Tonight was my second Dharma course. At the end of my first class, I had two major issues with what I took away from it regarding Buddhism. The first was what I termed the "demonization of desire." The... Long story, short: behaviorists, at least this behaviorist and his professors, believe in free will. Sorta. Enough that acting in bad faith can be seen as a bad thing which should be avoided. Mostly

At lunch today Judy and I were talking, and I said how I've had such a shitty week already. She said that she was surprised, since I seemed so upbeat. But that's always how I am, I guess. The Eternal...last T-day so I miss her...and now she's preggers again so I'll actually get to see her cute bump! At least I'm stably employed and surrounded by friends who heart me. So I'm happy and half-full

I like driving at night, in the middle of nowhere, where there are no streetlights, and it's dark, dark, dark. And on the back roads, where there's no one, no one, no one. Not even deer. I like driving...in the dark, where each turn around a corner brings a new sense of thrill and discovery. I like driving at night, in the lonely places, even when someone sits on my bumper with their high beams on

For some reason I am filled with a feeling of impending doom. If it's not just me, the fabric of the universe and/or space-time continuum may be in trouble.

Today was "better" he said, and then resumed his usual status quo of not wanting to talk about work at all. But I'm still going to help him look, so if you know of anyone looking for chem e's let me know...knowing homebrewers! You know what the best part of living by myself is? Not having to fight for TV time. So I've watched like 10 hours of Animal Planet in the last 24 hours. Cesar Milan is AMAZING! ;

Here's a pretty dam good paragraph that I wanted to share, too: "Being a bisexual transgendered man – albeit an unaware bi transman – made things a bit awkward for me at church.   You see, even though...I’m sure that there were more sociocultural prejudices at play there, too, but if I thought about them too hard I’d probably give myself a headache." I re-read this and laughed myself silly. -Echo

I have this terrible problem with writing. I mean, I write all the time and I have ever since I learned how - but all the stories, and I do mean all of them, are me . I mean, you can laugh. Go ahead...in the most foul and vile villain I can find something to relate to - and in essence I think that's really what it's about, for me to be a writer. And this is way too philosophical, so I'll stop now. :

This is quite possibly the greatest sentence I have ever typed, and I had to share: " However, for the time being, practicality shall not even take a back seat to other questions:  It shall be folded neatly and placed in the trunk of our discussion." I marvel at myself sometimes. ^_^

This was too good not to share. http://scienceblogs.com/dispatches/2008/10/alabama_school_seeks_protectio.php#more Wow.

I finally figured out how to increase the stupid text size on my journal. And how to have different emots. Kind of ridiculous. I used to be the resident computer expert among my family and friends.....kitten some time after the winter solstice. I'm okay with that. Maybe by then I'll stop looking around for Buddy every time I walk out the door. And now I must get on to the salt mines. What fun