Chaos is...

A few things I have learned... in the past week...

Lies are bad.

Deceit is bad.

The trickle down effect of hurting one person can potentially hurt a lot of people.

Organization is confusing.

Leadership is confusing.

I am not good at showing compassion.

I am not a good caretaker.

Sometimes I am a bull.

Sometimes I think too much.

There are 27 million slaves in the world.

I am lucky.

Change is hard.

Helping is hard.

Pursuit is hard.

Bad, uncomfortable humor makes me laugh.

The heart is deceitful above all things...

I love my wife.

I love my kids.

I love my family.

I love my friends.

There is no burger like a Kuma's burger.

Maui calls my name.

I'll get bin Laden...

"I'll get Osama bin Laden, my friends. I'll get him. I know how to get him... I'll get him no matter what and I know how to do it." - John McCain.

Is "this one" serious? If he really does know how to get bin Laden, then he suddenly became the most unpatriotic maverick I can think of. Obama should've challenged McCain on this immediately.

I think he should be brought up on treason charges and the $20 million reward should go to AIG so that they can really throw a party.

Two side notes... Is healthcare in America a priviledge, a right or a responsibility? McCain's answer: responsibility. Is it me or Mr. McCain that are completely out of touch with how to serve each other? A $700 billion "bailout"... oh, sorry... "rescue", and we can't afford to restructure our healthcare system so that every man, woman and child is treated the same at the hospital?

...and... Ms. Palin doesn't seem to feel that paying taxes is "patriotic." Now, I know that word has been thrown around a lot lately, but let's take a very mediocre approach... if "we" didn't pay taxes, none of these goofballs would even have a job that aloows them to dictate their own power on to us. So do this then make Palin opposed to her own politcal position of power?

Well, tuesday's debate... I tried, I really did, to listen objectively. I didn't get that far.

Why I hate Sigur Ros...

Sigur Ros can go jump off a cliff.

Go back to Iceland, live in your own little world... just stop invading mine.

Why, you ask?

Because they single-handedly ruined every concert I have been to in the past. They raised the bar so high, I'm not sure anyone can come close.

Incomprehensible vocals (in a mix of Icelandic, English and gibberish) that moved me. Playing guitar with a bow all night long. Playing bass with a drumstick. Playing a wind-up music box. A drummer that kicked serious ass. Confetti!

I have always been a fan of Sigur Ros. They're music seems to fit so many occasions, so naturally they'rer always on. I had missed them at the Paramount a couple of years back, so last night's performance was not going to be missed. I felt my eyes well up numerous times, and I couldn't quite figure it out. I'm still not sure what it was... completely. But I can start by saying that it was beautiful.

I turned around, a couple of times, and saw people in different emotional states... some looked ecstatic and worshipful, others intent, almost trying to decipher what they were experiencing and still others looked like they were in some sort of trance, led by some radical cult leader. I think I fit into all of these categories at different parts of the night. The whole time the band was playing I felt... I don't know... lost, I guess. In a good way. I was so lost in the moment. Like I could have been lifted outside of my body.

And then the rain came... at the end of the encore the rain came. To the thunderous crash and crackle of the drums and guitars. The strobes flashing like lightning, electrifying the rain drops as they fell. It was a beautiful sight. I can't wait for it to happen again.

Living in a nucular age

Did Palin just say nucular? Yes. About a dozen times. I thought it had been pretty well debated, and concluded, that the word is nuclear.

Was this an attempt to create new slang? Was it an attempt to look more like a 'six-pack Joe', whatever that is? Or was it just an example of stupidity followed by stubborness? I'm not sure, but I couldn't help feeling like W. and Palin are either related or brainwashed by the same programming team.

Well, gosh darnit, I just don't know.