Long nights to Bejing

All i remember of last night is following a white sports car with two Chinese twin sisters who seemed to be soccer stars with some type of misinformed rap career on the side. We traveled on some snowy freeway with a speed limit and measurement system which had to have been devised by some whiskey-bent awful jackass. i think it was somewhere in Europe, maybe Germany. At one point i was riding in the backseat of the white car controlled by the soccer rap twins. The one in the driver seat directly in front of me was wearing yellow, her sister next to her was in red with cutoff jean shorts. The twin in yellow starts rapping about how the sisters own all the same clothing but didn't know where her jean shorts were located. She seemed upset about this. She concluded with "actually, those might be my shorts." Her sister seemed to agree.

Learn to swim

So there's a code in the Bible. Sure, i'll buy that. It's only thousands of pages long with millions of letters...there's no way you CAN'T put together some words from random sequential order. How bad is it when we dissect the Bible to look for hope and inspiration. We're all lost and we have been since the dawning of mankind, so we invent god. After god we invent books that god gave to us and we take comfort in them. Then shit gets so miserable that the word of god doesn't even do it, we have to search for deeper meaning and deeper salvation from ourselves from a notion we created. Remember how evolution is real? Remember how we should always find ways to evolve for the betterment of not only ourselves but the species as a whole? Maybe the answer for our misery lies not within some crackpot code but within ourselves, hidden dormant and waiting. Waiting for humans as a whole to stop begging something to save us and start saving ourselves. Waiting for us to take up the cause to evolve.
Meh.

2010 and again and again

So far the new year ain't so new. As people make resolutions in a determined manner to make this year better than last, all i can think about is manifest destiny. We are our own wicked gods. Your (my, anyone's) new year could start in August or June or even two days before Christmas if we chose to, but for some reason we take comfort in knowing our new cycle of life will start January 1st and not a moment before. Ninety-four or so hours into 2010 i wonder why we procrastinate until now to make resolutions to change. Understood is that it's the start of the new solar cycle, but it's the principle. People do tiny things towards self-improvement/empowerment throughout the year, but it seems that all the big stuff, the true desires are reserved for midnight. Curious.