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Date:2003-10-17 11:59
Subject:Coffee High
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Yeah... I just took a shot of 'spresso and am frantically trying to get my bio stuff done... This happens every week despite my so-called dedication to getting things done earlier... It turns out that things don't necessarily get done earlier, but get completed over a longer period of time, with more time for reflection...

I think I work well under pressure... We'll see

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Date:2003-10-16 20:49
Subject:bundles of psycho-trash
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Walking back to the Bart station, across the gorgeous greens and the giggling squirrels, it came to me... Does media seek to control what we want? Are we the ones determining what we will want? Does media just seek to display what we typically think of one thing or another? Say I want a shirt. There are a couple questions to be answered; Why do I want it? Am I falling prey to Media's propaganda? Did I always like that shirt, and had simply never encountered such a shirt before?
Media can certainly advertise the link that may exist between an article of clothing and say, for instance, a famous singer. This link may be false, but is most often potent and can infect all those innocent consumers still forming infantile projections of who they are and what they want... They don't know and are relying on big business to give em a dose of whatever's on sale at Wal-Mart. We fall prey to in unconsciously; yet we enjoy it... At least I do. Dammit.

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Date:2003-10-15 15:35
Subject:Kinda fishy...
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Woke up just in time to miss another Bio lecture... It is getting harder to weed out all the bs school throws out. There was rap music played in Sproul, more useless flyers of propaganda and political journalese. I find the only way to get upstream is to become a fish... Went swimming today-the water warm, the feeling; beyond compare.

(smiles)

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Date:2003-10-13 19:20
Subject:This is today
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School was alright today. I just can't get over all the people, the arguments, the politics surrounding the state of the world. There were businessmen and women, dogs on chains, pretty girls, tall blond boys, dirty looks and shared expressions. There was a whole lot of nothin' but not a lot of somethin'. I wished the hours would be as glass and melt slowly into graceful form; but not today, maybe tomorrow. If I were to have one hour, I would have that hour in heaven and turn the TV off...

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