it would make sense

it would make sense if...

[we interrupt this segment, to say that it might profit from making an album with a band, whose debut album and band name was the opposite of another band name and debut album. it would be an interesting twist to the music industry. and of course launch it online. so much i'd like to do but just need parent's support, financially]

yes, it would make sense if...

to insert an introduction to one's article.

to whom it may concern (myself primarily),
let us focus on the matter of sense, and whether or not anything warrants it. it would make sense if people wouldn't kill each other in the middle east due to a religion or worldview. granted much fighting has been called by this country (the US) but still a lot of killing is done. it would make sense if this were to end. and yet it would make sense for it to continue, to go on. for someone has to die either way. someone's always dying. the US erecting a 20 ft. high fence across 2,000 miles of border. follow the laws. of the world. they're the only legal jurisdiction there is, and it's the only words that can truly hurt you. by sitting your ass in jail. intentionally. the death penalty is a hell of a threat. but it needs to be told to the people who risk killing somebody. billboards. no we gotta do more than billboards. a whole national campaign; an international campaign, to show the dangers of committing murder. maybe the rate would go down; maybe the cost of living would go up; but ideally, people would become smarter, and smartness yields, well, not the same conclusion every time. different people yield different results. it's a race for cultural supremacy. choych this blows. peace.

woke up dreaming

woke up dreaming, i was gonna die...

no i didn't, i actually woke up dreaming i'd just fallen 30 feet from a kite (which somehow held my weight) pulled by a dog (what?) ridden by chrissy (hold up) after she took a turn too wide and got trampled by some horses. makes absolutely no sense. what does make sense is that the soundtrack to my descent, landing and subsequent sitting up and examining of my injuries was "ooh whatcha saaaaaaay, ohhwhahaeahhhhha did she saaayyyaay/ooh whathca ssaaaaayy" the song by imogen heap, hide and seek it turns out to be. makes sense after the snl skit i suppose.

went for a walk today, testing my knees, i can still jump and climb a bit, but i am anxious to get to a city compatible w/ free-running instead of nearly-free-walking.

watching blow and my golly johnny depp cracks me up just the facial expressions and everything, one of the best. peace.

but first

first, WHAT THE FUCK???

ok, I've just talked to 3 different offices and people:
prosecution office of wabash, indiana
probation office of wabash, indiana
jpmorgan chase credit card

and at all three fucking places, the women telephone answerers were snippy with me. my question is, WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR JOB, BITCH? isn't it to answer phones, make appointments, suck a dick from time to time? oh wait, no, if you'd sucked a dick you wouldn't be answering fucking phones you stupid cunts.

i know that sounds harsh, but when I call someplace with a few measly questions, don't act like your time is so important that I'm disrupting the fucking state of the union address or something. I understand "days of our lives" is on and you're trying watching it online and you're on your period, but shape up and be polite, courteous, and answer my fucking questions like it was the best damn thing you could be doing at that moment.

then again, I'm not the one stuck doing that shit, so maybe it really is that bad.

why

why is there something rather than nothing?

a stupid question i propose, and hopefully can show.

i'll start with "why".

random

random rambling response to inner request for written report of recent thoughts i guess, unless i get medical and substitute for 'thoughts', random reactions of radical receptors...though that's hardly medical it maintains my rhetoric of r-letter originating letters. that is a fun thought experiment of sorts. i mean if we're not writing artistically or at least creatively then what's the point. i've found this out on numerous occasions, where written recordings read rather drab and makes one want to retire his pen.

the reason for my writing: i recently (within the last few weeks) visually consumed all the episodes of sacha baron cohen's hbo comedy half-hour 'da ali g show', to my personal enjoyment. granted he plays the fool, the buffoon, the idiot, the child, but it's this simplistic approach to adults and so called experts that makes the show what it is. that established, i watched borat 2 1/2 summers ago and found it obscure but entertaining; it's rare nowadays to find someone who pushes the lines that blatantly and gets away with it. i did not however find much sympathy with people who tried to quote the character without knowing anything about the show, and often ignored good-natured attempts at a 'high five'. it's difficult to distinguish between being an ass and maintaining some standard of what's funny and what's not allowable.

either way, i just now watched 'bruno' and 'ali g in da house' and my conclusion is that the triptych of these three characters is something that's never been done before by any actor. he created them, made them ridiculous (though very similar in their child-like characteristics) and then made them movies. now he can retire them and move to three other characters, or whatever he wants to do. it did feel like if he'd left the characters as crazy as they were in the show, the movies would have been better. in 'da ali g' show each one was an odd ball but not through the roof like the movies were. it was pushed to an unbelievable limit in the films, and would have been so much better if left as they appeared in the show.

sorry denmark-usa just came on and a bowl of spaghetti w/ buttered bread and i'd rather indulge the direct gratification senses than think. i am an american, leave me be. ha. peace

i'm going to start typing

and when i stop it will be at the point at which i have decided to stop. because one day i am going to need to write coherently for any number of reasons, for example on the gre. or if i participate in law school. which i would like to do, but maybe after a few years of volunteer things. like, i can't decide between americorps and peace corps, so i think i'll do both. then again, damn it i wish i'd fucking graduated last year, that will be 2 total years plus in between time. i need to apply now. and say that i'm available now. that is what i will do. plus, i really kind of want to try to do the marines. i feel like i've been an underachiever for the last 4 years and am capable of doing good work. i don't necessarily need to partake in violence in the marines would i? like intelligence or diplomacy or a international representative or ambassador or something. that sounds fun. i am also very interested in neuroscience/neurobiology and the way the brain works, for example the state of the brain during certain thoughts or how electricity in the brain is a factor to our ability to think, and how the synaptic leap of neurons might be similar to a "leap of faith" one might make in everyday life, like how there are similarities between the projected foreseeable universe and the cross-cut of a neuron of a rat.


this is enlightening and i am encouraged by my ability to write a few lines at a time like this. it is odd how sometimes we - i generalize, this occurs to me but mayn't occur to others - how sometimes i don't know how i feel or what i think about a topic or something until i open my mouth to talk about it. like the ideas were formed prior in my head or in my unconsciousness somewhere and only spilled out by accident. or not. not accident that is. it seems like the same thing occurs whilst writing. ooh i want to put down this single thought, but i'll put it in the proper context for myself (this is assuming i'm the only one who will read this, which is probably accurate):

Micah R Sollenberger
from Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

- this article refers to the humanoid Micah Sollenberger, for other uses see Micah Sollenberger (disambiguous)
Micah Robert Lahman Sollenberger is a homo sapien and American citizen born January 15 1987 in Harrisburg Pennsylvania to his parents. He is 6'1" and currently weighs 160 pounds. He has one older brother and one younger sister and is of a long family line of Christian believing, church going, well-respected pacifist Brethren. While he would admit his upbringing has been "superb", he is sometimes frustrated with the general lack of certainty in this life and the frustrations everyday existence bring.
He studied Philosophy at Manchester College, a time he calls "academically and socially harrowing, though I love the fact that I got to spend 4 and a half years with my maternal grandparents and various Lahman relatives". He is currently writing up a pseudo-Wikipedia article on his blogger account. His future remains unseen, though he plans on dying in the year 2077(!).

haha you get the point. what i'm trying to say is that i frequently read my life like a wikipedia article, to curious ends. like which external links will the reader click? will the "Sollenbergers" have made a name for themselves yet? will I have made a name for myself yet? will I have realized that this is futile yet? I want to do something though. except that no one does that. just do what you do.

peace.

lots

lots of things happened since last post, can't say i've completely given it up but saturday was a step in that direction. i enjoy it. why can't i? you're better off driving. isn't that ridiculous? why is the product even legal in the first place? either way, don't want to go through that again. and can't f/ up again. again. ever. so i'll be more careful, this place is run by folks who don't mess around. which might explain its success. it's cold though man. real cold.

watched the phillies clinch the alds, which means i'll be watching them for another week. sports are a funny thing, but ultimately they are just games and can't be held in serious discussion. i'm working on breaking that trance as well. need to grow up and take the bull by the horns. I'd rather take the flower by the stem and just, you know, get married. work something something, live somewhere. don't care. done caring. but never will be. ready to face the charges.

man this emotional over 3 misdemeanors and 1 felony, i can't imagine facing something forreal. FA-REAL! passed that stage too.

Fringe Science

This is my essay on "Fringe Science" for a Philosophy of Science class. I received a D+ for it I believe. Rightly so...I (pause) often have no comment. In this case, I want to state my sadness

Philosophy of Science

Fringe Science: 10/7/08

Micah Sollenberger

While the field of study I have chosen doesn’t have a name just yet, I’m quite confident that in the next one hundred and fifty years or so it will be able to step out of the realm of fringe science and into the world of scientific truth. This area of study is often ridiculed and occasionally “debunked”, but it never seems to be fully explained away. Conspiracy theories are labeled as such by the people accused of manipulating money, government, the mass media and therefore the masses and so instead I will call this study the study of alternative truths.

Now, you might wonder how the study of alternative truths can be anything but an oxymoron given the nature of alternative and the nature of truth, inherently understood as that which is not false. But unfortunately, since the beginning of time, human beings have been manipulating the situations they exist in to better provide for food or water or security or whatever will help them survive longer. Therefore, since the beginning of time there has been what actually happened and what was recorded as having happened. Sometimes these two coincide, and sometimes they don’t.

This leads me to some theories of the study of alternative truths: first, there exists a loosely knit group of ruling elite, many of which bounce between high-level corporate and governmental positions, as well as many non-governmental organizations. These non-governmental organizations (NGO’s) were created by them to pursue an agenda based on the advancement of their own, or others like them. Secondly, this group has been controlling the money supply for almost one hundred years, and similar others have been sitting on billions of dollars since the 1930’s, leaving little doubt that a proactive and focused attempt to infiltrate world politics was impossible.

Thirdly, finding themselves capable of manipulating money (the Great Depression), government (World Bank, IMF, countless interventions in Latin America) and the mass media (read, corporate media), this group has taken every possible opportunity to profit from war, poverty and misery on just about every level of the global stage, due mostly to the trickle down effect of loss, as nobody is willing to suffer greatly so that others may lose less, and conversely nobody is going to give up more so that others may gain little. This has been going on for decades.

Fourthly, it is still going on as we speak. Everything from HIV/AIDS to the “terrorist” bombings of the U.S.S. Cole and 9/11 to the current financial crisis has been pre-determined and carried out in order to pass laws that constrict the rights of U.S. citizens, allow for funding of astronomical proportions (U.S. Defense budget was $500+ billion this/last year) and control populations. Furthermore, “terrorism” is a fabricated illusion of all of our imaginations, planted by those who are in charge of the truths we are told, tended by those that want us to fear one another and watered by those “quo bono”; who benefit.

To asses said claims, allow us to look at the facts; the empirical evidence. There is countless evidence that those in charge of what we understand to be true are withholding some information. The FBI and the CIA both contain more information than I will ever know.

Explanatory power: these claims explain every conceivable suspicious activity that has occurred ever since the Great Depression. They all tie into one main problem and offer one main conclusion for everything. Therefore it has terrific predictive power, as multiple people foresaw the events of September 11 2001 (Aaron Russou, for example).

As far as in-breadth explanatory power is concerned, this one covers them all.

In depth explanatory power: we only know so far as inside agents have been willing to dispose; due to the wickedness of those running the show, most people who spill any beans wind up dead within a few years.

In conclusion, the degree to which this is a good empirical science and whether it should remain a fringe science is tough to tell, mainly because of the conflicting stories between what we are told and what we are able to find out on our own, separately. There are few experiments to run and any conclusions that are contradictory to the official stories are hard to believe, as most people rationalized internally how they wanted to understand and accept as fact what they witnessed in each given circumstance. The truth of the matter is unknown to most of us, but until someone figures out a solution we will continue to be at the whim of the events of the day, regardless of whether or not some group of someone’s is running the world.

Danny Devito Kills It: Always Sunny

* this is a brief series review of the newest "It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia" episode: season 5 episode 4, Frank's Intervention.

Danny DeVito is absolutely killing it in the new episode of It's Always Sunny, you're favorite show on FX about the classic gang of Philly's finest bar, Paddy's Pub. So far he's been a drunken bumbling garbling hobo trying to bang his sister-in-law at her husbands funeral, with an absolutely brilliant display of drunkenness on the streets walking Philadelphia suburbs with Mac. Meanwhile the psychological siblings continue to embarrass and harass various people, bringing Charlie into the mix in an attempt to stabilize Frank, hilariously portrayed by Mr. DeVito himself. More to follow..

{hahaha Charlie intervenes on Dennis and Dee due to a drinking problem, which of all else is drinking wine out of a can, which is, by the way, 'brilliant!'.}

"we're gonna get all in your face and point out your faults.."
"a roast? I've always wanted to be roasted. oh wait let me just switch gears here, fire up this spliff!"
- hahaha best line of the episode

amazing 5th episode, in some ways i'm glad i missed it and downloaded it tonight to watch it, it went perfect with the final episode of season one.

peace, love to all sunny fans, and
unity and justice for all philly fans.
go phillies!

b

thursday

it's been one week since my topsiders were jacked from the locker room. rip.

i've chosen atheism, or new-atheism for my research topic for the senior seminar and hope to come to some neat conclusions. the first article we read mentions belief as an alternative to doubt if only to give someone something to live for. personally, i feel like believing in god is just as silly as saying that god doesn't exist, which i suppose leaves agnosticism as the default category, but i believe in the idea of god. the idea of god is a powerful and seductive mindset for we humans, and i think it's a tossup as to whether it's been more constructive or destructive over the course of human existence.

speaking of, i signed up for twitter, weheartit, re-signed up for facebook, and am actively blogging on this homo site, so we'll see what that means.

soooo

i just lost $5 dollars on pokerstars, but still have 6 left. need to make some money and stat. motorcycle is 1500, new acoustic is 8-10, oh and my 6 THOUSAND DOLLARS OF ADDITIONAL SCHOOL LOANS WILL NEEDED PAID SOME HOW. what a fucking twat you are. i am. i hate this stupid school. manchester college is bullshit. fuck this place. i fucking love it. doublethink. utilize it. finished hemingway's the sun also rises for class, what a joke. the class that is, not the book. the book was good, i can't wait to see spain. spain, france, portugal, england, no screw western europe i want to see the eastern style european shiz. supposedly the exchange rate is better there for americans. i want my life threatened, i want to be hated, fuck the usa man. it is still awesome though. so on the other hand I kinda want to join the Marines. serve the country. blow the smoke of pacifism and non-violence out to sea. maybe just follow the bouncing dollar.

where i'm at

soccer starts tomorrow. no reception in my parents basement. finally a bike but no one to ride with..yet. still stuck in northern indiana, but given the circumstances, i suppose i can't complain. no sense in regretting the prior 4 years, though that f in chemistry is biting me in the ass in more than one way. stupid econ, screw it, i'm glad i failed it and i'll defend it against any admissions counselor here or abroad. which is where i'd like to do some grad school, masters maybe. i missed sam and miss her, and the response of a woman. they keep you honest. "the typical cat is sickest if you think not redefine what your definiton of is is". short night, but you can do a lot on 6 hours of sleep, and i will..will..finish b.franklin tonight, as well as doestoyevsky. i'll start him too. heha.

what

what am i talking about down below? i don't even know. but my screen is still working (just the hinge holding it together is busted) and my space bar is working better now. i'm drinking coffee, have a loaf of banana bread in the oven, and am finally working successfully from my room, something which has been impossible thus far, especially in doing school work. you see, rather than use the greatest-invention-to-date (aka the internet) for intellectual, scholarly research, i instead choose to watch viral videos of guys failing to do back flips off of roofs, news reporters getting taken out by sledding kids and baseball statistics. so in my 6 short years of consistent internet usage i'm more addicted to the random and dim-witted nonsense the internet provides in excess, rather than utilitzing it's all powerful technique of spreading information faster than ANYTHING we as a species has ever encountered. journalists, authors, opinion writers have a new medium to display their ideas, and credentials are as futile as a can opener on a submarine. wait that actually might be useful, as long as they don't toss their garbage out the deck into the sea. oooh by the way, if 100 or so brave souls are able to raise like 2 millions (typo but i like it, USD ($) that is) then they're all gonna float out to the floating swamp of plastic and trash that's floating in the pacific ocean and hopefully (lord willing) set up an operation that will convert it into diesel fuel. which seems ironic but actually nobel/honorable/etc, if only the government would pay for it. which would be what, .02% of a week's spending on the current war? i hate this country quite often.

from such

great heights as these no one could look down without
seething seeing superior topics as these certain things.
question:

adult content

so i was just asked if i wanted to enable an "adult content" warning for my blog, so i decided i'd add three of the most offensive statements possible at the top of this entry:

i believe in astrology, and that it is the foundation for all of today's religions. therefore, any reference to beliefs or "information" prior to the discovery of the actual size of our universe i deem irrelevant. excepting of course the actual study of astrology, which is still relevant (and everything based on astrology, which actually contradicts my previous statement, but i guess i'll clarify it to "belief claims ignorant to the truth of its origins" as what i claim irrelevant, but even this leads to obvious contraditions, in which case i stand by neither statement) though actually not. ha!

fuck, shit, bitch, piss, ass, dick, pussy, gay, fag, dyke, clown, retard - these are the first swear words which came to my mind, and though i'm not against screening their usage (i used to be terrified to utter even one in a sentence, and received a "time out" for using the first one in reference to a puzzle which i couldn't finish) i do believe they lead to simplified and unspecific verbiage in general.

if god is dead, then i am the second coming of jesus. this statement clearly has potententially offensive implications, but my screen just broke nooooooo ok bye.

test

i have an exam right now, soon that is, at 6:30 pm eastern time, my second to last one for 20th century philosophy, and the test is on Husserl, Heidegger and Sarte. i'd just like to get a few words out so as to prepare getting my thoughts down efficiently and effectively. that's not to say that that will help me regarding the information i need to know, but maybe it will allow me to write easier. i was studying and looking up answers and everything, but got distracted. it's very easy to do on the internet if you haven't noticed. i have. so husserl was different from heidegger but i don't know how. or, that is, i do know how. when that pencil starts moving, you need to stay positivie. you do know this, or at least you can pretend like you do. reality is a lot of creating illusions to convince yourself that certain things are not like they are. but is this how it has to be? i mean, i've been told recently quite a few times that "college is what you make it", like i'm free to interpret everything one way or another. this seems faulty, i'll try and touch on this later. for now though, let's assume that the world as we experience it is indeed one way or the other, or another, or almost infinite different ways. so if every second is every possible possibility, then life is like, 1/infinity, because usually you can only pick one way to go. is this what leibniz meant? i think so, now that makes sense.

2.1 and 4/28/2009.1

ok, i will avoid editing my posts and correcting things about them after-the-fact, which will only lead to a perpetual series of contradictions, corrections and re-typing. that is, i hereby forbid myself from ever editing a post, and instead will use this as a journal/diary-type secret keeper, which of course probably isn't wise since it's on the internet, but hopefully can be destroyed at some point or lost after the internet breaks. this will hopefully happen some time after the next world war but before the annialiation of our species.

further, i will not re-read posts before posting them, but rather will maintain a stream-of-consciousness-like writing style, which usually works for me. hopefully my brain hasn't been shot by hours of stumble!-ing and blastesd fantasy baseball (and fantasy other things) to the point where i can't construct a well pointed sentence which has some consistency throughout. thank you.

micah.

2

the new york times reports that 78% of people who feel "great about themselves, i think" or who feel "at least somewhat confident about my skills" were found to regularly write or type their ideas into some real world, physical medium. not to say that blogger.com is real world, but at least it's something. the other 22% of folks just enjoyed soaking in the opinions of others. which led me to this in a way: for, i suppose, my whole life, and especially these last 3 i've been expecting someone to tell me "the answers", or in a way, i've enjoyed only soaking in the opinions and advice of others. "good listener" was something i got on my report card at least 2 times (maybe, i don't know actually), which is better than "i've never seen a bigger waste of potential", which i got once. but goddamn it, i was always expected to find the answers in that class (physics)(!). what is the point of discovering for myself, answers that have already been found? does something seem a little repetitive about that? well you do that to learn the method, obviously. that is obvious isn't it? if only i'd had a journal in 11th grade. seriously though, often times i start saying things to answer a personal question, and find information out about myself as my answer progresses. maybe introverted and personal weren't the best traits to develop, and perhaps a girlfriend would have been a good idea at some point, if only to correct my terribly flawed logic. i hear there's other benefits of this type of relationship too.

i wonder if i can make this non-public.

4/28/2009

It's come to my attention that for at least the last 2 and 1/2 years I've been incredibly inward looking (that is, internally focused), trying to find answers to questions (outside myself) that can't really be answered by anyone but myself. Worst of all I've done nothing but contemplate the potential consequences of these potential actions, and left most of the decisions that directly affected me to the passage of time. Sartre would have considered this non-decision a decision, which it clearly is. But can I be blamed for the events that happened to me, even though I never directly acted on my preferences and chose one way or the other? Obviously, yes. Shedding responsibility only leads to frustration and disappointment with one self. So today, I intend to begin focusing the energy I am able to produce towards everything except my own selfish indecisions.

micah.