Screwed up

I read a really interesting article on juvenile sex offenders today. Our judicial system for these kids is currently set up to punish them multiple times for the same crime and pressure them to reoffend. For instance, one eleven year old boy (Johnnie) touched his four year old’s sisters vagina and asked her to perform oral sex on him. His mother was understandably upset by this and called the police. The boy was convicted of a sex crime and sent to a residential therapy program where he remodeled himself.

However, unlike other juvenile offenses, his record will not be sealed. His name, a photograph, his address and details of his crime are posted on a sex offender registry website for the rest of his life. Johnnie was considered rehabilitated and released after 2 years in the program and went back to school. At first, everything was great and he was making friends and was able to try to get his life back on track as a normal kid. One day he came into school and kids were pointing and laughing at him and he found out that one girls mother had found him on a sex offender website. Now he has no friends and is continually harassed and threatened at school. Does this benefit society? This kid now will have many more problems to deal with the rest of his life- how will he make friends? how will he go to school? how will he get a job? I know what you’re thinking.. same thing I am- “He deserves it as a sex offender”. But do you think being marginalized by society will make him more or less likely to reoffend? The sex offender registry system also reeks of double jeopardy (being punished twice for the same crime), but that is a separate issue.

This is a difficult topic and I’m not sure that I know the best way… though I’ve always thought that all adult sex offenders should be castrated as a part of their sentence. Anybody else have opinions on the subject?

Ride to work

People did not wake up on the right side of the bed this morning or something. On my bike ride into work, I had three different men holler at me as they drove by. One fatass construction worker found it humorous to yell various obscenities out as he drove by me twice (I passed him once, but was on the sidewalk the whole time). Life goes in full circle, I usually get pissed at cyclists slowing me down too (though I don’t yell- get out of your car and talk to me if you have an issue, pussy).

“Knocked Up”

Last night I went and saw “Knocked Up” with Fletcher and Arcadia. I was shocked to find it was actually a very good comedy. I recommend it. It’s about a stoner who hooks up with a career chick and gets her pregnant on a one-night stand and their ensuing adventures. The feel of the movie reminded me of “Swingers” (though not quite as good); there was lots of funny dialogue and raunchy situations.

Ridiculous method to correct conclusion

After reading an article about humanity’s need for space colonization to survive, I was reminded of some conclusions I came to in junior high.

If humanity is to have any chance of survival, it is absolutely imperative that our species begin to plant colonies wherever we can off-planet. It would be so easy to wipe us all out with a single stray asteroid, a new disease, chemical or nuclear warfare gone wrong, etc. Our space program has begun to collapse- we haven’t put a man on in the moon again in what, 40 years? The space program has become a massive bureaucracy full of people who are smart, but not innovative. Years of only accepting people with the best grades has resulted in a severe lack of the brilliant creators needed to push our technologies in radical new directions. Instead we are stuck with people who excel at following directions (it’s all they’ve done their whole lives to get into the space program) and what they truly care about is simply keeping their own jobs. I say throw out the whole program and reallocate the monstrous annual budget to creating “prizes” for various space achievements and allow companies and entrepreneurs to try to achieve the goals. The current annual budget for NASA is $16.3 billion. Here is my prediction of what would happen:

Year 1 goal- $16 billion for first company to put a man on the moon- Boeing would have someone there within 3 months

Year 2 goal-$17 billion for first space station to be fully self-sufficient for 1 year-Google would collect this.

Year 3 goal- 1st permanent colony on either Mars or the Moon- It would take several years and the prize would accumulate, but a consortium of entrepreneurs and investors would collect the $50 or so billion.

And so on and so forth. Warning- A couple dozen or so test pilots and inventors may die trying to achieve, since there would be less focus on safety and more focus on the goal.

Moral: Life is short, brutal and meaningless except for the insatiable need to create more abundant and higher forms of life. Feed the beast.

Note: I think the same thing would happen if we reallocated the DoD budget to mercenary armies in Iraq. However, in this case the potential risk and human cost would be too great. The army that quells Iraq could turn on the hand that feeds. Not to mention the horrors it would commit to achieve domination in Iraq itself. So some things are better left primarily to the government.

Painful finger= short sentences

Last night Melanie and I broke up. She is an amazing person but needs some personal space and time to work some stuff out.

Fletcher suggested drinking.

Wine consumption commenced.

Good conversation had.

Went outside and walked down the road on Lake Union.

Saw seaplane.

Swam out to seaplane.

Seaplane was unlocked.

Discovered keys in seaplane.

Tried and failed to convince Fletcher of my piloting skills.

Called Jeremy and he said, “Go”

Correct decision made-leave seaplane alone and not risk death or prison.

Went to bed.

Took day off work to recuperate- last time I went to work the day after a breakup I alienated my coworkers.

Currently bored and listening to Radiohead.

Right now…

I feel a fearsome fire rising up from the deep; rising, twisting and burning hot through my intestines. The heat is taking over my senses and blotting everything else out. My inner core has shudders running through it in and feverish chills roll over my soul. Salty sweat falls into my wide, glazed, glaring eyes. Nothing beats the intensity of the anticipation.

Moving AGAIN! I hate my life

I had a barbecue for the 4th of July and a friend of a friend apparently had difficulties working in the world around him and walked through the screen door, breaking it. The next day my roommate, Brent, asked me to move out. Brent told me he wants me to move out because he is dating a “celebrity” who doesn’t want to be seen and gave me a couple of hints as to who the guy is. I’m not sure if I have to go because of the screen door or the “celebrity”, but either way I’m supposed to be out soon. It really blows since I have only lived there for about a month and a half, but I have no lease so I have no recourse. Brent and I had almost nothing in common anyways. Oh well. Now I have to decide whether or not to find a new job and if I stay with Visible, where should I live? Do I want roommates?

Anybody want to buy Chuck Norris Action Jeans? Guaranteed to make you kick ass.

Prince Charles REALLY enjoys visiting his troops!

Aaaaaaaaaand….have a happy Friday!

Climbing to Camp Muir (base camp on Mt. Rainier)

Friday Fletcher sent me a message and asked if I wanted to climb up to Camp Muir the next day. I have been wanting to go up there for a while so I told him yes. We drove down to my grandparents house the night before and got up very early in the morning and drove up to Ashford, where we met our other friend, Adam.

We started the actual climb at 8 am and went up. It was a perfect day: perfect blue sky, picturesque landscape and warm temperature. I have pictures of the Camp Muir climb. Fletcher is the one in the red shirt and Adam is theguy with the skis attached to his pack.

Camp Muir is not too tough a climb, though you will be a little bit sore the next day. The base camp on Mount Rainier is 9 miles and a 4600 foot elevation gain and takes around 6 or 7 hours round trip.

The route itself up to Camp Muir is simple; just follow the giant line of people ahead of you! Basically, you go up the paved Skyline Trail 2.3 miles till you get to the Muir snowfield where you basically hike up a fairly steep hill through deep snow. Camp Muir itself is made up of a climbers shack, a stone hut for rangers and a few smelly outhouses. Camp Muir is used as the jumping off point for an actual climb of Rainier since it is so high- 10,000 feet. I may eventually do Rainier itself… maybe next year.