Patrick C. Price

Archive for October, 2006

God is always and everywhere.

At least thats what I learned in school. But is the new millenium changing the religios world? Or at least ist boundaries?

Imagine, Google knows all the content on the web. As it points out, it’s goal is to make the worlds knowlegde universally accessible to everyone (and everywhere, speaking about mobile).

Now, Google knows our content, G also knows our emails, soon G will know our conversations (Gtalk), and with it’s wifi-network in plan, G will know, when and where we are, what we are doing, what we shouldn’t be doing, etc. Take Picasa G will see what we have done.

Speaking about G is always and everywhere, is Google the new God?

Imagine if Google can teach it’s Servers not only to index everything it sees, but rather to understand in real-time everything it knows, wouldn’t that be the nearest thing to God, our planet has ever seen?

Don’t get me wrong,
a) I love Google (this is a blogger.com account, changed to WordPress in 2008) and
b) i am not religious, but none the less, I thought it’san interessting question, let’s talk in 10 years…

Hmm,.. What a subject….

My Dad once wrote a ‘poem’ which he recited recently:

‘That throbbing bolt, that binds together love’

Speaking about women in my last post, I just ended up separating from my relationship of three years a few weeks ago.

So there I am, on the Canary Islands, a place i’ve already been to approx. 10 times. A party island par exellance, yet alone. Every two people I see are happy, holding hands, enjoying their vacation. Then again, I am too. I love the idea of having another week off, once I get home.

But strange, isn’t it, that although I’ve been here several times, I have never been lucky here (apart from the girl I once brought along with me, so that doesn’t count) ever before.

I have tonight and two more nights ahead of me, but will I be able to brake the spell, respectively my historical track record?

Well, who cares. I just finished reading a book given to me: ’11 Minutes’ by Paolo Coelho. In it, he tells the story of a young Brasilian, who comes to Switzerland and works as a prostitute for a few years, sarching for love, until…. (read the book, it only took me one day, and I’m a slow reader, but I’m not gonna tell you the end…)

Anyhow, one of the conclusions is, 11 minutes is the time people copulate on average and the entire world turns around these 11 minutes.

But these 11 minutes are portrayed more as an embrancement (or huging) of two souls, rather than just copulation. So is sex a sheer mirror of actual love? Or is sex percieved by men for less than it is actually worth? Why does it seem to mean so much more to us men, than to you women on average, yet you women betray us men just as often as men betray women?

So what is it, women search in being intimate with men, that differentiates from us men being intimate with women?

Is it just, that with time we neglect you? Or is it more profound, as in ’11 Minutes’, that most men are self-focused, not attentive enough of your female needs?

Isn’t it a sort of bondage we are all looking for? Isn’t it that throbbing bolt, that binds toghether love?

Ok, I agree my last post was kinda short…

Facts is though, I love going out. You go out, you see all these beautiful women. But how many of them do you take home, as you might wish you would?

Me for my part? Less than you or I would want and expect, yet probably more than others.

So I love and hate life at the same time. I have been to may cool places, but going home alone from them has most of all times ruined my fun of being there.

Today is one of those nights, there is this beautiful slender girl in a green dress, red hair, hot as hell, but at the same time ignorant as hell.

Is it me?

Or is ot the way society works? Why the f. can’t I score on this?

Is it really technique as th LAYGUIDE suggests, is it looks, am I that bad looking, is it mentality, is it just the sheer number of people, what the fuck is it?

Situations like this, I’m starting to have seen them. They seem to be juist so much more fun in my head, than in reality.

Women. Fuck.

Fuck.