Il se découvre. ..bringing révélation. ..and la ruine imminente

The past few days have brought on revelation and the urgent need for change...and what better time. 2007 was marked with almost as much turmoil as 2005, a very bad year...and it's high time we jump to the 2008th level and start anew.

2007 saw the departure of friends and the return of loved ones, many more travels than in years before including trips to Missouri for my little sister Samantha's wedding and Florida to see my Grandmother Donna and my Aunt Cheryl.

Since the last holiday season, many cloaked enemies began worming their way into the minds of many, causing disruption and chaos with no real sign that anyone will wise up and see them for the brain-drain they are...and "oh well", because after all...karma works on it's own schedule, and paybacks are no longer my area.

I wish I could end this year saying I've found my way, that I've decided to go back to school and get my associates in art with an emphasis on journalism, I wish I was any closer to knowing when and if Orin Clay will get here, I wish I could say that I'm a more well-rounded man having reached 35, but the truth is...I've changed...a lot...and those closest to me have seen it...not because it's benefited them, but because they love me, they want what's best for me, and they see that the life-changes I've gone through haven't made me grow up yet, but they have started the process...and I'm starting to look forward actually living life.

See you in '08...
It comes to light...bringing revelation...and the impending doom
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S'il vous plaît enlever le couteau de mon dos

If you've ever wanted to find out how many faces someone is capable of having, or whether or not they have the capacity to do things behind your back and think you won't find out, or if you've ever wanted to know just how vain they have the ability to REALLY be...find them on myspace, add them and do a little research.

See how many comments they leave your girlfriend and all the sudden how few you get. See how many of your friends begin leaving comments with pictures of them and your friends and your "girlfriend" and how those get left on countless pages throughout the digital dumping ground for lost integrity and vague references to a lack of solidarity and friendship.

Witness first hand the little myspace cliques that form and how if you have your own opinion or personality you're often if not always left out of any and all equations, gatherings and e-vites. See if people don't display their true colors without the slightest clue of how "colorless" they've proven themselves to truly be.

"God defend me from my friends; from my enemies I can defend myself."

- Proverb
Please remove the knife from my back
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The Gulf Coast (or...the quick explanation as to where I've been, part II)

As promised...here are some more pictures from my trip to Pensacola. There is one of my grandmother and me, one of my grandmother looking for shells, one of my Aunt Cheryl and Kali the pup and one of my aunt's BEAUTIFUL back yard. More pictures are being sent by Aunt Cheryl and my little brother Eric including Christmas, the Naval/Air Museum another beach trip and more. Hope everyone had a great Christmas.

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The Gulf Coast (or...the quick explanation as to where I've been, part I)

Johnson Beach, Pensacola, FL. 12.21.07 Photo by Donna Amyx

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12.14.07 vs. The Fox and Hound v.3 (BW Remix)

12.14.07 vs. The Fox and Hound v.2

12.14.07 vs. The Fox and Hound

Thank you very much to everyone who came out and helped me celebrate my 35th. Thanks to The Fox and Hound for putting up with our shit and thank you Laura Marie for the pictures! See you next year!

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How to be a Condescending Jerk-Off 101

In response to my blog (opinion) about Irish "Americans", a nice anonymous (proper) Irish "person" saw fit to miss the point of the blog completely, comment about the "American-Irish" and all that he or she would know about them (us) and share his or her VAST knowledge of how to use "ALL CAPS" and be condescending...anonymously.

odonnetj@tcd.ie said...

Er.... 'Paddy' is not derogatory. I'm Irish (proper Irish - I live there and was born there - I'm not an American). Paddy is only derogatory when being used as a generic term to describe all Irish people, in the same way that 'Mick' is. But it is a legitimate and very common shortening of the name Padraig (the Irish form of 'Patrick'), and everyone IN IRELAND calls it Paddy's Day.

And Matthew Kim Amyx III responded...

Er...I stand corrected Mr. or Mrs. "Holier than Thou"...I guess I'm not "proper" Irish and my family and our opinions don't count. In the meantime, you can keep your "er" and your fucking "ALL CAPS" bullshit to your fucking self and try getting a point across in a NON-CONDESCENDING way next time. Asshole!

Er...feel free to FUCK off...

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Voir Mars Maintenant : La Planète rouge Brille Brillant (or...Women are from Venus, Matt is from Mars)

Mars will be closer to Earth this month than any time until the year 2016.

The red planet is now the brightest "star" in the evening sky and is already above the horizon as evening twilight fades away. But give it at least two more hours – until about 8 p.m. – for it to climb above the poor atmospheric seeing that's near the horizon. By then, this brilliant yellow-orange world will be at an altitude of around 30 degrees as seen from mid-northern latitudes.

Mars is retrograding (moving westward) through the stars of Gemini and will cross over into Taurus on Dec. 30. It will come closest to the Earth on the night of Dec. 18 (around 6:46 p.m. EST). The planet is then 54,783,381 miles (88,165,305 kilometers) from Earth. It is at opposition – exactly opposite from the sun, with Earth in the middle – six days later, on Christmas Eve, Dec. 24.

During January, Mars departs Earth's vicinity as rapidly as it arrived. It will increase its distance from 56.7 to 72.3 million miles (91.2 to 116.3 million kilometers) and in the process will fade almost a full magnitude, from -1.5 to -0.6. But at the same time, Mars will be very well placed for convenient viewing.

Photo: Mars Disarmed by Venus and the Three Graces. Jacques-Louis David 1822-24. Brussels
See Mars Now: Red Planet Shines Bright
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SKoreans les chats absolument semblables qui luisent dans l'obscurité

South Korean scientists have cloned cats by manipulating a fluorescent protein gene, a procedure which could help develop treatments for human genetic diseases, officials said Wednesday.

In a side-effect, the cloned cats glow in the dark when exposed to ultraviolet beams.

A team of scientists led by Kong Il-keun, a cloning expert at Gyeongsang National University, produced three cats possessing altered fluorescence protein (RFP) genes, the Ministry of Science and Technology said.

"It marked the first time in the world that cats with RFP genes have been cloned," the ministry said in a statement.
SKoreans clone cats that glow in the dark
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Meilleur de Chance

Best of luck on your exam Angie, and don't sweat it, it's only the urinary system, electrolytes balance, reproductive system, pregnancy, and genetics.
Best of Luck
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La Dernière Image de Vous

She looks at me, night after night, wondering if I'm doing well.
Seeing me for who I am, worrying that I might need her...

She's as close as she can be to me, her smile never-ending...her eyes looking into me, letting me know...I'll be alright.
The Last Picture of You
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Mon dieu, il blesse

In my 35 years, I have been very lucky. No surgeries, no broken bones, no hospital stays...

So a few months ago, I start having this pain in my back between my shoulder blades and to the left (my left) and it's gotten worse, much worse and it's effecting everything in my life.

This pain has caused me to push people away, I've fought with people I've never fought with before, I want to cancel every plan I have and not make any more.

My mood is always bad, not just cranky but REALLY bad, my thoughts are not what they should be, not what a normal, healthy person should be thinking and feeling. Everything feels like hell, like betrayal, like pain.

I can't type which is something that I lived for...the written word. Somehow, the way out of this escapes me and I feel lost and even worse, alone.

I am going downhill. I'm depressed, defensive, upset, angry. I can't sleep, the pain wakes me up many times a night, a few times an hour EVERY night. I want to numb myself, I can't eat. It's so bad sometimes that it effects my sight even. I can't deal with this.

Honestly, what the hell is wrong with me?

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Si Vous Pourriez Lire Mon Esprit

If you could read my mind love
What a tale my thoughts could tell
Just like an old time movie
'Bout a ghost from a wishin' well
In a castle dark or a fortress strong
With chains upon my feet
You know that ghost is me
And I will never be set free
As long as I'm a ghost that you can't see

If I could read your mind love
What a tale your thoughts could tell
Just like a paperback novel
The kind that drugstores sell
When you reach the part where the heartaches come
The hero would be me
But heroes often fail
And you won't read that book again
Because the ending's just too hard to take

I'd walk away like a movie star
Who gets burned in a three way script
Enter number two
A movie queen to play the scene
Of bringing all the good things out in me
But for now love, let's be real
I never thought I could act this way
And I've got to say that I just don't get it
I don't know where we went wrong
But the feelin's gone
And I just can't get it back

Stories always end,
And if you read between the lines,
You'd know that I'm just tryin' to understand
The feelin's that you lack.
I never thought I could feel this way
And I've got to say that I just don't get it.
I don't know where we went wrong,
But the feelin's gone
And I just can't get it back!

(GL)

I Love Lamp

There are two kinds of people on this planet. People who love Anchorman: The Legend of Ron Burgundy, and complete morons. The only thing I didn't like about this movie is that a) it wasn't long enough, and b) that they haven't remedied that by making another one...although the later is probably a bad idea because if they started getting fucking gay assholes like Tom Cruise or dumb fuck, incoherent rap idiots to make cameos and re-hash tag-lines and gags from the original...well then it would just ruin the fuck out of the whole deal for me and even taint the brilliance of The Legend of Ron Burgundy...so never mind. If you've not seen Anchorman, you're not off the hook. You fall into the "complete moron" category and to be real honest, you're only hope is seeing it, or dying and hoping they show it on the flight to hell as to remind you why you're going there. Dumbass. Oh, and in case you're wondering if I've named my penis, the answer's yes. It's called "the Octagon"

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Durer au revoir

This is our last goodbye
I hate to feel the love between us die
but it's over
just hear this and then I'll go
you gave me more to live for
more than you'll ever know

This is our last embrace
must I dream and always see your face
why can't we overcome this wall
well, maybe it's just because I didn't know you at all

Kiss me, please kiss me
but kiss me out of desire, babe, and not consolation
you know it makes me so angry 'cause I know that in time
I'll only make you cry,
this is our last goodbye

Did you say "no, this can't happen to me,"
and did you rush to the phone to call
was there a voice unkind in the back of your mind
saying maybe you didn't know him at all
you didn't know

Well, the bells out in the church tower chime
burning clues into this heart of mine
thinking so hard on her soft eyes and the memories
offer signs that it's over... it's over

(JB)

On May 29, 1997, as the band's plane touched down on the runway to join him in his Memphis studio, Buckley went swimming in Wolf River Harbor, a tributary of the Mississippi River. A roadie of Buckley's band remained ashore. After moving the radio and a guitar out of reach of the wake from a passing tugboat, the roadie looked up to see that Buckley was gone.

Despite a determined rescue effort that night, Buckley remained missing, and the search was called off the following day due to heavy rain. It is likely Buckley was sucked under the water by a strong under-current and fell into unconsciousness due to the sudden force pulling him under. Three days later, his body was spotted by a tourist on a riverboat marina and was brought ashore.

The night before his death, Buckley excitedly told his girlfriend that he believed he had found the cause of his dramatic moods, namely bipolar disorder. The autopsy confirmed that Buckley had taken no illegal drugs before his swim, and a drug overdose was ruled out as the cause of death. He was thirty years old.

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Au dessous de zéro

I have a friend up north in Minnesota who told me today that it's 12 degrees there and they've already had 2' of snow. THANK GOD for Texas and it's 71 degrees in December!

(Top Photo: Brandon Riza
Bottom Visual Evidence: Angela Meredith Brown - in her socks 12.04.07)

Dormir la privation

A 1996 study by the University of Chicago Medical Center showed that sleep deprivation severely affects the human body's ability to metabolize glucose, which can lead to early-stage Type 2 Diabetes.

Sleep deprivation can adversely affect brain function. A 2000 study, by the UCSD School of Medicine and the Veterans Affairs Health-care System in San Diego, used functional magnetic resonance imaging technology to monitor activity in the brains of sleep-deprived subjects performing simple verbal learning tasks. The study showed that regions of the brain's pre-frontal cortex displayed more activity in sleepier subjects. Depending on the task at hand, the brain would sometimes attempt to compensate for the adverse effects caused by lack of sleep. The temporal lobe, which is a brain region involved in language processing, was activated during verbal learning in rested subjects but not in sleep deprived subjects. The parietal lobe, not activated in rested subjects during the verbal exercise, was more active when the subjects were deprived of sleep. Although memory performance was less efficient with sleep deprivation, greater activity in the parietal region was associated with better memory.

According to a 2000 study published in the British Scientific Journal, researchers in Australia and New Zealand reported that sleep deprivation can have some of the same hazardous effects as being drunk. People who drove after being awake for 17–19 hours performed worse than those with a blood alcohol level of .05 percent, which is the legal limit for drunk driving in most western European countries (the U.S. and UK set their blood alcohol limits at .08 percent). In addition, as a result of continuous muscular activity without proper rest time, effects such as cramping are much more frequent in sleep-deprived individuals. Extreme cases of sleep deprivation have been reported to be associated with hernias, muscle fascia tears, and other such problems commonly associated with physical overexertion. Beyond impaired motor skills, people who get too little sleep may have higher levels of stress, anxiety and depression, and may take unnecessary risks. According to the National Highway Traffic Safety Administration, over 100,000 traffic accidents each year are caused by fatigue and drowsiness.

A 2001 Study at Chicago Medical Institute suggested that sleep deprivation may be linked to more serious diseases, such as heart disease, mental illnesses, such as psychosis, bipolar and even death.

Animal studies suggest that sleep deprivation increases stress hormones, which may reduce new cell production in adult brains.

Wanna keep working overnights? Wanna keep jeopardizing your health and the safety of those who maybe count on you for transport? Is it worth it? Yeah, you probably know better then a bunch of Dr.'s and Scientist's with degrees and stuff, huh?

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Seul

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.

(Poem: Edgar Allan Poe - Photo: Angela Meredith Brown)