G's blog: "random stuff"

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today was nothing short of amazing. I did an environmental assessment of an agricultural operation, an organic cheese farm... I ate so much of the best cheese I've ever had. apple wood smoked gouda, couronne, chester, summer cheddar, tons of delicious cheese! Plus, the farmer gave me a ton to take home (so of course I had to stop and get a bottle of cabernet-shiraz on the way back to the office...) So yea, that pretty much took most of the day. So I just got home a little while ago, am eating this delectable cheese, drinking a glass of wine, watching pineapple express, and making an attempt at the cross-joint (although i wont have anyone to light the 2 other ends...) so much on my mind that i can't recline blastin holes in the night til she bled sunshine breathe in inhale vapors from bright stars that shine breathe out weed smoke retrace the skyline now don't the bass ride out like an ancient matin call i can't take it yall, i can feel the city breathin chest heavin against the flesh of the evenin sigh before I die I'm on the last train leavin. I miss the city. but cheese helps

No for real though, I am from a large city, and I recently moved to a very, very, excrutiatingly small town a few months ago. I did this because this is where I got a job, and I graduated last May with an Environmental Science degree. With the recent economic bs, budgets that fund things that I do shrink pretty quickly. But, I am only like 40 minutes from where I went to college, so I can get there and go out when I want. Other than that, It's drive a few hours to go home to see people, and there's a couple people around here that I've met. But, other than THAT, nobody. I live in a small town on a large lake, pretty much all summer homes. So, the few people i did meet here who were actually sociable and cool left in the Fall. So, it gets pretty lonely here, and that is my justification for why i write (or at least have written so far) lengthy pointless blogs about nothing significant. The upside, I work doing what I love. I live in the middle of the largest contiguous national park, on one of the largest lakes in the state. I love to ski and snowboard, snowshoe, hike, climb, kayak, lots of outdoors stuff, so I am enjoying myself. But at the same time, after going through a winter that started in early October, and had a solid 5 or 6 weeks of the temp never getting above -10, cabin fever's started to get bad. Yesterday I ice-skated on the lake, I could see for miles into Vermont and Canada. I saw 2 deer along the shoreline. And I did not see a single person the entire day... crazy. I don't plan on leaving anytime soon though, I love my job, I love the area, and it's starting to even get out of the freezing temperatures! After living in Hawai'i, Im amazed i can put up with this shit. I constantly dream of getting back... nothing beats surfing 15 ft. waves on sand beaches. Anyway, I'm extremely proud of my playlist on my profile, I'd give it a good look if you've read this far. Give me a comment let me know what you think. G

Jean de Baptiste Lamarck formulated a hypthosesis that greatly influenced Darwin's theory of evolution, a theory that is widely accepted among today's biological community, including myself. Lamarck's theory includes the idea that forces which cause the evolution of a species include when an organism does not use an organ, the organ will shrivel and offspring will likely be affected by this. Basically speaking, that the experience a parent has can affect it's offsprings genetic makeup. It also included bone shaping from stress and disfigurement that comes with age; durability. Recent scientific experiments, that have been reproduced by different groups, and are now accepted as having significant results, shows that a certain type of flea clearly and abruptly displays this type of genetic inheritance. The flea, when living it's life in a controlled environment with no predators existing, is born with a round, smoothe shaped head. When it reproduces it's offspring develop the same as it's parents, showing the same shaped head. But, when the flea exists with predators present, the offspring show extremely obvious mutations to the structure of their head. When cohabitated with the predators, certain fleas live without ever contacting a predator before they reproduce and lay eggs. These 'inexperienced' unborn fleas grow and develop with the same head structure as it's parents, round and smoothe. When a flea in this environment has an encounter where it experiences an attack from a predator, but survives, and then later reproduces, it's offspring then exhibit an evident change in the structure of their head. The head of the 'experienced' offspring have a very large, sharp spike, similar to a unicorn horn. The spike is thought to have a useful defense function for the flea. Lamarck, being a respected and innovative scientist contributing to relatively new field, was a major influence on Darwin's formulation of his evolutionary theory. In Darwin's theory, the only thing that can cause a species to change is from genetic mutation. This is a very slow process, and leaves a lot to statistics. Although it is definitely a major force in the evolution of a species, probably the greatest force in the overall development of such a wide range of biodivirsity, all having come from a single life form, it does not explain or include instances such as the flea. Lamarck and Darwin agree that this is what explains the amazing diversity in life forms here on earth, as do most people who consider the idea with a logical scientific approach. This new evidence, which not only strongly supports Lamarck's theory, shows that relatively abrupt, drastic, and most importantly - functional, mutations occur and influence the evolution of different species. I think that functional is the most important aspect of this evidence for various reasons. I think this mutation is caused from a trait inherited down and exists in all the fleas, and that when a flea is attacked, a chemical reaction occurs that causes the flea to pass down a trait that would otherwise be dormant, had it's parents not experienced an encounter with a predator. I say this being relatively inexperienced in genetics, but i recognize it's significance. It means that a parent's experiences in life can, if nothing more, influence which traits that we inherit from them be dormant and which be active. Basically, to anyone who says nature over nurture, another blow to the dome. And another reason why I am a product of my environment.

When zombies attack you better have a plan. I just hope Ill be able to get to a samurai sword in time, because when you really think about it theyre pretty ideal. Lightweight, and designed through thousands of years of steel engineering to decapitate human heads. I guess some guy did this test where he made fake human necks in order to demonstrate how easy they could be cut through with a katana, and the dude like barely moved his wrist to get the job done. I find that very disturbing to know that somebody went through the trouble of designing a fake human neck..... Plus swords dont run out of bullets. But, just in case i get in some real trouble, a sawed off shotgun slung around my shoulder like kyle in The Terminator, and a fanny pack full of shells. Of course the fanny pack would need to be tricolor, of the flourescent sort. Now everybody knows that a key resource for surviving any zombie attack is some rope, but i think i would skip the rope since im already carrying a sword and a shotgun, i need to rely on my speed and agility and im afraid a rope will slow me down too much, not to mention that if i have a loose end some crazed flesh craving thing from the dead could snag me like a fish. So once ive attained this inventory, given that i havent already been bitten or mistakenly killed by one of my brethren, the obvious question becomes where do we go? well the best idea would be to go to your friends house who just happens to fly helicopters and has one gassed up waiting for takeoff, wherein you would fine the nearest military outpost and let them protect your ass until all the zombies are dead, or until they take over the outpost, in which case the world is probably fucked. but since that answer is obviously a copout because nobody has a helicopter friend (or a lightsaber) i would probably head to the nearest store with canned goods to stock up. Now here's where the key decision making is made. The question : Do you find a place to bunker up where the zombies can be easily held off, or do you find some mode of transportation that will allow you to escape the local attack. First you need to determine if this 'local attack' is just local. If i assumed that it is, then i would definitely just find a nice bunker, im thinking the top floor of a dormitory highrise, with the stairwells guarded and elevators held at the top floor. Its pretty easy to kill zombies walking up stairs. In this case the next determination that must be made is if there is enough provisions to wait out the attack. This would depend on the size of the area youre in (and by the way, this is assuming your not in a major metropolitan area, in which case you need to get the fuck out of the city). And here is where the largest drawback of bunkering down comes into play, because if you run out of food, someones gotta go get it, and if they dont come back, your basically fucked because no one else is going to want to try, and in my mind cannibals are pretty much the same as zombies. So if its been determined that this attack is not just localized, its in multiple areas i would say the best idea is to find a SUV of some sort with 4WD. Theres really not much to this plan other than drive around and stay away from zombies, but some real problems can occur. For instance, you may find yourself in an area where zombie density keeps increasing until you find your totally surrounded and stuck in the 'mud'. Or, you may find yourself going from gas station to gas station only to realize that other people thought of your plan too, and theres a line at the station all the while the patiently waiting customers are being devoured by the living dead. Either choice you make, I'll bet somewhere along the line you will wish you had a lightsaber or a helicopter friend

i accidentally titled my blog what i meant just this subject to be, guess that's my blog's name now. no cannonballs My father told my sister and I what he wishes for his death arrangements. He wants to be "burned" and then his ashes sprinkled along the north side of snake hill bay on saratoga lake, where we live. After the the sprinkling is done (which must be done from our pontoon boat, all the participants in swimwear with beers in hand) we all have to do cannonballs into the ashy water. My sister agreed with this idea, and decided her fate should be the same. Except she doesnt want the cannonballs... however when she told me this i was a little confused, because i wasnt sure if the one difference between her plan and my dads was the cannonballs or the being cremated. This confusion immediately led to imagery of high tight cannonballs onto dead bodies floating in the water, which i found fucking histerical. All this morbid conversation at the breakfast table started with the general consent of the stupidity of coffins and the rediculous idea of preserving your body after death. After burying dead people for almost 3 years, ive had a lot of time to think about this. I think ideally, i want a viking funeral, where i would be laid on a wooden raft, set out on the ocean ( i cant decide pacific or atlantic, i guess i dont really care) and then shot with a flaming arrow at sunset. I guess i just like the idea of me going out in flames into the sunset on the ocean, so yea definitely pacific. But, this probably wont happen, because if i decide this to be my fate then my true dream will not be possible. My true dream is to be "burned" and then have my ashes smuggled into a high-class bakery. I would want to somehow be put into a mix that would result in thousands of people eating my ashes and not knowing it at all. I guess im pretty fucking crazy. But still, this seems way less crazy then pumping my body full of chemicals, put in a wooden box that gets put into another box (cement or steel depending on how much money you got) and then buried to be 'undisturbed' when in actuality as soon as the mofo whos getting buried next to me goes in the dirt my boxes of sanctity will most likely be destroyed anyway. You might think im contradicting myself, bashing the idea of self preservation and then saying i want people to eat my ashes. I guess in a way i am. But for sure i want to donate all my useful parts. I hope in the future they can do penis transplants, that way when i die some lucky lad could put this beautiful masterpiece to good work instead of letting it incinerate with the rest of me. And my eyes, i want someone to need an eye transplant right when i die so as soon as im dead they can pop them out and pop them in while theyre still warm. Whatever i finally decide on, im pretty sure i dont want people doing cannonballs on me.