Mar 212013
 

I haven’t posted in this Blog in forever. Well, not necessarily forever, but it’s been quite a long time. I would love to get back into the habit of writing more inspired posts, and I think in season those will return. As for now, I’ve been pretty busy coding and working on some new things.

My latest personal venture is a new App called Prayer Catch. It’s an App that allows you to post prayers, commit to pray for other people’s prayers, and manage your own personal prayer lists. It was a lot of fun to work on, although to be completely honest I worked on it so much I wasn’t sure that I was going to make it for a little while.

As it usually happens when I get into a deep programming trance, I stopped eating properly, slept less, pushed everything social aside, and just programmed day and night. Honestly, it’s never healthy and it causes some serious anxiety and small bouts of depression, but the end result isn’t so bad! The App is released, isn’t it? Isn’t it?! Well, next time I should probably make more of an effort to not overdo it and stop programming like there is no tomorrow. There was a tomorrow. There always was.

The idea and inspiration did not originate with me. My wonderful friend Michele came up with the idea and she deserves the credit for it. The images and color planning were done by my friend Brian and lastly my business partner Kenya has been helping as well. Maybe I am a really smart and talented guy, but I can’t do everything by myself! There are people who are more talented and more inspired than I am in different areas, and I love that there are.

If you are able to please download the App and “give it a shot.” If you are feeling particularly frisky you can even rate it! Please e-mail my or comment on any bugs or feature requests. Pray that this App will be big!

Nov 172012
 

I have been away for a little bit. Most of my absence was due to Hurricane Sandy. Well, now that I think about it, all of my absence was due to Hurricane Sandy. I have learned quite a lesson from this “little” hurricane. I have learned that truly all things can change in an instant and there is no guarantee that things will ever be the same after they have been changed. Indeed there are no guarantees in life.

The hurricane began for me on the night that it “hit” on Monday, October 29th, 2012. That day before the storm, I was programming my new website project that I’ve recently started developing. All day my friends had been texting (as in cell phone SMS Messaging) me telling me that I was crazy for not evacuating. With also the news and the state of New York telling me to evacuate along with the dreary and evil-portending skies, I was getting a bit nervous. It’s slightly more of a challenge to work with strained nerves.

I live on the south shore of Long Island. If a major hurricane were to hit, I would most certainly be under water. If a cataclysmic hurricane hit, I would be dead likely. However, the last hurricane that hit, Hurricane Irene, was also supposed to be bad. The news also had told all residents on the south shore to evacuate for Hurricane Irene as well. However, Hurricane Irene proved to be much unlike the news said it would be. Now I realize that I was fortunate that it was not as devastating, as predicted. In either case, this time I had decided against evacuating.

The first taste of Hurricane Sandy came about during the early hours of 7 AM, which was the first high tide. The “storm surge” had brought the waters up out of the channels and the bays and brought them closer to people’s homes. I received pictures from my family who live closer to the bay in the same town. The first high tide was exactly the same as Hurricane Irene’s worst. The waters receded before they became worse, but this was only the first high tide. The second high tide would occur at 7 PM, which would be during the height of the storm.

As the weather-people predicted, the when 6 PM approached the winds started blowing and the rain came down. Hurricane Sandy had started. Not much time had passed since then that the electricity had failed. Candles, flash-lights, and cell phones were then all that I had left to keep myself occupied. I ventured outside a few times to see if the flood waters had reached my street. From the reports of Facebook and text messages from my family I knew that the rest of my town was under water, but were nowhere to be seen for me.

Around 8 PM the winds had blown some stuff of of my roof and continued to ravage the town, but I had yet to see any flood waters. Suddenly, I lost a carrier signal on my cell phone and was unable to reach anybody. In the dark, with the sounds of the winds and rain beating against my windows I did what anybody else would do. I prayed.

Around 8:30 PM I had not seen any sign of water coming down my block. By that point I figured that the waters brought about from high tide would be receding so I decided that I would sleep through the remainder of the hurricane. Outside my window people were playing musical cars trying to find parking on my street. I laid in bed and closed my eyes.

I awoke the next morning at 7 AM. The hurricane was over. Outside it was still overcast. Electricity was still a no-show and my cell phone still refused to function properly. I ventured out into my town and took a drive around. Trees and debris litter the streets. The flood waters still blocked off most parts of the town. People were outside wandering around with blank expressions wondering what had happened to them and in their homes. The curbs in front of these homes began filling up with wet furniture and carpets.

With not many places to go because of the streets being blocked off, I decided to return home. It wasn’t until later that my family appeared at my back door in tears telling of how the flood waters had put the first floor of the house under water. Out of my own curiosity, I took a walk around to see what other damage had come upon my town. This time I saw much more.

Boats lay across the street a block from my house in parking lots. People walked the streets in a daze. There were rumours of looting, gas shortages, and no electricity for most of the areas in Long Island. However, rumours were all people had. Cell phones would simply not be able to make any calls. At the height of the storm the night before, every block in my town had been flooded and every home shared the same story. Somehow, my small block was safe.

The first night after the storm was cold and dark. There was not much to do and there was nobody to call. I could not let anybody know I was okay. I could not ask any of my friends if they were okay. I had an incredible story to tell already, but nobody could listen. Again, I decided to go to sleep early.

On the third day, I helped my family clean out their house. Everybody in the town was doing the same thing. The curb-side garbage piles only grew and grew. The rumours of looting and gas shortages grew worse. Tension in the hearts of the town’s people rose. The military started patrolling the streets and there were also rumours of FEMA and other organizations bringing food. People who said they had spoken with the local electric company said that restored power was a fairytale and it would be a miracle if people would be able to have lights for Christmas. But none of these rumours could be confirmed.

I was able to get in touch with briefly a friend of mine who was hosting a few families who were closer to the storm at his house. Being more inland, he had not experienced any flooding, but he was also without power and travelled to a shelter to charge his cell phone. I decided then that there was no need to stick around any longer.

With no fuel for my car, any means to contact people, any light or electricity to occupy myself, or heat to warm myself I made the decision to go find greener pastures. My Aunt and Uncle had invited me to stay in their house more north in New York until the “dust settled.” The traffic lights were out all around me and there was no way of telling how bad the roads were or how easy my trip would be, but that was a risk I wanted to take. I had saved just enough gas in my car to make the journey.

I grabbed a few of my cousins and started the drive. About an hour into the trip I finally received a signal connexion on my cell phone and received a backlog of a ton of text messages asking me if I was okay. Finally I was able to tell people that I was okay and ask if others were okay. My town had just been a dead zone for cell phones.

I spent the rest of the two weeks until power was restored to my town in my greener pastures. I had travelled back briefly the week prior delivering some gas to friends and family, but the nights I spent back in this town were less than comfortable. There were police checkpoints and the army roamed the streets. There was a curfew enforced for the night and all of the people here were wet and starved. Government based and other organizations handed out food and the people here continued to live without gas, heat, power, and everything else that came with it. However, I was unable to sleep much in the cold and the sound of helicopters patrolling the air. The house would light up periodically with the spotlights of the nightly patrols bleeding through the windows.

In retrospect, evacuating before the storm would have been the lesser of all of these evils. There are many more stories exposing more of the inner-dysfunctions that I deal with daily inward and outward, but those stories will be for another article. I have learned a great deal during this storm about myself even. Again, this just teaches me that character-building really only comes from hardship. I should learn to be more grateful for hardship.

For an audio recap of this story, please check out Dat’s Bananas! Podcast Episode 10.

Oct 232012
 

It is a good thing to want things. Our different wants and likes set us apart from other people and can also provide an individuality. Each person has his own likes and dislikes as well. From those likes and dislikes comes also various wants.

There are some general things  that most people want. For example, most people want to live comfortable lives. Most people just want to live or survive in general. Most people want to accumulate money to satisfy the want to survive and to live comfortably. Maybe these can all be attributed to humanity’s “basic needs,” but in this article we will specifically be dealing with the want aspect.

Although most wants are generally very innocent and benign, they all originate from somewhere. Since I am also indeed a firm believer that all things have a starting point (and ultimately a purpose), I do believe all wants and desires are the same. Because of this, is it possible to want things that are unhealthy.

To break it down further, it is possible to want things for the sake of obtaining a negative effect. In other words, it is possible to want bad things like pain and destruction. The scary thing, of course, is that negative-wanting is usually very concealed in our subconscious.

There are many good examples of negative-wanting like cigarettes, alcohol, and drugs (as in the illegal ones that are widely accepted as being harmful). Things like these have negative effects from the very first use and can even kill a person . Although this type of negative-wanting does not necessarily apply so much to me as I have not really had to struggle much with drugs and the like. But the one good example I have, is the example of wanting the wrong type of girl. I think that this is also my favorite subject. I am such a romantic.

I am more than willing to accept the thought that all of the things I am about to mention are feelings and incidents that are completely isolated to just me. However, all good theories should be considered before rejected. It’s only fair!

I have a habit of “catching” crushes on women who are unhealthy for me. It is a staple of who I am. It is a staple that I’m trying hard to get rid of (or un-staple). I didn’t always understand that my failed relationships and rejection experiences were a result of me chasing after the wrong type of chick, though. There was an honest period of my life where I believed the thought that “I like who I like and there is nothing that can be done about it.” In thinking this I overlooked a very simple truth. I have choice. I cannot control my emotions and how I feel about a girl, but I can choose to not pursue her.

How exactly did I realize that I only chase after girls who will be unhealthy for me? Well, it was pretty easy. I just looked at the pattern of the types of girls that I fancied. I noticed that all of the girls that I would chase had a quality in them where they would not take a very big liking to my personality and inevitably reject me. As in, I like cold and narcissistic girls who will openly devalue me.

Does it sound too complicated or too wacky to be true? Maybe it is. On the other hand, maybe it is spot on. It fit the pattern and accurately predicted the shape of the future relationships that I have had. Isn’t there an expression that starts off  “if it looks like a duck, walks like a duck, and quacks like a duck…?” If something makes sense why seek other sense?

Basically, I’m not saying anything different from what any other guy would say. You may hear one guy say “I don’t know what it is. Every girl I date is mean to me.” I just take it one step further and add a little bit of insightful truth to my statements. For example, I would enhance the above by saying “I chase women who will devalue me because the success of getting them to idealize me creates a feeling in me that I am worth being loved.” Although I bet that in your life travels you will likely hear many more statements like the first rather than my ultra-honest-and-insightful-run-on-mess.

Returning to our original topic, it is most certainly possible to want things that are bad for you. It is a very human thing, but it is also a very fixable thing. I believe that if we do examine our motives and exercise our ability to choose we can actually reverse the negative-wanting effect. The first step, though, always needs to be coming to terms with the want of the negative result and seeing past our own defense mechanisms. That is no simple task.

Oct 202012
 

Recently I feel as though I’ve been around people constantly this past week and I have not really had much time to “de-stress” or “recharge.” Being the introvert that I am I do need periods of time by myself. Without those, usually I find myself starting to gradually lose the ability to cope with the “smaller” things in life.

Usually if I am around people where I feel like I have to be “sociable” or maintain a social front, I tend to be given easier to fatigue than if I’m by myself or around people where I feel like I can truly be “myself.” If situations like this continue for days at a time with little rest, I tend to have too little time in order to process all of the stimuli and I start doing and saying strange things. If I am not doing strange things then I am being excessively quiet and that tends to confuse people and draws an unnecessary amount of attention to me.

Also, during times of strange emotional crises I find that I need to retreat to quiet places in order to first deal with things internally. I am also the type of person who needs to speak with people and seek advice, but it unfortunately needs to be in my own timing. If I feel forced into talking or I feel that it isn’t the appropriate time, I just simply won’t have my thoughts sorted out and won’t be able to say much. It actually does me more harm than good to talk about things when I’m not ready.

This past week was what could be referred to as a “perfect storm.” It was filled with an “emotional crisis” at the head of the week which lead into non-stop social-ness each day of the week with minimal thinking-recharge time. Unfortunately today and tomorrow will also be the same type of crazy-social days. Then there is also the associated anxiety that comes with the territory of needing a good recharge.

Although I would rather not, I may have to adjust my schedule a bit so I’m much more antisocial this coming week. Usually I only require one good day to be alone to recharge when I’m at my worst moments, but I will have to make that judgment call tomorrow. I must admit, it is slightly annoying needing “recharge time” as often as I do. I guess that just proves that I am not a superhero and like everybody else, I require periods of “rest.”

Oct 172012
 

I suppose the real title of this article should be “you can’t run from your problems” or “you can’t run from reality.” Those sound closer to the actual point. I’m not known for getting to the point too quickly sometimes. This is also another story about none other than me.

A very popular fantasy of mine in times of extreme distress is a fantasy about me running away. Usually the fantasy involves relocating somewhere where I can truly feel alone and isolated. Maybe the truth of the matter is that if I had the ability to just run away (or walk away from my life) like that, I actually would. Without saying a word to anybody, I would leave my cell phone and just drive away somewhere and perhaps not come back. It scares me not so much that I have this fantasy, but that it is so appealing to me.

Even before having the fantasy this year, I used to believe that at this time in my life (as in mid 2012) I would be in Japan studying to be a teacher. I had my life-changing Japan trip even semi planned out. I was going to fly to Japan in order to take a very specific test and subsequently use the results to apply to a college in Japan. There I would study to officially teach English formally in a school. I am reminded of this by all of those who I spoke about these plans. I can usually spot those who I did tell because they are the ones asking me why I am still in this country.

The truth is, I am still in America. I have not moved to Japan. I realized a very simple truth, and that truth is that I was only trying to move to Japan to run away from my problems. I am very sure that if I do move to Japan, I would have feel better. I may have even quite a wonderful time for a little while. I will likely study and complete all of the degrees I need to do what I planned. I’m sure that I may even be able to become a formal English teacher the way I wanted.

After some time, though, I would start to repeat the same patterns. I would start to have the same problems in relationships (platonic and romantic alike). I would still start to feel again like I have to run away from my troubles. Nothing internally would have changed so eventually the external would reflect the same.

I am glad that I did not run away to Japan. A lot of things have been happening that have been molding my character. Now I am better able to experience joy even where I am (as in even though I am not in Japan). What I had to learn was not that my environment was awful and that I needed to run away, which can sometimes actually be the case even, but I needed to learn that I needed a change on the inside. I needed to be different and come to the realization that I have the ability to change my environment to be more comfortable. I needed to  understand that I have the choice and ability to change the shape of my own relationships and my environment to enjoy even where I am in life.

Of course, the goal of life is not to achieve the ultimate comfort, at least my goal is not to do that. Being healthy or wanting to be healthy does not always mean making the most comfortable choices. However, even though things can be uncomfortable, there can be a joy in things. Most times the change to have this join requires first a change on the inside, as I keep saying in this blog.

So, to sum it all up, your problems that come from the inside, or rather the internal struggles that continue on from un-confronted issues, will follow you where ever you go. They are a part of you until they are faced and dealt with. I believe all people are given a choice. That is choice is the choice between living a blind life of internal struggles or deciding to experience freedom.

Oct 102012
 

I am a narcissist. Not all of my character is completely narcissistic, but there are certainly components of it quite heavily at play on a day-to-day basis. Does this mean that I am egotistical, vain, conceited, and downright selfish? Do I sit in the mirror every day so consumed with self-love that I stare at my own reflection for hours telling myself how beautiful and wonderful I am? No, in fact it’s quite the opposite.

As a child, I loved the story of Narcissus as a beginning of where the term narcissism is derived in English. Roughly, the story tells of the character Narcissus who was renowned for his beauty. In the story he found his own reflection in a pool of water where he fell in love with it, and could not stop looking at it. Being able to do nothing but look at  his own reflection, eventually Narcissus died. This story is told to be the origin of the word narcissist.

As with all things in psychology, not all diagnoses are black and white. I do not posses all of the traits that a narcissist is said to. As time goes on and I develop more (mentally and emotionally) I also find myself possessing even fewer qualities of a narcissist. However, there are some qualities that I still possess. One trait in particular that I struggle with and even more-so struggled with as a child is the defense mechanism of idealizing and devaluing.

Narcissists, like most people with personality disorders, are narcissists because of childhood trauma. At a young age, narcissists are taught (usually by the parents) that they will need to exist as a false self that the world will “admire” and “love.” Desperate for love, as we all are, the child will confirm to the false notion that the only way to receive love is to pretend. Emotion and self-expression are thrown out of the window in the process. Thus a narcissist is born.

The now adult-narcissist carries with him his false exterior but empty core. The narcissist lacks the required natural love-and-security-within that tells him that he is good regardless of the opinions of others. Instead what the narcissist has is merely an empty shell that needs to be upheld by others. In other words, narcissists require the admiration and esteem of others to keep them from “falling apart.” Nobody wants to fall apart, so narcissists will do everything in their power even subconsciously to prevent that from happening.

For a narcissist, the truth about his emptiness and false way of living must never be sought or found out. Nobody must know the secret, not even he himself can know. For this reason defense mechanisms need to be put in place to cover up the cracks where this truth could potentially shine through. The most important thing to a narcissist is self survival (as with most healthy human beings). One defense mechanism that I subscribe to as well is splitting, or rather categorizing people into only two black-and-white types of either idealized or devalued.

A person who is idealized by a narcissist will be considered to be “completely good.” A narcissist will exaggerate good qualities in a person and ignore the bad. He will view the idealized person as somebody to give him the appropriate admiration and “love” in order to fill the lack-thereof internally. Idealized people will be showered with compliments by the narcissist doing the idealization. These compliments are meant to attract the idealized person as well as to prompt reciprocation.

At the other end of the extreme is the devalued person. A narcissist will devalue a person who threatens his rigid way of life. Keep in mind narcissists need to live very rigid lives in order to keep up the facade of completion and healthiness. In order to ensure that there can be no doubt in the mind of a narcissist that his rules of living are superior, those who do not follow the same rules become devalued. People who are devalued by a narcissist will serve the reverse function of the idealized group. A narcissist will reject his devalued group of people and he will be secure and confident in being better than them.

Not being capable of being a complex person himself and having a free range of emotions, a narcissist will use that same standard for the rest of the world. A narcissist will not see people as being complex but will only see the “whole picture” as being black-and-white, or rather idealized or devalued. Unfortunately this is harmful for the people who interact with the narcissist as well as the narcissist himself.

I myself have experienced both being idealized and devalued by a narcissist as I’m sure everybody has as well. I have concluded that it is much more “fun” to be idealized. Being that I have some narcissistic qualities myself, I identify with both extremes easily. I will become big-headed when being idealized by a narcissist and extremely dejected when being devalued. I have grown to not enjoy both, however. I find myself longing to be thought of as a complex person made up of good and bad points. That is who I am. I would much rather people see me and accept me for who I am.

Psychology uses the term narcissism to describe both normal self-love and unhealthy self-absorption. But I’d like to propose here that unhealthy narcissism is not a self-absorption, but rather it is an obsession with the lack of self-love and emptiness. It is a crisis that needs to be understood thought of differently in society.

Narcissists are not the way they are because they want to be. They do not act the way they do because they realize and enjoy what it does in others. In other words, narcissists are not evil people. They are not to become social outcasts and branded with a letter.

As a first hand experience in what it  is like to be a narcissist I will offer my own experience. I myself have also done things like classifying (splitting) people into the category of idealized and devalued.  Usually for me it becomes manifested in the “banishing” of people from my life. I have pushed away even the closest of friends because they became devalued in my eyes, and sometimes at no fault of theirs.

When I am around people who I idealize and those people shower me with compliments and admiration I will have a normal level of self-confidence (or sometimes an elevated level of self confidence bordering grandiose). The problem with this is that I am also a self-aware introvert. Recently I’ve been spending even more time than usual by myself. It is forcing me to contend with the hard fact that when I am by myself and I have no external “narcissistic supply” of love, I feel empty. It is not a type of emptiness that is “comfortable” or “comforting.” It is a terrible emptiness. Sometimes it feels as though I am going to disappear. It is as though I do not exist as a person. This  is the severity of the crisis of a narcissist.

Of course, as I grow and I challenge these feelings, I find myself having them less and less. Eventually I plan on not having them at all. I plan on having a complete internal supply of love. As I understand it, this is the goal essentially of all human beings whether or not they wish to admit it.

Now, at this point, although we have all of the components to end this article here-and-now, I would like to offer up, as usual, “the balance.” There is such a thing as healthy narcissism. It is okay to want compliments from people. In fact, if we as humans did not receive any compliments whatsoever we would naturally assume that we are doing something wrong. This would be a healthy and natural assumption.

Compliments are a generally good thing and should be given to people freely. It is okay to want to receive compliments and to want to receive them. It is also okay to behave in a way that one might receive them. However, the issue comes about when there is a dependency on the compliments and the approval of others. When there is a crisis from a lack of such things.

Narcissists are not people to be feared or hated. They are not men and women who have such a high self-opinion that they need to be brought down and “put in their place.” In fact it is the opposite. They need to be brought up in a healthy way. Narcissists need love, just like the rest of humanity. They should not be penalized for what they are. I do believe with enough healthy love (which takes many faces) a narcissist will be able to eventually internalize the love and become cured. Helping a narcissist helps more than just the narcissist. It betters society as a collective. The helped narcissist will also be eternal grateful. I know I would be.

Oct 102012
 

I love not being the center of attention. It brings me joy to do things for, but not in the view of others. I love to operate in the shadows of “great men,” and defer credit. Doing “nice” things for people without them ever finding out is something that I excel at.

At face value, it does sound kind of nice and amazing. It makes me feel like I must have enough confidence in myself that I do not need the approval of others. It sounds like I have it all figured out. That is until I examine my motives more closely and I am greeted with a less pleasant reality.

The reality is that I do have a kind heart. My desire is to build up others without needing to take anything in return. I do honestly enjoy doing things that will be a benefit to even just one person. It is not as though my intentions cannot be completely healthy. I would like to state for the record that this is not an article about how I am undeserving of things and must be looked at under a microscope for some serious “fault-finding.”

The balance is this, the giving-of-myself is a great thing, but at the same time I find it hard to “receive.” As in, I exist in the shadows of “great men” because I believe that I am not a great man. I become uncomfortable when the same type of giving that I do is offered by others to me seemingly unwarranted. For example, when I am given credit, I immediately try to discredit.

Let me give a real life example which I believe I may have written about here already. Let us say that I am arranging a birthday party (or any other event) for myself. I would become very anxious about doing so. I would have trouble inviting people, even those who are close to me. I would be uncomfortable attending the event even. On the other hand, if I were asked to plan a party for another person I would do so with great ease and joy. It would go as far as making it my “mission in life.”

Is this scenario an hyperbole? Unfortunately, no. It is a “recap of recent events.” I became a little bit sick nearing my own birthday dinner this year. It was a good thing, however, that I felt that way. It helped me to understand more about how I think. After all, if it were just a slight discomfort it would have passed by unnoticed likely.

If I were to “dig into the past” I’m sure I could find the roots of where this all started. It does sound like a relationship-type patterned after the one I had with my mother. As with most things, there is a starting point. But there are some things that I need to understand about the rules of giving and receiving and the selfishness involved with not being receptive to the goodness of others.

In an “if the tables were turned” scenario, truly if I were trying to offer something to another person it would feel much better if the person accepted and not rejected it. As in, just like when giving a birthday gift or even one’s own time to another it feels much better when the gift is received well and not denied. In fact, in the society I live in it is considered rude to turn down birthday gifts. Why would it be different for anything else?

Of course, on the other side of the spectrum there are things that are done with selfish intentions and motives. Like a gift given or an act done with the intention of receiving glory for it. Having somewhat of a narcissistic personality myself I understand how this type of behavior could “feel good.” Perhaps somebody may argue and say “Either way, what does it matter what the intention is? ‘Good’ is being done.” But it does matter. In a scenario of a secret motive, the person who is doing the act with a secret motive is actually being harmed. True credit-giving comes from within (oneself). This should be the goal.

Giving and receiving must be done in a healthy balance. Nobody ever considers the dangerous of being “too charitable.” It is possible to give too much. The penalty of which is having a lack. Giving too much of one’s time, for example, causes no time, stress, and eventually a breakdown. Giving too much of one’s energy causes fatigue and eventually unwillingness. The dangers of giving too much are not always evident, but this is not proof of their non-existence.

So in this balance it is much better to have both. I have learned only in recent years that there are those who want to give simply because they want to. Learning how to receive these things is an important part of giving. After all, if in the world only existed giving there would be none to receive.

Oct 062012
 

Internet piracy is a very hot topic these days. Recently, there have been articles like this one stating that even Japan has been cracking down more on piracy with its people. The following article shows Japan to be instating the following new policy.

Japan-based internet users who download copyright infringing files face up to two years in prison or fines of up to two million yen ($25,700; £15,900) after a change to the law.

In the United States we have had similar things like SOPA and PIPA. These are bills that if passed will severely limit the freedom of the Internet not just for the United States, but for the entire world. The issue of Internet Piracy aside, if these bills are passed they will severely undermine the very natural rights given to all human beings. There will be those who will decide what web pages will be acceptable for viewing and what web pages will be outlawed. The world will simply have no choice. It will be forced to comply because web sites will simply just stop working.

The truth of the matter is, even without these bills your rights can be violated. I have friends who have had authorities come to their house and confiscate their equipment without giving a reason. Internet Piracy can cost you a pretty penny if you are “found out” even in The States as it is. I would suggest to nobody to ever try Internet Piracy. It can be very risky business. You may be paying for your Internet service, but your ISP is legally required to provide all information about you to “an authority” if necessary.

So why is it that people are so concerned with Internet Piracy? Is it the “little people” who are simply just upset because they cannot make an honest living? Is it the “upright and moral” of the world who are claiming that “stealing” is wrong? Surely those who backed bills like SOPA are the “do-gooders” of the world trying to save the world from all illegal activities online like sex trafficking, drug trafficking, and child pornography.

Unfortunately, this is not the case. According to Wikipedia the major supporters included Motion Picture Association of America, the Recording Industry Association of America, Entertainment Software Association, etc. If we even trace Internet Piracy lawsuits further back to when Napster (one of the first “mainstream” mediums for Internet Piracy) was around we see that a band named Metallica were the ones to sue Napster. Even though Napster was only providing a medium with which Internet Piracy could be used, Napster did lose the lawsuit.

In my opinion, declaring that Napster is the reason that Metallica’s music is being “stolen” is equivalent to saying that Apache (the HTTP server) is the reason that there is pornography on the Internet. To liken it to something less technical, it would be equivalent to deciding that cars are the reason that people die. Napster simply didn’t have enough money to contend, and eventually lost their case.

Herein lies another lesson. If you disagree with Anti-Piracy rules in any country and engage in activities to bend them on a large scale by providing ways to increase piracy, you are effectively going up against people with much more money than you have. If we have learned anything by living in society, it is that greater wealth means greater influence. Unless you believe in miracles, you are destined to lose. Be prepared for such.

No matter where you are in the world you will be subjected to this rule. As proof let me offer up as an example an organization called The Pirate Bay. The Pirate Bay is a medium for illegal downloading and they are very upfront about it as well. They are (or at least were) hosted in Sweden and Swedish laws seem to be much more lenient in when it comes to Internet Piracy. It is noteworthy that Sweden even has a political party called The Pirate Party.

Even though The Pirate Bay existed in Sweden and were protected by the Swedish government, they were still not untouchable. In May of 2006 The Pirate Bay servers were raided and confiscated. Major players of the organizations stood trial. They were later on found guilty of the crimes thrown on them by their accusers.

The four operators of the site were convicted by Stockholm district court on 17 April 2009 and sentenced to one year in jail each and a total of 30 million Swedish kronor (approximately US$3.5 million, €2.7 million) in fines and damages. The court found that the defendants were all guilty of accessory to crime against copyright law, strengthened by the commercial and organized nature of the activity.

However, today The Pirate Bay still stands. Their famous web site is still up and running and doing business as usual. The trial only served to create martyrs out of The Pirate Bay. Later on in the same year after their servers were confiscated, to support some hackers even responded by taking down the web site of the Swedish police. Internet Piracy is no closer to being ended than it was before the lawsuit began. The only difference is, people went to jail and people got paid.

The problem is as long as there is The Internet there will be Internet Piracy. If a law is passed outlawing all torrents (a popular medium for Internet Piracy), Internet Pirates will shift to use something else. If SOPA or PIPA become passed, Pirates will find another way to distribute pirated media. For every crafty man that exists to make a law or means to prevent it, three or four exist to create a way around it. This is the unavoidable truth.

What can be done then to stop Internet Piracy completely? Well, there is one thing. Most of the world will be opposed to it, though. The solution is this, don’t try to stop it. Make better quality products that people will want to spend money on to support.

Now, before you go off and start ranting about how I’m a crazy pirate and a socialist let me explain myself. I would like to state that I do not promote the “theft” of intellectual property. People work hard on things and they deserve credit for it. Every laborer also deserves his hire. But I think we can discover the solution to our problem using the concept we see in Open Source Software.

Open Source Software is software that is given out for free. Not only is it given out for free, but the coding (as in the instructions that make up the software) are given out also for free! The majority of people designing open source software hold real jobs. In fact, they are self motivated and most devote their spare time to making open source software! As in, they don’t even get paid for it and they still do it!

What is the result? Good quality software that can be shared by anybody. The code is out there for anybody to see. This means that the programmers have no choice but to make their software of good quality. After all, if there are bugs in it a hacker could discover them much easier having the coding behind it. Because of this operating systems like GNU/Linux that are based completely on open source software are some of the most secure operating systems around to date. And they are completely free!

Open source software is protected under a copyright called The GNU GPL which basically state the following for all coding.

Nobody should be restricted by the software they use. There are four freedoms that every user should have:

  • the freedom to use the software for any purpose,
  • the freedom to change the software to suit your needs,
  • the freedom to share the software with your friends and neighbors, and
  • the freedom to share the changes you make.

As in, you can use the software, modify it, give it out, but you can’t distribute it as your own and charge money for it. Usually what you see under these circumstances is that users will even credit the original authors of the software. It is a system that has been around since the beginning of “software.”

How does open source make money? Well, some companies offer the code for free but the support services on the software they offer as a paid service. So their employees still make money developing the software because the company receives profit. Some open source organizations simply just work on a donate system. That’s how Wikipedia runs and Wikipedia seems to always meet their yearly goal of millions of dollars in funding.

Taking open source software as an example, we can see that if a product is good enough people will want to pay for it. In fact, according to this article and this article, the on-line piracy of anime has actually increased anime DVD sales! As in, people like what they see so much that despite having it pirated and the freedom to watch it whenever, they still opt to purchase the DVDs. Is this not directly contrary to what would seem to be true?

In conclusion, I’m not a socialist and I’m not an idealist. I’m just simply saying that the only way to end Internet Piracy is to actually make a product that people will want to buy. If you do that, then people will buy it and you will get paid. On the other hand, if you make bad movies or music and people have the option using the Internet to pirate it instead of spending money on a DVD, BluRay, or CD then prepare to watch your profits skyrocket down.

Oct 062012
 

Last night I had a very strange dream. I haven’t been dreaming and remembering much lately so it’s something that is a little rare. Since I still remember it I will try and write it here as best I can. Hopefully I’ll remember it in good enough detail that becomes at least a little entertaining.

It felt like another end-of-the-world dream. I used to have those much more frequently than I do nowadays. The theme is very dark and far into the future. The feeling is that society “as we know it” has collapsed and there is now no central government anywhere in the world. There are only groups of people helping each other out for a “common good.” This is common knowledge for me in this dream.

Keep in mind that as you read this you may be tempted to think it’s a nightmare. It is not a nightmare. My nightmares are much worse. Perhaps one day I will be “fortunate” enough” to remember a nightmare so that you may compare. Although my nightmares are no joke, as they say.

From what I remember, the dream starts off in an apartment. I am using a flashlight to provide light for myself to see because there is no electricity and it is nighttime. A group of guys who are also residents and the “protectors” of the apartment are scrambling around. I recognize all of them as being my friends (in real life). They are looking for a group of monsters who have somehow gotten into the apartment and are terrorizing the other residents. They all have flashlights as well. Flashlights were also apparently the way to destroy these monsters.

I traveled into the basement of the apartment and could sense that the monsters were there. At that point I went back to grab a flashlight which I knew would be brighter to exterminate the monsters quicker. I knew that by using a superior flashlight I would be able to defeat the monsters easier than the others who lived in the apartment. Upon getting the flashlight I ran to the basement and found the monsters in an underground kitchen. I started killing them by shining the super-flashlight’s light on them. The monsters melted as I did.

While in the process of monster-killing I was lifted up and out of the apartment scene almost as if being pulled up by a mysterious hand. Slowly I saw the monsters in the kitchen below me get smaller and smaller and finally I was placed onto a giant bridge in the middle of the ocean. The bridge looked like it spanned quite some miles. It was in turmoil because there was a storm beating down upon it. It was also closed at several points for “public safety.”

The storm raged all around the bridge. There was rain coming from all angles and the winds were loud and harsh. The storm was very fierce. It was very apparent that the bridge was not going to hold up for much longer.

The bottom section of the bridge, where I was placed, was separated much like the different levels of a parking garage. Some levels were slightly higher than others. On each “level” was a group of people waiting out the storm. I looked upon one group of people and I had a feeling that they no longer cared for their own lives and were fed up with living. All of them had been given automatic weapons (machine guns) for protection. I saw some of them taking pictures while making jokes with their machine guns pretending that they were going to shoot themselves in the head.

I became angry and yelled out to a friend (who is not only a friend in real life also but was mysteriously at this point with me) saying “Are these people nuts? What if the gun misfires?” I ran over to the people taking pictures with their guns to stop them from further foolishness, but as I was doing so as if the bridge could no longer hold up in the storm it started collapsing all around me.

I knew at that point the best thing for me to do would be to find my car and try and drive out of there. I searched with my friend (the same one mentioned above) to try and find my car where I believe I parked it last. I circled the same area of the parking garage over and over. When I thought I had finally found my car, a piece of the bridge above broke and fell right before me.

In a panic, I tried to find anything still sticking up from the rubble proving that my car was indeed crushed. I noticed then the back end of a car that looked exactly like mine sticking up in the debris. I ran over to confirm the license place number and found that it was indeed my car that had been crushed.

Instead of being filled with anger and disappointment that my car was crushed, I knew at that point that I had been circling around my car this whole time and never finding it. If I had found and gotten into my car I would have been crushed by the debris from above. I fell onto my knees and beat my chest in joy that I had been spared death. I beat my chest and screamed into the heavens until finally I became unconscious as the rain and winds continued to ravage the bridge.

I awoke alone with a safe feeling in the upstairs of a house. In front of me news of the bridge and how it collapsed completely was being displayed on a television in the same room where I awoke. The storm had apparently ended, but not without taking as many casualties as it could. I had again been spared.

A man walked into the room and handed me some food. He said some comforting words to me mentioning he was glad that I was still alive. I do not recognize this man, nor do I remember what he said. But I do know that he had rescued me and brought me from the bridge as well as my friend.

As he left the room I sat by myself on the bed that I awoke on staring at the television in the room. I thought to myself that for the rest of my life there will be storms, monsters, and tragedies that will follow me around. These two experiences that I had would not be isolated ones. I would have to grow used to dealing with them. With a hopeless feeling, I lamented my situation and then I awoke in my bed in the real world.

 

Oct 042012
 

When I was younger I had a pretty tough time sleeping at night. I was what you would call an “insomniac.” I would lie on my bed, close my eyes and for hours sleep just would not come. After a while I grew used to not sleeping and would just spend most of my time watching television. This all changed though when I discovered “the trick.”

Now, “the trick” is actually a little bit embarrassing to explain as it is quite an unorthodox way to fall asleep. Usually when I tell people about it they respond by saying “oh that’ll never work for me.” I have actually never heard of any reports of it succeeding for anybody at all. Maybe I’m just not good at explaining it. Perhaps maybe “the trick” only works for me. Regardless, if it works for me it is bound to work for somebody else. Let me try and explain it the best I can.

“The trick” is simply just this. When I am lying down and my eyes are closed I start to have a fantasy. I choose to fantasize about something that relaxes me. Most times I fantasize about being some sort of superhero and saving people, namely people I want to impress, from harm. This particular fantasy is one that I have all of the time so I know it’s one that I’ll enjoy. Another person may choose to fantasize about something else, like perhaps riding a horse.

Now, just fantasizing about anything in general will actually keep me up. It has to be something in specific that is soothing or I will end up becoming insanely unfocused and my mind would wander to places that may give me anxiety and keep me awake. The proper fantasy type is key.

Once the fantasy is decided, the next step is to be detailed about the players of the fantasy and the situation. Usually I spend a minute or two just deciding who the characters appearing in it will be, where and when it will be, and what the situation is. For example, my more recent fantasies have been about fighting with swords and jumping from rooftop to rooftop all the while saving friends from doom and destruction. My fantasies that I would have as a child were a bit less eventful and involved things like me surfing on top of school buses. For either type, I would usually use familiar scenery and the current time period.

Next comes the part that makes me fall asleep. I simply let the fantasy play out. As the fantasy plays out I watch it like I am watching a television. All of my focus is placed entirely on watching this fantasy and imagining the images almost as if I was watching them on a television. Since all of my focus is placed on observing this fantasy, before long I become unconscious.

There you have it. There is “the trick.” I have had an incredibly good success rate using it, but your mileage may vary. For more about what I usually fantasize about, I also wrote a whole article on that.