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Working on some work-type issues, writing late at night. I recently killed one of my older blogs because I want to have a real Miller blog. One of the problems I had with the old blog is that when I write I get introspective, which quickly turns to maudlin depression and then I start writing about personal stuff I don't even want to think about, let alone turn over to permanent Internet custody with my name on it.

I think this is called the process of finding your voice. Obviously I am still looking. I could make this a multi-subject blog, where I could just write about things I'm interested in. I tried that with the old one but it just turned into posting links and bitching about hard-hearted capitalists and the lobbyists who love them. No one wants to read that.

What do they want to read? What do -I- want to read?


Today's note to future self:
Did you ever answer that question, future self? At the age I am now it seems like there are not that many new horizons for me.

Ideas for future blog posts:

1. Personal finance, specifically building a portfolio. I'd like to find a good investment club. Maybe I should start one, with all this, you know, free time I have while I'm working at 11:55 PM.


2. Bible study in a year? No I don't want to join the evangelistas, in fact I have a great deal of contempt for what they've led us into, but I do feel the need for spiritual refreshment and maybe a 1 year Bible study would do the trick?


3. Certification exam. Yawn. Just thinking about it bores me. God.


4. Something else techie....maybe writing but probably not. I think my muse has finally died. She still likes to play Battleflag and Up North for me every now and then, but I think my left brain reigns supreme and right-y is down for the count. Who knows, I thought that in '94 too and then City of Angels and Nightcrawlers came along.

Music:

All These Things I've Done, The Killers
Chinese Burn, Curve
Where'd You Go, Fort Minor

Exoparasitism

The Ampulex wasp traps its prey (common cockroaches) by paralyzing the roach and modifying its cerebral cortex, after which the roach becomes completely docile. The wasp then leads the roach into a cavern and attaches an egg to the roach, who sits there calmly while the egg hatches, the larva eats its way into and gestates inside the roach and then eats its way out.

Not science fiction - reality: http://scienceblogs.com/loom/2006/02/02/the_wisdom_of_parasites.php

So...natural selection at work here? How many wasps had to sting how many cockroaches for that right neural cluster to be hit?

Ok, so...design? What entity that represented any sort of good would deliberately engineer something so horrific?