May 2003 Archives
The year is almost over, and after facing a week of inundation from school projects I have decided to allow myself this part of this evening off. It is nice to see the end so near, and it seems that the schoolyear itself has taken an extremely long time. I have officially given up on getting people to read this, since obviously they do not. But I still like to analyze what my downfall was. My understanding is that it was my Esperanto. Actually, let me take you through the history of what I believe led to the demise of readership. First it was my political opinions which some people found to be "leftist propaganda" and "over the edge in faulty thinking," so I curbed the production of posts on political topics. However, apparently some people found these writings engaging, and I lost readers here. Then the final blow was my Esperanto. People have now stopped reading this, almost all together. That's okay though.
A version of "Happy Birthday" that I composed on the fly at school:
"Feliĉa knabiĝtago al vi,
Feliĉa knabiĝtago al vi,
Feliĉa knabiĝtago ame plaĉas _____-n (nomo),
Feliĉa knabiĝtago al vi!"
It is very interesting to observe what I have come to call "the people at school." After some planning, the people with whom I eat lunch and myself agreed that we would have a picnic today. However, everyone except for myself and one other person (I surmise that there were probably six others) was mortally opposed to having it outside in the sunny warm weather (which is rare here). So instead we had our picnic inside, in the middle of the hallway. This aversion to the outdoors is perplexing, especially considering that anywhere outside is likely much cleaner than the floor of the science hall (no one really knows what may have been dropped there: pig organs, cow eyes, toxic chemicals... no one even thinks about it... not to mention the food left over from previous lunches.). The people at school never fail to amaze me.
Esta es diversión:
http://www.buddyzoo.com/
Di tus amigos de le. (No sé si esta es correcta; sé un poco de Español porque aprendemos nada en la clase de Español. Me enloquéces.)
Ĉi tio estas milda amuza:
http://www.buddyzoo.com/
Kvankam nur se via "buddies" scias de gin.
This is mildly amusing:
http://www.buddyzoo.com/
only if your "buddies" know about it though.
"God is real, unless declared integer."
--Unknown
Haha!! Por vi Esperantistoj, bonaj objektoj venos. Mi nure skribos en Esperanto (kaj Hispano) en ĉin blogon. Aĥ, estas trege bonega! Kaj neniu scias kion mi diras! Ho la belo de la lingvo. Tial, mi rekomendas ke vi skribas ĉi tie... nun. Ĉu vi vidas? Ĉi tio estas kion mi amas. Neniu povas kompreni ke mi estas tre aroganta. La koncludo estas ke vi havas du alternativojn: unua, vi povas skribi kaj legi en mia blogo; aŭ, vi povas eliĝi via Esperantlibrojn kaj lernas malmultajn vortojn (ĉi tio ankaŭ implicas ke vi skribos min). Teknike, tio donas vin kun unu alternativoj: skribi. Ĵus fartas ĝin. Hahaa!!
Kion deziras vi?! Kion?! I give up. Readership levels have fallen to all-time lows: the last comment was posted five days ago (and this was by my mother). I have tried every imaginable idea, including updates to the appearance of my site, and an entirely new program of entries written in a new style about new topics, and none of it has been effective. Therefore, I have but one trick up my sleeve, and it is the most very horrible of all... Blackmail!! Yes, I will only write in languages other than English until readership gets better and more comments are posted. In order to indicate that you have read something, simply make a post of a word or two. And even if readership does not increase, I will still gain valuable language experience!
Whenever I have and instant-message conversation with someone, I always seem to end up have philosophical arguments or discussions. Strange...
A recent conversation between Yoshio Fukuyama and Mr. MacDicken in Biology.
Yosh: "What would happen if I shot a bear in the eye with my beebee gun?!"
Mr. MacDicken: "It would get really pissed off, and attack you."
Yosh: "How about if I shot a bear in both eyes with my beebee gun?!"
Mr. MacDicken: "It would get really pissed off, and attack you."
Yosh: "How about if I shot it in both eyes and broke all of its arms and legs?!"
Mr. MacDicken: "It would get really pissed off, but probably wouldn't be able to attack you."
Yosh: "Oh..."
Mr. MacDicken: "Yosh, you're so stupid!! God, you're such a fricken idiot!!"
Yosh: "So."
Yes, this is the level upon which many people think. Sad, I know.
Recently in Biology Yoshio Fukuyama attempted to convince our teacher and class that wild dogs lived in Gabriel Park. Gabriel Park is a landscaped, urban park that has a community center.
Our group gave our presentation on our book today in English, and I can't say whether we succeeded at our goal of making it interesting and captivating. It lasted 50 minutes (and we still didn't finish; more tomorrow), had food for the class, and had several movies of scene cuts from our book, including one of myself dressed as a female talking with a Mississippi accent about having children (believe me it wasn't pretty, but for the sake of entertainment...). Oh, and by the way, I will make sure that the tape is destroyed. Nevertheless, I think that it was fairly boring. Despite the fact that I was part of the presentation, just listening to people ramble on about Congolese foods and climate is enough to make one very sleepy... even at 11:30 AM. Lucky for me!! I get to do my speech on the themes of our book tomorrow, and considering that Ms. Wood knows our book better than she knows the mysterious places where she keeps our corrected work, she will undoubtably find some thoughtful way to lampoon me.
I'm experimenting with a new style of material and writing that I am hoping will raise the declining readership levels on this blog. If you feel somehow implored to comment, it would not be unwarrented.
"Adam you're fifteen!!"
--My mom commenting on how why we should order more food at a Vietnamese restaurant. I am actually 14 at this time.
Dankon vin!!! Ĉi tio estas la centa enscribo de Adams Blog, kaj mi feliĉiĝas skribi ĝin. En pli malmultaj ol plenaj kvin monatoj, mi estas skribinta cent enskribojn! Estas bonega. Ankaŭ, naŭdek du komentojn estas skribinta la komentistojn kaj legistojn de ĉi tiu ttt-ejo. Estas granda atingo min kaj miajn amikojn kaj legistojn. Mia Esperanto boniĝas blogon, kaj estas estinita bonega loko skribi. Vera, en la ekzisto de Adams Blog, mia skribo ofendis populojn (ili estas malmultaj en nombro), sed tio estas kial vortoj estas mirinda. La forto de la vorto loĝas en ĉi tion veron. Tamen, mi ne malŝparos vian horon mian malbonan Esperanton. Skribi ĉi tie grande plaĉas min, tial mi dankas miajn legistojn. Kaj tiu estas vi!!
"The software may compile and work, but it may just as well neither compile nor work."
--Output from Kopete 0.62 makefile
I have decided that the fundamental problem with Linux lies in the people. Nobody bothers to provide rpms. Instead people only provide source code, which can take forever to compile, if it even compiles at all. I've stayed up all night trying to compile this program, and I still can't figure out how to get it to run. Arrggghhh!
"Nothing is more annoying to sophisticated people to see someone who is rich enough to know better being tacky--unless it is to realize, a moment later, that they probably know they are tacky and they simply don't care and they are going to go on being tacky, and rich, and happy, forever.
...This is all strongly reminiscent of the heyday of Communism and Socialism, when the bourgeoisie were hated from both ends: by the proles, because they had all the money, and by the intelligentsia, because of their tendency to spend it on lawn ornaments."
--Neal Stephenson
"I blog, therefore I am."
--Anonymous
After looking at this site using several web browsers, I have decided that it looks and functions best when viewed using Konqueror >3.0. It happens to look worst when viewed using IE. Kind of ironic.
Today I went with my mom to do our usual, monthly Meals-On-Wheels volunteer work of delivering meals to low-income people (mostly seniors) downtown. And once again I am reminded of what lurks deep down behind the façade of cities. Between numerous high-rises and the rising yuppydom of the Pearl District, there lies a few forgotten apartment buildings downtown. Nondescript as they are, they attract little attention. The aluminum boxes of noisy air conditioners stick out of their shuttered windows. Just look at them sometime, there is not a window without blinds drawn. Like the buildings, the inhabitants themselves are forgotten too. They live alone, mostly. Smoke and stench is stuck on every square inch of wall and fabric, and in every cubic inch of air; merely living means that you smoke. These people comprise sort of a secret society that is secluded from the mainstream of society. At the Banana Republic a few blocks away the chattering teens and purposeful businesspeople could never even guess at their existence. It seems perfectly reasonable to predict that if anyone of this hidden population died, they would only be discovered by the angry landlord wanting last months rent. Most people living like this are disabled, physically or mentally, and have been cast away from work because they are no longer useful. So they sit around watching TV, coveting the last bit of diabetes medication that they will no longer be able to acquire since the state health plan has to be cut. Some more fortunate members of society detest pitying them because their poverty is caused by an inability to work, but how can one work if one is not useful? It is an interesting question.
Anyway, I have been led to a conclusion by these experiences. If someone doesn't realize how lucky they are, they should go to a third-world country (fun) or spend some time in old, low-income housing in bad parts of town (easy).
"Hey, no quotes from me? Yeah...."
--Molly Georgetta, proving just how desperate people are to be quoted on this site.
For the second time in the brief existance of this blog I have been implored to include more of my "odd interactions and encounters." I am forced to give in with these requests, now that my readership levels have plummeted to seemingly all-time lows.
Apple has the most incredibly obnoxious habit of making each new version of their products at least way cooler than the previous one, if not way better. Case in point: http://www.apple.com/ipod/
La clase de Español es muy mal. No aprendo nada. Español es un lenguaje bueno, pero no me gusta la clase. Aprendo nada nueva. Las personas son estupidas, y la profesora es también. Es muy mal, y no me gusta!!!
