Hi, I’m a tleco that makes crappy phones.

My Sprint PCS Touch Point Phone died today. (Never mind that I’m writing this tomorow) The batttery casing fell apart. (It comes loose easily – thats why these phones reset all the time.) I’ve got it scotch taped together while I copy all the numbers out. Its about time I got rid of it.

I’m registering for classes at Rowan for the Fall Semester tomorow. I have a meeting with my advisor (I still don’t know who it is.) tomorow and I’ll work out the finer details with them then.

I had loads and loads of sushi today. I also folowed a dare to eat wayy to much wasabi. I don’t feel very well. Good sushi though. Wow it was good.
I enjoyed that sushi thoroughly. I had a a bunch of things but most importantly I had shrimp tempora in a self titled Lotus roll. (The restraunt is named Lotus Orential.). That was very very good.

-Francis

A gift for ones self.

A friend of mine got a tattoo. She didn’t get a big one or a flashy one. It was small, on the inside of her ankle. A butterfly. She got it for her self – not to show off. “It’s kinda selfish” she says. She got it to mark the closing one chapter of her life but she wanted to remember the journey so she got the tattoo to remind her. I admire that kind of thing.

-Francis

Site Updates

I’m cleaning up the site a lot today. I’ll have more on exactly what’s goin on later.

I got the news script working again – they changed version of php on me and with the new settings it wouldn’t display any news items by default. I made a quck hack that defaulted (no matter what you did) to 10 entries. Now it should work propperly.

I added a gallery. Its cool. Its got a slideshow amoung other things. I like it a lot. Sorry Mike – (he wrote the old script) – but I’m leaving you for another programmer.

I had some trouble with the gallery it works fine now – will be adding many photo’s soon.

Something is also messing with the spacing of the tables. I’ll have that fixed soon.

-Francis

Poems and the art of war

I stole a copy of Sun Tzu’s “The Art of War” from my coffee table before I left for school on Sunday. (Sorry if anyone was reading that.) It’s an abridged copy (fits in your pocket) but its got a fair amount in there. I finished it all on the ride down to school. Its amazing that the meaningful texts are so obscure. I mean completely obscure. This shit would make no sense the first read with out the commentary after every sentence. The part that stuck with me most (this time around) was this.

The energy of the army can be dampened, and the general's mind
can be dampened. Therefore, in the morning, energy is high, but
during the day energy begins to flag; and in the evening, energy
is exhausted. Therefore, those skilled in the use of force avoid
high energy, and strike when energy is exhausted. This is the way
to manage energy.

Since I just want to manage my energy and not attack people. I think its prudent to wake in the morning when energy is high and I still have some time before it begins to flag or it is exhausted.

I found this on the internet the other day and it stuck as well.

1.14.02

have you ever written in watercolors?
have you ever worn the sleeves of your sweaters
over your fingers?
have you ever twirled your hair?
or yawned while your toes pointed and the tips
of your fingers reached the clouds?
when was the last time you slept until the sun
was setting ?
or stayed up all night finishing a book you only
just started?
has anyone ever called you beautiful?
have you ever believed them?
when was the last time you painted your toenails?
have you ever walked barefoot everywhere you went?
or ate an entire package of oreos?
eaten peanut butter with a spoon?
when was the last time you giggled until your sides ached?
or hugged your crying friend?
have you ever told your dog you loved them?
do you remember what its like to snuggle next to a
heater after youve been out in the cold?
or rest your back after a long day?
have you enjoyed smiling lately?
have tears been your only way of surving?
and your imagination the only way out?

sometimes its time to appreciate the insignificant
things that keep you happy
or sad
or feeling
or just alive....

I found this link in my travels through newsgroups.
http://members.aol.com/SeeGODhowto

-Francis

Holla holla

I had a nice walk in the city today. All over north times square. For about 3 or 4 hours me and a bunch of good friends ran around searching every restraunt and diner in the area.

Searching? Why you ask?
A kid named Hollis (forgive my spelling) who has the money for the 9 of us to eat and who also had Cassie’s little sister Sammy. We were suposed to meet them on the corner of 55th street and Broadway. Cutting to the chase. I now have a good fealing for most of the restraunts in the area, a nice amount of walking under my belt, and a wonder of why Hollis was on 42nd street in a Chi Chi’s that happened to be in the second floor of a lowes movie theater.

He had long since left when we finaly found the place. We were suposed to have met at the non existent Broadway Diner on the pre mentioned corner.
We figured that even though it didn’t exist he’d at least be there. I don’t know how the hell he ended up where he did. I just know I spent almost 3 hours in the rain waiting for him. Good think I like the rain.

-Francis

Email is a funny thing.

I got this in the E-mail.

DEAR FRIEND,
I AM MRS. SESE-SEKO WIDOW OF LATE PRESIDENT MOBUTU SESE-SEKO OF
ZAIRE? NOW KNOWN AS DEMOCRATIC REPUBLIC OF CONGO (DRC). I AM MOVED TO
WRITE YOU THIS LETTER, THIS WAS IN CONFIDENCE CONSIDERING MY
PRESENT CIRCUMSTANCE AND SITUATION.
I ESCAPED ALONG WITH MY HUSBAND AND TWO OF OUR SONS TIMOTHY ONGOLO
AND BASHER OUT OF DEMOCRATIC REPUBLIC OF CONGO (DRC) TO ABIDJAN, COTE
D'IVOIRE WHERE MY FAMILY AND I SETTLED, WHILE WE LATER MOVED TO
SETTLED IN MORROCO WHERE MY HUSBAND LATER DIED OF CANCER DISEASE.
HOWEVER DUE TO THIS SITUATION WE DECIDED TO CHANGED MOST OF MY
HUSBAND'S BILLIONS OF DOLLARS DEPOSITED IN SWISS BANK AND OTHER
COUNTRIES INTO OTHER FORMS OF MONEY CODED FOR SAFE PURPOSE BECAUSE
THE NEW HEAD OF STATE OF (DR) MR LAURENT KABILA HAS MADE ARRANGEMENT
WITH THE SWISS GOVERNMENT AND OTHER EUROPEAN COUNTRIES
TO FREEZE ALL MY LATE HUSBAND'S TREASURES DEPOSITED IN SOME EUROPEAN
COUNTRIES. HENCE MY CHILDREN AND I DECIDED LAYING LOW IN AFRICA TO
STUDY THE SITUATION TILL WHEN THINGS GETS BETTER, LIKE NOW THAT
PRESIDENT KABILA IS DEAD AND THE SON TAKING OVER (JOSEPH KABILA). ONE OF
MY LATE HUSBAND'S  CHATEAUX IN SOUTHERN FRANCE WAS CONFISCATED BY
THE FRENCH GOVERNMENT,AND AS SUCH I HAD TO CHANGE MY IDENTITY SO THAT
MY INVESTMENT WILL NOT BE TRACED AND  CONFISCATED. I HAVE DEPOSITED
THE SUM OF EIHGTEEN MLLION UNITED STATE DOLLARS US$18,000,000,00.)
WITH A SECURITY COMPANY , FOR SAFEKEEPING. THE FUNDS ARE  SECURITY
CODED TO PREVENT THEM FROM KNOWING THE CONTENT. WHAT I WANT YOU TO
DO IS TO INDICATE YOUR INTEREST THAT YOU WILL ASSIST US BY RECEIVING
THE MONEY ON OUR BEHALF.ACKNOWLEDGE THIS MESSAGE, SO THAT I CAN
INTRODUCE YOU TO MY SON (KONGOLO) WHO HAS THE OUT MODALITIES FOR THE
CLAIM OF THE SAID FUNDS. I WANT YOU TO ASSIST IN INVESTING THIS MONEY,
BUT I WILL NOT WANT MY IDENTITY REVEALED. I WILL ALSO WANT TO BUY
PROPERTIES AND STOCK IN MULTI-NATIONAL COMPANIES AND TO ENGAGE IN
OTHER SAFE AND NON-SPECULATIVE INVESTMENTS. MAY I AT THIS POINT
EMPHASISE THE HIGH LEVEL OF ONFIDENTIALITY, WHICH THIS BUSINESS
DEMANDS, AND HOPE YOU WILL NOT BETRAY THE TRUST AND CONFIDENCE,
WHICH I REPOSE IN YOU. IN CONCLUSION, IF YOU WANT TO ASSIST US ,
MY SON SHALL PUT YOU IN THE PICTURE OF THE BUSINESS,TELL YOU WHERE THE
FUNDS ARE CURRENTLY BEING MAINTAINED AND ALSO DISCUSS OTHER
MODALITIES INCLUDING REMUNERATION FOR YOUR SERVICES.
FOR THIS REASON KINDLY FURNISH US YOUR CONTACT INFORMATION, THAT IS
YOUR PERSONAL TELEPHONE AND FAX NUMBER FOR CONFIDENTIAL PURPOSE AND
ACKNOWLEDGE RECEIPT OF THIS MAIL USING THE ABOVE EMAIL
ADDRESS.

NOTE REPLY THIS MAIL TO : mari5001@rediffmail.com

BEST REGARDS,

MRS M. SESE SEKO

Hehe, I think I’m going to play with this one.

To: mari5001@rediffmail.com
Subject: Re: WIDOW/WITWE DES SPÄTEN PRÄSIDENTEN

OH MY GOD! I hope you and your family is alright! Please let me
know what I can do to help you!

-Francis

Stupid people.

Some stupid kids up the block tried to make a smoke bomb. Two fire engines, a shit load of cops and a bombsquad later they suceeded in burning down thier kitchen. Don’t they know they have to do this stuff in thier back yard? (In my defence I grew up with a concrete allyway as my back yard.)

In other news I was playing with my cellphone. I have made (on this phone). 2,930 calls totaling in 5,720 minutes on the phone. Thats an average of 1.95 minutes a call. I don’t talk a lot. Thats also 95 hours and twenty minutes, or almost 4 full days on the phone.

I wish I could hack this phone more – but aparently it sucks as much as a toy as it does as a phone. Hell, as much as sprint!

Francis

Great Grandma Naomi

Today my Great Grandmother Died. She was 98 years old. Her birthday was the day before mine. We’d both send each other cards each year. She was a gypsy growing up my mother says. Used to dance. I never saw her dance but you could tell there was still a fire behind her eyes. An energy in her mind that existed regardless of the body. She was amazing. She will be missed.

Sunday Bloody Sunday

Its amazing how fast things can add up. It takes so long to make them managable again.

U2

Sunday Bloody Sunday

Yes…

I can’t believe the news today
Oh, I can’t close my eyes
And make it go away
How long…
How long must we sing this song?
How long? How long…
’cause tonight…we can be as one
Tonight…

Broken bottles under children’s feet
Bodies strewn across the dead end street
But I won’t heed the battle call
It puts my back up
Puts my back up against the wall

Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday

And the battle’s just begun
There’s many lost, but tell me who has won
The trench is dug within our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters
Torn apart

Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday

How long…
How long must we sing this song?
How long? How long…
’cause tonight…we can be as one
Tonight…tonight…

Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday

Wipe the tears from your eyes
Wipe your tears away
Oh, wipe your tears away
Oh, wipe your tears away
(Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
Oh, wipe your blood shot eyes
(Sunday, Bloody Sunday)

Sunday, Bloody Sunday (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
Sunday, Bloody Sunday (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)

And it’s true we are immune
When fact is fiction and TV reality
And today the millions cry
We eat and drink while tomorrow they die

(Sunday, Bloody Sunday)

The real battle just begun
To claim the victory Jesus won
On…

Sunday Bloody Sunday
Sunday Bloody Sunday…

Its been a while.

I’ve been meening to update this page with random song lyrics to supplment actualy writing anything.

DAVE MATTHEWS BAND



“Big Eyed Fish”


Look at this big – eyed fish swimming in the sea oh
How it dreams to be a bird swoop and diving through the breeze
So one day caught a big old wave up on to the beach
Now he.s dead you see beneath the sea is where a fish should be

But oh God
Under the weight of life
Things seem brighter on the other side

You see this crazy man decided not to breathe
He turned red and blue – purple, colorful indeed
No matter how his friends begged and pleaded the man would not concede
And now he.s dead you see the silly man should know you got to breathe

But oh God
Under the weight of life
Things seem brighter on the other side

Oh God
Under the weight of life
Things seem so much better on the other side

No way, no way
No way out of here

You see the little monkey sitting up in his monkey tree
One day decided to climb down and run off to the city
But look at him now lost tired living in the street
As good as dead you see what a monkey does – stay up your tree

But oh God
Under the weight of life
Things seem brighter on the other side

Oh God
Under the weight of life
Things seem so much better on the other side

No way, no way, no way
No way out of here

Rain in my dreams

Fall away