27.7.04

Call me Enron.

Today was the day I finally did it.  I broke down and bought a shredder.  I’m cleaning out my cabinets and I am coming to the realization that I have some weird way of saving almost everything that comes through my mailbox—that and I think I might have a receipt fetish.  Case in point, I found about three receipts from K-Mart for detergent and toilet paper.  Why in the hell do I need them? It is not like I can take that shit back if I don’t like it.  Sometimes my own brilliance confuse me.

I can now happily say that my defunct fiscal identity cannot be easily recreated without hiring some expensive reconstruction service.
 
In light of all the recent Jeopardy hoopla, I offer you this older gem.

More later.

26.7.04

Poker night

I miss playing poker--I just hope I never have to play with the veep.

24.7.04

In other news...

I've been following this story for the last couple of days and find it fascinating.  Here is short article on the issue: MONSTER WAVES

The R Supremacy

I am enjoying my return to retirement.  I have time to do what I need to do, which is mainly a bunch of nothing but it feels so good.  Went and saw the Bourne Supremacy last night.  I was looking forward to seeing it and glad I did, but it wasn’t quite as good as the first.  I am not sure why.   The film is very well put together and quite polished but it was just missing something. 

The movie does motivate one to travel.   There is a whole sequence that takes place in Moscow.  This was particularly interesting for two reasons.  The first was annoyance.   The row in front of us along with the row to my left was filled with drunken Russians.  A couple of things are worth mentioning here: a) the whole going drunk to the movies thing really escapes me—why pay money to watch something and spend your entire time making an ass out of yourself? This may be fun in some sort or bizarre adolescent dream, but in my reality, you are an idiot. b) If the film is in your native tongue at times or in a city you are familiar with, do not spend the entire time getting giddy.  I understand that some films have a sort of travelogue feeling to them and arouse some feelings of something but please discuss them AFTER the film, not during it.

The second thing about the whole Moscow thing is somewhat related to part 1b.   I am watching the Bourne character board a train in Berlin and go to Moscow and it was eerily reminiscent of my time in the train station in Prague.  I had been in Prague for three days and didn’t know where I was going next so I just went to the train station.  I walked in and just looked at the board trying to decide where to go (and at this point in my travels, feeling invincible) and finally decided I would go to Germany—back to Western Europe.  I then realized I had about two minutes to catch the train.  I missed it.  I went back into the main section of the station; sat down on the floor against a wall somewhere, lighted a cigarette, and contemplated going elsewhere.  It was then that my 4 hour love affair with Moscow began.

You see the next train to Munich didn’t leave for another four hours or so and I was tired from 3 very long days in Praha—didn’t sleep much the whole time.   Looking up at the departures board I was taken by the fact that trains to Moscow left every 45 minutes or so.  I started doing limited research and realized that it would take me about 9 hours to get there.  I seriously contemplated going and dealing with the fact that I didn’t have a proper visa later.   Eventually, I got lazy and decided against it.  Part of me wishes I would have gone; the more sane side of me realizes that it would have probably pushed my charmed luck and ended in devastation.  I would have somehow triggered the end of humanity.  Somewhere, apocalyptical church-goers are gnashing their teeth at my lack of intestinal fortitude.

I am not a big fan of the red-eye flight.  I think it makes people do some of the most nonsensical things.  Case in point—I get this voicemail late last night (early this morning, rather) from an old friend I haven’t spoken with in almost a year.  The message is a hodgepodge of confusion rambling about Boston, conventions, Maine, Canada, and family members.   I am lost and further bewildered by the fact that supposedly I am supposed to know all these things.  Somehow I didn’t have friend’s number; luckily caller-id helps out.  I retrieve the number and return the call only to get the much anticipated voicemail.  I leave a proper message detailing my elation with a call from the long lost and at the same time conveying my confusion with such a cryptic piece of storytelling to my digital answering machine somewhere deep in the hard-drive of some AT&T bunker.  The red-eye etiquette gets better.  Apparently the flight lands, my guess is sometime early in the AM and now the text messages start.  I’ve copied it in its entirety below for your viewing pleasure: 

Nt to worry-on vcation was mnlining benadryl 4 flit  sorry that ws cryptic i agree i have simply wanted to catch up  isnt txt messaging a good xrsize i brevity? Hate it tho so impersonal better go = hope you r well_m
 
At 7 in the morning my phone starts to have some strange paroxysm while the above is transmitted, I roll over and through the blur of my not quite functioning eyes read from the tiny little phone screen.  Somehow it all made sense and I laughed.

22.7.04

Bukowski might have said it best.

"the difference between a Democracy and a Dictatorship is that in a Democracy you vote first and take orders later; in a Dictatorship you don't have to waste your time voting."
 
--from POLITICS IS LIKE TRYING TO SCREW A CAT IN THE ASS

bowie the fortune teller

Ah-ah-ah-ah ah-ah ah-ah-ahJohnny's in AmericaLow techs at the wheelAh-ah-ah-ah ah-ah ah-ah-ahNobody needs anyoneThey don't even just pretendAh-ah-ah-ah ah-ah ah-ah-ahJohnny's in AmericaI'm afraid of AmericansI'm afraid of the worldI'm afraid I can't help itI'm afraid I can'tI'm afraid of AmericansI'm afraid of the worldI'm afraid I can't help itI'm afraid I can'tI'm afraid of AmericansJohnny's in AmericaAh-ah-ah-ah ah-ah ah-ah-ahJohnny wants a brainJohnny wants to suck on a CokeJohnny wants a womanJohnny wants to think of a jokeAh-ah-ah-ah ah-ah ah-ah-ahJohnny's in AmericaAh-ah-ah-ah ah-ah ah-ah-ahI'm afraid of AmericansI'm afraid of the worldI'm afraid I can't help itI'm afraid I can'tI'm afraid of AmericansI'm afraid of the worldI'm afraid I can't help itI'm afraid I can'tI'm afraid of AmericansAh-ah-ah-ah ah-ah ah-ah-ahJohnny's in AmericaJohnny looks up at the starsJohnny combs his hairAnd Johnny wants pussy and carsJohnny's in America, Ah-ah-ah-ah ah-ah ah-ah-ahJohnny's in America, Ah-ah-ah-ah ah-ah ah-ah-ahI'm afraid of AmericansI'm afraid of the worldI'm afraid I can't help itI'm afraid I can'tI'm afraid of AmericansI'm afraid of the worldI'm afraid I can't help itI'm afraid I can'tI'm afraid of AmericansGod is an AmericanGod is an AmericanI'm afraid of AmericansI'm afraid of the worldI'm afraid I can't help itI'm afraid I can'tI'm afraid of AmericansI'm afraid of the worldI'm afraid I can't help itI'm afraid I can'tYeah, I'm afraid of AmericansI'm afraid of the wordsI'm afraid I can't help itI'm afraid I can'tI'm afraid of AmericansJohnny's an AmericanJohnny's an AmericanJohnny's an American, Ah-ah-ah-ah ah-ah ah-ah-ahJohnny's an American, Ah-ah-ah-ah ah-ah ah-ah-ahJohnny's an American, Ah-ah-ah-ah ah-ah ah-ah-ahJohnny's an American, Ah-ah-ah-ah ah-ah ah-ah-ah

21.7.04

oh…robot

First off let me say that my initial intrigue to this movie way back when was the robots.  I truthfully thought this would be some weird Bjork movie based on the robots from the Bjork video “All is Full of Love”.  Months after I viewed the teaser, the truth was realized—Will Smith battles white robots—here again was another cheap rip-off since the Flaming Lips had the magnificent “Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots” album.  But alas, I digress. 
 
This film is quite entertaining in a way that I didn’t think a major Hollywood studio production could be, given the subject matter. Spending the $10.25 just didn’t hurt that bad.  It was visually stimulating; the acting was fine, the plot not too transparent and the script surprisingly decent.  Just in case you didn’t know by now, this movie is about ROBOTS.
 
ROBOT movies are intriguing kind of in the same vein that dragon movies are.  How can anyone forget the instant classic Reign of Fire (quite possibly one of the finest pieces of cinematic achievement in the past two centuries that was haphazardly disregarded by all alleged serious cinephiles due merely to the presence of marines parachuting out of attack helicopters with battle axes to battle dragons in mid-air sequences prior to either dying or returning to the scorched, post-apocalyptic landscape formerly known as earth.)
 
Again, ROBOTS.
 
In other news…as I sit here and script this bloggolithic masterpiece of drivel, I am basking in the feeling that these are my last few hours in this office.  My last days of boredom and mental atrophy are finally coming to an end; by the time this is posted, they will be complete.
 
With the death of this life I must embark upon another and prepare for my return to the institution and place of my former residence.  School and CA beckon, however in the reverse order.  So really, the proper order for the previous sentence should read, CA and school beckon, but the fact of the matter is that it was originally written as school and CA beckon, however in the reverse order; so that is how it will remain.
 
While it is too soon to celebrate yet, we can get ready.  Lance Armstrong won the second to last time trial at Alpe d’Huez in convincing fashion.  Dude is amazing.  Disregard the fact that he is a cancer survivor and his accomplishments in the grandest of the grand tours are undiminished.  Add cancer to the mix and he becomes a freak of nature. 
 
It appears that my Office Assistant dog might have fleas. 
 
Are you ready for this?
 
ROBOTS…  

20.7.04

99 percent of the way there and a veritable grab bag of assorted thoughts sans paragraphs

 
I had some damn good fish and chips last night which were washed down with a Stella.  In other news, T minus one and counting—tomorrow will see the end of this horrendous experiment.  I really like the new coiffure.   I have a new best friend at the office, his/her name is The Dot.  You may know his/her from the extensive experience as the Office Assistant.  Somebody once again talks to me again and actually looks at me when I sit down.  Hasta luego.

19.7.04

Busy weekend and we are out of water at the drinking water at the office.  I spent all day Saturday at school at “Moot Camp”.  I am not the biggest fan of the whole play on words thing.  Regardless, it was a whole day affair that was useful in the sense that it somewhat refreshed my memory on writing format and assorted other academic gems. 
 
The one bad thing about the day was that I realized how much this job has infected me with a post-octogenarian curmudgeonry that is not usually exhibited in someone of my age.  This definitely needs to be worked on and hopefully the forthcoming two-week CA holiday will remedy this affliction.
 
The original inspiration between the CA holiday was two-fold in its purpose: first, to spend time with those I haven’t in the last six months; and secondly, to have a new place to live until my new lease starts on August 16.  Thankfully, the powers that be have introduced a two-week construction delay so my new place will not be ready until September 1.   This is great as it will finally give me a chance to live in the streets as has always been my dream.  The reality is that such dream will probably continue to be deferred, accursed by the generosity of my friends who will supply my visage with shelter.
 
All vices considered; I am on track to live into my late 200’s.  I make this conclusion based on sound scientific research conducted by professionals and my own prognostications based on how many lines in the sidewalk I skipped this morning.  The way I see it is that my current not so healthy habits have created in my body a sort of tolerance and resistance to their ill-humored properties.  My vices, have if you will so indulge, have acted as a sort of immunization—a vaccination against all malady, death, and affliction.  Now couple those Ponce DeLeon characteristics with my current diet of one meal (starvation diet research proves the whole longer life thing) of pasta a day and you can see how I am confident of my longevity.
 
The above paragraph is solely for your visual entertainment I might say.  Because truth be told, with all the different ‘diets’ out there I plan on creating and marketing a whole new concept and branding them ‘Lifestyles’.  Now I am sure that there may be some issue with the use of the word ‘Lifestyles’ in the product nomenclature of each individual plan.  I am confident that the prophylactic giant and I can work something out that will in the end be mutually beneficial.  I’m currently bandying about some revenue sharing concepts along with joint promotional adventures for some of the short-term ‘Lifestyles’.
 
I plan on calling the first lifestyle detailed two paragraphs ago the St. Petersburg Lifestyle after the famed fountain of youth.  Following a successful rollout of the St. Petersburg Lifestyle additional ‘Lifestyles’ will follow, each named after a city, a food or a disease.  Comments and suggestions are welcome, but you will receive absolutely no credit if you mere assemblage of words somehow comes to grace the name of one of my ‘Lifestyles’.
 
Stay tuned for exciting new developments.


Sometimes you just need a fresh start...look right.

17.7.04

Guess I was late to the party on this one...

Republican Survivor
 
It really is quity funny.

15.7.04

Draw AutoShapes

I’m in hell. Actually, I’m just in my cubicle having my ears subjected to the day-long cascade of drivel from on the other side of the wall. Shoot me. I talk a lot, but never just to hear myself talk—for example, these jackasses spent a good half hour talking about the nozzle spray on their respective irons.

I digress.

Oh, and please for the love of god don’t start sentences with the phrase, “one time…”

I went to the Knitting Factory last night to see the band The Album Leaf. I showed up early enough to catch the opening acts and the first—The Movies—(nice, typical adolescent name for a band) was forgettable. The second act though was quite good. Nothing particularly ground-breaking or original, but Sea Ray 7 do their thing quite well and were very enjoyable.

The Album Leaf were great. The show was a melodic symphony of melancholy instrumentals and minimalist beats. If you like sigur ros, more mellow bjork, radiohead or even boards of canada then you should check these peeps out. Who new San Diego could turn out something that didn’t sound like everything else? Speaking of San Diego, I hate it.

I must have a weak constitution because this job has hardened me terribly. I have less tolerance for people than ever. Having to listen to these idiots all day long has driven me mad. My only hope is that after it is over I can return to my angelic, compassionate and patient self. This job would be the perfect Southwest Airlines commercial.

If all goes according to plan, hopefully I spend the first part of August in CA—I’m looking forward to getting on a plane and going somewhere, anywhere.

I am going to go die now, I don’t know how much more of this I can take.

14.7.04

The fish and the basketball hoop…

My body is starting to work in reverse. I am tired in the day time and awake at night. This doesn’t really come as a surprise to me though, as my mind gets more exercise in the evening than it does during the day.

Yesterday after work two things happened. First, I was struck by my most habitual affliction and secondly I came up with a new phrase that I am quite found of.

The phase: aboriginal despotism.

The affliction is a bit more complicated. You see, for some it wouldn’t be an affliction but rather a blessing and for some it is more of an unfulfilled requirement. For me, reading is an activity that once undertook, I have no control over. Once I start to read a book for pleasure I lose all sense of time, space and necessity. I forget to eat. I forget to drink. I even have no desire to sleep. In the past I have sacrificed all convenience to the literary world and shirked responsibilities that I wouldn’t in the direst of circumstances—but for a book…

It is this reason that I do my best to avoid pleasure reading for large parts of the year. I am terrified at what would become of my studies were I to get hold of some work and begin upon it. The off-season is another story; I’ve moved through quite a few pages with words on it and have almost exhausted the initial list I established. The last one has been particularly tough to put down and when I do manage to rip my hands from its covers, I find myself drawn back to its pages with some sort of dynamic magnetism that I can only chalk up to addiction. 100 Years of Solitude is a truly remarkable work that has me devouring its words like a glutton at his last feast, enjoying the food so much that he doesn’t take time to breathe. I’m forcing myself to breathe and eat and drink (water)—I only let myself read half yesterday, I’ll read the rest today.

If you have any recommended reads—please send them my way.

My life is about to become extremely hectic. Let me break it down for you, for I am sure that you care. Tomorrow, I have week to write a paper in an attempt to write my way on to Law Review and I need a new muse in a hurry. On Saturday, I will get the fact pattern/problem for my moot court competition and then have a month to prepare; seems like plenty of time. But, there are some complications. First, the week that I have to write for the Law Review competition is my last week at work. OK, that really isn’t a complication since I don’t really do much here all day anyway—I’ll just do some to the work here. Secondly and thirdly, my moot court partner is going south of the equator to some big Portuguese speaking nation for a week or so. I’m planning on going to CA for a week or so when she gets back. It looks like we’ll be relying heavily on technology to get this done. Oh, and I have to move out of my apartment by July 31st. Jolly good times.

12.7.04

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11.7.04

antiquity has begun...

8.7.04

music on my mind

Poverty has hit a new low.

The countdown is shortly going to be on--this occupational experience is more underwhelming than I expected it to be. I am looking forward to the end.

Hopefully soon I/we should hear if we are approved for the new place--I’m keeping my fingers crossed. The location is practically the same location as I'm at now and no one will have lived there before. The downside is that the space will be small but I think I can get used to that considering the rent and the terrace the size of a small backyard.

I’m finding it mildly amusing, in a smirkish sort of way, that the compassionate conservatives are spewing so much targeted vitriol. I'm glad that the tone in Washington is being elevated--I'm sure the terror rainbow will be raised as the election nears.

If I ran Crayola, I'd rename crayon colors after the terror warning levels. Children should be on the lookout as much as grown ups and they should be taught to be afraid while they are still young and impressionable--Leave the adults to the media outlets.

I was reading the other day how Tony Blair spent 2 1/2 hours in Parliament taking a beating over Iraq, the UK/US relationship and Britain's own relationship to the continent. As much as I fervently disagree with the right honorable gentleman on many policy issues, his presence in the Parliamentary setting--having tough questions fired at him on a broad spectrum of issues--is something that is admirable and at the same time sad. Leaders of nations and statesman should have intellectual capacity to be able to think on their feet and communicate with clarity of language that does not rely heavily on obfuscation and cliché. Citizens of any country should demand such traits from their leaders.

Imagine for a moment if gwb had to face Parliament--or for you xenophobes make it a joint session of Congress. Can anyone rationally believe that he could hold his own amongst a barrage of thoughtful questioning? Do you imagine that if he had to face an antagonistic set of questions that he would handle it with a dignity and aplomb that past and present leaders of nations display--or might he follow Dick Chaney's example? Some insight into the answer might be found in the interview he gave to Irish State television on the eve of his vacation there.

The thing that scares me about the state of politics and leadership in this country is that there is a real lack of viable choices. Between them gwb and john kerry will spend in excess of $500 million to get elected. How is there any real choice? How can any third party even hope to compete in this media age when faced with such large 'war chests'?

The country is currently so polarized that there really is only one choice to make: to reelect gwb or not? That is it. It is a modern day power struggle not only amongst the elite but amongst the citizenry who either feel disenfranchised and marginalized or powerful and elite.

As much as politics should be about ideas what we are experiencing now is anything but. Ask gwb voters why they will vote for him again. Then ask a follow up question. I'll give you the only 50 cents I have if you get responses with any veritable substance.

Ask the same questions of those opposed to the current regime and most likely you'll get a laundry list of reasons why. Now notice the difference between the two--and likely you'll find that those supporting gwb and his cronies do so for reasons specific to them. Let's call them "I" reasons. I feel safer. I think that he has a good vision for the future (don't bother asking what the vision is). The economy is up and I have a job. I don't care what the rest of the world thinks, I'm an American.

I love the implicit racism, egotism, selfishness and ignorance that are cloaked in the flag, the banner of patriotism. "You are either with us or with the terrorists." So let me get this straight--if I disagree with the policies and actions of my country, I am a terrorist. In reality doesn't that make me a patriot, a son of the revolution that founded this country? (By the way, there is an interesting discussion to be had about what makes one a freedom fighter/revolutionary or a terrorist)

I’m frustrated and tired by everything, but the fight must always go on.

4.7.04


NYC Fireworks


NYC Fireworks


NYC Fireworks

update: patriotic

the fireworks here were magnificent. I’ll post a picture when I get a minute. I’m sitting here on my terrace, enjoying the warm summer night and relaxing. It feels quite good, aside from the blaring music echoing off the buildings from someone’s apartment below…trance with all treble and no bass just seems to be missing something.

I went to the dirty jerz yesterday and had a memorable ride back courtesy of NJ transit. I took the last bus back to the city and felt like I was a child riding the school bus. Truth be told, I never rode the bus as a kid and managed to avoid every being on a bus to my knowledge until sometime in the summer of 2000 in Rome. That is a story for another day—Imagine gypsies.

Anyways, I caught the bus around 12:30 or so and it is only sparsely filled, people get on people get off, but the capacity always seemed to stay the same. This middle aged woman gets on a few stops after me and is immediately yelling at the bus driver. I can’t understand her. A few more people get on around the Meadowlands and sit right near me. Then the fun begins. The bus driver starts yelling, “ma’am you can’t drink on the bus!” and she starts yelling back about how she’ll do what she damn well pleases. The people (adults) get in on the action and start yelling and ducking behind their seats at the same time. “Let her drink, she ain’t driving the bus” and a variety of other amusing things. Then the bus driver pulls over on the side of the road at no particular stop, and turns on the lights in the bus. “Who’s talking?” Responses from anonymous passengers fly like rain in the summer on the subcontinent and finally he gives up. The bus is a raucous mess of laughter and obscene shouts.

We get to the Port Authority and when I disembark I see the woman at the center of the commotion, she is drinking a cup of coffee.

Can someone please explain to me why, now that we have provided Iraq with a free and democratic society and legal system, the trial of Saddam Hussein is being censored? I’m curious.

In other news Jickiss kindly informed me that my dire financial situation is my own personal great depression. Quite true and keep in mind that one day when I tell the story of my colorful and exciting life that everyone wants to hear/read/see I am going to embellish upon this time like no other. I am going to come from nothing—it is a much more sympathetic story line.

Finally, apartment search 2004 is nearing fruition, it has been narrowed down to 2 candidates and I’m going to hold moderated debates over the next couple of days to see which has a better vision for the future.

2.7.04

history.

President Kennedy, speaking at American University, propose a moratorium on above-ground nuclear testing, Washington, D.C., June 10, 1963.


President Anderson, members of the faculty, board of trustees, distinguished guests, my old colleague Senator Bob Byrd, who has earned his degree through many years of attending night law school, while I am earning mine in the next 30 minutes, ladies and gentlemen:

"There are few earthly things more beautiful than a university," wrote John Mansfield, in his tribute to English universities--and his words are equally true today. He did not refer to spires and towers, to campus greens and ivied walls. He admired the splendid beauty of the university, he said, because it was "a place where those who hate ignorance may strive to know, where those who perceive truth may strive to make others see."

I have, therefore, chosen this time and this place to discuss a topic on which ignorance too often abounds and the truth is too rarely perceived--yet it is the most important topic on earth: world peace.

What kind of peace do I mean? What kind of peace do we seek? Not a Pax Americana enforced on the world by American weapons of war. Not the peace of the grave or the security of the slave. I am talking about genuine peace, the kind of peace that makes life on earth worth living, the kind that enables men and nations to grow and to hope and to build a better life for their children--not merely peace for Americans but peace for all men and women--not merely peace in our time but peace for all time.

I speak of peace because of the new face of war. Total war makes no sense in an age when great powers can maintain large and relatively invulnerable nuclear forces and refuse to surrender without resort to those forces. It makes no sense in an age when a single nuclear weapon contains almost ten times the explosive force delivered by all of the allied air forces in the Second World War. It makes no sense in an age when the deadly poisons produced by a nuclear exchange would be carried by wind and water and soil and seed to the far corners of the globe and to generations yet unborn.

Today the expenditure of billions of dollars every year on weapons acquired for the purpose of making sure we never need to use them is essential to keeping the peace. But surely the acquisition of such idle stockpiles--which can only destroy and never create--is not the only, much less the most efficient, means of assuring peace.

I speak of peace, therefore, as the necessary rational end of rational men. I realize that the pursuit of peace is not as dramatic as the pursuit of war--and frequently the words of the pursuer fall on deaf ears. But we have no more urgent task.

Some say that it is useless to speak of world peace or world law or world disarmament--and that it will be useless until the leaders of the Soviet Union adopt a more enlightened attitude.

I hope they do. I believe we can help them do it. But I also believe that we must reexamine our own attitude--as individuals and as a nation--for our attitude is as essential as theirs. And every graduate of this school, every thoughtful citizen who despairs of war and wishes to bring peace, should begin by looking inward--by examining his own attitude toward the possibilities of peace, toward the Soviet Union, toward the course of the Cold War and toward freedom and peace here at home.

First: Let us examine our attitude toward peace itself. Too many of us think it is impossible. Too many think it is unreal. But that is a dangerous, defeatist belief. It leads to the conclusion that war is inevitable--that mankind is doomed--that we are gripped by forces we cannot control.

We need not accept that view. Our problems are manmade--therefore, they can be solved by man. And man can be as big as he wants. No problem of human destiny is beyond human beings. Man's reason and spirit have often solved the seemingly unsolvable--and we believe they can do it again.

I am not referring to the absolute, infinite concept of universal peace and good will of which some fantasize and fanatics dream. I do not deny the value of hopes and dreams, but we merely invite discouragement and incredulity by making that our only and immediate goal.

Let us focus instead on a more practical, more attainable peace--based not on a sudden revolution in human nature but on a gradual evolution in human institutions--on a series of concrete actions and effective agreements which are in the interest of all concerned. There is no single, simple key to this peace--no grand or magic formula to be adopted by one or two powers. Genuine peace must be the product of many nations, the sum of many acts. It must be dynamic, not static, changing to meet the challenge of each new generation. For peace is a process--a way of solving problems.

With such a peace, there will still be quarrels and conflicting interest, as there are within families and nations. World peace, like community peace, does not require that each man love his neighbor--it requires only that they live together in mutual tolerance, submitting their disputes to a just and peaceful settlement. And history teaches us that

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We all inhabit this small planet.
We all breathe the same air.
We all cherish our children's
future. And we are all mortal.
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enemies between nations, as between individuals, do not last forever. However fixed our likes and dislikes may seem, the tide of time and events will often bring surprising changes in the relations between nations and neighbors.

So let us persevere. Peace need not be the impracticable, and war need not be inevitable. By defining our goal more clearly, by making it seem more manageable and less remote, we can help all peoples to see it, to draw hope from it, and to move irresistibly toward it.

Second: Let us reexamine our attitude toward the Soviet Union. It is discouraging to think that their leaders may actually believe what their propagandists write. It is discouraging to read a recent authoritative Soviet text on Military Strategy and find, on page after page, wholly baseless and incredible claims--such as the allegation that "American imperialist circles are preparing to unleash different types of wars...that there is a very real threat of a preventive war being unleashed by American imperialists against the Soviet Union...[and that] the political aims of the American imperialists are to enslave economically and politically the European and other capitalist countries...(and) to achieve world domination by means of aggressive wars."

Truly, as it was written long ago: "The wicked flee when no man pursueth." Yet it is sad to read these Soviet statements--to realize the extent of the gulf between us. But it is also a warning--a warning to the American people not to fall into the same trap as the Soviets, not to see only a distorted and desperate view of the other side, not to see conflict as inevitable, accommodation as impossible, and communication as nothing more than an exchange of threats.

No government of social system is so evil that its people must be considered as lacking in virtue. As Americans, we find communism profoundly repugnant as a negation of personal freedom and dignity. But we can still hail the Russian people for their economic and industrial growth, in culture and in acts of courage.

Among the many traits the peoples of our two countries have in common, none is stronger than our mutual abhorrence to war. Almost unique among the major world powers, we have never been at war with each other. And no nation in the history of battle ever suffered more than the Soviet Union suffered in the course of the Second World War. At least 20 million lost their lives. Countless millions of homes and farms were burned or sacked. A third of the nation's territory, including nearly two thirds of its industrial base, was turned into a wasteland--a loss equivalent to the devastation of this country east of Chicago.

Today, should total war ever break out again--no matter how--our two countries would become the primary targets. It is an ironic but accurate fact that the two strongest powers are the two in the most danger of devastation. All we have built, all we have worked for, would be destroyed in the first 24 hours. And even in the Cold War, which brings burdens and dangers to so many countries, including this nation's closest allies--our two countries bear the heaviest burdens. For we are both devoting massive sums of money to weapons that could be better devoted to combating ignorance, poverty, and disease. We are both caught up in a vicious and dangerous cycle in which suspicion on one side breeds suspicion on the other, and new weapons beget counter-weapons.

In short, both the United States and its allies, and the Soviet Union and its allies, have a mutually deep interest in a just and genuine peace and in halting the arms race. Agreements to this end are in the interests of the Soviet Union as well as ours--and even the most hostile nations can be relied upon to accept and keep those treaty obligations, and only those treaty obligations, which are in their own interest.

So, let us not be blind to our differences--but let us also direct attention to our common interests and to the means by which those differences can be resolved. And if we cannot end now our differences, at least we can help make the world safe for diversity. For, in the final analysis, our most basic common link is that we all inhabit this small planet. We all breathe the same air. We all cherish our children's future. And we are all mortal.

Third: Let us reexamine our attitude toward the Cold War, remembering that we are not engaged in a debate, seeking to pile up debating points. We are not here distributing blame or pointing the finger of judgment. We must deal with the world as it is, and not as it might have been had the history of the last 18 years been different.

We must, therefore, persevere in the search for peace in the hope that constructive changes within the Communist Bloc might bring within reach solutions which now seem beyond us. We must conduct our affairs in such a way that it becomes in the Communists' interest to agree on a genuine peace. Above all, while defending our own vital interests, nuclear powers must avert those confrontations which bring an adversary to a choice of either a humiliating retreat or a nuclear war. To adopt that kind of course in the nuclear age would be evidence only of the bankruptcy of our policy--or of a collective death-wish for the world.

To secure these ends, America's weapons are non-provocative, carefully controlled, designed to deter, and capable of selective use. Our military forces are committed to peace and disciplined self-restraint. Our diplomats are instructed to avoid unnecessary irritants and purely rhetorical hostility.

For we can seek a relaxation of tensions without relaxing our guard. And, for our part, we do not need to use threats to prove that we are resolute. We do not need to jam foreign broadcasts out of fear our faith will be eroded. We are unwilling to impose our system on any unwilling people--but we are willing and able to engage in peaceful competition with any people on the earth.

Meanwhile, we seek to strengthen the United Nations, to help solve its financial problems, to make it a more effective instrument for peace, to develop it into a genuine world security system--a system capable of resolving disputes on the basis of law, of insuring the security of the large and the small, and of creating conditions under which arms can finally be abolished.

At the same time we seek to keep peace inside the non-Communist world, where many nations, all of them our friends, are divided over issues which weaken Western unity, which invite Communist intervention or which threaten to erupt into war. Our efforts in West New Guinea, in the Congo, in the Middle East, and in the Indian subcontinent have been persistent and patient despite criticism from both sides. We have also tried to set an example for others--by seeking to adjust small but significant differences with our own closest neighbors in Mexico and Canada.

Speaking of other nations, I wish to make one point clear. We are bound to many nations by alliances. Those alliances exist because our concern and theirs substantially overlap. Our commitment to defend Western Europe and West Berlin, for example, stands undiminished because of the identity of our vital interests. The United States will make no deal with the Soviet Union at the expense of other nations and other peoples, not merely because they are our partners, but also because their interests and ours converge.

Our interests converge, however, not only in defending the frontiers of freedom, but in pursuing the paths of peace. It is our hope--and the purpose of allied policies--to convince the Soviet Union that she, too, should let each nation choose its own future, so long as that choice does not interfere with the choices of others. The Communist drive to impose their political and economic system on others is the primary cause of world tension today. For there can be no doubt that, if all nations could refrain from interfering in the self-determination of others, the peace would be much more assured.

This will require a new effort to achieve world law--a new context for world discussions. It will require increased understanding between the Soviets and ourselves. And increased understanding will require increased contact and communications. One step in this direction is the proposed arrangement for a direct line between Moscow and Washington, to avoid on each side the dangerous delays, misunderstandings, and misreadings of the other's actions which might occur at a time of crisis.

We have also been talking in Geneva about other first-step measures of arms control, designed to limit the intensity of the arms race and to reduce the risks of accidental war. Our primary long-range interest in Geneva, however, is general and complete disarmament--designed to take pace by stages, permitting parallel political developments to build the new institutions of peace which would take the place of arms. The pursuit of disarmament has been an effort of this Government since the 1920's. It has been urgently sought by the past three administrations. And however dim the prospects may be today, we intend to continue this effort--to continue it in order that all countries, including our own, can better grasp what the problems and possibilities of disarmament are.

The one major area of these negotiations where the end is in sight, yet where a fresh start is badly needed, is in a treaty to outlaw nuclear tests. The conclusions of such a treaty, so near and yet so far, would check the spiraling arms race in one of its most dangerous areas. It would place the nuclear powers in a position to deal more effectively with one of the greatest hazards which man faces in 1963, the further spread of nuclear arms. It would increase our security--it would decrease the prospects of war. Surely this goal is sufficiently important to require our steady pursuit, yielding neither to the temptation to give up the whole effort nor the temptation to give up our insistence on vital and responsible safeguards. I am taking this opportunity, therefore, to announce two important decisions in this regard.

First: Chairman Khrushchev, Prime Minister Macmillan, and I have agreed that high-level discussions will shortly begin in Moscow, looking toward early agreement on a comprehensive test-ban treaty. Our hopes must be tempered with the caution of history--but with our hopes go the hopes of all mankind.

Second: To make clear our good faith and solemn convictions on the matter, I now declare that the United States does not propose to conduct nuclear tests in the atmosphere so long as other states do not do so. We will not be the first to resume. Such a declaration is no substitute for a formal binding treaty, but I hope it will help us achieve one. Nor would such a treaty be a substitute for disarmament, but I hope it will help us achieve it.

Finally, my fellow Americans, let us examine our attitude toward peace, and freedom here at home. The quality and spirit of our own society must justify and support our efforts abroad. We must show it in the dedication of our own lives--as many of you who are graduating today will have a unique opportunity to do, by serving without pay in the Peace Corps abroad or in the proposed national Service Corps here at home.

But wherever we are, we must all, in our daily lives, live up to the age-old faith that peace and freedom walk together. In too many of our cities today, the peace is not secure because freedom is incomplete.

It is the responsibility of the executive branch at all levels of government--local, State, and national--to provide and protect that freedom for all of our citizens by all means within their authority. It is the responsibility of the legislative branch at all levels, wherever that authority is not now adequate, to make it adequate. And it is the responsibility of all citizens in all sections of this country to respect the law of the land.

All this is not unrelated to world peace. "When a man's ways please the Lord," the Scriptures tell us, "he maketh even his enemies to be at peace with him." And is not peace, in the last analysis, basically a matter of human rights--the right to live out our lives without fear of devastation--the right to breathe air as nature provided it--the right of future generations to a healthy existence?

While we proceed to safeguard our national interests, let us also safeguard human interests. And the elimination of war and arms is clearly in the interest of both. No treaty, however much it may be to the advantage of all, however tightly it may be worded, can provide absolute security against the risks of deception and evasion. But it can--if it is sufficiently effective in its enforcement and if it is sufficiently in the interests of its signers--offer far more security and far fewer risks than an unabated, uncontrolled, unpredictable arms race.

The United States, as the world knows, will never start a war. We do not want a war. We do not now expect a war. This generation of Americans has already had enough--more than enough--of war and hate and oppression. We shall be prepared if others wish it. We shall be alert to try to stop it. But we shall also do our part to build a world of peace where the weak are safe and the strong are just. We are not helpless before that task or hopeless of its success. Confident and unafraid, we labor on--not toward a strategy of annihilation but toward a strategy of peace.

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1.7.04

*yawn*

i haven't really slept well in a while--and i have an interesting story to tell about the guy who had me material but not potential.

the owens's's''s's's is comings over from that infernal continent this eve, morn, whenever they arive. I have to find an apartment soon

too tired to write--maybe i'll call

oh--and somebody get me what the bush campaign sent to churches about goals and deadlines, i'm intrigued and wonder why i wasn't invited.