I have said that in the fall of 2003 up until the fall of 2004 I was pretty well fucked in the head. I am not saying that now I am not, at least a little, but I think I have gotten through the rough patch.
I was actually pretty fucked in the head from about the end of 2002 until the fall of 2003, also. I just didn’t write about it, for one thing, and for another, my insanity was pretty restricted to a military base.
After they retired me, though, there was really nothing to stop me from sliding off the deep end. I was a hermit, I was married to an enabling and manipulative woman who thought the solution to all of life’s problems involved a good spanking and rough sex. While I did initially merely want to please her, I have to admit there was (and likely is) a part of me that reacted positively with BDSM.
I knew it was a game. It never migrated out of the bedroom; it wasn’t a lifestyle. I also knew that the reason she liked to be submissive in bed was because she was so aggressive, stubborn, and bitchy in real life. And I have to admit that throw down rough and tumble pull your hair and spank your ass monkey sex was an enjoyable way to relieve the frustrations that would build up in our relationship. There were a lot of them.
Part of me always felt it was a bit deviant, and part of the attraction likely came from that. I had always been pretty vanilla. Sort of a boy scout. I am a bit of a feminist when it comes right down to it. But I am lustful. And I think it might be true that men want a lady in the street but a freak in the bed. So, since I looked at women as goddesses on one side of my brain, her wanting me to treat her like a whore found some fertile ground in my imagination.
A large part of me is shamed by this, and I know that using rough sex to mask problems in a relationship is not really a good long term solution. But it seemed the only viable option at th time and, like I said, I was not completely turned off by being the Top.
My life fell apart completely starting in the Summer of 2003. I probably deserved most of it. Not all of it, but I was so devastated by everything else that I couldn’t raise any indignation. I tried desperately to withdraw my forces and defend what I could, but it was no use. I lost everything. My job, my house, my car, my family. I was a broken man. So broken that I had no choice but to go home, in the summer of 2004, to my Father’s house and ask for help. It was grudgingly given, for about a month, in return for chores and ridicule. After the month I was asked to leave because my dad wasn’t getting any from his girlfriend while I was in the house. I had nothing but a crappy little car I had just spent my last dollar on and the money my dad loaned me for a security deposit to a fleabag apartment.
That was the worst time in my life.
I had quit drinking in the fall of 2002. Ironically, that act was a catalyst for much of the rest, but only because I had been self medicating for so long and when (finally admitted how bad it had gotten and) I took the medicine away I got worse. I think my only other option would have been to slowly drink myself to death. I couldn’t deal with the flood of emotions that surfaced when I took away the preferred method of dealing with emotions in my family when I was growing up. I had never learned how to deal with my feelings. I started drinking again in the summer of 2004, because I just didn’t care any more, since I had nothing left to lose, and I didn’t want to feel what I was feeling.
I had started writing to try and sort out my emotions in 2003, after I got retired. I still think that writing might have saved me, because even though it was too late to save that part of my life, it gave me perhaps a firmer foundation on which to rebuild. I probably should have stopped writing when I started drinking, but it was part of my sickness. I was desperate for any living creature to find me worthy, since it was the furthest thought from my mind.
There seems to be some malicious shit going on in my life. I am not sure how my accounts have been accessed, but it seems they are severely compromised. I consider myself pretty IPsec savvy, but I am not the sharpest stick in the woodpile, I am sure.
Maybe something is going on to just make it seem like I have been hacked. Maybe there is some cult or conspiracy. I don’t know. But I am fucking confused.
If I have done something to offend someone then unless you communicate with me there is no way we can resolve it. Maybe you don’t want resolution; maybe you think you will find happiness by following me around cyberstalking me and sending letters to everyone of my acquaintances that you can find.
I don’t know. It is my opinion that you probably won’t find happiness that way. The chances that I harmed you intentionally are pretty slim. I’m not saying I’ll never do something wrong or stupid. I will not say I am never going to strike out in anger or strike back in defense, but I generally am a pretty polite person. I have hurt enough people in my life, and i have no desire to hurt people now.
Have I said or done something that was inappropriate? Have I offended you because of something I said or failed to say? That I did or did not do?
If I owe you an apology, if I have wronged you in some way, I ask that you give me the opportunity to make amends. I have the ability to admit mistakes. But how can I do that if I don’t know what I have done?
The harm you do yourself is far greater than the harm you can cause. You can annoy me, hurt feelings and spread hatred, bitterness, or malice. You might even be able to access my financial records and play havoc with my identity.
But that doesn’t change who I am. If you want to change who I am, you have to help me to understand. For good or bad, I am still the same man I was whenever I did what I may have done. But who have you become in order to do these things you are doing?
At least my mistakes are unintentional, and my harm was neither illegal nor malicious.
His inline skates made a quick and rhythmic thump-thump, like the beating of a nervous heart, as they passed over the seams in the sidewalk. My son Calvin and I were going to a nearby park. The brisk morning air smelled strongly of lilac and recently mowed grass. The field near us was alive with the buzzing of bees eager to be the first on their block to taste the freshly blossomed flowers. It was an early morning in April, a time for new beginnings.
I had recently returned from a twelve-month tour in Korea, in which I was not able to take my family. Because of the shortage of personnel, I had not been able to take leave during my tour. My children had changed in my absence. Katja had only been two months old when I deployed, but Calvin had been almost six, old enough to know when something was missing. I do not know whether or not a tree makes a sound if no one is there to hear it, but I do know that kids grow up whether or not we pay attention.
Calvin’s short blond hair stirred in the breeze, the rebellious cowlick continuing to stand straight up, as if his hair was shaking a defiant fist at the wind. I put my hand to the crown of my head, where my hair was cut short and stubbly, like a three-day-old beard. I knew that if I were to let my hair grow out, I would have a cowlick in the exact same place. Calvin had also inherited my lanky frame, and the elbow and knee pads I insisted on hung on him like knots in a rope. His brow was furrowed in concentration as he applied himself to learning how to use the skates I had bought him. I wondered if his determination were another gift that I had given him, and whether he had paid too much for it.
Calvin turned and skated back towards me, flashing me a big smile, full of buckteeth and joy. I smiled back, trying to convey the love and pride that I felt through a smile I had never really learned how to use. Calvin was a happy kid, from what I could see. His mother had done well while I was gone, and he appeared to have gotten on fine without me. I was trying to get to know him again, and I did not think that coming across as an authoritarian would have helped any, so I was quite thankful to find he was still well behaved. I knew of other troops who had come home to find their children had been disciplined with twelve months of ‘wait-til-your-father-get’s-home.’ I was grateful not to have been an instant bad-guy in my son’s eyes, since I was already unsure of my footing in our relationship.
I have to say that sitcoms are probably my guiltiest pleasure. They offer me very little in the way of intellectual stimulation and I am certain that I could find more productive ways to spend my time. But I like to laugh, and they have some really good sitcoms out right now. My favorites are Big Bang Theory and How I met Your Mother.
I must say, though, even the dramas that I like have some humor in them, as any good drama will. Both House and Bones make me crack up more often than not.
2. If I could have anything in the world, what would it be?
If I could have anything in the world, it would be an underwater labaratory in the Carribean Sea. I would only be able to reach it by personal submarine. I could explore the ocean at my leisure and my computer screensavers would be landscapes instead of oceans.
3. What is the one thing that terrifies me most?
I am terrified of being a bad person. I am terrified of having done something so bad I could not be forgiven, and then no one would love me. I am terrified of not being good enough or smart enough or of working hard enough. I am terrified of failure.
4. What is the wierdest thing I do with my food?
I still eat like I am on a mission. I will consume a whole meal within about 8-10 minutes of sitting down. I have slowed down, actually. I am able to eat casually, and the few times I have gone to lunch with my coworkers I was able to eat slowly. But if I am just consuming sustenance I am a machine. Keep your fingers away.
5. Who is my favorite superhero?
Batman. No contest. He turned himself into a superhero. No radiation. No interstellar ring or genesis. Just an indomitable will. Oh, and lots of resources. But mostly the will.
In real life my brothers, Sean and Michael are my heros. Both of them have more dedication and drive than I have ever been able to muster. I am a slacker in comparison, they work so hard at their dreams. And yet they both also have loving healthy relationships. When it comes down to it, I have nothing at all. Except hope.
I think it is because I am self aware enough to realize I have a weakness for looking back over my shoulder at the things I wish I had done better / differently / not done at all. I am self aware enough to see this, I guess, but not self disciplined enough to always stop. So I remove the possibility of going backwards and so therefor try to motivate myself to move forwards.
I am a loner by nature.
I am not certain if that is how I was born or if it is how I became. I can see the destructive influences in my earliest childhood relationships in the way I deal with things now. In short, I probably still have mommy and daddy issues even though I am older than they were when they brought me into this world. I am older than my father was when he left. I am older than my mother was when she left.
All the time in the world has not made it to where I can say I know for a certainty, in my heart of hearts, that I am worthy of love. I know in my brain. I know in my heart. But in that deepest part of me, in that little kid who I was thirty five years ago, I’m still not good enough. And the little kid in me knows this because, if I was, then certainly someone should have loved me.
The adult me can not seem to convince the child me that I misinterpreted the situation. I never could listen to authority.
The lack of unconditional love in my life has had two conflicting results, it seems. On one hand, I try really hard to be good enough to be loved. It makes me generally a pretty good man and a pretty good mate. I expect a lot from the people with whom I develop relationships, but I am willing to bring a lot to the table. On the other hand, though, if I feel neglected, or I feel like I am being treated as though I am not good enough, I will end the relationship. I would like to say I never look back, but of course I do.
That is why I burn the bridges.
In the end it won’t matter to me how much time or energy I have invested in the relationship. While I do take it into consideration, I will not fall into the gambler’s fallacy of throwing good money after bad. I do not believe that, given enough time, any relationship can be made to work. I accept the possibility, of course, but I am not going to waste my time trying to find out. There are some things that are just deal breakers.
I am not a team player by nature. I can, of course, work and play well with others when it suits me. I never would have lasted a day in the Army if I couldn’t function as a part of a team. I think that I can function equally well as the lowest member of a team as I can as the leader.
Sometimes I prefer to be just a peon, especially if I don’t feel like I have enough knowledge about the subject. I have never been one to exert authority just because I could. I’d rather be led by a private who knew where he was going than a general who was lost.
I don’t like power. I never craved it like it seemed a lot of my colleagues in the military did. I don’t like being in charge of other people. I like taking care of the people under my charge but that is not, I think, the same thing.
I like efficiency. If there is a job to be done, I just want to get it done. If the most efficient way is for me to take charge, then I will generally take charge unless there are reasons I cannot. There are five types of authority, and I will not hesitate to use most of them if they are at my disposal. Ironically, if I ever have to assert legitimate authority, I feel like I have failed at some point.
Legitimate authority is the authority someone exercises by virtue of their rank or position. It always leaves a bad taste in my mouth. It is the Father who insists his will must be obeyed ‘because he says so’ rather than teaching the reasons for the rules. It is the jealous little god that demands worship by threat of punishment rather than deserving it. It is the sergeant whose only method of leadership is brutal authoritarianism.
All of those things are legal. All of those leaders are within their rights. None of them are being followed willingly. True leadership is motivating your men to do as you wish because they want to. True leadership is about influence, not authority. Lao Tzu wrote that the true leader, after all is said and done and his aim fulfilled, his men will say, "We did it ourselves."
I must say that I am pleasantly surprised with Netflix. I have been a diehard Blockbuster fan for quite some time. Their Total Access package always seemed to give me the best bang for my buck; that was when I lived right down the street from a Blockbuster, back in Independence. My best friend and part time lover swore that Netflix was a better deal, but I never listened to her. We had the best of both worlds, anyway.
When I moved to Rolla, it was even sweeter, because they started sending me coupons for a free game twice a month. And with their ‘no late fees’ I could keep a game for about three weeks before they charged me a restock fee, and I am usually bored with a game in that time, anyway. By then I was ready to get another game. It was nice.
I never would have thought that Huntsville would be worse off than Rolla in anything other than crime and traffic. I was shocked when I saw that in all of the metropolitan area there were only two Blockbusters from which to choose. And the one in Madison (still a twenty minute drive but the closest one) had such a sorry selection of Blu-Ray movies that I thought I was back in 2002. And this franchise doesn’t offer any of the perks to which I had grown accustomed.
Add that to the fact my car is on it’s last lug nut, and Blockbuster seemed less and less attractive.
So, I decided to give Netflix a try. I knew they let you stream movies to the computer, but I figured the quality must suffer. I was willing to check it out, though, since I have pretty large monitors and the trial was free. I wouldn’t want to watch movies on a regular sized monitor. Though I used to watch the Colbert Report and the Daily show on my little iPAQ, they were mostly dialogue. I need to be able to see the screen to enjoy a movie.
So I signed up, and I was shocked to find out just how good the quality of the downloads are. And fast. Literally within seconds of me downloading the viewer (it is Windows Media Player based) I was watching a series from Sci-Fi called Surface that caught my eye. The quality seems better than my Tivo. I don’t know if it is because my Tivo has to translate to analog or not, but I do know that I was impressed with Netflix.
Their Blu-ray selection is better than Blockbuster, I think, and their website runs much better, faster, and smoother. And the selection of downloadable movies and television series I get is incredible. I get all of that plus three movies at a time in the mail for only 15 bucks or so. A much better value, and way more convenient than driving to blockbuster to trade in my mailers for in-store selections.
Now, instead of multitasking with my laptop in front of the TV (sitcoms are great, but they don’t require ALL of my brain) I can work at the desktop on one monitor while I have a show playing on the other. I have already watched all of the first season of Jericho and I am starting on Dead Like Me.
I was warned in advance that not all the episodes of every series are available for download, and it was nice to see that Netflix warned me also. It was an easy fix to order the remainder to be delivered. Netflix in the mail is also faster than Blockbuster, so I will have them before I get done with the first part of the season. Even if I am a dedicated slacker.
Now if they would just let me stream to my PS3. I could stream to an XBox, which I don’t have, or there is a device I could purchase for another 100 bucks, but I will wait and see. I could get movies from Amazon on my Tivo, but the deal is kind of a rip-off,comparatively. For now I am very happy with the entertainment value I can get from Netflix.
Sisyphus was not compensated for this entry in any way.
Stepping lightly o’er the rubble Walls and monuments, and dreams Brought down by friend or foe? As if it mattered. The dying mens’ screams Give voice to the silent recrimination Of the landscape, tattered As the vision of hope In a condemned man’s eyes. -JS McAnarney, 2008
I love having interesting problems to solve. There is nothing quite like the feeling I get when I finally get a piece of code working the way I want it to work.
I have learned a few new languages lately (TCL and Expect), and they are surprisingly versatile.
I don’t get a lot of time to fiddle with automation code at work because there are things that need to get done, so I do it in my free time. I have been having trouble getting a script to work that cleared all the MAC addresses out of the ports of a card.
Right now, they use a menu driven front-end that requires you to clear each port manually.
That is two key presses. Not a lot if you only want to clear out one port.
I have almost 400 ports that are terminated. They have to be cleared each time I want to build a new emulation. That is a lot of wasted key presses.
I could go get a cup of coffee in that time.
So I’ve been working on a script that drives the menu application. I don’t have the source code. But I can use a nifty little language called Expect to ‘press’ the keys for me, and I can use TCL to loop it through as many ports as I want.
While I go get my coffee.
I had everything working except the transition from card to card. I have twelve cards. I could run the script twelve times, and it would work fine, but thats 24 key presses.
So I fiddle with it, and I fiddle with it, and I try different tricks and and I finally had a breakthrough. Starting tomorrow I will never manually clear the MAC addresses ever the hell again.
Rise up against tyrannical keystrokes! Today is our Independence Day!
On to the next puzzle. Maybe some more coffee first…
I don’t know if I can trust you. If I can’t, please do me a favor and leave me alone. But if I can’t trust you, you are probably not the kind of person to leave, are you?
I spent my life making walls. But if I make it impossible for the enemy to get in, I make it hard for me to get out.
I have tried very hard to tear down the walls I spent a lifetime building. Emotionally, in many ways, I am still a child. An idiot savant, perhaps, but a child nonetheless.
I don’t want to be alone behind my walls. I am not always appropriate when I venture forth. But I try to be a decent man.
Out of damp and gloomy days, out of solitude, Out of loveless words directed at us, conclusions grow up in us like fungus: One morning they are there, we know not how, and they gaze upon us, morose and gray. Woe to the thinker who is not the gardener but only the soil of the plants that grow in him. —Friedrich Nietzsche
Dragging behind you the silent reproach of a million tear stained eyes Don’t be surprised when a crack in the ice appears under your feet Thin Ice, Pink Floyd
I don’t need anyone to take my side. My life has been a long string of being alone with short periods of being together interspersed just often enough that I cannot be classified as a complete hermit. I can take care of myself. When I come on here to rant, which happens pretty seldomly, comparatively, I don’t need anyone to take sides. I can only give my side of the story, and it is colored with my perceptions. And I am usually pissed when I write it. I am here to rant, not for sympathy or to make allegiances.
I really don’t need anyone to go and harass any one else on my account, for any reason whatsoever. I am not sure why anyone would do this, but I hope no one would ever do it in my name and think that that I’d appreciate it. I don’t need anyone to take my word alone and act like it is the only version of the truth and give anyone else shit on my hearsay.
And I really, really don’t fucking need anyone to try and commiserate with both sides of any conflict I write about. I’m not talking about trying to get both sides (which is admirable), I’m talking about backstabbers. Who the fuck tries to take both sides of an argument? I understand that there are people who thrive on drama and stir up as much shit as they can, but I really didn’t think that people like that would be interested in reading my diary. I hope they understand when I don’t invite them back.
If anyone thought I was a shitheel, I am not gonna say that I am not (because I know me better than you) but why in the hell would someone hang around the diary of a person whom they thought was not a good person? Don’t wait until it would hurt the most to call me a shitheel. Say it when you figure it out and then go away. Gods know I won’t try and stop you.
Fucking backstabbing whoremongering bootlicking cocksuking motherfucking shiteating worthless piles of dungrolling maggot infested crotch grabbing ass munching syphilitic emotional lepers.
Namasté, of course, means that the light in me bows to the light in you. However, sometimes the Shadow in me wants to bitch slap the Shadow in some of you.
This whole passive aggressive thing is really annoying. Yeah? You wanna try just aggressive? ~~Detective Jo Lupo, Eureka
Been to the high, I’ve been to the low And I’ve been to lots of places that I didn’t wanna go But I ain’t see nothing to get me off my ass And I laughed at all the jokers wanna make me walk on glass I could walk ‘fore I could crawl And I was meaner than a bad dog with his back against the wall
Though Newton is best known for his quantification of the force of gravity, it is his development of Calculus that really impresses me. He developed an entire system of mathematics in order to more accurately model the universe.
That’s all that mathematics is, of course. It is a way to model the universe in order to make both records and predictions. The predictive analysis part is fascinating, but it is really the recording part that led (and leads) to all the rest.
The purpose of predictive analysis, of course, is to answer the question, "How do we get there from here?" But first we have to answer the question, "Where are we right now?" And, of course, in order to answer that, we have to investigate from where we came.
This doesn’t mean we have to know the absolute beginning in order to begin. For instance, the Big Bang Theory gives us the ability to understand our place in the Universe even if it doesn’t answer the penultimate question. But we do have to pay attention to the way things are right now until we can discover a pattern.
Even the identity matrix doesn't work normally
It is this pattern which allows us to make predictions of varying degrees of accuracy about the future. The accuracy depends on the strength and continuity of the pattern we have discerned. We model a particular system through mathematics, thought experiments, or other, and then we can develop theories. If we can use our theory to accurately predict the future, then we have a reasonable assurance that we have accurately modelled that particular system within those particular constraints.
That is why we must pay close attention to the world around us. That is why we must pay attention to history. That is why, for instance, the argument that the cause of global warming is not important is foolish beyond belief. We have to understand how we got here in order to figure out how to get out. Without understanding cause and effect, we run the risk of using a cure that is worse than the illness. Mathematics is a useful tool we can use to help us define a pattern. Though it is not the only tool it is the one with the clearest rules.
A differential equation, to be solvable, has to be (among other things) continuous on the interval in which we are interested. As with most mortals , I am primarily concerned with the interval between my birth and death. My life has not been lived with mathematical precision. I have not been continuous.
Gandhi said that happiness is when what we think, what we feel, and what we do are in harmony. When I live parts of my life like that, then I consider myself continuous on that interval. Most of my life I have been in conflict with myself. I am not alone in this. The only examples of people who have been continuous their whole life I can find are in fiction: John Galt and Howard Rourke (from The Fountainhead).
When I am not in harmony I am not continuous. It makes me unpredictable. I am being pulled in multiple directions instead of driving myself towards my goal. My course corrections, as I vacillate between the conflicting parts of my personality, are great wastes of time and energy. It is much more efficient to spend a little time to bring myself into harmony before acting.
I cannot go backwards in time and change my behavior, but I try to change the present in order to create the future I desire. Ironically, I have a tendency to dwell on the past which interferes with my ability to create the future. Of all the bad habits I have left, that is the one I most desire to conquer. When I find myself off track, I try to get back on track as quickly as possible.
Today is the last day of the first of my life.
Don’t let yesterday take up too much of today –Cherokee Proverb
Well, I’m here to tell you now each and ev’ry mothers son. You better learn it fast; you better learn it young, ‘Cause, someday never comes.
I haven’t been to work in a couple of days. I have felt like shit both emotionally and physically, so I took advantage of the sick days I have earned. Well, I also took advantage of the sick days Iwill earn, since I have gone in the hole.
I got a secure VPN packet from work so I could work from home, but it seemed to slow my whole system down. I have never liked Norton, and my hard drive was starting to make funny noises. I rolled back my system to a few days ago and I used my Tune-Up utilities (best 30 bucks I ever spent) to clear out all the gunk and do a thorough check of my physical system.
Well, that screwed up my MBR, I think, when Windows started messing with my hard drives FAT tables. Because, after I did this, it wouldn’t let me boot into Linux at all. And, not only that, it didn’t want to boot into Windows. So I thought I would just do a clean reinstall of both systems.
I keep most of my particular files (music, documents, etc) on a separate hard disk. If I ever feel the need to do a clean wipe of my whole system and rebuild it from scratch, I can easily do it without losing too much data.
But when I reinstalled, my monitor kept shutting down as soon as I loaded the drivers for it. When I moved to LCD, I gave away my old CRT monitor, as well as the VGA cables. The LCD monitor has VGA inputs, but I couldn’t troubleshoot the problem using those without a cable.
I put in an old card that had HDMI output, and the same thing happened. So it could either be the HDMI cable or the monitor, or (god forbid) the mother board. I tried to hook the computer up to the TV with an HDMI-DVI converter cable, but couldn’t get a picture.