Spanning Tree Protocol*

*this was written a while ago, and I think I didn't post it cuz it was incomplete. But it looks complete to me now. This was me on Dec 25. And no, I didn't check for spelling mistakes.

I am currently trying to master the above concept in regards to my own thinking, processing and speaking patterns. The concept entails that in a computer network where files and being shared, tasks being relayed back anf forth etc., there is one logical way to disemminate information. Al other paths of informating sharing are flawed and lead to unncessary loops and stress on the system. There is one way to get to every computer in the network, and get to it just once and have the job done. The concept, as you can imagine is a particular favourite of hackers.

Why do I feel that I have to master this obviously foreign way of thinking and everything that comes after, especially since just the mention of any such activity is and will always be an affront to my glorious past, a past during which I have though of profound things relating to allw alks of life. For example, how about the time I thought that 15 crackers laid out on a plate topped with salsa and cheese and heated in the microwave for 1 minute was a good dinner meal? Or how about the time I mixed Turkey deli and Roast beef only to realise that I had been missing out on of the most fulfillign combos is all of culinary history. Lets speak of something other than food. How can I look upon this strategy of thinking when what I have practised has served me so well? Like the time I decided to get two credit cards at the same time, only to realise a few years later that it was a bad decision no matter how many shoes lined the bottom of my closet.

I'll tell you how I can look at another stragy given my illustrious past in regards to thinking and excuting thoughts, cuz it has overwhelmingly been a failure. Sure, the turkey roast beef sandwich was a success, and sure I have more Converses than I need, but really I have made mistakes. Big ones. For example, I took 5 years to finish what should have been a 4 year degree. I cam to Doha when I should have just shut up and kept on doing what I was doing. I should have thought about things less, and done more. I could go on, really, the failures of my brain's analyses astounds me to no end.

So here I stand today, able to tell you all this (realising fully that even this post goes against the concept I am trying to currently master). The last three weeks have been haphazard. My mind keeps wandering. This is possibly the first time in two weeks I have been able to talk about the same subject for more than three lines without finding myself bogged into another internal conundrum about this or that. Its been tideous.

I don't know what is wrong with me, but I am blaming my brain. Damn him for being so full of useless information, damn damn damn.

I've said what I needed to say on that subject. Did that even make sense?

Whatever... I'm just gonna keep typing, because the mental lapse might start again tomorrow. Might as well pen it all, now that its coming.

On hiphop: No matter what Nas says, its not dead. He's wrong. He's too full of himself to realise what the hell he is saying. Just like the rest of the people who are blinded by the videos on tv, Nas' vision is clouded now. Hiphop lives. Listen to Mos Def's new album, listen to cats from the south, eats, west and north who are bumping crowds of thirty and forty on street corners. Thats hiphop. Not your chains, not your bitches and hoes and definitely not your fly rides. If this was a symptom of hiphop dying, then Nas, it was dead as soon as people heard the first song on your first cd. So with all due respect, shut the fuck up. Momma always said, if you can't say something nice, its better to shut up. And my momma is one wise lady. Check yo flow.

Nas' latest album is solid. Lyrically hot. Its just that, as always, Nas has a nasty ear for beats, which in all honesty are garbage on this album. He still comes out on top. And that is talent, yo. Christina Aguilera will go platinum in her first week when her new cd drops, not cuz of teeny boppers, but because of hip hop heads who will buy the cd just to check out what beats, tunes, samples and styles DJ Premier has dropped on this album, which he is producing alone. Yes, she will go platinum with beats from the most respected of DJs, but Nas will go platinum with whack beats and samples that are at best, sub par. You know why, Cuz hip hop is not dead. Een though cats do not care for his argument, they respect his art, cuz he is a lyrical firestorm.

On politics: Lets keep this one short and simple. You can figure out my opinion of politics in the last two weeks while reading these succint reactions. Fuck Mehmood Abbas. Big ups to Hugo Chavez. Fuck the Islamic Courts of Somalia and the knaive government of Ethiopia. Hatred filled emotion is also in order for the Sudanese government which has just accepted a limited UN presence in the Darfur region almost two years after reports of a genocide were established to be true, well done there.

On sports: Allen Iverson traded to Denver? Cotdamn. Life is good. Carmelo Anthony and Allen Iverson, the NBA's number 1 and 2 top scorers, breaking ankles left right and centre. Can you dig it? Fuck the Maple Leafs- seriously, 7 straight losses, then 2 wins, and then 3 straight losses again. Why do I even care? Being a bandwagon jumper seems much more fun sometimes. Go Anaheim.

On vacation plans: Fuck it. I don't care anymore. If I am meant to ever go home, I will. Be it in a coffin or an economy seat. I'm sick of this bullshit. I don't acre to elaborate, either. While I am at it, fuck Human Resources departments all around too.

On swearing: I'm not stopping anytime soon, so deal with it.

On reading: Have read nothing over the past 3 weeks. Kafka dissappeared somewhere under my bed. Newspapers is all that I have read and they are getting really boring with their utter lack of fictional material. Although the new Pink Panther comic strip series is daaamn funny.

On greetings: Before I forget, Happy Hanukkah, Merry Chritsmas, Eid Mubarak. Lets not forget Kwanzah either. And for you athiests, repent now or we'll send over the Jehovah's witnesses.

I'm out. I'll be back with more productive stuff. I promise. I just got my computer fixed, so I should have more time to linger on the web. Peace.