Binary Exodus

Manifesto

2006-08-26T15:28:00.000-07:00

So much of my life is spent chasing the blinking line. I'm always almost there. Never will I be able to reach forward and grab it. I am beginning to think that I will pass quietly in pursuit of the line, which blinks incessantly at me as if to say "I'm sorry, try again". While there is no real point in chasing, I feel compelled to do so, like a runner who runs without any good reason for it.

It is the great chase which I seem to insist on repeating everyday I walk this earth. While I am never completed, never fulfilled, never victorious. I get a sense of calm from the thought that the byproduct of today's little jaunt down the track may help guide another wayward soul in their quest for absolution.

Chasing

2006-08-04T18:43:00.000-07:00

Have you ever woken up in the night at a wholly unreasonable time and had no choice but to lie there unable to venture back to dreamland where you rightfully should be. To walk on the cusp of consciousness, constantly only slightly aware of the world around you, either of them. My life.

"Nearly there, through the rabbit hole... and there."

"Class... notes... 'when will that old hag shut her mouth'. This shirt is pretty soft and... black."

"Wow, look how far up this is, that stalk wont hold us for long. Climbing. London a very peculiar place to be... Especially with you."

"Damn that's a huge eraser. Whens lunch. Twenty more minutes, why do I bother with this crap... I could write cir c l e s ar o u n d th i s ssssss..."

"A knife that's not a good thing to wave like that, someone might see you. No I don't care I won't report you. Woah, watch where you swing that those are illegal over here"

"Ten more minutes. Lets stay with the class through these... Don't see why though... Bite your tounge the pain keeps you here. Oh well..."

"Are you crazy, I we never were anything. Watch it... HEEEE P P P. Cough, blood, choke"

'FUCK!!!'

'Mr. Campbell I'm appalled, remove yourself'

'Thats cool'

Formerly Known As...

2006-08-04T18:19:00.000-07:00

The blog is having a name change of sorts. I have decided the name of the blog should be the name in the url. So this is no longer known as Simply Translucent Normality and will from here on be known as Binary Exodus as was originally intended. Those of you who Link over here please be kind enough to change the links... And while I am doing a little house keeping I would like to plug three blogs I read regularly, and just so happen to be kept by close friends of mine.

Lamar Blogom by Michael
Mind of Ben by Ben
Untitled by Ashley

DewUp, DewAp, DewOp,

2006-08-04T17:25:00.000-07:00

Its been a while since my last post primarily because most of my writing attention has been focused on a magazine. I also have a pesky little problem of not being home long enough to realize that my blog is sitting there untouched. Tonight is different because I am going out of town tomorrow morning for eight days. Which means there wont be another post until next Sunday when I will probably be sitting at home bored of my ass, too tired to go out and live. Onto bigger and better things; Boobs!!! In the not so literal since.

A boob is essentially a dumbass but in British slang from a time near the eighties. Intelligence, contrary to popular belief is not accurately gaged by grades or test scores, some of the smartest people in the world have done poorly in school for one reason or another. Einstein failed geometry, Newton didn't graduate grammar school officially, Mark Twain dropped out after only completing grade five. Stephen Hawking who is generally considered the greatest mind of our time was confined to a wheelchair and needed a computer to talk for him. In order to stop throwing names like pennies down a well I will get to the point. I do not think it is right for society to tell assume someone daft simply because of a mark on paper. In fact, fuck society because anyone idiotic enough to concede to meeting the status quo by limiting their potential so greatly isn't any friend of mine.

Back to boobs because hey, who doesn't love to talk about them... So I have noticed lately that the vast majority of society does not ever stop to consider. Society as a whole turns on the television, that wonderful portal to nothingness, and sees that they should be America's next top model. If not that then that the proper way to live you life is to have very promiscuous sex constantly because either your a desperate housewife or a P.I.M.P. I am scared to see this generation blossoms into adulthood. I can guarantee it will not be reminiscent of roses so much as maybe an Afghan opium flower. Do people not realize that there is more to life than getting a ten minute make over so that you can go get crunked and wake up pregnant requesting a spot on Springer. Alas boobs make the world go round and give us rather flat chested people something to rant about.

Thanks for reading my blog because if you got this far I can guarantee that you are no boob, and therefore are someone I am glad to see as a colleague in the experiment that is life.

It Happens,
-Chris

... wow ...

2006-07-20T00:26:00.000-07:00

-To Sarah,

I was going to put up one about love in general, but I decided you deserved something direct, so this is for you...

With my Heart,
-Christopher L Campbell

You don't leave my mind from the moment I wake up to the moment I fall asleep. If I could remember my dreams I'm sure they would be about you. You ask me why I love you. What am I supposed to say? Is it meant to be? Is it physical? Random chance? Just nerves in my brain firing in the perfect way?

Well... Your beautiful inside and out. From your curly hair to the fancy little paint on your toes. I love you... The way you squint up your face when you smile. They way your cheeks go rosy when I tell you your cute. The way you get all quiet and try to talk through near tears after you realize I care. The way you try to be mad when I let you win. The way you dress up even though you don't have to. The way you sing to me. The way you dance. The way you look at me, with your adorable brown eyes. How you tell me everything. You make me smile when I'm sad. The way you tell me about your dreams. The way we can talk. They way we can sit there and look at each other not saying a word. How you always make me comfortable even when I normally would go crazy. How you let me be myself. The way you bite your lip when I compliment you. Your eyes. The way you seem to miss your mouth when you eat. The way you look when your slightly embarrassed. Your cute little ears, always with great little earrings. Your beautiful hair, smelling like girly shampoo. The way we fight without anger. The way you get exited about arbitrary things. Your romanticism. The way we just seem to work. I love you through and through.

I've never felt like this, I hesitate to say what it is, but I know. This is love. I cant let this go, you mean too much to me. I understand we are different but I would go to the ends of the earth for you, I truly would. “How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you? Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?”

I want to be your everything.

Vinyl

2006-07-17T10:24:00.000-07:00

'Please do not be alarmed. '

'Remain calm, do not attempt to leave the dance floor.'

'The DJ booth is commencing a troubleshoot test of the entire system. '

'Sometime while the party was in progress an unidentified frequency appeared in the system.'

'Many of you may have been too brainwashed to comprehend this frequency, which has become a threat to our society as we know it.'

'This frequency has been used by a secret society in conjunction with the rest to lure and prey on innocent particles with hypnotism, lies, scandal, and pornography.'

'While the party is still in progress we will keep you updated on our current status.'

Qwerty

2006-07-11T10:44:00.000-07:00

Is simply the keyboard archetype we commonly see today. 'Qwerty' as it is called was not always the layout used on keyboards. Once there was a 'davork' design and lets not forget the old ABC keyboard. Why dose the world use qwerty? Well some millionaire bought out the market and now we are dependent on the standard. Think about it...

Perfume

2006-07-11T09:57:00.000-07:00

'I awoke.'

'Where am I?'

'Find the key', a feminine voice echoed through my head.

'What key', I stuttered inaudibly.

'Find It!', blasted through my mind.

I commenced my search. Rolling over I examine her hair, no key. Sitting up the walls are blue, no key in sight. Struggling for strength the desk comes in focus, medication is strewn haphazardly amongst cables leading in all directions.

I fall. The ground is cold. Lights flicker from the machine illuminating the grime marked wood. The key!, I am reminded with a surge like needles in my spine. Silence. The key is in the wire. I begin to chew, Eww.

There must be a better way. I crawl forward. Wet. A puddle..., It's Blood..., my blood..., my hand. A razor has bitten me. THE KEY, this time it hurts. Fumbling with the razor, I dive. Regaining my control midfall. Like a knife through butter the wire is severed. A key appears abruptly as if to say 'Don't Fall.'

'I wake up.'

What The Hell People?

2006-06-21T11:06:00.000-07:00

Insecurities... why are we all so insecure. I have never understood why people think so poorly of themselves, it can't be beneficial to your health. The fact that we all do it shows that no one actually knows themselves, living in a world of negatives is a genuinely bad idea. Why do smart people think they're dumb?, why do popular people feel they have no friends?, why do funny people find themselves boring?, and why do beautiful people think they're ugly?

The problem lies in the fact that it is simply easier to think you're worse than somebody else, than to claim your the best. Even those who make claims of grandeur are shot down by society as cocky and full of themselves. Why do we do this? Are we so afraid someone might be better at something than us, heaven forbid. Anyway, it annoys me to hear friends moan about how they aren't smart enough or aren't pretty enough, I think the real reason is that no one compliments anyone anymore. My writing for instance, while I generally regard it as simply adequate it makes me feel good when someone says that they really like it. Shouldn't we all feel good? I think the entire world should be content with who they are. Which is why for the last couple months of my life I have truly been content with myself, but I have noticed this doesn't last forever. I find myself coming up short, questioning my intelligence, wondering why if I'm an all around good guy why I have the problems I do.

The main thing on my mind as I write this is that ok, I'm fat, I get it. Do I care? Not Really, it seems however that my looks are always what people know me for, I'm not Chris the guy who's fucking crazy with computers, or Chris who's smart as a mother fucker, or even 'yeah that Chris, he's a pretty nice guy'. No I'm Big Chris, the heavy one, or some other derogatory play on words, the thing is I'm not really offended by the names, hell most of the time I embrace them, but at a certain point dose the physical overpower the rest? Hell if I set my mind to it I could be built as hell in a month or so, but would that change me, no. If I was graced with being attractive on top of all my other redeeming qualities people would see me as the good looking one, and still not for much else. Its really a double edged sword and a sort of game you have to play until you meet people who will look past and see you for you, until then be happy for what you have because the other option is 6 feet under and thats no place to be.

In short, compliment your friends, on anything, shove it down their throats until they believe it, because its probably the truth. Also look past the outside to see who people really are, you might just find something you like. As a side note, make a whole lot of friends, because it never hurts to have people around, especially people who care about you.

Spread the love people because life is frittering away everyday...

In My Opinion...

2006-06-20T19:04:00.000-07:00

In an age of worldwide mega-corporations and multi-national alliances, where do the people come in. Americans of all races and religions, male and female, want to live in an America where they are free to do as they please within reason. An America where their kids can go to good schools, where everyone can move up and down the social ladder and earn a wage equal to what they deserve. An America where jobs are plentiful and housing is affordable. An America where the average person can have some luxury without falling into massive debts.

We need to stop exporting jobs, stop allowing multi nationals to trample our sovereignty , raise minimum wage, re-open American factories, and stop depending on foreign oil when a reusable resource is in abundance here. We need to raise immigration limits to allow more people to come here legally while we guard the borders, north and south, to keep illiegals out.

The pledge of allegiance says god, if you don't want to say it then don't, that's your right. Don't however try to change a piece of history whether you agree with it or not. Its written into our constitution that we should bear arms, this dose not mean every American should own an AK-47 but it dose mean that responsible people should be allowed to own guns within reason. Women deserve abortions if they want and this option is actually better then having them give birth and orphaning the child. People who wish to commit euthanasia should be able to. Homosexuals are people with rights and should be able to marry as everyone else dose.

I believe that retirement is up to the individual not the youth of the country. Health care should not be the job of the state, but should be affordable and regulated. Organ donations after death should be mandatory unless religiously opposed so that they are available to a larger portion of the population. Welfare and unemployment should be reformed so as to encourage people to get jobs and not allow them to burden the taxpayers by living off it indefinitely.

We should not pull out from Iraq. We should get people on board who are knowledgeable about the Iraqi people and culture. We should stop paying egregious amounts to privet war manufacturers and the government should open its own factories to cut the middle man out and actually supply the war themselves. If a soldier needs body armor, hell I'll get behind the machine to make it for them. Finish up in Iraq, stop peacekeeping for the world. Pledge American support to the United Nations for future operations and rebuild diplomatic relations with all countries. Don't send foreign aid to dictators who horde it, send food supplies and workers along with troops to defend them, to the people who need it. What about Darfur, 'what no oil, let the UN handle that'.

Lastly develop common sense Americans, don't elect politicians to seats over and over to see nothing done. Better candidates are out there, you don't need an R or D next to your name to win, get behind real people who aren't tainted by special interest.

Peace, I'm Out

Corn

2006-06-20T17:22:00.000-07:00

... Is the word which I think most accurately describes the mood I am currently in. Why, you may ask well it is simply that I do not know what to do. I don't want to sound overly trite with 'leet' ramblings about how bored I am, because I'm not. I would say I'm somewhere between content and melancholy, probably the same somewhere people who move to Millwalke are, because seriously is there a more drab location.

Onto the reason I am feeling this way, the same reason any sober teenager feels anything, this being relationships. To inaccurately quote an old song by someone whose name eludes me at the moment. I've got three women on my mind; one who wants to love me, one who wants to stone me, and one whose a friend of mine. If I remember right its really seven and the artist goes on to give the advice 'take it easy' which is exactly what I have decided to do. I am not alone in this quandary for I'm sure many have faced it before me and many more will come to face it. I've Found myself pondering if it would actually work out, why we stopped talking, and if being friends is a good idea. The truth is that I am unsure, I think it would help, as a friend pointed out, if I knew weather I wanted a relationship or simply the companionship it would provide. In the end I think it will take more than a post on blogspot to sort through my thoughts, I just hope that whatever needs to occur dose so fast because I am sick of thinking about it.