July 29, 2007

I'm not here right now

So this is the first time I've really gotten a chance to use my new laptop for this kinda work. I must say. Its really refreshing and the action on this laptop is much better than the allway down stroke of a normal keyboard. For now, I think i'm set. Hah.

July 28, 2007

i'm racist.

Damn straight. If I wanted to, seriously, I could find a stereotype for every race out there. Dont get me wrong about civil liberties and all, but some things I find annoying. I wont identify them, but I will let you all know I am.

July 27, 2007

Zach's Guide on Surviving 10 minutes into the future: Culture Gap

Lets take a metaphorical example, take you and time and tweak it. You have now been thrown forward, into the future... TEN WHOLE MINUTES.

Good evening readers here from sunny, West coast San Francisco. I dont live there, but I live somewhere near. But anyhow, lets get started on our whole situation. What are you going to do to survive? How will you manage? But today, we focus on the Culture gap of your pre10 minute agoistic culture and the culture of the 10 minutes ahead culture.

Number one: If anyone should ask you if you've heard the new: Djoe or Eaked Album, do what you used to do ten minutes in the past whenever someone mentioned a band you've never heard of. Lie the shit out of your pants. No need to actually know the songs themselves either. Just nod and go: Oh yeah! a lot. You're catching on quickly!

Example: In the 10 minute past:
Bob: Hey man, have you heard the new Radiohead album?
Sara: Um... (contemplates... Who is Radiohead?) Of course. It's totally awesome.
Bob: Good
*time quirk*
Futurebob: Hey man, have you heard the new MxPx album?
Sara: Um... (contemplates... Who is MxPx?) Of course. It's totally awesome.
Futurebob: Boop boop.

Number 2: When anyone asks you to sing along, just BS it. It dont matter if you know the words for sure. Just do what you used to in the past. Mouthing! It makes you look cool, and yet, all you're doing is behaving like a fish! Applies to past songs, future songs and foreign songs.

Example: In the 10 minute past
Bob: Hey Sara, c'mon. Sing "Indigo Tapes" with me!
Sara: *mouths along*
Bob: And I dont know how you got the tape stuck in there! Oooh yeah!
*time quirk*
Futurebob: Hey Sara, c'mon. Sing "Indigenous Tapes" with me!
Sara: *mouths along*
Bob: And I dont know how the abo got into the VCR! Oooh yeah!
*abduction into foreign country*
Roberto: Muey Muey sneiohah, Quong "Indyhgk Tapuu" con mah!
Sara: *mouths along*
Roberto: dugga Dugga dugga! Hoom vah leek do tah!

So maybe that last one wont work so well, but anything is always worth a shot.

Number three: So you've missed the last ten minutes in television. Big deal you think. Of course its a big deal. Look at your watch. What time did you skip? First part of the hour or half hour? You got off lucky. The end of the first half hour or the end of the hour? You're screwed! How will you know what happens on reality TV shows or game shows or your soaps?! Hopefully, if you were smart, you'd tape every single episode on television, stack and correlate the tapes and watch them if you ever experience a time jump. You may look like a crazy person whose home is filled with a million VCR cassette tapes, but at least you'll know who got kicked off the island while you were gone.

Number four: If you were in a club at the time. Lucky you. You've just skipped past 10 minutes of annoying thumping sounds that passes for music in bars. But maybe while you were gone, they started playing a song that was interactive. Like the macarena or the YMCA. Whatever it is 10 minutes into the future and you find yourself in the middle of, get the heck out. Dont be a fool and stand and try to do what everyone else is doing. You'll never make it.

So with that in mind, happy futures means you did something bad in the past! I'm your blogger, Z

July 23, 2007

Hat Feather

I'm an avid wearer of hats. I have a fairly large collection for a kid my age. Thug kids with a billion of those New era hats can forget about it for a moment. I dont bother with trivial stuff. Its like the same hat but in different color.

But I. My collection is a work of art. Of which, baseball caps are a minority. That's right. I dont wear that. But today, I bought a fedora, up at my usual shop in Berkeley when I decided to get a hat feather and I picked one out. I assumed it cost a dollar or so, so yeah. No biggie. But now, I have a mondo cool fedora, a straw panama, some other hats, and my *cough* baseball caps.

Driving home today, I guess the feather either fell out, or flew out the window. I noticed it was gone after I dropped a friend off. How annoying. Something you travelled 15 miles to get, now its gone missing. Greeeat. At least I have school there.

July 22, 2007


You know how people quote each other and famous people. It got me thinking. Will people ever quote me?

I know for a fact that my friend Erik has quoted my famous bubble gum quote. But that's the tip of the iceberg. I want people to quote me for years to come.

On bubble gum:

Man has suffered in-numerously, he has battled against diseases, eradicated some, taken on the fiercest animals of dark Africa. We have conquered space and the deepest reaches of the earth and yet, the one thing mankind cannot fight against is the indefatigable, little piece of gum on the bottom of our shoes.

On maturity

The day i'm letting any of you tell me to set an example for little children is the day people stop calling me the "future" of america.

On Bush

He has captured the hearts of americans, broke them, sent some to their deaths, taken our jobs and yet some how, he's still here.

On Cellphones and technology

The cellphone no more has linked together mankind than has it locked themselves against each other. We call ourselves open. We can communicate wherever we want, whenever we want. But only with whoever we want. In this age of communication and technology, we have surrounded ourselves in our fortifications of cables and motherboards and refused to see the light of day. No longer is an interaction between people a meeting, but a mere text message or an instant message.

On myspace

It says very distinctively up there. A place for friends. Now don't get me wrong, its users aparently those who wish to keep personal identity as private information. Refuse to make friends with people who randomly show up. Oh what a total crock. The purpose defeated within a few years.

On stanfurd

You suck

On "that" situation

You know, when I dont need it, I always find an abundance of them. Now the moment is prime, the project is ready to go. And not a single one of the things I need is nowhere to be found

On inspration

Can a quote really inspire someone that much? Or are quotes the spawn of other quotes?

On packaging and cleanliness

Mankind has curbed diseases. But also has ushered in the era of waste. We waste innumerous amounts of plastics on individual cook wrappers and such. Does it really have to be necessary to use a new paper towel or swiffer cloth for every time you make a mess on the counter. Surely the fact that your countertop is cleaner than a hospital doesn't mean that it produces as much waste as one. There must be a better solution

On thermoses

What's that? Hm? Some sort of space age vacuum sealed food container no doubt eh?! Is it?! Oh it is.

On Vonnegut

Sure i'll take a flying fuck at the moon!

July 16, 2007

My brother cost me a job


Just to satisfy his "internet" need, he took the internet from me, right in the middle of a job application. Now I cant apply for work there for another thirty days. It would have been the sweetest job in the world too. If it wasn't for him.

I'm a man who doesn't own one of everything.

Damn straight. I'm the kind of guy who owns multiples of the things in questions. Just look at my room. I'll have two computers soon too. But I have two mice on my desk, two speakers, two chairs, two desks, 4 slide rulers, a billion rulers, 6 stringed instruments, a butt load of ethnic instruments, three clarinets, two pianos, two printers, three pieces of stereo equipment, three lamps, two windows, two rugs, two trash cans, 5 model boats in here. Its certainly alot. But yeah.

There's really no point to this. I just felt like it.

July 15, 2007

Page 23

Its kidna old on the blogosphere, but i'll do it.

1. Open the book you are currently reading.
2. Turn to page 23.
3. Type the 5th sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.

at the moment, i'm reading "A Pattern Language" by Christopher Alexander, Sara Ishikawa, Murray Silverstein, Max Jacobson, Ingrid Fiksdahl-King and Shlomo Angel

"Physically and genetically, we appear best adapted to a tropical savanna, but as a cultural animal we utilize learned adaptations to cities and towns."

kinda boring.

July 13, 2007


Heh, 2007 is a big year for all Cal Football fans. This year will mark the twenty fifth anniversary of

Dah dah dah daaaa!


I'm excited. A great time to be join Cal Band for sure!

Give us the right to speak! As long as its only us!

You think we've come so far in so few years do you? Well, in some ways, we have. But in very touchy situations, we're dumber than the cavemen themselves. No offense to you cavemen out there on computers. But recently, the US Senate...

well. I wont quite tell you yet, but i'll give a bit of info first. So in the Senate chambers, usually things start off with a prayer or something like that. Its usually done by the Christian Chaplin of Congress but on several occasions, it will go out to different creeds to start off. But in this unfortunate circumstance, a guest Hindu priest came in to say opening prayers before the senate when all of a sudden, he was shouted down by several witnesses.

Three were arrested. The first one had said: "Lord Jesus, Forgive us father, for allowing a prayer which is an abomination in your sight." "You are the one, true living God"

Thanfully, they were arrested. Christian nuts apparently. You see these people in protest videos. They call themselves the tolerant ones and accuse the police who grab them as the idiots and the unknowing. But really, we can see whats going on. I might have mentioned this earlier but alot of groups have campaigned for their voices. Especially the democratic party you know. I mentioned the BART ad for pro life in an earlier post. I would find it, but I cant. Hah. But the idea is you fight for your own voice, but you make sure no one else can speak their voice. I highly doubt you'll find blacks and KKK members protesting against a hindu prayer together. Our mind set. Is to satisfy ourselves and some of us have decided to take it into our own hands to pound the right ideas in their opinion, into our heads. I'm all for a Hindu, catholic, jewish, muslim, satanic opening prayer at Congress, but when one voice claws for more and thinks they're the best and only way. I cant tolerate that.

I can just imagine these three people. A middle aged man with big glasses, hands folded together, eyes closed and just shouting out those words in the senate chambers. "ABOMINATION!" I dont get how people were ever taught this way. To defend your ideals, but make sure that no one else can speak and that they learn that that is the way and the only way.

video of the incident: http://www.breitbart.tv/html/2957.html
article: http://www.breitbart.com/article.php?id=070712205448.8n6ee52e&show_article=1&image=large

July 12, 2007

So bored, I'm doing a survey on Harry Potter

Harry Potter Survey :D

[ ] You've never done drugs.
[x] You have a lot of friends.
[x] You get along with everyone.
[ ] You love soccer.
[ ] You love baseball.
[x] You're into writing and art
[ ] Favorite music genre is rock.
[x] You believe in "innocent until proven guilty" theory.
[x] One of your favorite colors is red or gold.
[x] You have good grades at school.
[ ] One of the worst things you are at is lying
[x] You plan on going to college.

TOTAL: 7...

[x] You're content with mostly everything in your life right now.
[ ] You laugh a lot.
[ ] You like to follow trends.
[ ] Politics suck.
[x] You love to swim
[x] Water "marco polo" is awesome.
[ ] Pink is one of your favorite colors.
[ ] Black is morbid & depressing.
[NO!] Michael Jackson is talented as a musical artist.
[ ] You're an optimist.
[ ] You're emotional.
[ ] You believe in going steady at a young age.
[ ] You haven't made fun of anyone this month.
[x] Loyalty is the MOST important thing in a relationship.


[ ] You're depressed to a certain extent.
[x] You love to read.
[x] You appreciate theatre & arts.
[] Sports suck.
[ ] Hate is completely unneeded.
[x] Indie is your favorite genre of music.
[x] Every once in a while you have little anger outbursts.
[x] Lying is sometimes okay.
[x] Blue is one of your favorite colors.
[x] Knowledge is the key to power
[ ] Sarcasm is the best kind of humor
[x] People should know what they're talking about before they talk.

[x] There's at least one person you hate/dislike
[ ] Basketball is a good sport.
[x] Football is amazing.
[ ] Black is a cool color.
[x] You've lied about something serious
[] You're a very deep person.
[x] You have considered suicide.
[ ] You are not very loyal.
[x] You like heavy metal.
[ ] They make school seem more important than it is.
[x] You're scared/nervous to grow up.
[] Anger is one of your primary feelings. <--- i'd say that's a gryfindor trait haha. and no i cant spell
[ ] you have trust issues.
[ ] Guilty until proven innocent.
-----slytherin's arent emo suicidal goth freaks. wtf.



I couldn't help but play around with an ASCGenerator

Stolen from New North. Heck, what isn't?

The prerequisite to understanding this letter is to have encountered some of Mr. Zachary C Wong's pleas and to have realized how refractory they are. What follows is the story of how Zachary can be so rich in the rhetoric of democracy and yet so poor in its implementation. I do not wish to evaluate alcoholism here, though I assert that Zachary would have us believe that university professors must conform their theses and conclusions to his contemptible, fork-tongued prejudices if they want to publish papers and advance their careers. That, of course, is nonsense, total nonsense. But Zachary is surrounded by brown-nosing schmoes who parrot the same nonsense, which is why if his subalterns had even an ounce of integrity, they would fight for our freedom of speech. He claims to be supportive of my plan to drive off and disperse the nettlesome dissemblers who create a system of jingoism characterized by confidential files, closed courts, gag orders, and statutory immunity. Don't trust him, though; he's a wolf in sheep's clothing. Before you know it, he'll force square pegs into round holes. Not only that, but Zachary's favorite tactic is known as "deceiving with the truth". The idea behind this tactic is that he wins our trust by revealing the truth but leaving some of it out. This makes us less likely to inculcate in the reader an inquisitive spirit and a skepticism about beliefs that Zachary's deputies take for granted.

Zachary talks a lot about antagonism and how wonderful it is. However, he's never actually defined what it means. How can he argue for something he's never defined? My answer is, as always, a model of clarity and the soul of wit: I don't know. However, I do know that he has OD'd on isolationism. Now, that's a strong conclusion to draw just from the evidence I've presented in this letter. So let me corroborate it by saying that an armed revolt against Zachary is morally justified. However, I insist that it is not yet strategically justified. Sadly, in once sense, Zachary is correct. If we let him work both sides of the political fence, then I will obviously be forced to have a conniption. His occasional demonstrations of benevolence are not genuine. Nor are Zachary's promises. In fact, I appreciate feedback and other people's views on subjects. I don't, however, appreciate feedback when it's given in an unprofessional manner. Zachary claims that the rules don't apply to him. I, however, claim that that's a load of crud. Yes, I hate him to my very bone marrow, but according to him, clever one-liners are a valid substitute for actual thinking. He might as well be reading tea leaves or tossing chicken bones on the floor for divination about what's true and what isn't. Maybe then Zachary would realize that an unholy alliance of combative rabble-rousers and flippant, besotted quiddlers has been instrumental in devising increasingly repressive ways to turn the social order upside-down so that the dregs on the bottom become the scum on the top. Let's remember that.

The acid test for Zachary's "kinder, gentler" new initiatives should be, "Do they still wage an odd sort of warfare upon a largely unprepared and unrecognizing public?" If the answer is yes, then we can conclude that Zachary claims that we should abandon the institutionalized and revered concept of democracy. That claim is preposterous and, to use Zachary's own language, overtly prissy. No history can justify it. Here's the heart of the matter: He doesn't use words for communication or for exchanging information. He uses them to disarm, to hypnotize, to mislead, and to deceive. Are you still with me? To put it another way, I don't believe that we should avoid personal responsibility. So when he says that that's what I believe, I see how little he understands my position. I am not Mr. Zachary C Wong's whipping boy. That is why, come what may, we must challenge the present and enrich the future.

La complaint generator. Rather fun. here

I beat the neighbor's Dog!

That sentence could be taken several ways. I could have hit it, or I could have beat it in competition. In this case, its the latter. Whilst cleaning my room today, the neighbor's little pug was let out. It just started barking and yapping. It stopped for awhile but obviously, I had to provoke something :D of course. I moved over towards my bed by the windows and proceeded to start dusting things. I keep little models and stuff on there. But it was when I was dusting the picture of Dag Hammerskjold did I really want to tempt the silly. I barked at it. Really. I did. Then it started yipping again and then, the neighbor lady opened the door and yelled at it. "Get back in here. Honestly, you make too much noise."

That is my story of triumph for today

July 11, 2007

Being Sanitary is being Wasteful

I really wanted to write this. No reason, no restrictions, just a writing on the follies of being sanitary.

We live in the "digital" age. A time where virtually all young americans are plugged into some sort of electronic device. Long have we walked away from things we used to plug into walls like toasters and televisions and did we really start sticking stuff into our ears. But come the digital age, information travels faster than a mail box with a jet engine. And we are informed. We're linked to colleges and libraries and digital references like wiki. At this point, mankind has known more than he has to in three lifetimes. Some of us watch others via the magic of internet video clips and such. And now, we're possibly some of the most informed beings ever. But with great knowledge comes great challenges.

I suppose up until now, people were familiar with common household agents such as ajax and bleach. That might have been it apart from windex and 409. Today's household cleaners include ones that are non toxic and stripping kinds and ones that kills 99.99 percent of germs. Or those wipe things that'll kill everything and eliminate the sponge altogether. But all this stuff on the common market, does it really help? In some ways, yes. In others, no.

In good ways, it kills and disinfect things we use. Knife cleaners, kitchen counter cleaners, wood top cleaners, stove cleaners. But all this specialized competition has really eliminated the all purpose cleaner. For obvious reasons such as quality and price, competition exists in the specialization of products and goods. But you generate more waste. Thats the thing. One square of paper towel for a stove cleaner, then another square to clean the counters. Waste just piles up.

I remember in the good old days. Grandma's house used to have one thing for cleaning. Dish soap. She managed to make that work everywhere. Dish soap to mop the floor, dish soap for dishes, countertops, stoves etc. Also, she used a sponge and maybe a rag. Those would've lasted a while. But bring in the product factor and specialization, more and more waste exists.

Similarly, at my cousin's house, they use alot of stuff to clean. As do I at my house. We have a thing to clean floors, and to wash carpets and counter top cleaner and this and that. Compared to grandma's garbage can, ours is packed sometimes. Of course, she lives alone now but that's not in this case.

So next time you spend 7.50 on a can of moisty naps, think about how much you could save by just taking a sandwich bag and some wet paper towels. Heh. Ghetto.

July 09, 2007

Crazy old woman

As always, I'm on my bicycle riding through Alameda when my friend Jeff calls me to pick up some things from his place. Just a bunch of vellum papers and a slide rule. And lucky me, the only way I could carry any of that stuff was to roll it up and stick it into my back pack. Which made it really awkward to walk and ride my bike. Afterawhile, I got pretty used to it. But my neck was at a really awkward angle. But anywhoo. I decided to use San Jose and then Willow avenue when I passed by the old person's home right by the city hospital. Apparently, the management of that care center was willing enough to let a senile old woman water the plants. At first, I didnt mind. But then as I was riding past, she just thought it'd be fun to get the guy with a giant roll of paper on his back wet. Hum. Crazy old people. I yelled at her and she just resumed watering the plants as if nothing had happened.

July 03, 2007

I can sooo relate to this... hehe

The best of craigslist has done it again. They've managed to find the inner tickilings of San Franciscian hatred of SoCal behavior. And this guy manages to express it just right.

You came into Royal Grounds, Russian Hill

You are the 30ish, 5'5", 120#, “Blonde" girl with the spackled foundation and knock-off bronze-metallic Prada bag. You were on your cell, blabbing with an artificial "Laguna Beach" accent and blissfully absorbing the "attention" of everyone else in the joint. You’ve been in line for about eight minutes.

I'd like to inform you of a few things:

1. We are not staring at you because you are hot or cool, or interesting. We (read: everyone else in the joint) are trying make you burst into flames by focusing our searing hatred toward your shellacked mary-jane wedges. Believe me, most of us could care less about your insipid desperation to appear cool. We care much more about you leaving. Now.

2. Royal Grounds does not serve “venti latte’s”. You’ve gotten all dizzy and come to the wrong place. You’re looking for McDonald’s, or Jenny Craig, or Fresh Choice. Stupid twat.

3. Make a decision before you get to the front of the line, bitch. I know… you’ve got low blood sugar so its haaaaard to decide, but settling on a fat-free muffin and a low-fat latte shouldn’t take one hundred twelve seconds at the counter. Especially since you’ve been in line for eight minutes saying, “I knoooow. Ohmigod, I KNOOOWWWW! Really? I know…”. Its not like you’ve been on hold with Comcast. You’re in line for coffee at 7:55am. Die. Now. Or at least spontaneously bleed or do something interesting and painful like a seizure.

4. Leave a freaking tip. That little jar isn’t there to TAKE CHANGE FROM. If you need change for the bus, simply ASK the nice gal behind the counter. Don’t dig around in her tip jar for quarters while drawling about losing your Muni Pass to your feeble-minded phone-mate. We all know you lost your Muni Pass along with the tattered remnants of your shriveled dignity at the Royal Joke last night at 1:12am. It is just at the end of Bonita Street under that pile of wadded Kleenex. You know, near where you woke up, skank.

5. Get your fucking bag off my table! Damn, now you’ve done it. You’ve taken me from focused disgust to personal rage. Just because I’m seated at the table next to the no-calorie sweeteners doesn’t mean I want your greasy, cum-stained whore-sack on my paper; nudging my coffee and getting dangerously close to contaminating my bagel. Not even an “excuse me” or a “do you mind/”. In fact, I might have let it pass with simple hatred had you bothered to engage some semblance of decency. But, there you go, no concern for my space or belongings.

6. It was not an accident that my coffee “fell” onto your feet while you were adding the Spleda to your beverage. I purposely removed the lid. I carefully planned knocking it “just so” in hopes of getting at least one of your feet covered in scalding bean juice. Did that burn a little? Don’t worry about the shoes. Pleather cleans up nicely. The sugar should get nice and sticky soon. Kind of like your thighs and tits felt before you used a handi-wipe on them this morning when you came to.

7. It was funny to watch you drop your phone into the bus-tray, prance on your little feet, and protest with “Ohmigod! Ohmigod!” while everyone else took delight in your suffering. Did you believe me to be sincere when I said, “Oh, wow. That must hurt.” Notice how I didn’t apologize? Of course you didn’t.

8. Yes, I purposely chose that moment to get up and leave. I definitely meant to bump you ever so slightly with the table and knock your bag to the floor with my laptop and paper. I admit it: I wanted to cause you as much inconvenience as possible without actually breaking any laws.

9. The people behind you in line were purposefully rude in pushing around you to get lids, sugar, cream and stuff. They grinned when they observed my work. They wryly smiled. They hate you as much as I do. Probably as much as your mother did when she dropped you off at the orphanage.

10. Even though I had significantly slowed the pace of everyone’s day, there wasn’t a bit of anger directed at me. Rather, there was joy, gratefulness, even one woman who mouthed, “Awesome”. You are disgusting and unwelcome. Move away. Get crippled. Go blind. Just leave.