The not-so-cynical thread

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Spring and summer are just around the corner.

Going camping in one of my all time favorite areas this weekend.

Job interview tomorrow for a great company.

Tonight I will train some jiu-jitsu and then go have beers with two of the people who will be interviewing me for said job.

An old friend came by my place the other night and GAVE me an ounce of shake weed. So it's joint mania time now!

This past weekend I had BBQ burgers and Bratwursts and Corn on the Cob for dinner Saturday, then on Sunday I went to my parents' house for Mother's Day and we had BBQ burgers and Bratwursts and Corn on the Cob. Totally awesome coincidence :kickass:


I <3 life. The Butthole Surfers said it best:

Some will fall in love with life
And drink it from a fountain
That is pouring like an avalanche
Coming down the mountain
 
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

Shel Silverstein
 
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

Shel Silverstein

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It is! Overall, I am pleased with the things the human race has accomplished and look forward with great anticipation for the things to come.

...

Really now?

The earth is a dark and bitter place. Since the dawn of mankind the core of human existence has been suffering. The future is bleak and only going to get worse, with unsustainable global population increase, failed economies, political conflict, and (in my opinion) a lack of vision about where we are going and how to address problems. The human race is rounding third, and has about three centuries left, unless we realize it is about improving the quality of living for all, not maximizing our own experience while turning our heads away from the cold truth. There is not going to be any realistic hope for extraterrestrial settlement/populating a distant planet, so get that silly science fiction notion out your head (yes, going a little off topic, but that is something you have said that has always irked me). Life is consumption and reproduction. We spend our whole lives trying to find meaning of something greater, but that is it. Then we die, life is a cruel joke. And it perpetuates itself for generations, over and over again.

Life being good for some is not good enough in the grand scheme of things.