_______________________________________________________________________________ ______________________________thgiEelbmaRambleEight____________________________ _______________________________________________________________________________ Hi. This is RambleWriter2 -- Well, I GUESS that's what you'd call me... But it DOES sound a little sticky, maybe a bit too tepid for my tastes, so I don't think that I'll use it again. But I just wanted you to know that I'm the second person to write such ramblings. The first was an anonymous person that wrote a blank, unpersonified file, and I took that Idea and stretched it to the limits. My previous file is "Ramble7", and here I am with Ramble8. The first one took on a little whackiness with it's insane humour and bizarre sort of kinkiness. This one will be quite different, as I'm going to give you my view of life at the moment, in text-file form. So you won't find any of my Ramble7 humour in here, but it will be replaced with a sort of serious, philosophical point of view. This paragraph and most of the file was written on Sunday, June 14, 1987, exactly ten days after school let out. But the paragraph after this was written about two weeks before school left out, and it was the original start of this file. I_played with it for a while and now you see it in it's edited, rehashed form.\_/You see, I've taken on an entirely new view toward life as of last Sunday, and this will be evident throughout the rest of my file. Keep reading on for more info. . . -:- I feel slightly surrealistic, a little cynical, and of course garnished up with the ever-present masochism. I LIKE it when I'm in moods like this. There seems to be a glowing auroa around my keyboard. My whole room seems to glow with feeling and expression. It's the teenage years when you tend to find yourself, you know.||Dumped in the corner, like last Christmas' mildewy slippers. I dunno.||I decided to make this a more serious, philosophical type file because if I made it a humourous, bizarre file, I didn't think that anyone would GET ANYTHING out of it. Maybe they would, if they read it and think that it's funny, but now I feel a calling to spread some of my more serious works around. That's what I think that text-files are for. I like to write, and sometimes I sit here for hours just typing away. I used to write a lot of files, from some of the early "anarchy" types to stories, and then the techie, serious ones, but now I'm moving away from that for just a bit. Not that I don't know anything about those things, but I don't think that anyone gets anything out of those files. They read it once and put it away, but I doubt that there are many that actually try the stuff. Besides, I wanted to write some 'non-technical' things. So here it is. Oh, and I think that I should explain why I started with "ramble7" instead of "ramble1". Well on The Works [a very good all text-file board that I'm one of the sysops of - give it a call at 914-238-8195(pardon this shameless plug)] there was a file called "ramble6" written by some anonymous author, so I just started at 7. Ramble7 is pretty strange, and actually even I get dicomfort from reading it. So now I'm taking a break at that and letting my writing abilities grow. [hold on. My fan that I have connected to the back of the computer desk is blowing wildly at me, and even though it's a hot, humid night, it is QUITE annoying. . .There. I turned it to "low". I hate when you're trying to write and something irksome like that comes up. Well, back to the file.] Now this is where the discussion will branch into who-knows where. I guess I should do some page formatting, because all-text files like this one tend to be a pain in the eyes to read. I usually always have a nice, orderly file, but today, it just seems important for me to _write_. Maybe some sort of brainstorm is about to come over me and I'll get everything down in time, but I don't know. / /\/\/\/\/\/\_/\_/\_/\/\/\_/\/\/\/\___/\/\_/\/\/\/\/\/\/\_/\/\/\__/\_/\/\ \ / /I have school tommorow. But thank God it's Friday. And also, two weeks\ \ before summer vacation. Sometimes things like school make it hard for you to/ put the whole concept of Life into aspect. For example, think about all the places in the world you've been to. Your home, friends' homes, stores, vacations, field trips, ad infinitum. Now think of all the places you've never been to. It's pretty wierd knowing that if you constantly moved for the whole course of your life, you wouldn't be near to exploring even all of America. Why? Well what if all of this is a joke, and everywhere that you've been to is nothing more than a stage for entertainment; what if you're just a prime time television show? Or worse yet, a bad novel? Soemtimes, I think of life as someone's wistful, glorious daydream. At any moment I can expect to hear a geometry teacher say, "George! Put your head up and pay attention! Stop daydreaming!" Wouldn't that be devastating? Might as well have fun while we're here, though. Ride and be merry. It rules. -:- Ok. So now you've read this far. That's a good sign, because it generally means that you're going to stick around for the whole show. And that's what I want, isn't it? Actually I'm doing this mainly for self-satisfaction, so I don't give a flying hoot if you're not particularly turned on by this file. And if you ARE, well good for you. Have fun reading this. If you're good, I might even print a list of the songs I listened to while writing this. -:- Sometimes it seems to me that Life in general is a disease. I mean, there's so much you want to do in your life, but you just can't get everything done, and you tire down, and if you DO try to do the things you dream of, as Time passes your Dreams and Goals tend to wear away and become blunt and stale, hardly as powerful as they were when you first started off. But if you cover and protect your Dreams, you never get a chance to actually go out and do what you always wanted to do. It should be that you do what you like, and not what other people want of you. It's your life, and you only live once. So if you want to live a studious, serious life, go ahead. As long as it's what you want. And I personally want to live a fun, happy life. Things like popularity don't matter to me. I do want to be famous at some point in my life, however. But I have an attitude that tells me that you're only going to live once, so you might as well try it. In school, I'm not at all studious, but I put effort into my work because I find it hilarious that the Leaders think that our current school system will help us in our lives. I mean, you need to learn stuff, but the false, plastic way school is presented and the unfair garding system has got to go. It harbours evilness, and gives the "unintelligent" kids stress and twists their minds around. We're confused enough as it is, we don't need any more. Outside of school, I cut loose. No drugs, of course, but if there's a dare of some sort that's safe, but just SCARY, I'll do it. (I'll try anything once. ) As a matter of fact, the "popular jocks" (Read: dense morons) have a club called the "Flamers", which is short for Flaming Assholes. It consists of a big white bedsheet in this one kid's basement on which all the named "assholes"/========= have their names pinned onto it, next to a reason why they are one./=Don't be = Of course all of the school officials always end up on there, ======annoyed = but occasionally my name finds its way there. Not because I'm =by all of the = an asshole, but because I just try things that people think you=spelling = have to be insane for trying (O.K. all you people with twisted /=errors;it = minds, it's not drugs, vandalism or any of that type of stuff. =gives the file= I could make lists of the crazy things I do, but that'll come =a unique = in another file. That's why I think my life is like a funny =character of = adventure movie, because of all of the things I've tried. How =it's own. . . = many of you went Urban Surfin' ?) \=============== (\ /) \\// E //\\ cuse my constant rambling, but that IS what this file is about. (/ \)Anyways, have you ever wondered if you were born to run? It's such a strange feeling, and when you're actually out there having a good time, you wonder if it's really you, or if you're someone else just caught up in lies. But if you like it, I suppose that it's alright. Of course, there's the whole concept of Entropy, which I grew fond of, which is a simply suicidal belief. Entropy is sort of like the belief that the Multiverse is slowly turning into total randomness, and one day it will be noticable, and the change will be complete, whole, and irreversible. It's not as farfetched as it seems, especially after downing five Coors. Ah, but seriously, when you think about it, we don't know how long this whole Algorithm (sp?) will last, so we might as well have fun and do what we've always wanted to do Now, instead of waiting. I think that Life is like a big energy cycle, and everything is re-used. Some examples: You light a match. The oxygen in the air around it is used up by the flame and turned into black carbon on the matchstick, which is thrown on the ground, blends in with the dirt, where the nitrogen in it later fertilizes a plant, which then grows, and a bee gets pollen from its flower, which is transformed into honey, which is then taken by a beekeeper for human consumption. You go to the store and buy a bottle of honey, little knowing that you helped make it. That was just a little example, and I think Life started as one small, simple cycle, and it just got more and more complex, and there are billions of billions of billions (let's just say an incountable amount) of those cycles, which make up Life. Another example is when you die, your body decomposes and becomes part of the ground. Later it becomes nutrients to worms, which are eaten by birds, who in turn could die and rot in a lake, where fish feed on their body. A fisherman could catch the fish and eat it. These kind of examples happen every day, and you would never know. So we're just recycled pieces of the rest of the earth. Hmm. Of course, the beleif of Entropy states that while all of these 'cycles' are occurring, the materials are slowly being worn out. And one day, they'll be just too worn out to be usable. ____________________________________________________________ (By the way, today I purchased "Surfin'", a 1963 Ventures )\ (album, "Beach Boys Live", the first live album by the Beach )/\ (Boys, "Stranger In Town", by Bob Seger and The Silver Bullet)/\\ (Band, and lastly a Huey Lewis 45 (Jacob's Ladder and the ) / \ (live version of Heart of Rock 'n Roll, performed with the )/\/\\ (Tower of Power horns in 1985 in Sacramento. Just had ta ) / / \ (tell ya. . . )/\/\/\\ (____________________________________________________________) / / / \ \__\__\__\__\__\__\__\__\__\__\__\__\__\__\__\__\__\__\__\__\/\/\/\/\\ \_\__\__\__\__\__\__\__\__\__\__\__\__\__\__\__\__\__\__\___\/ / / / > \__\__\__\__\__\__\__\__\__\__\__\__\__\__\__\__\__\__\__\__\/\/\/\/ \_\__\__\__\_Pink\Floyd\__\_The\Wall_\__\__\__\__\__\__\__\_\/ / / ___ \___\__\__\__\__\__\__\__\__\__\__\__\___\hElP_\mE\__\__\__\\/\/ /3 / \__\__\__\__\__\__\__\__\__\__\__\__\__\__\__\__\__\__\__\__\/ \ 1\ Well, there hasn't been anything much to depress me as of late, so I /3 / really can't get into the confused, tormented state of mind I was during \ -\ parts of Ramble7, but that's an entirely different file altogether and /4 / if you want the flavour of that file, you obviously didn't find it here. \ 3\ As some closing notes, I'd like to tell you not to worry about age or /3 / style, since both don't matter. And it doesn't matter if you understand \ -\ what I just said, because if you remember it, I gaurentee (sp? again, but / 3/ I don't care.) that you WILL understand it later in Life, and it will \1 \ become an intergral part of your Learning_Experience. And in case you're / 6/ wondering, I listened to 96.3 WKDD-FM while writing this. And I got to \4 \ try out my new speakers (Two 4 feet Zenith Allegros) for the first time. / /___/\________________ __________ ______/\ ___/\_____ __/\__ \You're not wanted there.\/PUDs only.\/Hoo-Hah.\___/Surf Ohio.\___/ BaH! \ \____/\_________________/\__________/\________/ \__________/ \__/\__/ --TC