Currently reading The Universe in a Nutshell by Stephen Hawking – a follow up to his book a Brief History of Time.  This book is much easier to follow and presents more diagrams and more comprehensible examples.

This is what I look like after soaking my mind up with knowledge.

But I’m still just me at the end of the day, no matter how much I learn – or how much I absorb, or even how much eludes me.  I think I might start doing video blogs if I can figure out how to fix the problem that is seemingly inherent in macbooks which creates high pitched noise when using the iSight.

Ps.)  2 new episodes of Game Seers (thegameseers.com) were released today – everyone should go check them out.

I feel like half of me is dead, it had to be severed like a cancer though.  Cold turkey.  Though I wish there could have been another way, I did not see one.  Decisions were made, I wasn’t in them.  Someday it will be an obvious mistake and not one I can sweep under the rug for you.  I think about everything frequently, I remember a lot of things in the quiet spaces between thing one and thing two – it isn’t the same anymore.  I don’t see you in my dreams, I don’t feel your energy, I don’t feel anything.  4 am… I guess I should try to sleep as I do have a podcast to do tomorrow morning.  Good night world.

Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever feel that happy again, or that comfortable, or that understood or that purposeful.  Almost all times I doubt it very much.  I’m an alien visiting the world trying to find others like me, but I frequently discover that any like me have come and gone before I was even here or while I was very young.  People like me tend to not last very long.  Maybe someday I’ll figure out what the hell I’m doing here.  Unfortunately, today wasn’t that day.  Good night.

John Lennon – Jealous Guy

I was dreaming of the past.
And my heart was beating fast,
I began to lose control,
I began to lose control,

I didn’t mean to hurt you,
I’m sorry that I mad you cry,
I didn’t want to hurt you,
I’m just a jealous guy,

I was feeling insecure,
You night not love me any more,

I was shivering inside,
I was shivering inside,

I was trying to catch your eyes,
Thought that you were trying to hide,
I was swallowing my pain,
I was swallowing my pain.

Rupert lives in a posh studio apartment.  It smells like Kimchee and Old Spice, the Old Spice was my touch.  He appreciated it.  Even though he’s Korean he’s one of the few who knows Kimchee is icky.

He’s not like his American, Mexican or Japanese cousins – his serial number is a mystery.

Rupert and I love to hang out and sing songs, in this picture I was teaching him the solo to “Let it Be” – we laughed a lot when we realized I only remembered the first half off the top of my head.