Kenny ://

Nature vs. Nurture and inventions

I've had this conversation with a small, very distinguished set of friends over the past few days. Nurture vs. Nature. I was, read was again. a staunch believer in nurture. In other words, I am who I am because of the fact that the people who raised me and the place in which I was raised played a significant part in who I am today.

To give you an idea, I was raised catholic in a southern city by pseudo-liberals turned conservative in the 70's and 80's. Don't try to tell me I love the A-Team and the Dukes of Hazzard because I'm an aquarius, hippies.

I believe we're a result of our environment. Case in point, if I grew up in Seattle, would I really know what a moonpie was and have an almost tribal appreciation of them? No way. Ask a native Washingtonian "What's a moonpie?" and they'll probably answer, "cowshit on the moon?"

Nurture. I had a great, laid back dad, and I'm laid back. (dad's still around, I just don't talk to him). I don't think that's genetic because Mom is rat-shat crazy. Not laid back at all. Neither are my bro or sis. Not genetic.

Now the nature - how is it astrologers can pigeon-hole me into a box as an aquarius? There must be something in my nature about that but I don't believe there are only 12 kinds of people in the world.

In other news, I'm working on an invention that counter-acts that "It's on the tip of my tongue" feeling you get. Won't it be nice when you're thinking of something you can't quite remember or articulate ala "I know I know it, I just can't think of it . . ." or ". . . Its' on the tip of my tongue. . . " to just be there, not on the tip of your tongue but actually being spoken? Well, Tricia, my business partner, and I are working on that. Don't bogart it, haters.

In other news, don't you just fecking hate it when you buy a new bike and it rains for 2 weeks so you don't get to ride it? I didn't buy a new bike, but I hate that feeling.

I know it doesn't look like it

I know it doesn't look like it but the facial hair is growing; it hasn't hit a plateau just yet.  The best part is that it's so long that it's almost soft by now. Another best part is that one of my best friends in the world is going to shape it into an award winning stache before the stache contest.  She's an arteest and a beaut.  I'm hoping my mustache will be, too. I've kind of got my mind set on either a Lemmy from Motorhead or a mustache that looks like the stripe on Charlie Brown's shirt.  I don't want to give too much away to my competition, though, so that's all I'll say about that.  Here's your Sunday update (soundtrack for this picture by fugazi):

So it's Sunday night, my exams are done and this is day 3 that I haven't even thought about schoolwork or books or anything that has to do with preparing for a class. How'd I spend it?  So happy you asked. Miserably with demanding wimmenz.  As a southern bumper sticker once said, Nuff Said.

Sunday night haiku:

Vacation, a myth
Blackberry follows you with
Red blinking flasher

It's been a long time. . .

. . . since I bought a new pair of vans, but my new kicks are the fly-est I've had in a long time.