A pause

There are always several moments when I have taken a pause for some sort of half assed self assessment, though usually it comes at the end of a streak of days where I have crawled into a bottle. Here it seems a weird counter balance to that, though that self destructive nature still simmers within. Finally, a breath of fresh air has blown into the stale dungeon air that is Gainesville. Like Edmond Dantes, I too have lingered far too long in a prison I never deserved to be placed (was he also @ his chateau d'if for 27 years?) Hopefully, if all ends as I have been led to believe, I will have interviews in Memphis and suburban DC before the month of may creeps in. Thankfully, both are a great deal away from the people that label themselves my family and closer to more of those whom I label friends. (Sorry Adi will still try to make the occaisonal trip to the Pcola) The trepidation I feel is that this seems too good to be real, as I have to deal with absurdity for far too long (though the good news is I now appear to be an expert on the subject). Further on illusions and reality, for the keen observer, other interests have been brewing in my life, for the keenest it should be obvious who it is. Yes, I will be moving closer to said individual in both instances, but as usual my mind refuses to latch on to reality which contains and happiness for me in this realm. I am often left questioning what is real and what is illusory, for the mind can alter reality on a whim and percieve things that are not there to be concrete facts.

Sic Semper Tyrannosaurus

Dave

Location : 3088 Havengate Dr, Green Cove Springs, FL 32043,

Ted turner is a cybernetic being

The doors are opening.....

The doors are open....

For those of you that are unfamiliar, this is the psychlogic drubbing that one takes when using the tram between concourses at Hartsfield International Airport in Atlanta. This is where my second layover happens to be. The dismally grey, chisled faces I encountered in Charlotte seemed to have waned a bit, but there is a fog of melancholy which suggests the angst of the weary traveler. I ran into a slight quandry, as soon as I saw there was a flight to Paris that left around the same time as my flight. There was a good five minutes where i considered the ramifications of this deviation in plans, only finally being waylaid because i had left my passport in Florida. Oh, what could have been. There was a wendy's in my concourse which offered subsistence which i found palatable. Near there was a Sam Adams bar. Again I was tempted. Alas i diverted my escapist and self-destructive natures for the time being. After going all of my life without paying attention to fashion, i have realized i dress better than 90% of the people here simply by not wearing what I slept in. And old women wearing trashy clothing. Disturbing. Well in three some hours I shall be in the wasteland known as new jersey. Toxic avenger pictures to follow

Location : College Park, GA,

Where is Brian Eno?

Airports are full of angry people.

I look around and there are numerous faces contorted in anguish from the pain inflicted upon them by some invisible chariot rider with his cat o nine tails. And this is not limited to the forlorn government workers who must endure the odor of my shoes. The only smiles seem to found upon the faces of children who must embrace this odyssey with naïvité only youth can offer. Though it is the morning, and who the hell likes mornings anyways?

Another thought struck me mid flight when I saw that coffee was served on the flight. Quality issues aside, this perturbed me. The main component of this worry was that there were no lids on this coffee. Aside from numerous worries we stow away when boarding the plane, the thought of scalding hot liquid being dumped on my person had yet to occur to me. And frankly i didnt like it. Though from a legal standpoint, I see how I could benefit greatly financially from such and encounter if I were to live.

Another note: charlotte is a clusterfuck.

There is no dynamic spaces through which a fluid crowd can easily traverse. This creates numerous people traffic jams where people move at the speeed of molasses at absolute zero. To add to a previous point, with the lackadaisical manner in which people conduct themselves, one would expect them to be happier.

Plugging in the ipod for the rest of the layover

Location : Airport Parking Dr, Charlotte, NC 28208,

C & C 3

It all begins with a single event. Despite the high probability that this "initial" event is equal to or greater in  complexity than the current subject event in question, there is always a starting point. Not everyone knows exactly what caused the big bang, or have any clue as to what the universe looked like before it, but it happened, and many a great thing has come to pass because of it. If yuri was as good at math or astronomy as would necessitate the thourough understanding, computation, and solving of his own current predicament through a proper analysis of chaos theory, as it currently applied, he wouldnt have found himself in the infantry division of the russian army. Still, it is a good way to try and see how real people and things acted in a complex environment with multiple variables, such as the intelligence world. Unfortunately, pinpointing the initial event posed many a difficulty, as only the end result was known. Working backwards, unknown to the possible number of variables in the equations, made this a task harder than most, and certainly one that required complete concetration on the work at hand.

Sic semper tyrannosaurus

Dave

Location : 4244 NW 76 Terrace, Gainesville, FL 32606,

C & C 2

There is always an order to things, even if the nature seems hidden at first. Some attribute this to a supreme being, yuri leaned more towards the prevalence of efficiency in all thins, think of okham's razor trimming away the fat from an obese world. There was always a logic, the more pertinent questions being whether said logic was flawed or even birthed from a sane mind. No matter how stupid, absurd, or unbelievable, to someone, somewhere, all was going according to plan.

The russian's immediate plan was to let adrenaline seep from his body as if the waters of the jacuzzi were leeches siphoning the poison lurking inside, restoring the humors. Stress and anxiety, two very common reactions to life threatening situations, tended to meddle with a coherent thought process.

Location : 4244 NW 76 Terrace, Gainesville, FL 32606,

Cybernetic Mouse

Car bombs and chaos theory.

Growing up in the soviet bloc during the 1980s wasnt exactly the same as Ferris Bueller's Day Off. Government subsidized housing was not the plague of the poor, but the birthmark of generations birthed by the same maniacal doctor. If one was bright enough and brown nosed the right people during the obligatory period of military service, it was conceivable that a russian youth could graduate into a cushy government job, and maybe retire with some decency. Jack Millnan thought he would be dead by thirty. All prospects of an affluent life were covered by the shit smog of factories and car exhaust. A lifetime of dodging explosions and pointing loaded guns at the right people had bought him a mediocre government pension and a bad right knee. Yet the contacts he made had afforded him a current lifestyle beyond perceptible means.

The suite was made for presidents, movie stars, and crass CEOs, yet now it was inhabited by a broken down spy and another who found himself careening in his footsteps. Millnan immediately went to the back door and stepped onto the patio. It was a moonless summer night, and a hint of cherry blossoms ran through the air. The elder intelligence man grabbed a pair of board shorts and tossed them to Yuri. "You smell like a freaking yak who jumped into a pool of rotten eggs and then rolled in the world's biggest pile of garlic. Wash up and then hit up the hot tub. Best thing after a fire fight."

It was true, the hideous stench that permeated the russians skin would probably taint the hotel room for a year. And so he shambled towards the shower, shirking his clothes in a sorrowful trail of stink. The creak of the faucets led to the angelic chorus of cascading water on the tile. He wandered in and sat down, lacking the strength to stand, letting the universal solvent pelt his tired skin. No matter how many missions forces one to suspend hygiene for weeks, maybe months, the body always feels the need to be refreshed and cleaned. Once he felt several degrees of humanity and its corresponding society seep back into his pores, yuri exited the shower, and headed to the hot tub. The scalding water singed off any remaining putrescense. The clink of a glass next to him stirred him from his semi-conscious state. A half-pint of guinness. And a shot glass of some amalgamation of irish cream and whiskey.

"That'll kickstart your mind," grinned Jack.

He dropped the shot into the glass and chugged the velvety concotion. His current predicament seemed like something cooked out of an absurd reality, where things are random, yet can be predicted.

Sic semper tyrannosaurus

Dave

Location : 4244 NW 76 Terrace, Gainesville, FL 32606,