| July 2 ,1997 | |||||||||||||||
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| Sheet of Cron | |
1:34 am
I washed my clothes, as was prophecied in the stars two days ago, and they are now drying. These are preparations for the
journey to California, home of 1/3rd the U.S. population. I will land at SFO at 12:24 pm, and have made no arrangements to be picked up or anything.
I don't know where anyone I know lives, and the last time I was in San Francisco was, ohh, 48 months ago (around 12 years). So, I don't remember how to get anywhere.
What I'll do is find a bus stop and pester the bus driver. Or page Ed. Yes, page Ed.
Since I woke up so late today, I will not go to sleep between now and when my plane leaves. If I do, I will most certainly miss it. Ooo! I'm going down to QFC now to take out $340 from my bank account to pay for tickets and various! I wonder if I can do that. If not, that foils my evil plans! Ech, I might have to delay my trip a day. <SARCASM TONE=+7>Ooooh, what a spirit breaking setback.</SARCASM> (Ooh! Cutesy 'tag' notation shows I'm a diehard web geek!) | |
| Thought Free | |
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While walking home today I was thinking about the mystery of existence. Nothing that hasn't been thought before. Mostly just
confusion at the fact of my own being, thinking about what it is like to be conscious and alive and walking home seeing things through my eyes.
Are we just chemical robots? If our every action is determined by complex interactions between cells in the body, why does it seem like there
is light behind our eyes? I feel as though I reside in my head. All those chemical reactions add up to a consciousness which is aware of itself, and
aware of this fact too. Wouldn't I work just as well without... without whatever it is that seems to be experiencing the stuff my body does?
People whose brains have been damaged in certain areas describe a feeling of indifference towards their own actions. They would do things if you told them to, and eat like an automaton, but show no self directed behaviors. The reports were given by the people after their brains had a chance to heal. Whatever it is inside that 'watches' was watching during those times... why is it there? What is it? Are we sufficiently complex to defy complete explanation? I mean, cells are pretty big in the microcosm, there can only be so many in your brain. Someday science may know and describe every single one. At that time, we will know if we're all biology or not. If we are, does that mean that existence is completely pointless because we're fooling ourselves (in a predictable act of self preservation) into thinking that we're more meaningful than smart meat? If that is the case... Well then, we may as well drink steaming hot Pepsi and make web pages, because there's nothing (objectively) better to do. Education, fame, respect... all reduced to ways to preserve your life (or line). So hey! Lets incline towards activities that have no purpose at all, those wouldn't come from advanced instinct type responses! Yeah! We can pretend we aren't just dumb animals! | |
| QFC | |
Om Yom, I'm hungry again. Time to go buy some MEAT at QFC! While I eat it, I shall plan what to bring with me on my various
excursions. Clothes. Contact lens stuff. Money. Laptop. CDs. Various telecommunicators. Back in a sec, I'm eating.
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