Curry Wurst

So today I went up the giant TV tower. I'm not sure if it functions as a TV tower (or even if it EVER functioned as one...) but it's really tall, probably taller then the space needle. Or it sure seemed to be. There's an inclosed observation deck on top. I haven't seen one clowd since my arrival, so it was a perfectly clear morning, but there is a lot of smog in the air. It was kind of surprizing. (the "z" key and the "y" key are exactly reversed. And the "quote marks" are over the number 2) After the TV tower I went to the national museum. Got to see some old shit. Then went to a restaraunt and ate a dish that's popular with the locals, it was a curry wurst with stewed potatoes with onions and bacon. And a large beer. All for 12.50. It was pretty rad. Another funny thing is that you can tip completely shitty and they really don't care :) After that I found my way back on the subway, getting to know that better. Now I'm just chilling at my hotel. Every place is closed on Sundays. A couple restaraunts are open, but that's pretty much it.

One funny thing I'm starting to notice is that I'm helpless to pronounce the names of the streets. When I hear them said over the speaker at the subway stations bearuing their name, I can barely understand. The names of the streets are starting to look more like pictures then words. I mean, they're clearly letters in a row, but it's easier to just know what Ebertstraße looks like rather then how to say it.

Why I'm Smiling :)

Hey peeps,

I'm in my hotel bar using the house computer. Saw the footprint of the Berlin wall today. Kinda weird to be standing where people used to be shot for going near. East Berlin (the old Communist side) is now the hot spot for tourists with shopping and sights and the whole 9. Pretty interesting shit.

So, if you were wondering what the thing that was that was making me smile, here it is: I met a very wonderful woman named Laura. Her presence in my life has been extremely positive, and as we are getting to know one another, it seems like the sweetness keeps unfolding to reveil more sweetness. If you're lucky enough to meet her, then you'll be... well... lucky. She's pretty much a shining becon of sweetness and tenderness. Yeah, I'm smiling. Big. Shit eating smiles.

Anyway, I got to see part of where the Berlin wall was today. Literally just a line in the sidewalk. Kinda surreal to be standing on the east side, knowing it used to be desolate and repressed. Now the East side is a buzzing hive of activity, lots of sights, hystoric and otherwise.

This computer I'm using doesn't have spell check on this web site. I know I'm a ridiculously bad speller, so just bare with me. I think you'll get the picture...

I'll try to get on here more while I'm in Berlin.

Berlin!

In Berlin, eating delicious food, drinking delicious beer, it's completely gorgeous out, but colder then heck!

Vemurafenib

Good morning peeps.

The Berlin trip looms ever closer. I feel like I could never really be fully prepared, so I need to drop that constant panic-y feeling of forgetting something. I've been tying up last minute details, like getting long johns, a watch, a scarf, outlet converters, small things like this that will be handy over there. It's just an awfully long way from home, and I'm used to someone else doing the thinking and planning for things like this. But here I am, leaving next Thursday on my own to Berlin. This is going to be fucking rad.

Also, one of my favorite musical artists Maynard James Keenan (the lead singer of the band "Tool") has a side project called Puscifer. They just put out a new album that is absolutely brilliant, and their tour is stopping by the Paramount theater on Monday. Yes, I have tickets. Yes, they are 5th row center. Yes, I am very excited :)  Jeannine will be accompanying me, she loves Puscifer too. It's going to be a treat sitting so close to him. I'm going to be completely star struck. Like a 13 year old girl.

Also, I had an appointment with Dr. T last Tuesday. No scans or anything, just blood work and an EEG. Everything (of course) is still fine. I guess this drug (Vemurafenib) got approved so fast, it's actually unprecedented. The study I'm involved in is continuing, and as long as it is, I'll keep getting the medication for free. Run that medication name through google, it's actually a lot of positive news for a change.

It's weird to contemplate the fact that this drug has come out and these advancements have been made right when they have. Some may refer to this as "answered prayer", go ahead and speculate freely as to why this has happened right as I'm going through this fucking goddamned bull shit. Personally (call me completely crazy) I think it's because of smart scientists and good timing. Good timing exists, doesn't it? You ever get to the bus stop right as the bus is pulling in? Good timing! Just a couple years ago, my options would have been scant at best. It's really likely that I wouldn't be here right now. I would have been put through a round of hellish chemotherapy that I would very likely not even respond to, get sick and loose all my hair, puking and everything. Then...  But that's not what happened. Smart scientists and good timing prevail. Vemurafenib is here, and I'm riding the very VERY tail end of the bell curve. There's no possibly way that can be true unless I was "the man". This means, by logical progression, that, because the first statement is true, then I truly must be "the man". This confirms it.

There's some other stuff going that's making me smile, but I'm going to save details until things solidify a little more then they currently are.

Pork in a Thousand Forms

I'd like to start by posing a question: What do you like better? Egrets (the birds), or e-grits (the downloadable, Southern side dish)?

Anyway, things continue to be well. I'm gearing up for the trip, going through a tourist book, highlighting shops I want to check out. It's funny because I LOVE german food, sour kraut and all, yesterday morning while I was eating brunch, I was reading about restaurants in Berlin, and even though I had a belly full of banana pancakes, I was salivating over the prospect of pork in a thousand forms. That would make a cool name for a metal band: "Pork in a Thousand Forms".

The official name of my drug is now Vemurafenib. If you run it through google, you might come across some positive news for a change. I'm not sure how it's going to work with my insurance and all, if the drug company will continue to supply me with the drug just to see how long it'll go, I don't know, and I don't really care. This stuff is the shit.

That's it for now, or at least all I can think of.

5%'er


Hey everyone,
 
Just thought I'd give a little update. Just had a scan last Monday, then the follow up on Tuesday (as usual). Turns out everything continues to hold steady (as usual for me, this isn't usual for almost every other person who has ever gone onto RO5185426). Dr. T and I just shake our heads and agree to just keep on taking it. It makes me wonder what the long term effects are of this medication that normal people only take for a few months. I don't really care what they are, the added time has been welcomed (dramatic understatement). Dr. T said I'm in a group of about 5% of patients who have had this med for this long. It's kinda like loosing the lottery, then winning the lottery.
 
Other then that, today is my 28th straight day of work and I forgot my cell phone at home. It's very isolating when I do that (both times). I guess I'm just a part of "that" generation, which I don't like admitting for some reason. Probably because I remember the days of phones that plugged into the wall. Yes, kids, things were really that way. Anyway, the overtime is providing walking money in Berlin. This is probably the one-hundredth time I've mentioned that. Days are definitely starting to blur together. I'm actually planning on taking Tomorrow off (look at that, I even capitalized it. I really need a day off...).

A. Tarantism


So, I believe I've found what possibly could be the best moment in recorded music history. I say "could be" because I haven't heard every single song ever recorded. Also, the liking of a given song is somewhat subjective. So perhaps the more accurate statement would be: I think I've found my most favorite of all moments in recorded music.
 
It's on The Mars Volta's album called "Frances the Mute", track 5 titled "Cassandra Geminni - A. Tarantism", between 3:39 and 4:13. Absolutely amazing. If you dare to check it out, be holding onto something when you're listening. Or make sure you're sitting down. Or make sure you're standing up. Either way your head is liable to explode. Just a warning.

I hope everybody is bright, and blue, and shimmering. 


Contradictions


Hey everyone,
 
Short update: I finally got my bike back. It's nice to be back on it. Kinda funny how it definitely feels like a bike with 35,000 miles. The loaner they had me on had about 9,000 miles, so it still felt relatively new. Even still, I'm glad to be back on my own bike. I feel cooler :)
 
Also, I continue to leak rap lyrics out of my brain. It's fun actually, kind of an exercise for your brain. I know the more I force myself to write in that style, the easier it will become.
 
I'm currently working my second weekend in a row, trying to put more Euros in my pocket to mindlessly spend on the streets of Berlin. I'll work next weekend if I can get away with it. I want to be completely bankrolled. I want to have a roll of Euros so big I need a rubber band mafia style. Speaking of the trip, I went and bought a Rick Steves brand money and passport holder that goes over my neck under my shirt. And I got a European to American outlet adapter.
 
I'll conclude with a quote from Ayn Rand. I recently rented a documentary about her. Interesting broad.
 
"Contradictions do not exist. Whenever you think you are facing a contradiction, check your premises. You will find that one of them is wrong."

I like that. 

Burning Man

Well, it happened again. Another person decided I needed to have my world view dissected. They gave me a point by point breakdown of everything (probably not everything) that's wrong with the way in which I perceive the workings of the universe. I think this is just going to keep happening. I don't, and in fact can't, understand how anyone thinks this is appropriate.  But, in order to not get frustrated every time I get confronted about my extreme wrongness, I should just expect that it will happen again, and again. If I am truly comfortable with my beliefs then receiving a challenge to those views should amuse me. So that's how I am going to look at it now. As amusing. So if you'd like to correct my world view, know that I am just going to shake my head and smile and say "oh you crazy Christians!".

In other news, Here are a couple points of interest: I had an appointment with Dr. T last Tuesday that was completely uneventful. I'm starting to write rap lyrics again, hopefully to do a colab-o (collaboration) with my brother Justin. Girls who are into "burning man", or who talk about "burning man", plan to go to "burning man", have gone to "burning man", are flakes. Not all, mind you, but certainly a vast, vast majority are. My bike is still in the shop, they have me on a pretty nice loaner, so I'm not too worried about it. It'll all be covered under the factory warranty. My travel plans are materializing. I booked my airfare and hotel (did I mention this?). I'm leaving on November 10th and returning on the 21st. Should be nice. Working overtime this weekend for some added spending money. I had to work a 4-12:30 shift yesterday and today (Saturday and Sunday). I'm so tired I feel like a scolded dog, but I just keep thinking to myself "euros, euros, euros...". I want to be able to relax about money while I'm there. Everything else is fine. Just fine.

That's all.

A Diatribe


Hey everyone, there's something I need to address here that I wish I didn't have to, but it keeps coming up. Sort of like people feeling free to (nearly) demand that I try this or that alternative therapy. Today's address has more to do with religious faith. The reason I'm adressing this is because I've had Christians say (about my cancer) "well, that's what you get", I've been told that I'm flat out wrong, I've been in productive "catch-up" e mail dialogues with old friends from my "church days"  that just come to a screeching hault the instant the god question is asked. I don't like things being this way, and I'd like my beliefs to just be left alone.

I would consider myself to be an atheist. For clarification though, I should state that I see "atheist" as a stance with respect to faith, but "agnostic" is a stance with respect to knowledge. I can't say with 100% certainty that god (or gods) don't exist, just like a theist (or deist) can't say with 100% certainty that god (or gods) do exist. I think if we were all really being honest with ourselves (which we rarely are) we would all call ourselves agnostic with atheistic or theistic (or deistic) tendencies. I can't prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that god doesn't exist. Actually, it is logically impossible to prove a negative. For instance, I can't prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that the tooth fairy isn't real, because there could always be some condition to contemplate. This is called "the moving goalpost". In this illustration I'd call myself an atoothfairiest. 

Say you come up to me and say "a dragon is living in my garage" I might say "well, lets go in there and have a look" to which you might reply" oh, this dragon is invisible" and I might respond with "well, lets hang string from the ceiling or put flour on the floor to see the evidence of the dragon" and you say" oh, the dragon exists in a realm that can't interact with corporeal reality..." the goalpost for determining the existence of the dragon can be pushed and pushed ad nauseam. I could never prove there is no dragon because the means to determine the existence of the dragon keeps changing. The burden of proof in this situation falls on the person who is claiming that there is a dragon in their garage. It doesn't make any sense that we should place the burden of proof on the other person in the conversation to not prove the existence of the dragon. Everyone knows this. It's logical. I am the adragonist.  

Sort of like the idea that there might be a teapot in orbit around Mars. We know that teapots exist, and so does Mars, so it's not outside the realm of possibility for there to actually be a teapot in orbit about Mars. I wouldn't necessarily put its existence as "on par" with it's non existence though. I'd say it is MUCH more likely that there is no teapot. I am the ateapotist. 

Here are two examples of why I believe the way I do. There are many, many more. I don't feel like I should have to go through this, but I want people to know that I'm not a back slider. I didn't become lazy about my Christianity. I wanted VERY BADLY to be a man of god, and pursued it with all my heart. I can already hear people saying "well, you obviously didn't seek after god with your whole heart" or "you weren't saved in the first place", but whose to know? Is there a litmus test for salvation? I sure seemed saved. It seems like the definition for "saved" is as varied as there are denominations branching out of the same Bible.

One example is prayer. Prayer is about as effective as chance. I think the secret to prayer is ambiguity and coincidence. When we pray for things like "Lord help me find the keys" or "Lord make the car start" then the thing you just prayed for happens, that is categorically not a miracle, nor can we call it answered prayer. Even cancer goes into remission on its own, perhaps by the person's immune system, or from the drugs they are taking. But if one believer was praying for them, the persons remission is seen as answered prayer. 

Remember, a miracle is something that can only happen by the hand of God. It is something beyond human understanding and capabilities. Truly miraculous. I know that I currently am on the receiving end of a lot of human generosity. This could be called by some to be a miracle, but I think that diminishes the hard work put into it all by Justin, my mother, family, friends. Its because of the pure milk of humanity, no one was arm twisted by a deity to give. I'd be extremely sad if someone contributed for that reason. It means so much more if the contributor actually wants to do so. 

Now, Jesus himself promised us in Mark 11:24 that he will answer our prayers. He literally says (I'm typing this directly from my NIV study bible that's on my lap) "Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask for in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours." Pretty unambiguous there. Nowhere does he say "...but only if it's aligned with my will" or "...but sometimes my answer will be 'no'", instead he says "whatever you ask for in prayer". Do amputees ever get prayed for? How come we aren't seeing limbs getting regenerated all over the place. Jesus is pretty specific in this passage. If he meant something else, then why didn't he say something else? Why is there always dancing around these tough versus. People will constantly have some rebuttal, but at the end of the day, I have my bible, I read my bible, and it's up to me to decided how I feel about its contense. If Jesus actually says "whatever you ask for in prayer" and meant "whatever you ask for in prayer", this would be a different world. But it isn't. Children get raped and murdered daily. God, being omnipresent, is there watching, but doing nothing. In this country we call that being an accessory to murder. The argument that god's interaction in a situation like that would remove the freedom of choice of the murder/rapist makes me sick. What about the child? Also, if the murder/rapist dropped dead from a heart attack (or anything else) just before or during the attack, it would be called a miracle. Not one single believer would be decrying the violation of the freedom of choice of the murder/rapist. 

The amputee question is a very important one. I want you to pause and think about that. An amputee is in a completely unambiguous situation. Prayer never works to regenerate a limb. If it did, there would be limbs regenerating all the time. But there isn't. We know God can do it, but why doesn't he? Doesn't he like amputees? Why don't we see limbs being regenerated? Because god is imaginary. What other way could there possibly be?
 
The second thing I have a bit of beef with is the fact that there were several "god-man" people running around at Jesus' time. Archeology tells us this. The study of ancient cultures tells us this. It's unhideable. 

There are common attributes that all or most of these saviors had. Kind of a hero pattern. These attributes are things like: His mother is a royal virgin. His father is a king. Often a near relative of his mother. The circumstances of his conception are unusual. Reputed to be the son of a god. At birth an attempt was made by his father to kill him. He's spirited away. Raised by foster parents in a foreign country. We're told nothing of his childhood. On reaching manhood he returns, often on the back of a donkey. After the victory over a king or a dragon or a giant he marries a princess. He becomes king. He reigns unvenally. He prescribes laws. Later he looses favor with his subjects. He is driven from the city. He meets with a mysterious death, often at the top of a hill. His children, if any, do not succeed him. His body is not buried. Nevertheless he has one or more holy sepulchres. 

Jesus doesn't match with every one of these common attributes, but many. In the top ten saviors matching these attributes around at the time of Jesus, they are (in this order): Oedipus, Theseus, Jesus, Romulus, Hercules, Perseus, Zeus, Jason, Robin Hood, Apollo. 

This HAS to mean something. I absolutely cannot sweep these facts under the carpet. Imagine if you were on trial for murder (falsely accused) and you knew that a guilty verdict would mean life in prison, or even the death penalty. The only thing the persecuting attorney says is that he has a deep inner conviction that you are guilty. The proof doesn't add up, but (he says to the jury) it takes faith. The jury deliberates for one minute and returns with a guilty verdict because you "feel guilty". Wouldn't you be screaming? How could one strategy for truth seeking be so appropriate for things that really matter (like murder trials), but we completely fail to apply those same truth seeking techniques to the idea of god?

I'm not trying to convince anyone of anything. All I'm doing is informing everyone that this decision to abandon the faith of my heritage was very well thought out. If you truly knew me, you'd know that I'm not flippant about much. If I really truly felt that the Bible was accurate and the story of Jesus was as it is in the Bible, there isn't a doubt in my mind that I'd be a man after god's own heart. But instead, in my truest moments, when I'm really listening to myself, I know that I can't ignore the evidence. 

Please, I beg you, keep believing in god if you wish.  I encourage you to. Everyone has the right to believe however they wish to, including me. Please, I beg you, do not inform me how wrong I am. I'm perfectly willing to discuss these points, but I'm not willing to debate them. I don't really want a comment section full of rebuttals.

In my humble opinion, I feel that I ought to be commended for going with my heart, going with my gut, extensively researching what I've learned and what I didn't know, and not continuing down a path that brought me no peace.  It takes incredible bravery and morale conviction to change your mind about something so big (it's so big that wars are started over it, families divided, people are killed, etc.) and rather than being encouraged to honor my truest instincts, I'm admonished for doing so.  That seems more unhealthy to me than anything else - and it actually shocks me that people cannot see that.