I am here to inform all two of my readers that 'Aesthetic of Life' will be postpned as far as new posts go. I am taking a mental 'leave of absence' if you will. I will not be making any new entries or posts for awhile; I feel it is long overdue for a mental vacation. I could be gone for two days or two weeks, I really don't know. The new additions I mentioned last time will still be made, but this site will currently be put on hold.

I am going to try my best to get someone to fill in for me, someone who knows me and how I work, and who knows my life form day to day (well....almost). That person shall remain nameless for now, for I do not know if they would be willing to take up the task of managing this page. I'm sorry for both of your inconvenience, and hopefully I will return renewed, refreshed, and with a new vigor towards life.

Thank you both for understanding and staying with me. And yes, my leave will be posted in detail when I return (no need to keep you all in the dark as to what I did).
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The Count

'I would die, to breathe again...'

BTW...The Literature site for 'Aesthetic of Life' is being built as we speak. It will also include a newsletter with cool happenings, etc...

Stay tuned.....
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The Count

I'm back...and its later than two in the morning (7.37). Today was an eventful day (mentally). I don't know whats going on in my life right now. I can't figure out whats going on with Maureen, thats the big thing among others. I've called her the past week, and asked her to call me back and stuff, but she won't do it. I think she's been seeing this other guy, but I don't think so. Thats not her style, especially when the guy is two years younger than her. I don't understand it, if she says she loves me, then why won't she reaturn anything? It doesn't make sense, but then again, women aren't supposed to make sense...

I don't think I'm going to go to the Linkin Park/P.O.D. show. I think that maybe, just maybe, it would be a good idea to save my money. I've been in contact with Yuna lately, she agreed to help keep this blog with me. She is doing fine, and she's enjoying being back at home, even though she had a wonderful time her in the States,as she has informed me. I've also been reading lots more of William Gibson, and I'm not spending 18 hours on the computer a day anymnore, which I guess is good (my dad says it is anyway...he thinks I'm turning into Neo or something.)

There will be more, there always is....
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Okay...its two o' clock in the morning, and I'm sitting here watching 'Johnny Mnemonic' and I have come to a conclusion:

Movie versions of stories suck!!!

The orginal story was a masterpiece of cyberpunk art, something the film is definitly not. Its not even cyberpunk! This sucks.

Plain and simple.
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The Count

As a new message, I recently learned how to add members to this site. E-mail me if you wish to take this insignificant piece of my life and add it to yours.

tessier.ashpool@comcast.net
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The Count

'I would die, to breathe again...'

Hello again. I'm back from my eventful weekend. Had a good time in Memphis, got to know some people in my English class alot better, especially Kendall. I had this impression of him as being one of these anti-social, quiet people, one who doesn't care much for society or people in general. But what I found out this weekend is that he is quite the opposite, really. He is also a fellow Gibson-ite, a man well on his way to joining the ranks of the 'Otaku', and an extremely intelligent intellectual. We spent 3-4 hours Friday night in conversation, sharing our views and beliefs on many topics (love, religion, the meaning of life...u know, normal things). It was quite a mental workout for me, but I am definitely glad to know that I have a made a new friend who is almost exactly the same as me. Its a good feeling.

The Symposium on Saturday was also an enjoyable event, even if we all had to get up at 7:00 or so in the morning. We started off with the first session, which for me was 'Poetry 2'; it was a very helpful and informative class. I learned many things that I would not have found out about until later on, I'm sure; things which can not only be applied to poetry, but also short (or long) fiction. Then we broke for lunch, which contained some of the best pizza ever, and I met this girl named Chrissy. I noticed during the first session she was kind of checking me out, which I'm used to [;)], and during lunch we had a chance to talk a little bit, as well as during the next afternoon session (Short Fiction 1). She's a really cool person, and I think she'll be a good friend to have, and plus it'll be nice to have another fellow writer I can converse with occasionally.

I think maybe I'll cut it off until tomorrow. There's too much information to share with all of you that it can't all be contained in just one post.

Good evening all, and until better days reunite us...
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Hello again. I'm back from my eventful weekend. Had a good time in Memphis, got to know some people in my English class alot better, especially Kendall. I had this impression of him as being this anti-social, quiet people, one who doesn't care much for society or people in general. But what I found out this weekend is that he is quite the opposite, really. He is also a fellow Gibson-ite, a man well on his way to joining the ranks of the 'Otaku', and an extremely intelligent intellectual. We spent 3-4 hours friday night in conversation, sharing our views and beliefs on many topics (love, religion, the meaning of life...u know, normal things). It was quite a mental workout for me, but I am definitely glad to know that I have a made a new friend who is almost exactly the same as me. Its a good feeling.

The Symposium on Saturday was also an enjoyable event, even if we all had to get up at 7:00 or so in the morning. We started off with the first session, which for me was 'Poetry 2'; it was a veryhelpful and informative class. I learned many things that I would not have found out about until later on, I'm sure; things which can not only be applied to poetry, but also short (or long) fiction. Then we broke for lunch, awhich contained some of the best pizza ever, and I met this girl named Chrissy. I noticed during the first session she was kind of checking me out, which I'm used to [;)], and during lunch we had a chance to talk a little bit, as well as during the next afternoon session (Short Fiction 1). She's a really cool person, and I think she'll be a good friend to have, and plus it'll be nice to have another fellow writer I can converse with occasionally.

I think maybe I'll cut it off until tomorrow. There's too much information to share with all of you that it can't all be contained in just one post.

Good evening all, and until better days reunite us...
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I think, in a way, our lives our ruled by rituals. Rituals include our morning routine (brushing teeth, showering, etc...), what we do at work, or at school. Various schedules and such are like our modern rituals today. In ancient times, a ritual was somethingthat was practiced at a certain time of day or period of ones life, i.e. a full (or blue) moon. Today, we are so onsumed by what we need to do before this dance, or that party, or how our hair is and whether our teeth are sparkling white, that we don't take the time to sit and think 'This is ridiculous, really. Will all of this matter tomorrow morning, or the day after that, two weeks after even? This is all pointless really..." In reality, most of everything is pointless; all material items and 'rituals' will dissappear in the end, and all that will be left is our souls. So to fill our lives with these daily 'rituals' and 'routines' seems like a pretty asinine endeavour, since it will all fade in the end.

I have said all I can say, and all I will say.....for the time being.

Enjoi your day.
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Sorry about being late...Geof and I have been busy these past few days. He's getting ready to leave this weekend for the Memphis writer's symposium with select students from his English class. I think I might be leaving this weekend as well; the Parallel is experiencing difficulties, I can feel them from here. DEUS might be trying to make a return, although I can't be sure (I will elaborate on this whole situation later). Geof has been very kind and hospitable to me throughout the length of my visit, and I am very grateful to him for everything he has done for me while I have been here in America. Because of our current situations, though, I am afraid that this will be the last week of my posts here on the 'Aesthetic'.

Life truly is a beautiful thing, full of wonder and varying degrees of amazement. Birds flying through the sunlight sky, blue hues illuminating the green contrast of the ground. Animals running to and fro across the hard earth. Even when everything is dead and gone, there is still a silent beauty emanating from the souls of each and every organism. At home, we have these, but not quite to the caliber of this extremely diverse nation. The buildings are the only living things anymore, constantly destroying and renewing themselves, never content with the original design. The culture there is ever-changing, always evolving, people's ideas always influencing each other; every few minutes a fashion changes, music goes out of style, etc... Content ness is non-existent in our culture; it is somewhat the opposite here in the United States. Things last longer, fashions stay in style, people's ideas are always changing, but it takes longer for the masses to hear. I must visit more often...

But for now, I think I shall take my leave. Geof has the evening off, and television has become a new favourite thing of mine...

Yuna.

Like I mentioned earlier (I believe....maybe it was Yuna at my request....I don't know...), here is my e-mail address. Just in case any of my readers out there (both of you) would like to contact me.

tessier.ashpool@comcast.net
Till better days come around...
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The Count

This will be a short entry tonight...I promise.

Check out Daniel Martin Diaz and support his artwork....its absolutely incredible.

www.danielmartindiaz.com

Goodnight.
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The Count

William Gibson is truly a master of todays New Century Lit., as I'm sure I have mentioned before. He takes even the most mudane of subjects (such as stepping out of bed in the morning) and describes them in exscrutiaitng detail that only the most insane of intelligent beings can decipher. Here is a link to a page on the W.G. Boards where he lists a bunch of his favourite books and gives a short description on each. True art in and of itself. http://williamgibsonboard.com/6/ubb.xa=tpc&s=5006046771&f=8606097971&m=7916078915
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Geof has started writing again today. He has begun on a continuation of his original one shot, short fiction, "The Samauri". It seems as though he is once again in his element. I have never seen him work so resolute and be so mentally toiled as much as he has been when he writes. He has told me many things about the joys of writing, and the purpose of this blog(g):

"I believe in literature as the connection through which mankind gains all the knowledge about his life and world around him. It is the single most important object in this world, or any other, and I truly believe that statement with all my heart. When I write, whether it be short stories (The Samauri) or long series as I am currently working on (DEUS), there is a sense of isolation that wells up inside of me. Not isolation in negative terms as one might think, but isolation from my own, living world...and I am surrounded by the thoughts and beings that roam the ficticious lands of my psyche. The characters I create are as real to me as you or I, and the cities/countries that they live in become like my own home away from home. I use them both as an escape from my troubles, but not in an unhealthy way. More of in a way as some authors have mentioned themselves, such as Michael Crichton and Tom Clancy, among others.

"The blog(g) I have started for two reasons. The first is to expand my writing abilities, create more history and more of a past for my characters and worlds, as well as expose the reader (if there are any) to my own life as I live it in my mind. The second was just to jump on the bandwaggon, or to enlist myself in the Blogging Revolution, as it has become know to me. Nothing more."

Interesting person, isn't he. I guess I have written enough for one evening; Geof mentioned soemthing about going to Starbucks tonight...I could use a nice relaxing coffee....warm...

Yuna.

Happy Birthday...

I love you, Maureen!
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Ok.....I know I'm psychotic.....I think I'm hearing voices in my head.....

It might have to do with the fact I've been spending all my time on the WG boards (www.williamgibsonboards.com). There and immersed in the many different worlds of EVA, INU, and GW...(http://www.fanfiction.net/subcats.php?categoryid=201). The stories are starting to get to me....I think. I don't know...maybe I'm losing it...I think a looooooong vacation is in order...away from the WEB.

I don't know......maybe I should just keep on living like I am. The voices aren't a bad thing....are they??

Someone save me....
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Yuna's having a good time, I think. Her stay here has been as pleasant as I have been able to make it. My time on the WEB, though, has kind of made her feel uncomfortable. Even though she spends her whole entire life int he Second Parallel over there in Japan, watching everyone else live out there pitiful lives...including her own love....

I resume my final year of education this week, tomorrow in fact. I hope it doesn't interfere with this blogg. Although, Yuna did agree to help me with postings....hmmm....

Anyways....I must take my leave. A haircut and a visit into the world of Newtype is in definite order.
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Nevermind about the re-post.

The Count...

I just have one question for the people living in this country:

Is incompetance a genetic disposition, or do you have to learn it?

We went to Blockbuster Videos to rent a movie for tonight, and Geof forgot his card in the car. He came back to pay for the movies, and the clerk had switched the movies inadvertantly. He even read the wrong titles to us!! There are a select few people in this world who are exceptional compared to the general consensus, and I thank whatever god there is for us, for without us, the world would have gone to Hell by now (even though its on it's way). i don't understand it all...

So...that set aside, my day was enjoyable. I met Geof's best friend (through the phone), Amory...I believe her name was. Nice enough girl, but, like alot of the youth of this country, submerged into the growing, epidemical culture known as 'Hip-Hop'. But it seems as though she hasn't sacrificed mannerisms for the insecure obscenity that has so consumed the people of this nation. Nice enough girl, good enough for Geof.

Before I go, I wanted to say I'm reposting yesterday's post in case you couldn't read it...

Yuna.

William Gibson is the master of modern Science Fiction writings. I have recently had the opportunity to be exposed to such fantastical writing during my stay here in the US; Geof went to buy a new book today, 'Burning Chrome'. The 'Fragments of the Holographic Rose' keep on falling for me, its a never ending cycle...

Love is what entangles us all to each other. Love between friends, between enemies, between lovers, people of different nations and cultures show genuine love for each other through liberation (one word-Iraq...). Love is keeps us alive, unfortunately people today in this country do not know what it means to fully love someone. They have this...idea of what they think love is, they don't know what it means to give your life for the one you love. That is true love...

We are living in a 'Diamond Age', an age where material possesions fill everyone's hearts, to the point of not being able to contain love, or any other emotion for that matter. I have realized this wholly upon my trip to the American mall today. Poeple rushing baout, filing in and out of stores, buying things for themselves or so called 'loved-ones'. Things that will ultimatley burn, whatever the fate of this earth. Knowledge is the only thing that will survive, as long as it is contained in the minds of those willing to continue learning and prepared to pass that kowledge on the those of the next generations. that is the only way we can truly survive...

Find out what tru love is...pass it on to someone...fill your hearts with it...let it permeate the earth, then...maybe they will all see...

Yuna.

Rabbit Rabbit....Happy New Year...

The Count

BTW...the Second Coming is on its way...

Jan 15 2004 [grid::ritual]

Check it out...

Yuna

Geof has been a good host to me these last three days. My visit to the US has been incredible due to him, especially New Years Eve. Last night we went to this place called Rocketown here in Nashville. It was a fun-filled evening, music, dancing, and excellent company, followed by...well....lets just say that Akira back home would be fuming up to his ears! The war with DEUS was exhausting this past year, and since the inception of the Second Parallel back home, there has been no time for relaxation. It was the perfect start to the new year.

Earlier today, Geof informed me of this...'blogg' I think he called it, and asked me to keep it for him while he stays busy. I happily obliged, afterall he is tied to my fate. I don't undertstand it...there's something about him. His girlfriend, Maureen I think her name is, she's a lucky girl. Beautiful too, from what I've heard...

I'm staying for one more month before my return trip to the Parallel. The New Bushido groups are causing unrest within the new Restoration...something about their own killing from the inside out; my leave must be brief...for more reasons than one.

The night is still young, and my life is long, but for now I must be gone. A cold bed awaits me...Akira....

Yuna Omode

This is my first blogg!! YAY!!!!! I HAVE JOINED THE NEW REVOLUTION....JUST IN TIME FOR '04!!! I guess maybe I should explain the whole concept of this interesting piece of my life. I am a writer (or wanna-be posuer...whatever you prefer.), therefore, this will chronicle my life in terms of my writings and such. The Twist: It will be told through the eyes of MY own characters. People whom are very real to me and have a certain history related to my own little world. Their culture will be mixed with ours, and a merging of worlds shall take place through this medium. It will be a new concept, one that will change the way you think of me, and hopefully your own person.

So thats it. I'm done today...

Welcome to my life.