I am future

This Ipod is great. Am I the last one to discover this technology? Well, it's not that great, but I can be much more efficient with the selecting of songs when compared to using my cassette tape walkmans.

I think of how embarrassing it would be to see people in the old office setting react when death metal begins to pour from the intercom system. It's not even funny, just embarrassing. There's no good reason for this. These glyphs are dusty and it's not certain that the sun will break the sky tomorrow.

It's gonna be funny.

Good night.

Requiem

...your party has perished. All is lost.

What it is: a return to self?

This fucking snow. It keeps coming, and makes for a terrible funeral wake at the funeral home next door. I stare out into its parking lot and think, wow, now that's death to the electric car.

Typically on days like this, without the luxury of heat in my home (a long, depressing story), I like to place candles in a small blanket tent that I've created and spend my days warm and happy. However, today the blankets that were sent to me were made solely of polyester, a material that is not fire-friendly and has been said to melt to the skin. You know what they say. I choose a different activity now, watching Beauty and the Geek. I watch it because J.D. Roth is an old friend of mine, and just happens to be the producer. The show raises my eyebrows and makes my spleen slump.

Typically, the criteria for being one of the "geeks" is having interests in different things (not including styles and trends). Naturally, we are forced to side with them. Being a "beauty" generally means doing the opposite of that. Now, to be honest I don't know the reality rules of this show, but I know that it's not anarchic, and that Roth, in the same fashion as he did with Fun House, has created complex schemes of sexual deviance, mathematical geometries and social discomfort. A radical combination that has only been previously tested once in history as we know it (in the movie "Don't throw Momma from the Train," I think). The Fox Reality Channel will be my demise, I know. Some people will die in fiery crashes, from genetic illness, or from old age. Rupert Murdoch will have my blood on his hands, as he always has wished for.

This show, above all else, raises several important questions, which I will show, in only a few sentences, are answered only be quasi-Zen principles.

Topic and related question #1
Styles - the geeks get insulted and then their shit gets thrown in the garbage. The beauties purge a lot while still keep their teeth shiny with only slight loss of enamel.
Question: Is vanity a waste of the human soul and only a selfish attempt to put oneself above another? Or... is replacing vanity with utility a logically controlling self-defense mechanism, also selfish in replacing mirror time with knowledge time?

Topic and related question #2
Science vs. religion... is the analogy. Here it's more like: the absorbance of knowledge vs. the application of beauty. Absorbance vs. application. The geeks want the beauties to pick up books and get interested in anime and Star Trek. The beauties say, "cool" because they like fitting in and the geeks feel good. The beauties make the geeks get newer hairstyles and a tan. The geeks like it because they finally fit in.
Question: Knowledge or beauty? How do you fit in?

Answer to #1:
It's not worth wondering. It just is. We'll always be split up into the two groups (partially due to J.D Roth), and it's generally a waste of my time to try to figure out why it must be. I'd need more space to write about how, long ago, the show Fun House actually conspired to create this segregation. Remember Tiny? Fuck.

Answer to #2:
Knowledge appears to be timeless when compared to beauty. Look at your picture in 1986. You were an idiot. Nonetheless, this is also not worth wondering. Most people are just trying to fit in to the group they are not in. Stop it, it makes you look pathetic. Live and let live. It just is.

Summary:
Sometimes, always, never. That's how you button a suit coat I was told. I don't care. Also, I don't care to know the general rules of social engagement. Keep it simple: smile, don't punch or shoot, don't spit when you talk. You really don't even have to smile.

Some people care about these things. Fine. Beauties, leave the geeks alone and vice versa. No war is to be had. Live and let live. It just is. And that, of course, is a quasi-Zen ideal, as promised. Only quasi because it didn't come out of an official text, and also I don't want the goddamn Evangelicals and other fundamentalists saying that using such a principle must have somehow been a dicate from the Anti-Christ or whatever. They, ironically, need it the most. We'll save that for my later article entitled, "Pass the religious belief to the left-hand side."