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April 27th, 2012 at 7:28 PM | 0 Comments

I walked around between Memorial and Gessner. I walked around the park near Memorial Middle School. My clothes attracted hostile attention. I was reminded how hostile and oppressing suburb American can be. I can never live in suburb. I must always live near Downtown and skyscrapers.
  There is no cultural oppurtunity in suburb or redneck towns. Only boring businessmen, housewives of mean disposition, empty library filled with bums and lonely men and housewives. Do not ask anyone for a date because you will be rejected.

  While walking today, I realized a great important thing in Domy Books on Westheimer. I must stop accumulating striking images because the goal in education is memorizing language, not images. I must, from now on, Always, Always, Always, on the lookout for the methods of changing language into striking images. I want to build memory palace. I must practice. Practice makes perfect? No pain, no gain? My ass, my foot, my eye. I think it is human's nature to practice what one already knows because one never like to feel stupid. One should always practice something one is not familir with or one is bad at. That's the way to do it.
 Listen to me very carefully. There are three right ways to run a casino. the wrong way. the right way. and the way that I do it.
 There's similiar line in John Travolta movie, The General's Daughter. Another trash movie adapted from a trash novel.