Tomorrow 3/20/2004, marking the aniversarry of the war with Iraq, a protest is being held worldwide against our unilateral use of force and preventive war. The intent is to have as many, if not more, people on the streets as the massive prewar rally that united millions across the world in defiance of our current administrations agenda.

From WNY Peace Center: Gather at 12 noon at Lafayette Sq., march to FBI, Federal Bldg, INS to defend our Lackawanna neighbors, demand end to war and occupations in Iraq and Palestine, march to Police HQ to protest police brutality, march to Columbus Clinic to call for money for people's needs, not war; more plans to be announced!

I am a weirdo looker. Fuzzy pits too!

I love science. I am a fan of the logical processes. I think we should explore the world and find out as much as possible. I do however feel that there are things that we study that are a result of our strange lifestyles. I recently read of two studies with the purpose of saving us from ourselves. In the first, researchers have succesfully altered the genome of mice so that they produce muscle and fat combinations that possess up to 50% more omega3-fatty acids. They did this by splicing genes of a worm into the host genomes. This type of fat is much healthier for humans to consume. The eventual goal of the task is to make cows and pigs and such that are better for us to eat. My question: why do we need to eat them at all or so much, if they're so bad for us? The other study has to do with finding cancer cells using quantum physcis. Again, a good goal, but it seems that we're looking to cure symptoms instead of rooting out the primary cause (anyone feeling shreds of our recent war-syndrome?). Why can't we just learn to eat better and live healthier so that we don't get these maladies? Treating symptoms is good, but erradicating root causes is much more important. Our efforts should focus on making the world a healthier place and not on treating the symptoms solely derived from our current industrial atmoshere.

Paul told me the other day that he works so hard so that one day he can work for himself. Holly just posted about how it's so horrible selling yourself all the time. And I agree. It is horrible. It's strange that we don't even realize it anymore. That everytime you go into work you are trading your life away for some goal not of your own making. We are wasting our life essences on projects whose purposes have little to do with our own lives. With such a restricted timespan (80, 50, 30 years or however long before we kick the proverbial bucket) it is sad that we spend hours upon hours upon hours slaving for someone else. For purposes so far from living. Shouldn't each moment be spent living; phisically, mentally or spiritually. Yet we give it all away. It's gotten to the point where half of us go to school for years and years just to learn how to sell ourselves better, learning "skills" that have value only for others. Of course some of us have more "worthwhile" jobs. Jobs that in some way benefit society. Even so there is always some controlling force, assigning, distibuting, etc. Fucking capital. Paul just told me I don't know what I'm talking about cause I've never had a job I liked. Maybe. I don't think that alters the underlying point. I would for example have a really great time if I immersed myself in language, or physics, or genetics, which I do. I'm just not paid for it, so somehow though I know tons about these subjects I don't sell my knowledge or expertise or whatever. I'm doing it solely for myself. Enriching myself with things that interest me. That's my point. That we spend so much of our time working for others that sometimes we lose track of what really matters: living. The intellectual pursuits, musical matters, riding bikes, learning your own morality. These things are how I guage my success. Not by how much money I make, how fancy my car is, how many big words I know, but by the fact that I enjoy living. The capital market is so intent on buying our services and selling us crap that it distorts what living is about. Now maybe this sounds like I just don't want to work, but that's not it. I am perfectly content making a living, surviving. It's a part of the whole. We're just so disconnected from it all. I make decent money doing some totally abstract (in terms of personal survival) job that gets me by. But it doesn't give me any personal form of satisfaction. That's what I want and I am pretty sure I know what things I can do that give me that feeling. It is just hard to express these urges in our modern world. I guess I want my farm. Give me the goats. I am tired of selling myself.

Sidenote: There is this new reality show on Fox that Paul and Matt saw the other day where women get madeover through the series. It is so fucked up it makes me want to puke. They pick "normal" looking women and give them the chance to "turn there lives around" quote from the website . This sacred once in a lifetime chance to get what all of them have wanted their entire lives: to finally be beautiful. They don't get to look in a mirror the whole time. To see how they're being massacred. So discusting. I always wonder which model the particular surgoen has in mind when he begins sculpting the face. The nose of Naomi? The chin of Jennifer Aniston? Sophia's arching brows? Maybe Angelina Jolie's pouty lips? To me it's all Michael Jackson. Gross gross gross. If we're gonna waste our time on "enhancements" we should at least get double jointed knees for hyper-springing or eagle-eyes for ultra-seeing, not fucking Elle's ears. But, have fun girls, I hope you finally get your dreams fulfilled. And a double-long-enhanced-schlong to boot.

I hope you have a wonderful day in whichever manner you choose. Maybe I'll see you later if you feel like it. Maybe you will run away to celebrate with the frogs frozen beneath the swamps. Have fun. I love you.