Best Week Ever

(1) Yelled at my friends; and yelled at people I met barely a week ago
(2) Confused the hell out of my inner circle; and beyond
(3) Thought I was going to die
(4) Thought my initials stood for J.esus Y.ayweh
(5) Stood around in dress pants; army jacket; and followed by three wise/blind men while waiting for a 3am pickup on a street corner in LA
(6) Thought I was about to get shot/stunned/knocked the fuck out by a cop
(7) Unsure the contents of my murse I've been carrying around all week; unsure of the contents of my bloodstream
(8) Unsure if I was getting gamed or if I was the one gaming
(9) Been in the back of a police car; and I felt like that was the safest place in the world
(10) Saw the light; made connections; processed super hyper speed fast
(11) Pissed everyone off
(12) Said "thank you, love you, sorry, etc" more times and had a more receptive audience than ever before
(13) Saw coincidences turn into signs from G-O-D; near death experience like 20 times
(14) Spend $$$ like I had tons of it; I don't
(15) There's still two more days until Sunday; when I have to go to church. Have to. Even if it's the church of the mind.

(*) Yes, I'm going to see a therapist tomorrow; only to prove to my family and friends that I'm not (in)sane; but actually, (in)lightened.

K.I.T.
"This is the true story of ____ strangers living....."
"To confer, converse, and otherwise hob-nob with my brother wizards."

I'm so happy because today I found my friends
They're in my head
I'm so ugly, that's okay 'cause so are you
Broke our mirrors
Sunday morning is every day for all I care
And I'm not scared
Light my candles in a daze 'cause I found God

Hiplog - Out Like a Whimper

The Prodigal Prophet Returns

"And alone and without his nest shall the eagle fly across the sun." (pg 5)

"Say not, 'I have found the truth,' but rather, 'I have found a truth.'
Say not, 'I have found the path of the soul.
Say rather, 'I have met the soul walking upon my path.'

For the soul walks upon all paths.
The soul walks not upon a line, neither does it grow like reed.
The soul unfolds itself, like a lotus of countless petals." (pg 55)
-Kahlil Gibran-

Dionysus

"Therefore he can redeem himself and thus be willing to repeat the same life again. Some may even say that "it was" and "thus I willed it" even though he knows well that one cannot will backward and there are many other limitations in life. It implies that living a life of an overman is to live with the knowledge of what has already happened and constant reinterpretation according to it. Clearly, an overman is then someone who can, with appreciation, face life that may seem so suffering and absurd, knowing that the basic conditions of life will not change even when he is in the ideal state of an overman.

In a sense, overman is about self-overcoming. It involves an attitude towards life when one may feel despaired and feel life is meaningless. It is about the way to deal with "truth" not in direct manner with straightforward rules as in rationalism, but more like a sensitive mix of trickier indirect approaches. As he compared this with winning a woman's heart, those who approach clumsily and directly will bound to failure and hence left dispirited. When compared to Kantian view of truth, it can be seen that going straight into finding an absolute naked truth may leave one unsastisfied with questions that remain unanswered. Instead, Nietzsche suggested the way to tackle this by going along with it and take it as it is. One will then feel content and happy with the life that may be so questionable.

Another characteristic used to describe an overman originated in his earlier work, The Birth of Tragedy. In this book, the notion of Apollonion and Dionysian principles is used with respect to his analysis of the Greek tragedy. They are used to describe two principles men use in thinking which consequently determine actions. Apollonion principle is the principle of light, rationality, order and clear boundaries whereas Dionysian is the principle of the dark, irratioanality, the collapse of order and boundaries. The Apollonion views an individual as separate from other reality and hence can be viewed dispassionately with rationality. On the other hand, the Dionysian views things as a living whole where one is a part of a larger reality. The Apollonion therefore involves no passion or emotion but pure reasons with order whereas the Dionysian is passionate, dynamic and unpredictable. Nietzsche believes that a balance of the two principles is essential in order to have some meanings in life. He seems to be very fond of art and viewed that artistic works, paintings, plays, literature or music exhibit a great deal of Dionysian principle in the form of creativity. In his later work, the importance of the Dionysian principle in living a life with values and meanings is expressed clearly. He views that the highest state attainable by a man can be achieved when life is conceived in terms of the realisation of the Dionysian ideal of the overman. That means one must realise and accept his own Dionysian nature and use it appropriately.

From my point of view, Nietzsche must have treated art as something higher than ordinary, mass-conventional logic and rationality such as that in science for he admired creativity and beauty in art above all things. A person who will be viewed by Nietzsche as an overman is then more likely to be an artist who uses his Dionysian principle and way of thinking and feeling to create works that carry particular individual's picture or interpretation of the world. His values may or may not be the same as any other but a good artist should be able to combine creativity with his perception of the world and life and express it well in his work.

On comparison to Aristotle who views that the most desirable state of a person is a philosopher who contemplates, Nietzsche viewed traditional philosophers during his time as people who did not really affect the real world outside and usually their traditional philosophical works were merely self confession. It can then be seen that his value is highly placed upon the concept of Dionysus and therefore he praised the Greek civilisation where a lot of creativity took place even more than in present society. Nietzsche accepted that Socrates did affect the history greatly, which is the characteristic that Nietzsche valued. However, he blamed Socrates for the western society and culture that emphasised the Apollonion principle too much. Socrates was thought to have gone too far in defending rationality. He even viewed that we could use reasoning in everything so that the nature's flaws can be corrected. It is then what the western dreams of and pursues up until now through science and technology. This is the view that does not accept human limitation, that men are powerless and have no control but always places men on the top of everything. In contrast, Nietzsche views that an overman must be able to accept these limitations and can face it in the eternal recurrence. Nietzsche must have felt that the western culture had put less and less significance on artistic creativity and passion that mental and spiritual power which create beauty in life have fewer and fewer places in the modern society.

Emotion is one of the attributes of Dionysus and is also one of the entities which Nietzsche defended. He views that emotion is natural. Its repression or suppression is psychologically disastrous. This also includes sexuality. He attacked Christianity for its traditional value that places bars on emotion and impulse and this is viewed by Nietzsche as self-denying. He disagrees on inhibiting and thwarting human own nature. Rather, an overman must accept his own nature and divert the energy of primitive impulses into a culturally, higher or socially more acceptable, activity. This is exactly what should happen to a good artist on creating his work of art. To him, the Dionysian is not completely dark and evil as opposite to the Apollonion which is associated with light and reason. The Dionysian is rather viewed as natural, both good and bad just like any ordinary human being. It is in every human nature. With a right balance with the Apollonion and with the right use, a burst of creativity is the result. However, it is usually the case that when the Apollonion principle mixes the Dionysian, it tends to suppress the Dionysian. As a result, the Dionysian principle is expressed in a destructive way. Basically, an overman must be able to control this and divert the Dionysian power into something creative. To Nietzsche, Dionysian is profoundly irrational rather than negatively or stubbornly irrational.

In the present age where science and rationality are highly valued, I realise that it is hard to accept the negative side of being rational since it seems to be the most reliable tool in treating others, living together and judging. Without it, society can be chaotic and too much disordered for no control is imposed on the irrational ones who do not use the Dionysian principle in a productive way. However, I agree with Nietzsche in the beauty of the product created out of Dionysian principle and feel that the right mix of Apollonion and Dionysian will make the world much nobler, not in the luxurious sense but aesthetic one. The world with no passion and emotion will be an unnatural one and this special property, among others, of human that differs from other animals will be lost.

Nietzsche might or might not consider himself an overman but he surely determined to be a means or bridge who brings closer to reality an emergence of an overman. In his view, men are not born equal. He always stresses on the difference of men and hence in contrast to Marx who includes everyone into his ideal society. For Nietzsche, there are only some capable and talented who qualifies to be an overman from his point of view. Therefore, he is usually perceived superficially as an elitist which might have brought down the value of his thinking. To me, it is a fact that is hard to swallow for all of us and quite sceptical on the ability of men. However, it is the case, at least throughout the history of mankind up to the present, for men are educated differently and experience different things. Nevertheless, Nietzsche's thinking provides some space for this. He says that his ideal is not necessarily everyone's universal ideal. Each of us values things differently and therefore his overman may not be the same as others' overman. He consequently urges for revaluation of traditional values such as, the supression of emotion, the wholeheartedly devoted rationalism. An overman, in his view, should not be restricted by tradition nor bounded by convention but has independent values of his own.

From all that is shown above, we may say that Nietzsche's overman must be able to affect history indefinitely, conceives life in terms of Dionysian realisation and is able to divert Dionysian principle into something creative. With this kind of attitude and the realisation of his own limitation in life, he would then be able to face life, look back with satisfaction, realising that all pasts make him what he is today, and hence feel happy if he were to repeat that very same life eternally. An overman should then be content with his own life and appreciate every bit of it even though some of them are painful and suffering. He spends each day of his life creating beauty, which affects the minds of others through out the time, knowing that his life has values and meanings since his existence of will-to-power will live on indefinitely."

The New Funk Coalition Era

it's not a hat; it's a flag. under the banner of _____ (Krakauer).

Yellow Brick Road
(or) yellow brick road (or) devoted to the art of moving butts (or) amateur thought wrestling (or) i pledge allegiance to my cosmic guide (or) couldn't fit in three dimensions if i tried

"activate your mind and push your ass out"
I'm slowing losing the sense that this is destiny, or pre-destination, or anything particularly noteworthy or even, out of the ordinary. It's mundane. I've just been living in the dark too long. And I wasn't sure who my shepard was (samuel l? q tarantino?); or who they were. I knew who He should have been; but he died. And not exactly for my sins. He just died; you know? The reasons don't matter; the results do. Look forward never backward, etc. 20/20 panoptic vision. Cyclops? Nobody. X(avier) marks the spot.

But looking back, having the time to reflect, and discover why I'm attracted to things I do, I see that it's not a set up, a game, a conspiracy theory, or even a fight club. It's just the blinders removed from a race horse; and now, I'm ready to run (but not too fast). Seriously. Walk, Trot, Canter, Gallop...Regulators, mount up. Charge of the (DragonLance)Light Brigade. Ride of the Valkyries. KWagner to RWagner. Locke to Demostheses. Hegemony. Shadows. Immortality, it's (y)ours, take it. To the mattresses. We've all got (e)mail. Drizzt.


Yeah, it's stranger than fiction; but it's not an adaption -- it's based on a true story. On the Road, without the Electric Kool-Aid (but we'll take the Circus). Dharma Bums. Big Sur. And this isn't the way (my) world ends; not with a whimper; but with a bang. The Hollow (Multiple) Men. I thought I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by _______.

Do you see what I see? Do I see what you guys already see? Yeah, I do. Thanks.

"The Blues has always been totally American
As American as apple pie
As American as The Blues
As American as apple pie
The question is why?
Why should he Blues be so at home here?
Well, America provided the Atmosphere"

You, what do you want to be when you grow up? I (don't) want to be a motherfucking hustler. Libraries, there's libraries in the hood. Scholarships. If I were president. JFK, blown away, what more do i have to say? john "jack" kennedy. pt-109. dallas. onassis. bermuda triangle. camelot. merlin and arthur. "we are the knights that say neigh!" what is our favorite color? white. the color of justice, purity, defense, stability, and team work. banding. first strike. white weenie. chaotic good. suicidal queens. diplomacy. andre rison on the left, michael haynes streaking down the right. speed? hyper.

And God said, Let there be light: and there was light.

"Upside down and inside out
I'm about to show all you folks
What's it's all about
Now it's time for a brother to get on the mic
And make this mother party hype
I'm taking it back to the old school
'Cause I'm an old fool who's so cool
If you want to get down
I'm gonna show you the way whoomp there it is
Let me hear you say"

The Columnist Manifest(Destiny)o

I'm going to try to begin at the beginning; but it's hard. All my friends/family have been trying to slow me down, slow me down. But I've been unable to. Because I'm afraid of sleep. Because when you sleep, you don't really know what happens, right? REM? To me, that's Shiny Happy People. And I'm already Happy and I already like People, and if I shower and have 15 minutes to prepare, I'm shiny; sort of. But I'm not sure what R.E.M. really even stands for. Random Enadulterated Memories? Real Enveloped Moments? Repressed Emotional (Land)Mines? Maybe. For now, I'll except (e) all of the above. Even if I don't know the choices. Title 4 benefits? Sure? One easy l__n or monthly payments? Sure. I'll take it all.

Some people think I'm pretty random. And I admit, I have the symptoms of ADD, AdvancedADD, UltraADD, IncredibleADD, all the way down and around ExcellentADD. But I figured it out; I don't. I'm just bored. I've been bored with life and my situation so I keep skipping around. Flitting in and out. I'm not flakey; I'm flighty. JY99 knows. I think. Or maybe she doesn't; I hope she knows. Sorry to miss your wedding; it was for a legitimate reason, I was working. Really. But hey, go #21, go TD, go the guy who should have been the next great Celtic center. Oh well. We don't need #17 yet; I finally have patience. I have all the time in the world to see eleven rings (or twelve even?) on PP's fingers - or the ONE ring. I know this because his nickname is the Truth; and that was given to him by the greatest nickname giver in all the (NBA) land: The Big Aristotle. Call him what you will, but The Daddy is the ultimate mystery, wrapped in a riddle, wrapped around an enigma. Then all of that is wrapped with a bacon wrapped; late night; delicious but you'll hate it tomorrow three-dollar 320+ lb (or something) body of destruction. Superman; TWISM; get out of the lane. "Dunk on them." Even Mt Mutombo. Powda? You with me? You always were. Keep listening; thanks for being there when I woke up. Rip Van Winkle. Did I snore?

This Force of Nature (green card, 8 mana) -- otherwise known as a Magic, a Laker, a Heat -- isn't tired or thinking of retiring; he's just picking his moments now. Just like a typhoon and Katrina. They know when they'll make the biggest impact; the question is really, do we know? Even with all of our science and intelligence, we have no idea. The lesson: never underestimate Father Nature; or Mother Time. Or Brother/Sister whatever. Don't mess; it's 2 much excess. Family Matters; in any shape form, color, or frequency. Green = Been There Town = Tatties = Aim Away Messages = the David/Rich Attenborough animal game. Should I go on? Monkey? Laser?

Does he (who?)? Does he who is/was Austin Powers know/knew? Check the tape; MM had no idea. That's why I don't like you Mike. Never did; never got it -- and obviously; never did you. Dana was the real Wally World. Not you. You're just badly disguised and got some people to laugh -- even people who's taste I trust[ed]. I've never laughed at you. And I hope to never will. That's not an insult; that's just a matter of taste.

No -ed, -er, double words in what? Squabble. I suck at squat and squabble; it's true. But I think; I'm good at making you like it; so you'll play with me. I understand that now. And Amoeboid; or whatever shape you decide to take today. I'll offer this: Thanks, I'm sorry, Thanks, Thanks, and more thanks. And then, another one. I'll see you in AA; I'll see you anywhere. e to what? I go e5; you? I wish I was to hang out with the Mormons and the Jazz. Saw the OF video; awesome fun. Let's go ride again. All chained up; all loving it; all together. Wanna play ________ ? Bebe Swan too. Let's play.

Here's my HoF: Earvin, Air J, LB23 - The King, Larry Legend, Shaq Fu-Snickens.

Bench? Maybe Isaiah-Mary'sSon (i hate him but he's that good), Mailman and UPS, Da Kid, Matrix, AK47 - get better man, J Smoove, AudiTThomas Turbo Edition, Human Highlight Reel, Iceman, any Celtic, any Celtic, Peyton and Eli (just kidding, they suck). I'll stop there. I don't want to keep you in the Donnie Darko for too long. Last thing, the Zelda Triangle is the best offense in the world. Co-owners/coaches? Who's tied for the most rings? Red and the Philosopher King. I'd take either one. Phil, please, go rel(i)eve the Doc so we can get to the B-arden again. Please. I'd beg, but I already know you're doing it. You're just waiting for someone to coach. Take Luke with you if you want; thanks. And the Winter soldier's playbook, you know it, but maybe Gerald or Al don't. Thanks. See you on the court. Or um, courtside? I'm (we) are going to need two seats; at least. For me, my mate, and the holy ghost (of boston garden). Thanks. I've got a cheerleader/dancer squad for you too. Put your current BoB to shame. Trust me? Truth; I speak it. I don't believe it; but I'll try. The Believer? I read it; even if I don't get it. DEggers; thanks. Helz Belz; thanks. The Duke of Liz; thanks. Memorial Days; habits; memory days; thanks.

Good night; and yes, I'm finally sleeping -- even if it's somewhat coerced. See you in the morning.

i'm leaving you with a snippet of a long poem by harry mathews called "histoire." which for some reason, sums up my weekend perfectly.

tina and seth met in the midst of an overcrowded militarism.
"like a drink?" he asked her. "they make great alexanders over at the marxism-leninism."
she agreed. they shared cocktails. they behaved cautiously, as in a period of pre-fascism.
afterwards he suggested dinner at a restaurant renowed for its maoism.
"ok," she said, but first she had to phone a friend about her ailing afghan, whose name was racism.
then she followed seth across town past twilit alleys of sexism."
-histoire; um, tastes like a woman-
http://hyperwest.net/archives/anachronic/2002_10_01_anachronic_archive.html

We can do anything; One band, one sound; Bring it on; Swing kids, Swingers; hey world; you're about to get served. Game, set, match. I've got the best tennis player (left or right handed; wii or mii) on my side. And he can ping PONG all day long too. Feel the Sting-UltimateW pong? You don't even know.

Let us be one voice, for ______; let us be one voice; declaring your ________.
________ in me. Is to ________. female refrain (stars, stars, stars).
Thanks Gjn. Jewel of the C-dorm. Return to the dungeon corner. Stars on one boot; moon on the other; it's still there. Kick down the walls. You know? I hope you do. I-kao.

Really, sleeping now. Caretaker; wake up; turn off the tv man. It's too crazy to watch teleVISION now. Sleep.

Jane - Mad Libs? Mash or Cash?

So there's this quartet of books (Ender's Game - maybe now I should rename it, since it's also not just 4 books, but really, 7) that I've read since the eighth grade. Always liked them, never knew why. Put it aside for a few years, kept returning to them. Why introduce a dorky science-fiction book to a classroom of boys and girls accustomed to Romeo & Juliet? Because it was entertaining. Because it was different, because it was about shifting from the greatest writer of the (English) past to the greatest writer of the (English) future. No, not Carl Sagan. Not Isaac Asimov. Not anyone's name I can't really pronounce even though I've read them. Not Brothers Karamazov. Not Ayn Rand (is it Anne or Ayyn?). Not even whoever wrote Jonathan Livingston Seagull. Where the Sidewalk Ends is crap by the way; sorry, no offense Shel. It's whoever wrote Dictionary Brown -- the unpublished version. Xtina read it, did anyone else? I still have a copy. I'll Friendster it over.

Sorry if that was cryptic; that was just a test/text message (and just one, not two or three). I didn't want to do it, but I had to. Thanks for planning and driving it along. Oh wait, I drove. Thanks anyway. Your car isn't even that dirty; seriously, you should seem my car. It's a trash bin posing as a Honda Accord. Ask anyone.

Just like mathematics and Contact (by Carl Sagan, movie by Jodie and Matthew). Dedicated at the end? To Carl. [[-- last test, seriously --]] Module Two, done. Let's move on.

Here's the truth. "I'll give you 150% today, I'll give you 200% tomorrow." BFF and all that. But honestly, and to be perfectly (don't take the "perfect" part literally; nobody is perfect) honest, I gave you 1000% by Friday. Why? Because you match well -- pink uggs on pink _____ on pink ______. Wow. It's true. You know my sister's been looking for Uggs? With my girlfriend helping her? Brown Uggs. Can't find'em. Who knew they were so popular? Maybe you can help them out if/when you meet them. Ok?

I'm glad whatever power behind me (Kelvin?) sent you to follow me around on Wednesday morning/afternoon. At first I thought you were my (Ender's)Shadow. Turns out, fifteen minutes into a group of five guys training, you were little Bean. But I was wrong; again. Thirty minutes later I realize:

You're Jane. Jana. Jane. Say it real fast, five times. With or without an accent; yours or mine. "Can you understand the words that are coming out of my mouth?" Nobody can; but I knew you could. Know why? I'll show it to you when YOU have the time and patience and what? Infinite trust. Okay? Patience (my favorite song by Guns n Roses; hard to sing, but not really. Hard to whistle? Definitely).

No magic tricks, magic castles, whistles, hand snaps, telepathy, twins, life stories, anything. Forget lobsters and crabs; the red or any other color kind (did you even ask AmrBooty?). Little (surfing/deceptive/transforming) Mermaid; I'm already part of your world (I think). Gadgets and gizmos aplenty; I've got whosits and whatsits galore. You want more? I got plenty, but who cares? No big deal...... Flipping your fins.....you don't.......

I was just trying to get you on-board the OSL train. But you were already on-board and headed to the front. But halfway through (if even that far), you almost jumped; because it wasn't moving fast enough to capture your 100kwatt-attention; but fast enough to get you to not jump without waiting for a soft/safe place to land. Am I right? Even the MeRCenaryS' plan didn't get you fully on-board. But it got you to wait for a moment, didn't it? Perfect timing. Or fate? You tell me. Or rather, I'll find out Sunday, this sunday.

No games. Sorry if you're confused. Really, I apologize. We didn't get into religion much. But I did; even if you didn't know. But I did. Religion/Belief/Spirituality/etc who knows when we discover it? We all have our own path. Death bed, raised in it, coincidence, whatever. But really, as long as you get there on time, who cares when/andwho/ calls? Biggie Smalls. Life after Death. 2pac, September 7th. Makaveli. I'll stop right now. Thanks for your attention.

Omniscient, Omnipotent, but most importantly, and whether you use it or learn it or whatever; just don't abuse the first two. And THEN, and then, you'll be Ominbenevolent. Whoops, OmNIbenevolent. I'm typing/speaking too fast. Seriously, I'm never like this. Seriously.

(Return to train of thought, the so called life, or so called reference train) of "Omnibenevolent." Not "omnivicious" or "omnievil" or "omni crazy." Last in the list, but takes the longest to learn. Thank goodness I learned that first and Omniscient last. Because really, that's how I found you (and your husband ...not a mere boyfriend... because I wanna ball with him; if he'll have me on his team. I suck, but I used to be good, seriously). And I'm grateful. To Kelvin, to OSL, to g-o-d, to allah, to jehovah, to indiana jones (all three but really the last crusade), to ishmael, to moby dick, to them all. and all i have to say is .... well, i'll say it later. let saul williams say it. he does it best; especially live. whatever you want to call it; i want to thank you, your husband, jar-ed (superman's real name? kal-el? yes it is. and why be afraid of krptonium. your daddy wears green; all the time.), and most of all. GOD.

whatever that means. so now, i hope you know. it's no magic or illusion or superstition, because it's not pointed like an arrow at a target. it's just talking. peacefully, normally, and with rationale and a side of faith. a STRONG side of faith. which i know the two of you (since middle school?) have had. But I'll add in another. Agent o07, the person with the strongest FAITH IN GOD, I know. Until possibly, you.

All I want to do Sunday is this: Confess (if I must, Catholic style, forget the divider, just do it in the open, if not by way of blog); Listen (because I've been consumed by cover chatter my entire life); Believe (in something, anything, but what I believe now).

W.W.J.D. -- I don't know. That's why I'm going to church (not the building, not the physical location, the spiritual one, the one in our souls; if there is such a thing). And I'm going there with my Chinese (& FOB Powda) King James (version of the Bible) and Jane and YouR husband. If you'd be open to it. If not, no worries. I understand. I'll take off the earring.

Meet me in the parking lot, get walking shoes, let's knock it out (metaphorical) and get our OmnisSL up and running. Go Azins! Or, Go Go Gadget G-O-D. Brain! A Penny saved is a penny earned.

No more swear words; promise. My first girlfriend (well sorta, it should be girl-friend, or JJJ's firsts) made me deposit 25-cents in a swear jar to stop me from swearing. I did it; she got rich; I got swear words washed outta my dirty mouth. Either way, it's a win-win. That's a lot of sodas (or water with lemon); or really, just a lot of something. Even if it turns into sugar packets; from either hand. Or palm.

Ideally, I'd like to join you in your church, for 2 hours (half it to 1), to hear the sermon (not on the mount of course). Then I want to see the signs that someone laid out before us; all 6 billion of us (or more, lots more?). And then, I want my sister there, and James there, and whoever else wants to be there (Turbo?) to sing. To sing "Christ in Me" followed by "One Voice." My two favorite praise songs from CCF. And I never knew why. I need the girls to sing the refrain for my fav vrsion of x-in-me; then whoever wants to sing 2-become-1voice can do it. Even if we have to start our own praise band(s). In our heads even. Silent, like how some Amrcn Idols should be. Sanjaya who?

T.RUS.T me; King James is the best Photoshopper I know. You need to meet him. He also happens to be A-major-plus (not minor or major cords btw) at the piano, guitar, drums, singing, karoake, internet, macintosh, wood building, driving, imitating funny people, art, movies, life, etc, everything I know today. In addition, he's the snowboarding instructor at Mammoth I spoke of. I suck at boarding, but Jmz doesn't. He can teach us all. He can keep our mouths warm, our tummies full (he also cooks), and we can rip 180s if we want to. If we want to....I don't, I'm afraid of heights. Or I used to be. Maybe not now. I'm also afraid of speed and coicidences, did I mention that? And now I'm afraid of that damn orange tabby cat; because I think it's black. Deja Vy. Or heck, now I fear rabbits. White ones. Never follow'em. To the Matrix it goes.

Anyway, Jne You know what's up. Or should I say U Know What's Up (featuring Left Eye - Andre Rison) Donelle Jones. Even if it's been only what? 5 days? 3 days? 1 day? 0 negative days? Hi ____[[insert name of your husband]]_____. Sorry for the confusion man, we'll talk it out. If you want.

I'm not looking for A Tribe (whatever they're called) or a (Lucy's) Pearl anymore. I found a diamond. And the diamond is a girl's best friend -- or a guy's? Or a confused someone's. And I don't even believe in diamonds. Because they could be tainted. Tainted by confusion, monopoly, blood? Who knows. Those Canadians know what's clean. Yukon ho. The diamond is yours (worn on top of your sacred wedding band/vow right?). Keep it, I know that. Okay? Seriously, I do. Honest to G__....whoops, nevermind. I'm not ready to say it now.

Ohana = FMLY (only Pidgin sp? I know; sorry)

To Do List - On your free time; if you have free time finishing b4 Dec. After the Ides of March. Like waaaay after. September 7th btw, same as my sister's. But you knew that. Sorry for the swearing, seriously. The L_Rd's name should not be taken in vain; without some consideration at least.

1. Watch/read XMen, and Rogue/Marie.
2. Google Me
3. Don't call/text/communicate; I'll just know your answer.
4. Why? Jane. We're talking; already. Believe?
5. Whatever you like, I'm not here to give you commands. Or make requests. You write your own story/paycheck/destiny. Pre-destination isn't in the cards, or the stars, or the flowers. It's in your heard and your brain, and anyone you care (enough about) to share it with. You know?

Bonus To Do: Adry. But "U" and I can do that later.

See you later. Good luck on your RE test. I'm sure you did great. Thanks for understanding, and thanks for keeping up, and thanks for not jumping off the train before I got there. Peace, Love, Joy. Elation? We'll see.

That U of V story you told me about, wow. It's true; it's Korean; it's scary. It's the world going insane. Or is it just me? Someone tell me, I don't care who.

Thanks for listening, like you always did.

To all addressed:
"See you in heaven (or home);
because limbo won't hold me anymore;
and Earth's/everywhereis afraid we'll take over."

Seriously. Xavier Institute for the Gifted. NghtCrwler. K Wagner. Poof. Or should I say, *bampf*?
See you when I see you. I'm not always on time, but always there when you call. Life after.... Ashanti.
And I don't even like Ashanti, Hong does.

Jane, you're hyperspeed; or even, hyperwest. Look far West to ur Land Ho(me). Right?

(Il)legal Disclaimer

"Illmatically I speak, with profess (confess one's faith in, or allegiance to)ngue in my cheek.
Nothing here is undated, or untimed; it's all legit and not a crime."

Blogger T-shirt; AmrBooty (not your Jon given name it's your Jmz given one), we need more. Lots more. Stock up on the Blogger gear while they got it. Otherwise, we make our own. Hyperwest + (High) Entropy + (High) Times = Nudream (and hopefully, a side of Salsbury Steak). Why find him? We can cook him up right now -- who's hungry? For our taste, for our delight, for our own reading pace. Ameer(beta) wants to disappear? Well heck, we got Ameer(version alpha) right here.

Thanks (all three of you) for getting me outta the car, you know which one. Not the yellow Mini. When're you gonna paint it green anyway? Why bother, let's get a fleet of supercharged, turbo, Minis. Why paint when you can buy (as long as it's not a black and white. SHAMU!). Buying is quicker. No? Then we can walk, and drive, in style. Converse and Mini. Why have it any other way? Play the iPod game? Random/Shuffle? Nah. Let's play the Apple/Mac/iPhone LIFE-style.

Thanks S.Jobs! For giving us a job (that we like). Thanks Mr Gates, for opening the gates (to the vault). Thanks Google, for connecting us all (and making it so damn hard to get into the company, that we never tried. Your loss Sergei). Got a question? Google it.

The Answer isn't AI (even though he should be for Carmelo). It's the question you type into Google that makes all the difference, right? We knew that. Right (my)Space Cole Trickle?

*Eeeert.*

I understand why you did what you had to do. I understand. Now, it's my job, as your friends (and brothers?) to tell you why I did what I did. Just give me your attention, your silence, and your stress free carefree Lawnchairs in the Garage attitude. We can get Dave's Son back. Even though he's now Sage's Daddy. We need him. Don't we? Funky Rooster; Funktion on three. One Two. Three.

"CHAY with a guage and AMER with a nine
HEADING for the chump BY THE DOOR (THREATENING TO LEAVE)
The chump acting ill because they're so full of (IMAGINARY) 9-1-1 PHONE CALLS
Gunshots rang out like a bell (IN MY HEAD)
I grabbed my WRONG BAG (VY'S?) AND all I heard were shells
Falling on the concrete real fast (WHERE'S MYLNE?)
Jumped in THEIR car, COULDN'T slam on the gas (I WAS IN THE BACK!!!)
Bumper to bumper the avenue's packed (OR IT WAS TOTALLY EMPTY, EXCEPT FOR ONE CAR)
I'm trying to get away before the jackers jack
Police on the scene you know what I mean
They passed me up confronted ME ABOUT all the dope fiends
If there was a problem yo I KNOW YOU GUYS (aka THE 3 WISE MEN) WILL solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ (PANDORA.COM) revolves it"

Ice Ice. Baby.

Tell G-MO. If you have to. Otherwise, he knows. Even if he's a hated Lakers fan. Larry Bird is the truth. The Celtics just had too much karma in the 50s-60s not to have it turn around on them. Still, 16 championships and one more in the barrel (metaphorically speaking). Len Bias, Reggie Lewis, Tim Duncan, Chauncey Billups, even Ron Mercer?! You were ours -- instead we got E.Monstrosity and AC Earl (not Green). Bruce Bowen; sucks to see you on the Spurs. Rick Pitino didn't know.

Just like our original Fox (Rick not Jamie Foxx). Bill Simmons; someone hire him to be GM. Danny A, loved you, you were underrated like Deion, but you suck man. Luke Walton; you played in SD, you played against Babbs, your dad loves the '86 team. How can you be helping the Lakers; and B(r)OKE BRYANT?!?!?! Sheesh. Up is down and down is up. TD, you were supposed to be wearing the green and white. But you ended up swimming to the wrong shore -- it's a long trip trip, I know.

Against all odds. But I guess, it's okay. Gerald Green (money, even with digits missing). Al Jefferson (moving on up!). RaJON Rondo. We'll even take Tony Allen and Count Bassie -- if we have to. Gomes? You're our 8th man, sorry. Scalagreeny? You rich guy. You're my towel boy. PP? You were alwasy hte TRUTH. Keep shimmying, keep your head up. What doesn't hurt/stab/kill you, makes you that much better/greater. Number 34, raise it to the roof. Right between McHale and Bird; right where you belong. Even if your game is hard to watch. I'd STILL trade for you (and Air Jersey, maybe Ridnour + Camby?) even if I have to give up the King, the LB23. He's lost the (passing) touch. I know you got it PP. Just keep piercing through. But don't let'em puncture you.

Greg Oden (Chief) or Kevin Durant/Garnett (is #21 available? check [way] upstairs). See you next year -- I hope. Championship before the next president (2008)? Say hey. Or better yet. Say, "And here's tonight's starting lineup, your BOSTON CELTICS, the 2008, 2009, 2010 NBA champions......."

Red Auerbach, RIP. They tried to dance on your parquet. You stopped it. Smoke on Red; smoke on. Pour a little liquor. But make sure someone cleans it up. Because when I see the parquet live for the first time, I'm going to be testing the space between with four quarters; not wiping up your shit/spills. Thanks.

The clover is luck. Four (mythical) leaves, 4 elements. You see? Danny, you see? Larry does (MVP, Coach of the Year, The Living Legend, The Steal, etc). He always saw. And now, DJ's gone, so now he sees alone. The Birdman, finally, lost not his wings (which he always had), but now; he lost his wind.

But see, he knows that one day, you, Kevin, RP (get off the kung fu and weed man), and Reggie Lew; can get that other championship (plus twenty more). And if we have to; trade someone for Wildcat Luke. Anyone.

"Luke, I am your father; go play for the Celtics." Throw it down big man, throw it down.