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Links & Things

Okay, a few things: last night I went out to Radbull… heh, typo but I think I’ll leave it. I meant REDbull HQ in Santa Monica for a viewing party of a new BMX Ride DVD. Brought my camera because I had heard that their offices are phat. They totally are, dude.

front entrance

see more here

This Saturday I’m heading to CA Boom (is that supposed to be pronounced “kaboom”?) with Erin and her mum. I’ll probably take lots of pics and blog about it, although I’m really bad at remembering everything I see and think is cool. We’ll see what I can remember, maybe I’ll take notes.

Here come the links!

Milton said we should get this for the office. I agree.  It will add a new level of professionalism.

Capricia sent me this and I saw what everyone else didn’t see, but failed to do what was instructed. Does that mean I won? Or did I lose? I think it means I am cyclist friendly, which I know I am. 🙂

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Set Your Soul On Fire

“If you get really excited about a possibility, that is your soul speaking to you. Do that which sets your heart free and on fire – passion is an essential barometer to measure happiness.”

– Evelyn “Auntie E” Foreman

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I Used No Caps

and just to offset the last post, I’ll post this one which is dated March 8, 2005 @ 7:14 p.m.

*sigh*

it’s been one of those days…no, not one of those days but one of those days when i think “i guess the world doesn’t suck balls so much”

i mean i woke up, and that was kind of sucky because i have nice dreams.

then i went to school and had to take a test…but it was ok because i sat next to a boy with pretty eyes and we both knew nothing about anything.

in my finance class i actually knew what the fuck was going on even though i skipped out on class last thursday.

i met up with my advertsising group and schooled them on MP3 players, in a nice way. i like knowing shit.

some random guy stopped me in the subway/MUNI and asked me for my number.

then i get home and the roomates’ kitty loves me and i get an e-mail that makes me happy.

didn’t even have to use my A.K.

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Half The Horizon’s Gone

I often hear people say “false sense of security” when they talk about people attainging certain material item or even some kind of personal relationship. For example, getting a can of mace to carry around in your purse might give one a false sense of security. Another example, being married gives one a false sense of security.

So, what I want to know is what does it mean to be secure. If everything you ever thought could make you feel better actually doesn’t do anything for you then does this mean everything in our lives is false? It seems like nothing actually makes one secure, so is “security” a made up term, like “love”? (I’ll save the Love theory for another entry)

It actually angers me a little when people say that now, as if they are so much more “secure” and perhaps that’s not even what they intended it to mean. Perhaps they realize that they do the same thing and find themselves feeling falsely secure as well. Still, one shouldn’t trivialize something someone else has so much faith in. That bugs me.