I feel like it was only yesterday...
The World Wide Web was in its infancy and Windows 95 computers as bulky as our technological imagination could handle were dominating the market.
A time when America Online was cool and chat rooms were legitimate sources of live human interaction.
The web was such a magical place. Restricted in its capabilities, but magical nonetheless.
As the PC became an everyday household machine, a symbiotic relationship was established.
The development of the Internet was dependent on the evolution of the personal computer. And simultaneously, the development of the personal computer was reflective of the evolution of the Internet.
Today, the thought of using a computer with no Internet access drives me insane.
I guess that’s just me.
Before the complex and open source World Wide Web of the 21st century was established, the concept of creating a personal website was limited to a selected few gifted computer engineers who were technologically savvy enough to understand the Hypertext Markup Language or HTML that everyone uses today.
But like every other technological limitation before it, creating a website became as simple as ever before and soon EVERYONE wanted their own website.
The World Wide Web became a virtual watering hole of information.
It meshed races, countries, values, and endless possibility all into a colorful graphical user interface on your computer screen.
But no value is more important to me than the first amendment.
A staple of the democratization of the Internet, blogging has fused our freedom of speech with the World Wide Web to create a three dimensional force of liberation.
Blogging allows for users to write and exchange any ideas that they want.
Unlike print newspapers or magazines, whose writers are limited to grammatical and structural guidelines, blogging is not restricted to any standards of writing or content.
I see my blog as more than a place to spew the random ideas floating in my mind.
My blog is a tribute to the freedoms that I have been privileged to acquire.
A symbol of democracy in its purest form.
A desire to share information and ideas with an audience that has only been made possible with the advent of the Internet.
A gift to my readers for without you my blog serves little purpose.
And ultimately, I hope that my blog will serve as a contribution to the vast and ever growing force of liberation that can only be made possible with the great minds of this planet earth.
Ask yourself: What does your blog mean to you?
September 28, 2008
September 15, 2008
If I can...
Selected few I have selected you, This is true,
I dispute to dispute, I just spew, What to do?
Repent the suicidal sentences, Revoke my sixth sense again,
Current like water and electric fences, No eclectic invention,
Toss and turn every night, You're the new bright light,
In my life, Through the peace, Through the fights,
I got no one left, But it feels so right,
Darkness and sunshine, So bright that I feel blind,
I feel time, Slipping away, But I rewind and redefine,
What it means to be I, And what it means to be you,
For only you can see through, See true, Reality needs you,
But really who are these people? They eat and deceive you,
But evil defeats fools, The wise stay on top,
While the demons creep through,
Too easy to give up, When the weakness feeds you.
I dispute to dispute, I just spew, What to do?
Repent the suicidal sentences, Revoke my sixth sense again,
Current like water and electric fences, No eclectic invention,
Toss and turn every night, You're the new bright light,
In my life, Through the peace, Through the fights,
I got no one left, But it feels so right,
Darkness and sunshine, So bright that I feel blind,
I feel time, Slipping away, But I rewind and redefine,
What it means to be I, And what it means to be you,
For only you can see through, See true, Reality needs you,
But really who are these people? They eat and deceive you,
But evil defeats fools, The wise stay on top,
While the demons creep through,
Too easy to give up, When the weakness feeds you.
September 13, 2008
Can I just have one more?
Well boys and girls, tomorrow marks the beginning of the end.
End of what, you ask?
End of the 2008 summer.
I can hear the universal sigh of disappointment as the youth of America gather in a collective monotone of rhythmic reality.
Sunday, September 14th, 2008 is the start of the last full week of this beloved season.
But how can it be? It was May 25th like two weeks ago... Where the hell did summer go?
I know where my summer went.
It went all over the place and I spent most of the time trying to piece it together.
If I learned anything this summer it is that life is only as short as you want it to be.
The obsession with "what if" and "what could be,"
conflicts with one's current state of being--''what is."
Our inability to appreciate what is actually in front of us is what makes life feel short and pointless.
We like to measure the quality of our life with a word that no one can really define; success.
Just by embedding the term success into your everyday psyche, the once limitless possibilities turn into a cookie cutter model for superficial achievements.
We love those step-by-step check lists that tell us exactly what we have to do to become successful. And why wouldn’t we. We are LAZY!!!
But I can’t blame you, for I too was once a victim of the cookie cutter model.
Eventually, I found that cookie cutters are best for making cookies, not making futures.
Enjoy your last week of summer boys and girls, I am OUT!
End of what, you ask?
End of the 2008 summer.
I can hear the universal sigh of disappointment as the youth of America gather in a collective monotone of rhythmic reality.
Sunday, September 14th, 2008 is the start of the last full week of this beloved season.
But how can it be? It was May 25th like two weeks ago... Where the hell did summer go?
I know where my summer went.
It went all over the place and I spent most of the time trying to piece it together.
If I learned anything this summer it is that life is only as short as you want it to be.
The obsession with "what if" and "what could be,"
conflicts with one's current state of being--''what is."
Our inability to appreciate what is actually in front of us is what makes life feel short and pointless.
We like to measure the quality of our life with a word that no one can really define; success.
Just by embedding the term success into your everyday psyche, the once limitless possibilities turn into a cookie cutter model for superficial achievements.
We love those step-by-step check lists that tell us exactly what we have to do to become successful. And why wouldn’t we. We are LAZY!!!
But I can’t blame you, for I too was once a victim of the cookie cutter model.
Eventually, I found that cookie cutters are best for making cookies, not making futures.
Enjoy your last week of summer boys and girls, I am OUT!
September 6, 2008
In A Daze
It was hard to look out of my window tonight and not notice the two giant blue beams of light standing in the location where the World Trade Center one hailed. The view from my 16th story apartment was quiet clear, and although the Twin Towers were monumental in captivating the depth of capitalism and pride, the luminescence of the identical lights seemed to have an infinite path, much more significant than any corporate achievement or international trade agreement.
A color that is ubiquitous with sorrow and despair, blue is also the color of the ocean and the mid afternoon sky. Nature in its purest form is always indifferent to the atrocities that are prevalent in the human race. This dichotomy is most relevant in terms of the significance of these blue beams of hope. It would only make sense that there are two of them.
As the country embarks on the 7 year anniversary of the day that the world would forever change, and the word terrorism became a part of everyday speech, it is somewhat astounding to me that it has been that many years since the attacks on September 11th, 2001.
It is a day that I will never forget. That no one will ever forget.
As a native of the borough of Manhattan, the aftereffects of this horrific day are magnified on a much grander scale. I cannot walk into my local train station without seeing the all too common sign that says, "If you see a suspicious package please call this number." And I would have never imagined that I would become desensitized to seeing military officers holding machine guns at the subway entrance. And you can't forget about the all important random MTA bag checks. A concept that was completely unheard of before September 11.
There is no hiding the fact that we're living in a new world. The fabric of our nationalistic innocence was ripped apart in a single day. And it is becoming extremely difficult to sew it back together.
And yet, call me extremely naive if you must, but I do not walk around fearing the potential of a catastrophic disaster hitting my home town once again. I feel confident that I can live my life without the limitations that fear places on one's sense of liberty. But at the same time I have a sufficient amount of self awareness to acknowledge that I am living in a dangerous city in a dangerous world.
Maybe my whole life is a dichotomy of blue and I just don't know it...
A color that is ubiquitous with sorrow and despair, blue is also the color of the ocean and the mid afternoon sky. Nature in its purest form is always indifferent to the atrocities that are prevalent in the human race. This dichotomy is most relevant in terms of the significance of these blue beams of hope. It would only make sense that there are two of them.
As the country embarks on the 7 year anniversary of the day that the world would forever change, and the word terrorism became a part of everyday speech, it is somewhat astounding to me that it has been that many years since the attacks on September 11th, 2001.
It is a day that I will never forget. That no one will ever forget.
As a native of the borough of Manhattan, the aftereffects of this horrific day are magnified on a much grander scale. I cannot walk into my local train station without seeing the all too common sign that says, "If you see a suspicious package please call this number." And I would have never imagined that I would become desensitized to seeing military officers holding machine guns at the subway entrance. And you can't forget about the all important random MTA bag checks. A concept that was completely unheard of before September 11.
There is no hiding the fact that we're living in a new world. The fabric of our nationalistic innocence was ripped apart in a single day. And it is becoming extremely difficult to sew it back together.
And yet, call me extremely naive if you must, but I do not walk around fearing the potential of a catastrophic disaster hitting my home town once again. I feel confident that I can live my life without the limitations that fear places on one's sense of liberty. But at the same time I have a sufficient amount of self awareness to acknowledge that I am living in a dangerous city in a dangerous world.
Maybe my whole life is a dichotomy of blue and I just don't know it...
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