morris you suck!

naw.
i totally agree with him..
http://willzer.vox.com/

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we were listening to the White Stripes yesterday as we were closing shop.
alex, the girl whose occupation i know but labor i doubt, asks.
"o do they all sing like that?"
if she waited on more track, jack white would sing in Sinatra style.

"who?" i ask in repose.
"uhh, them"
"who is 'them'?"
"the band or whatever"

"oh. yeah, he always sings like that."

i dont know maybe it was a legit question

in computer lit.
turns out this guy is bangladesh
i just tune him out like a tejano radio station
i find this online pictionary game and start playin it.

each person who joins the game gets to guess what another player is drawing

so its my turn

i figure i start drawing something and the web host guesses it first and then the other players guess

-wrong-
the game tells you what to draw

so im under a time limit right, so i start drawing sunglasses. ask me why.
naw.
dont ask me why
after 15 seconds my fellow online gamers type "sunglasses!'
i draw "yes" with the paint brush

..but the clock is still ticking...
then (after 30 of the 60 seconds)
i see that i was supposed to draw two thumbs up
o crap.
so i do as quickly as i can.
but not quick enough
WTF?!?TIME OUT!
it says

the comments left by my fellow school skippers went like this
"wot was w/ the glasses?"
"wtf??"
"how wer sunglases gunna hlp?"

lol

outa sight outa mind

(@#$%^&*)
when your driving home from a friends house and you start thinking about life
death cab sing your soul to rest as the wind whispers in your ear stories about where it has been
the expressway rolls under your feet like a yoga ball
-i wonder why people are out so late- you think to yourself
you start to wonder where you will be next year, where will God take you
-will i be the same person?-
-will i hear what im hearing now?-
you finally start to relax.
you close your eyes and your car lifts off the ground and you find yourself soaring through the air
higher and higher you go, your hair dancing behind you
you approach a mountain and their sits Jesus. sitting on a cliff. high on a dark mountain but somehow you just know its him.
your car disappears as an invisible parachute lightly carries you to sit next to him.
nothing is said, no words are needed.
you sit next to him and watch the city until you fall asleep on his shoulder.

evolution

Dr. Lehker sat on the desk in front row and planted his feet on the seat

"so what do we do about religion?" he said
half the class leaned forward and rested their head on their hands.
this doesnt sound like the useless fish and frog jargon.
"we cannot dismiss religion. let me demonstrate.
if i am in my new BMW at the end of an alley at midnight and i see a small group of young men dressed rather 'loose', i am not going to depend on science as my judgement. i have this knot in my stomach. this uncomfortable feeling.
science cannot explain this" he says
so what's the answer?
"'so what's the answer?' you might be asking yourself"
he continues
"the evidence for evolution is overwhelming. evolution tells us where we came from. it cannot answer why we are here, or what is our purpose. that is where religion comes in."
but what about....
"evolution however tells us we came from a common ancestor, religion tells us God created us. so which is true?"
i here some people behind begin to talk about what they are doing tomorrow.
really?..
"to our minds, to our logic, we think one is true and one is false. we think black and white. yes or no. never both, never fully both. but i believe both are fully true."
hmm....
every time i see a picture of some '500,000' year old skull i try to imagine what it really is. how old it actually is. maybe an extinct species. my mind cannot wrap around it.
i believe the bible fully. even if it seems to have contradictions, it has no contradictions. it is perfect, it tells us about God because he wrote it. maybe some dont like the way it's written, but who's going to change God?
but evolution is still there, floating around.
i dont know what to do with it.
and i have to study it every day for the final.\=(

video vomit

a party that wasnt really kikin'
even a kid came
(he sat next to me)


Untitled from gene starwind on Vimeo.

last pics

squat

that bridge was built in the 11th century.
we actually were smuggled into the house we stayed in. i think at the time we thought we looked funny
somewhat cheesy portrait
i couldnt understand 'em