IWSG for July

I'm here this week! I've started to obsess over my many different projects. Some of them are personal, like gathering the pieces to build my supercomputer. A few of them are job related. I'm obsessing about a talk I get to give on fungus. And I'm thinking of the BIG stuff I want to do for the blog.
I've got to write that blogger award post soon. That will probably get started tomorrow and go up on the weekend. I've been working towards a month long blog project in September where I read, write about, and try to understand the works of Einstein. I got to start screening the stuff I want to read for that.
 My ISWG isn't any form of tips or this-is-what-I-do stories. It's more of question. There are people doing this for a while now, and I have to ask, how do you advertise your self and your projects. There are always the ideas that come to mind instantly; post on the social network sites, guest posts, xeroxed posters around town. But really, trying to independently publish your stuff comes with the hurtle of how to actually tell the world you exist. Any one have any good thoughts or comments?
It's the blog's birthday, pretty much. I don't write this stuff down. I've been doing this blog thing for a year now though. It's fun, and I'm glad I found this community in the IWSG and A to Z groups. A group of people that read others blogs and offer support? Who'da thought? Really, though, I've outlined my plans, sort of, for the next few months. I'm trying to work on stuff to post while the world around me gets busy. I guess I just have to focus on the quality if the quantity is getting harder to maintain. You people are beautiful. Shine on.

Cups of liquid adrenaline

Have you ever felt that the bland, drab, and boring try to push their lifestyle on you?
The uninteresting, safe guys who never tried to take a chance. Those guys who pat themselves on the back because they "just know" that eventually everyone around them will slow down to their pace and that they, the beige and neutral background players, will be rewarded for life of staying at home and making the "smart, safe decisions." And, like the borg, they want to assimilate you into their lifestyle.
You can start to fight the current of the river of blandness by reading the work of Dylan Thomas and Hunter S. Thompson. As you fight the dying of the light, think about what a day with fun entails. Don't think about the army of drones and zombies that shuffle in and out of your life. Think about adventure around the next corner. Is all the money in the world worth twilight years spent contemplating a life spent in idle waste? Life is best experienced through all of its peaks and valleys.
Live a life of poet, and feel every extreme emotion pulse through your body. Fall in love with every girl you meet, and lament on how short our time on earth is. Feel fear fill your body as you face ever terror that lurks behind each corner. Enjoy the feeling of safety as you walk out of the situation untouched. Enjoy depression, and remember that no matter how alone you feel, the world is filled with people who share that loneliness.
During your journey, walk down the dark paths with no maps. I guarantee your stories will be interesting, and your character will be better. And at the end of it all, if there is someone on the other side, you can look the creator in the eye and say "That is one hell of a ride you built."

What, What! It's WEDNESDAY!

It's Wednesday, and I'm insecure. It's those little things that make me, me.I think i's a time for a change though when it comes to advice Let me ask you something; when was the last time you typed your stories naked and uploaded the videos to youtube? Being naked is quiet liberating, you know. As you walk down the streets letting the breeze brush your skin, you'll find your insecurities float away in the wind.
When was the last time you sent your short stories into playboy? Sure, that's the bug time, but your words will grace the same pages as Shel Silverstein and Ray Bradbury once did.
If your still insecuring, try making out with a stranger on main street in the daylight. Show the world you don't care and you won't play by their rules!
Maybe your writers block or insecurities come from the fact that you haven't lived the life of a suffering writer. When I'm faced with this problem, I look to my idols, Oscar Wilde, Vincent Van Gogh, and the Buddhist monks from the 1960's.  Following their example, I proceed to cut off my year, contract syphilis, and light myself on fire. Honestly, I don't know how others spend their Saturdays.

Surreal Shapes in the Sunday Shade.

Hey there blog land. How's your Sunday? Can you believe it's June? We're almost halfway through the year. In another month, I'll have done this for a year. It's been a while since I've just written some quiet and low key. No talk of romance and math. No talk of dogs. Just a chance to put fingers on keys and type.
What would you do for a Klondike bar, and is there a wrong way to eat one? Ever had a perfect line you wanted to use for something, but found it was the equivalent of a dead end? Long cat sure is long.
There is no feeling like the one you get when you wake up in a strange place. The trees stretch miles high and the people are strange. The field you wake up in stretches miles in front of you in sea of blue. There's someone next to you, but you can't think with the fog in your brain. I feel 15 again as I try to make her clothes come off with the power of mind. Hell, I could go with a nipple slip.
The world and it's perspective changes. Sometimes I see him, or you, or sometimes he and you are me. We stand and we walk, because something is controlling our legs. As we move forward in the world, the grass grows up around us and wraps around the trees. It crisses and crosses and merge into beautiful patterns. But they quickly fade from your mind as we journey forward. You look to your right and ask the girl walking next to you where you're going.
Мы идем к месту, где улицы не имеют названия. She says.
What?
Мы вечные. Мы бессмертны.
We nod our head at the gibberish.  I turn as you, he and she keep walking. I stop for a drink at the bar. A man with a familiar face stands there.
당신은 무엇을 하시겠습니까? He asks.
Два пива.
He spins. There's a shoe in his hand. You thank him and walk out the door.
Outside, on the sidewalk, we wrap ourselves in our jacket as the wind goes past our skin. The streets are empty, and the city makes no sound. A police officer walks up to you and pushes you over. We fall, and protest. The cop kicks me. A sharp pain builds in our body as we feel the force. Hours go by. You see feet going by your face and wonder why no one stops him. And then it stops. You stand up, but the field is empty. It stretches in all sides like a blue ocean. A girl lays sleeping on the ground, and you wonder if maybe the world is different in a different direction.

Get healthy or DIE!

Hey! It's that time again! The sun is out for long periods of time and, if you don't live in Vermont, all the snow is gone finally. Any attempts to stay inside is met with accusations of being "anti-social" or "a vampire". But months of staying inside having taken their toll, so chances are good that you do not look good in a bathing suit.

It's time to get healthy. The summer is the perfect time to do it too. No more using the cold as an excuse to not go outside and run, walk, or bike ride. The outdoors is calling your name. The farmers markets have open up and you can go ride out to get healthy food from local people. Did you know by supporting your local business you increase pride in the community? If you increase pride, then you increase your chances of turning your local football team into the Wolverines when the communist invade. Buy local and don't the damn dirty reds win when they invade.
Back to healthy eating and healthy living. Really, there's a lot to be said about it, and not all of it I'm behind. I like living, but living forever seems over rated. But as writers, being healthy will help with creativity which is

helpful.
Add exercise to your daily routine. When you pick something up, squat down and pick it up like it's fifty pounds. If you walk there, then do it. I'm a mathematician and biologist. I'm really the last person you should come to for advice. I'm setting my own goals to get in shape. I want to bike to work every day, shop at the farmer markets, and eat better. And if all that fails, I'll try Lucky cigarettes.

The world of 42 on the 24th.

Finally, a platform that I can introduce my logic to the world!
It has been said that 42 is the answer to life, the universe and everything. Of course, people who read the book know that humor and plot came from the fact the question is not known. It's similar to the question "Why is a raven like a writing desk?". They are both silly, and they both lack something important to make them a real question and a real answer. 42 has no question, and "Why is a raven like a writing desk?" has no answer.
This answer does not fit in with what the poets and song writers have told me what the answer is though: Love. Love is many things, according to the great romantics of history. It's all I need, it's a battlefield, and it's sweeter than honey. Most importantly, it's answer that has no question. So, can the ultimate answer be both love and 42? If love is 42, then yes. 42 can represent love, and love can be the value of 42.
With the substitution property, we can place 42 as the answer to all sorts of questions. "Why do we do crazy things? 42." or perhaps "42 is all you need." The second one brings me to my next point. Sometimes, people come to my door with what they call a "Book of Truths". Inside of this book, is all sorts of morals, laws and stories on the history of the world. To them, God is love. And some people may realize where I'm going with this, and others may hit the unfollow button at this point. Ahem. Through the use of the transitive property, A=B, B=C, therefore A=C, we can logically conclude that since God is love, love is the answer, and the answer is also 42, then God is 42. Which, according to the statement "42 is all you need", would make sense.
42 does have some importance. It is the only number universally retired in baseball. 4.20 is 4.2 on a calculator, and 420 is important number in the Modern American Stoner culture. But, like God and love, 42 is unquantifiable and cannot be analyzed. 42 falls apart when logic is applied, and therefore must be taken in faith. 42 is truth, 42 is wonder, magic and passion.
Hope you enjoy my towel day post. Go out and spread the word of 42.

Kerosine

I talk about deep and intellectual things, I guess. But you know what, Star Trek. I am ready for this movie. Most of you have problely have seen it, but I haven't and I am so ready to watch this!
I used to watch movies that were smart. Pssssssh. It sucks trying to keep up with artistry and sometimes pretentious things. I really like dumb comedy, geeky comic books and comic book movie.
So yeah, nothing amazing to read here if you read a science blog.
I'm doing this all wrong. I'm going to start blogging about parties, booze, women, and pot. It will all be very safe, maybe some pills here and there. Got to get away from this nerd persona.
Tune in next time for "The best drunkest sluts at the best party schools!"