Earth Day

So, earthday as on saturday.

I thought i'd check out how i'm doing on my hippiness.

I produce about 15,148 pounds of CO2 each year. That's 148 off from the 'Deep Green' category(that i should be in). According to Wired.com's calculator I should donate $60 to some green funds to absolve me of my sins.

EarthDay.com had a different calculator. Their's measures how many acres of land I use. So, i just did it again.... I guess I use 10 acres of land to sustain myself. (3 for goods/services, 3 for shelter, 2.5 on food, and 1.5 on mobility). The average american uses 24 acres. Also, there are 4.5 biologically productive acres per person globaly.

i guess i'm doing decently. nothing to get excited about. apartment dweling, vegetarianism, and walking are my three strongpoints. flying across country is killing me(or rather the planet)... but, i do love home.

Here was a list of movies i wanted to see

movies to see

a history of violence
wallace and gromit
munich
darwin's nightmare
enron:the smartest guys in the room

don't tell
joyeux noel
sophie scholl - the final days

(i should have all of them off the list by next week)
(except for 'don't tell,' it's foreign)
(i don't know what language i need to translate the title into)

Here's a song i've been working on

Lyrics(think Jurassic 5 style):

does anybody really know how it feels
to dedicate their whole life to this political wheel?
cuz' I'm a cog in a wheel
'cause I've been caught in a wheel
and I will never, ever, ever, know what it is to feel
I swore to keep it real
but, i got caught with a deal
forced to kneel
my soul they steal
i've become nothin more than a cancerous beal
i see society's skin as it be turnin' to teal
I know i've done wrong but, will this shit ever heal?
or will we up and keel.
please god afford us just one final meal
give me little more time to peal away the cancer,
grow a healthy seal
anything to see a revival of my people's zeal
i know those fantasies of good has got to be real


I try to move the world with a verse
'cause i could never be a man if i made deals with a hearst
because as the guns bursts
there's a soul the trigger cursed
there's no other way my life could ever be worse
but, everyone and they sister is in a race
... to see who sells out first

So, i just decided to create a new series of posts

its about time.

I guess this is starting because I'm just so shocked. I've been using sticky notes to write down thoughts lately(digital and actual). But, i don't want my desktop(digital and actual) cluttered with notes. It just doesn't look clean. So, here's the most recent note that's sitting on my cuputer(I'm putting this online so i can delete it from my comp):

"I'm shocked

Chatting about the boston marathon, Rachel asked me accusitively: "Can you run a mile?"

I mean to say, I know she's an idiot and all... but, a mile? at least give me a tiny bit of credit. ask about me finishing five miles. then again she's fat and fat people can't run(generally speaking). i guess i can understand the confusion.

she says she doesn't take me for the atheletic type. perhaps she's spends too much time around meatheads and can't seperate the rest of us from those who devote their lives to the cultivation of their own physique."