascading from my shining lips.
A comet-ridden ring of frenzied words
hangs in the windless air.

With eyes horribly wild,
dark as unoccupied Space,
I explode, my vengeance
giving birth to a Black Hole.

Where the image of your final torture
will be caught forever, held for my
pleasure, as a reminder to survivors:
All gods require sacrifices.

And a deranged god demands so little.
Only your Devotion, sublimated
scalding the soft flesh of your mouth
as you chant my unending praise.

Your burning, near-blind eyes
turning again and again
to meet the painful radiance
of my cold, magnificent face.

A necklace of carved bone beads
adorned with a thousand Suns -
a reminder of my merciless rage -
clutched in your feverish hand.

~~~~~~~~~~AEW~~~~~~~~~~

That simile looks positively delicious on you...share a bite? <-- More Poetry

Tuesday 12 April 2005

Falling in Love with my T42

My Thinkpad arrived yesterday, and I spent much of yesterday night setting it up and putting it to good use. With my dad's help, we got it going on the ethernet and on wireless. Now all I need are the peripherals: mouse, external drive, etc. And to get some files from the family computer and somehow rip files from my old Mac and put them on my new PC laptop. Not to mention get everything set up the way I like it. And buy a computer chair for my room.

I already like it. It's well-behaved, clean, doesn't take up much space, and looks and sounds great. It's also insanely fast on the Internet. All of which are major criteria for my machine, since I use it for maintaining this web site, playing games, and video conferencing.

Temporary Soundtrack: Piano themes.
Quote Trapped in My Head: None.

Monday 11 April 2005

Traffic Shenanigans

On Wednesday (the 5th), Alex, LB & I went to NYC to walk around, check things out. Unusual for us to go on a week night, but it's only 40 minutes away, so no big road trip or anything. We got there and parked on the West Side at 22:00.

We rode the elevator at the Marriot off Times Square, all the way up to the 45th floor. That ROCKED! Such a blood rush.

We ended up outside of where Spamalot was playing and saw David Hyde Pierce and Hank Azaria signing autographs. My friends managed to get a few pictures of them before we moved along.

Ate at a cafe known for its desserts, so yummy! Pretty good lemonade as well, though a little tart for my tastes. There was only one bathroom for both men and women. One woman actually applauded when I took only 20 seconds to use the facilities. I very much dislike public attention, especially when it's unexpected.

Getting to the point, we headed back to Alex's car around midnight. PROBLEM. The car was no longer there. After talking with a nice copper, (who A and L had met a while ago, weird coincidence #1), and getting Alex's dad to come pick us up, we headed over to the impound yard on 39th and 12th. No car still. By this time it was 1:00, am. On a Thursday morning. As Alex's dad gets back in the car, we see the white minivan go zooming by, being pulled by a private towing company - no NYPD towing truck in sight (weird coincidence #2). Alex's dad, the former NYC cabbie, decides to follow it...to BROOKLYN. The tower finally stopped in an NYPD impound yard, leaving the white van with a sign taped to its side reading "Marshall Seized" (sic).

Oh, and did I mention LB's house and car keys were in the towed car? The impound guys refused to let Alex's dad get anything out of the car, to comment on why it was towed, etc.

So we left. I slept most of the ride home - shows how I was not feeling at all great, I have a hard time sleeping in cars - and got into my house at 2:45 am. I went to bed after 3:00 and got up at 8:00, not so terrible.

On Thursday afternoon, Alex and her dad went to Brooklyn to get the car. $600 later, the car is set free. And we still don't know all the details, except there may have been unpaid tickets on the car from someone in the family (other than Alex).

Woohoo! So, that cancelled our plans to hang in the city on Friday night. I did, however, hang out with A and Gary on Friday, go shopping and then hiking on Saturday, and walk in the park on Sunday.

Imaginary Soundtrack: Caderona by Cabas. "Ya volvió, volvió la caderona..."
Words Trapped in My Head: "I had a dream last night, and it fit me like a glove...I had to scream last night, Lord of Love..." Whatever (I Had a Dream)

Wednesday 6 April 2005

Ribbon


You are a ribbon,
flat and two-dimensional.
Your body is lined
with uncompromising wire.
Your folds do not move
as my supple body does.
You are flesh and mind
stretched taut on a stiff frame.

Your ends are fraying.
You send out whispy
fiber feelers, too fragile
and hesitant to connect,
commit to taking a step.
To smoothly twirl your fabric
to the rhythm of silk
woven in a sinuous dance.

Even your tears fall
silent and salinesque
in a straight line.
Your gaze is direct.
And I bend once more
to deliver an embrace,
tuck you into my curve;
but you will not give.

I want to shear a diagonal
across your head and feet.
Give you a solid end
and proud beginning.
Gently, slowly pull out
your wires, help you
collapse into a soft spiral,
flow into a shifting curl.

But I know you will
not survive the dance
without your beloved
ribbon architecture.
The tense lines of your
rigid back warn me
you will never let me
plait your body with mine.

~~~~~~~~~~AEW~~~~~~~~~~

Prose is, like, SO over. Poetry is hot! <-- More Poems

Monday 4 April 2005

Marred

Three
jagged
points
three
smooth
sides
A weightless caress
slides over tough skin

See that
sweat-grey
edge
With a
sporadic sense
of pride
We know I have connected
my sanity with the tide

So that it
rises
and falls
Lifts,
crashes,
and stalls
And falls harder than before
At least we found the shore


seven fingers
are brittle
pages
A partnership of scarred runes
Our story
carved
in holy flesh
marred with half-moons

This is
our graffiti,
our precious treason.
Terrifyingly beautiful
beyond
all reason

~~~~~~~~~~AEW~~~~~~~~~~