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[Feb. 18th, 2010|01:45 pm] |
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After a 2 year absence, my chronic depression has decided to, once again, rear its ugly head. |
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[Feb. 16th, 2010|12:31 pm] |
The truth is a cruel mistress. And it seems that God has no plan in store for me than but to suffer.
It happens this way every time,
I find comfort in my family, and they divorce
I find camaraderie in the Army, and I get discharged
I find solace in skiing, and tear my legs
I find love in a woman, and I become torn apart.
" In addition to my numerous acquaintances, I have one more intimate confidant. My depression is the most faithful mistress that I have known, No wonder then that I return the love." Soren A. Kierkeggatrd |
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[Nov. 5th, 2009|08:45 am] |
Right, I wanted to rant on the topic of the Afghani election, or lack thereof, but I'm pressed for time and I feel like writing. I'll do what comes easiest: talking about recent events in relation to myself.
A few nutty days have come and gone. Put the pwn on a much anticipated Learning Psychology test, and kicked the bollocks out of a Philosophy presentation on Russell and Berkeley. Had a few party days, can't complain. Halloween was alright, spent it dealing with some shit with some of the boys, situations involving (invariably) a girl.
My roomie Tom has his girlfriend (of sorts) from Nova Scotia up this week, but she's cool so I don't mind that much, hah.
The recording of my bands' EP goes well, slow but well. We're nearly done with the demos, and once we're squared away there (and can get ahold of some decent interface equipment) we'll start multitracking. We have 2 gigs next week, headliners at both, wednesday at the common man and friday at Junkyard Dawgs. We're starting to put bids in at bars and other attractions, we're getting some great attention, and are actually making some cash on the side! The name is "Rescue Toaster," by the way.
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[Oct. 28th, 2009|09:23 am] |
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This is not something I'd expect to occur at my college.
Last night at 6:49pm, on my way to my public admin class (sucks) I recieved a text message from the PSU text alert system. Usually it's notification of cancelled classes because of weather or pipes bursting, ect.. But this one was different.
It read:
"FR: PSU Alert System, SUBJ: Gunman on campus. MSG: Possible gunman on campus. Subject spotted in several locations within last 90 minutes. As a precaution, please stay indoors."
One of my roomates, in his infinite wisdom, comes bursting around the cul de sac, "PSU IS UNDER ATTACK!"
Great choice of words. Turns out the bugger was spotted about 400ft from my apartment, at 5:45pm, an hour before a warning went out.
The second text from the PSU alert system read as follows;
"Alert Update: The unidentified male is approximately 5'7" and wearing (a) white baggy hoodie and dark baggy sweats. He has a hat or bandana. Please check e-mail for additional updates. In the meantime, please stay inside. Buildings are being checked by police now."
It was about this time that WMUR got ahold of the story, and made a grand fuss over it. I proceeded to get phone calls from Tim, Evan, Anthony, Abi, and IM's from a few others. To which the leading question was, "are you 'the gunman'?"
Not in the least bit worried, I proceeded to watch an annoying film about evangelist christians in the south, at my roomates incessance. I got mad, (these are people who proclaim the entire nation of Islam the "enemy of Christ," and that "we must purge those who wish him ill". Even I'll say that the majority of practicing Muslims are genuine, peaceful, people of faith.) and decided to play Fallout 3 for awhile.
At 9:43pm, my phone lit up with the following message:
"FR: PSU Alert System SUBJ: Advisory Alert Lifted MSG: No further Sightings-Police have searched campus & all open buildings. You may return to your residences."
Swell. I haven't left.
At 11:35;
"FR: PSU Alert System SUBJ:Incident Resolved MSG: Individual identified and interviewed by police. Incident safely resolved. See Email or web for details."
Fast times at Plymouth State.
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[Oct. 27th, 2009|08:00 am] |
Back on the macbook. I'm still in love.
Thought I'd comment on this news story, before I jump off to philosophy class.
Read it here.
So basically, a couple of NW Air pilots decided to facebook shit for an hour during a flight.
Will someone PLEASE explain to me how this is any different from the case of the 2 pilots drunk on the job 10 years ago?
This is not my primary concern however, rather, it's was NORAD's response to the situation.
NORAD (North American Aerospace Defense Command) is essentially the military oversight concerning air & space traffic to, from and inside our borders. It is relevant to note that NORAD was held in contempt after 9/11 for failing to order fighters in the air in such a manner that they could've prevented flights Flight 11 & 175 from colliding with the World Trade Centers.
Let's follow up with the facts of Flight 188. Essentially, they overshot their landing by nearly 150 MILES because they had been using their personal computers. This brings several concerns to bear;- What the bloody hell were they using laptops for? It's a strict violation of FAA, NTSB and NW Air policies, not to mention fucking stupid.
- How many bloody people are in the cockpit of an Airbus 320? The answer is two. Both were occupied by their computers. Slap both of them for a lack of common sense- if someone wants to goof off at work, you obviously have one of your buddies keep a lookout.
- Radio contact with the aircraft was lost for over an hour. Now this aircraft was en route to Minneapolis, MN, a city with a population of just under 400,000. You mean to tell me that ATC (Air Traffic Control) lets a plane chill out for more than 30 minutes without contact before saying, "Hey, perhaps something is askew! Let's holler at the Air Force!"
- NW Airlines defends their employees actions thusly; "The crew stated they were in a heated discussion over airline policy and lost situational awareness." Yeah, and I can discuss philosophy while driving and not drift off for an HOUR.
My greatest concern is that regarding the response of NORAD, mainly, that even though an hour had passed without contact with flight 188, fighters were still not airborne. Now, I'm not famiiar with the amount of time that NORAD had to deal with the hijacked planes during 9/11, but at what point do we say to ourselves, "Okay, to be on the safe side, put some F-22's in the air?"
In the case of AA Flight 11, one of the planes that crashed into the WTC on 9/11, its last regular radio contact was at 0813, after turning off their transponder ( at 0821) AND changing course to NYC, it was at 0825 that Boston Air Control alerted East Coast ATC about the situation, but they didn't inform NORAD, that is, until 0834. NORADs northeastern unit, NEADS (NorthEast Air Defense Sector) was informed about the possiblity of a hijacking, and pilots were being prepped at this time. It wasn't until 0837 that the hijacking had been confirmed, and Boston Control asked NEADS for assistance. Flight 11 crashed into the North Tower at 0846.5, F-15's were in the air a mere 30 seconds before flight 11 took the North Tower down.
25 minutes. 25 minutes from loss of communications to military notification. 9 minutes thereafter - disaster. It appears that our response was a bit too late. NEADS was informed of the crash at 0850, while F-15's were still searching for the hijacked aircraft.
Now, if it took 25 minutes to go from "all is well" to "all is hell", you would think that our crack professionals at the FAA and NORAD would have altered their protocols to be more assertive and responsive. For those of you that aren't in the know, the US Military likes to respond to situations in such a way that they; a) learn from said situation, and b) create measure to ensure that it won't happen again.
Now, let's put it all into perspective here. Flight 188, our crack geek squad, was out of contact for more than an hour, with the transponder still broadcasting. Flight 11 was out of contact a mere 8 minutes before its transponder was cut, 17 minutes later it had crashed.
From my perspective, it appears as if they dilly-dallied for FAR too long. If NORAD was really concerned (and how could they not have been?) then WHAT BLOODY KEPT THEM FROM DOING SHIT?! If it takes 25 minutes for shit to go wrong why on Gods green fucking Earth would you let them fuck around for a damn hour without doing anything?! In my opinion, you put those birds in the air within 10 minutes of last required contact, and you put them on standby if there's no contact within 3 minutes of requirement.
That's my rant. Airline pilots are morons, this I've accepted. But this bugger was in daudling at 37,000 feet for more than an hour and there were no fighter jets ready to blow the thing to hell, and pre-empt another 9/11. It seems to me like NORAD didn't learn their lesson.
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[Oct. 14th, 2009|11:59 am] |
I've had girl issues,
but this,
THIS,
is something more complicated, confusing & aggravating than anything I've ever known.
It seems that all this girl does is bring drama to me and my boys.
This ends now. |
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[Oct. 13th, 2009|09:28 am] |
skipping class, so rebellious. Giggity.
Woke up this morning, to find... waaaait for it
SNOW.
Plummeting in big, wet, heavy flakes.
God loves me.
Started recording tracks for the EP with Ian yesterday, hopefully it'll be finished by winter break. It's gonna be something else.
All because of the MacBook.
Right, time to be responsible and clean shit. Peace. |
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[Oct. 7th, 2009|11:48 am] |
I'm typing this, a long overdue entry, on my new Macbook pro. Long story. Here goes:
A few weeks ago, my Sony Viao started acting odd. The left mouse key stopped working, and one of the speakers died. The battery life withered to a mere 30 minutes, and the 80gb hard drive was overflowing. But it was last weekend, while having peeps over at the apartment, that the catalyst occurred. A friend of mine, who shall remain nameless, somehow launched a beer from halfway across the room, landing on my keyboard. No sparks flew, but there was a river of beer on the keyboard. Come morning, the thing refused to start, and the keyboard was sticky as hell. I was able to get the damn thing to start, but the results were less than appealing. Half of the keys were stuck down or completely dead.
Now, I love my Sony, it has served me well for 4 years, surviving 2 different colleges, 2 trips to Vail, and God knows what else. However, she has shown her age, slowing down, getting clogged, crashing for no good reason. I've been a PC user all my life, and had no good reason to switch. Until my apartment-mate Mike turned me onto his mac. A slick black machine, with gnarly software, and the ability to record a album right out of the box. How could I not look into it?
So I started rooting through the internet and my peeps with macs, and the praise was immense. So, on Monday, I zipped in good 'ol Slick Rick down to Salem, the nearest Apple Store. Sidebar: I use a check from my investment fund to pay for all my college expenses; books, tuition, room & meal plan, ect.. I deemed having a working computer essential to my education (and it's a great write-off come tax season), so I snagged my checkbook and made of Salem. Before leaving however, I called ahead of time to, a) ensure they had the model I wanted in stock, B) accepted a student discount, and C) could use my check. The man on duty assured me there would be no problem with any of the items. So, and hour and a half later, I arrive in Salem, pick out my Mac (a 13'' MacBook Pro, 2.59gHz processor, 4GB ram, 250GB HD), various accessories, and make for the checkout counter. Turns out, they don't accept checks that have a PO Box as the referenced address (as I send my business mail to my dads companies address in Plymouth). After ripping the sales assistant a new one, I was forced to visit... *shudder*... Best Buy.
Now, for the sake of entertainment, I'll elaborate on my hatred for this big-box cockslap. When I bought my Sony from the Best Buy in Concord, I asked that they install an extra 512mb of ram into it. When I got it back, the dicksuck that installed it registered my new $1,500 Viao in HIS NAME. So for the last 4 years, I've seen this douchebags moniker appear every time I start that bitch up. So, it goes without saying, I was not impressed with their customer support, and was perfectly intent on never purchasing from them again.
But this time, I had no choice. I had lost my philosophy presentation on my Sony, and had to reconstruct it from scratch before the due date: tomorrow at 9 am. I needed a computer TONIGHT.
So I sucked it up and visited best buy, where I was met with some of the most incompetent sales associates in the history of retail. First off, the long-haired, WoW playing fuck that I actually had to physically GRAB to get to pay attention to me, didn't know shit about the Macs he was selling, or about the accessories, or about the software. I had to get his manager to get any shit done, it took an hour of fucking about to finally get out of there with what I wanted. (It wasn't until today that I discovered that my macbook doesn't have the new Snow Leopard OS X, even though Douchy McDouchestain said it did.)
However, all bullshit aside, I do LOVE THIS THING. Not only is it pretty lookin' and fast as hell, but it is soo easy to use, and intuitive! That's saying ALOT from a life-long PC user. Itunes got right up on my music library, and I actually think my music sounds BETTER now than it did on my Sony. Sweet digs. Although there are a few Mac eccentricities that I have to get used to, for the most part, I'm ecstatic. I do, however, get Boot Camp up and running so anthony and I can use Hollywood.
Okay, I'm working on a hot-shit playlist for our Columbus Day party, and it requires my full attention. Peace!
~J |
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[Aug. 21st, 2009|11:37 pm] |
Long time, no post. My bad
Turned 22 years old on wednesday, and its dawning upon me, I'm getting old. And I'm not excited about it. Maturity, at least for me, has always been feigned. I'm simply much more amused with cheeky, childish shennigans.
Fatness comes home tomorrow, finally. I've missed him so much, as homoerotic as that might sound. He's my best friend. To think that he's gone for good in a few months, that's just a bit too much at the moment.
But anyway.
Moving into my apartment next week, and I really can't wait. It's a new start, at a familiar place. How many chances like that am I gonna get?
I won't waste this one.
Right, back to eating my birthday cake.
Peace |
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[Aug. 10th, 2009|11:33 am] |
oink oink oink
can't wait to move out
time for a drive to nashua |
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