Archive for February, 2011

The difference between a novelist and a journalist

A journalist is a creative fiction drop out who couldnt make it in the novel writing business, so he turned his ‘talents’ to tabloids and magazines.

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The Parallax View

Alligators in sewers

Ever wonder why there is a myth that alligators live in sewers? Becaus a long time ago in the 50s, there was a craze amongst young people to have baby alligators as pets. When the kids outgrew them and got bored, they just flushed the baby alligators down the toilet. After a few years the sewers were filled with flesh eating alligators.

News

So much bad news out there in the world. Everywhere there is evil prevailing good losing, people dying, starving, rotting away. Being shot stabbed raped imprisoned killed. When r good times coming?? Every country there’s murder homelessness SOUL SELLING. Libya Kenya Africa Asia South America Latin America Mexico Panama Cuba everyone’s dying, everyone’s getting put in prison, and executed. Where’s the love??? FOR THE LOVE OF GOD show me the love.

I want you to love me

The Grandmother and The Clock

There’s this clock in my basement. As the hand moves and the seconds tick by, it sounds very reminiscent of the clock that hung on the wall of my grandparents apartment when i was a boy. I never knew my grandfather, even though he died when i was 17. He was… sick and old by the time I grew up. He barely spoke. Barely moved. When he was 82, he had a stroke, paralyzing him on one side of his body. He passed away a few months after. My grandmother is still alive. I won’t say her age because I am superstitious about those kinds of things. She is approaching her late 80s. Anyway back to the apartment and the clock. When I was little, I’d stay with them sometimes when my parents left on vacation. I’d eat these sandwiches my grandma made which basically consisted of challa bread (its jewish), with sour cream on it and sugar sprinkled on top. It was delicious. I’d stay up watching the honeymooners and the wizard of oz on tbs. I once watched Stanley Kubrick’s The Shining. I think I was 8. It was the scariest thing ever. It made me cry at the end when Jack died and they zoom in on that photo of him, amongst a large crowd, and the photo dated 1921. He was smiling in the photo. People tend to do that. Pictures can be worth a million words because they are a snapshot. This snapshot is usually of good times. Pictures are evil. Because they remind us of those good times that were, and how they will probably never repeat themselves. Anyway after falling asleep on the couch, my grandmother would place a chair by the couch. She was afraid I’d turn in my sleep and fall. I never did. But maybe because I knew the chair was there. Sometimes I’d have problem sleeping. A problem I had throughout my teens. Sometimes I couldnt fall asleep or wake up in the middle of the night. I’d wake my grandmother and she’d give me a glass of water to drink and would sit by me on the chair, until I fell asleep again. She did this many times when I visited. I remember sometimes hearing nothing but the clock during my sleepless nights. This clock was like a friend . It was always there, always ticking and tocking along. And the clock thats in my basement now reminds me of it. It sounds identical to it. Sometimes I  go down to the basement, and just stand there in the darkness and I listen to the clock tick and I am reminded of my childhood, and my grandparents, and all the great moments that were, and never will be again.

Singularity

Here’s an interesting statistic from the latest issue of Time Magazine:

By the year 2015, computers will surpass the brainpower of a mouse. By 2023, it will surpass the brain power of a human being. By the year 2045, computers will surpass the brainpower equivalent to that of all human brains combined.

I’m scared of the future.