Read that 17th century!

Why do people distrust trust western medicine? Yes, I am well aware that you don't trust western medicine, but that is not what this entry is about, especially since debating with you when I innately have the closing word is unfair. I am talking of a more sociological interpretation of the distrust of western medicine. Reading about the doctors of the seventeenth century and how many reputable figures spoke against them, including, sometimes, the doctors admitting their falsitude, makes me wonder how much of this has translated into our modern America(and if, when people quote them, they realize that these figures are talking about people who believed in the four humors.) Other reasons I am aware of include your argument against their lack of holism, the new-age beliefs, various quacks capitalizing on people under-educated in science, anti-European/American attitudes, ingrained beliefs in a traditional system of healing, medical quacks taking advantage of people who go to them, and outrageous pricing.
I can't seem to express the rest of what I want to say, so I am going to leave yet another blog entry unfinished. Yay!

http://lokmarie.livejournal.com/2004/11/04/
The day of the election! What a wonderful, wonderful day. Though, this entry comes of vesort angsty, especially with the style of writing. I still stand by my statements regarding normal/perfect people, hehe. I also still stand by the second paragraph, though rewritten in better english. I was in a very bad mood, as you can probably imagine. I hope that you can feel the real emotion and sentiment in this, as it was not me and yet is me.
And yes, I made up a word in the first paragraph.

Copy, copy, paste

It is actually sort of interesting to think about the fact that around eighty people used to read my blog on a regular basis. However, I am sick of online popularity and networking, which is unfortunate, given that we aren't living in the 20's, but I want to build myself instead of prowling after popularity.
Finding the right forums and building relationships on them is a time consuming process which I would rather not deal with, no matter the new material they might introduce.
Seaworld's tactic of anthropomorphizing animals is affective, aids conservation, and creates some very precious moments. However, during some moments of the show I could not keep from thinking about how many aspects of the animals were being pushed aside. That 400 lb male seal has expressions and thoughts of its own nature and could easily have ripped several people apart if it so felt. Not that I expect the people at Busch to think of a creative way to showcase animal behavior and interaction, especially since the park already exceeds the standards its supposed to meet. Just a little note, which is not meant to request that everything be perfect.
On another note, I have the map up on my fridge now.

http://lokmarie.livejournal.com/2004/10/30/
So, I may do a day by day tour of any important old livejournal entries. Please note the date(Not even 15 yet). However, I'm too tired to finish this entry, just please note that the first paragraph is not as exclusive of all other reasons for celebrating halloween, especially simply dressing up in a different manner, though it is not worth defending in its entirety. It's also written in what I considered "casual style" back then, so excuse that when you read it, please.

Hippies and Me

I am in desperate place of somewhere to write and miss the art form, which means that this blog will be seeing more use than it has previously. However, it most likely will not be seeing more viewer; however, that does not matter to me. In fact, part of the reason that I stopped writing in my last blog was because I started to censor myself too much to appeal to the audience. It is amazing how a group of people can only identify with something when it is said in a certain way, though, I am not trying to insult the people who used to read my old blog, particularly because many were good friends of mine, so much as state a truism. I would like to copy the better posts somewhere and share them with my good friend, especially a certain someone who is preoccupied right now, but he already knows this :). In fact, I may start discussing material from my old blog on this one from an updated perspective.
I would never want to be called a hippy, though I respect people who take the name onto themselves. Hippies rely on psychic breakdown for their artistic inspiration(of course this is a generalization, as are most statements made when talking about a group), which I would never do. They are also associated with a lack of self discipline. Self Discipline is a funny concept, the large undercurrents and overcurrents in the mind not taking well to the self-destructive
denial of their advise(don't think that this means that I do not think the rational mind is a huge, active part of us...) Then, of course, I don't identify with their aesthetic, though I am rather good at copying it.
Going to bed is more important than finishing this entry, goodnight!

Goldfish

I have always been one to treasure the beautiful, but the rarity of the treasure for a long time mattered as much as the beauty. There has always been one exception to this rule: the common goldfish. I first started keeping these fish in third grade, when I got a tub pond in exchange for a birthday party. My first set of fish all died, because I had no idea that chlorine killed fish-or, for that matter, that chlorine was added to our water. Suffice it to say, this was the start of me painstakingly researching every one of my pets before getting them, besides the ones acquired unexpectedly.
The past aside: I have never read this anywhere else, but my goldfish appear to school. Perhaps it is due to the size differences that have always been present; Big Fat(got him, who was most likely a her, when I was in third grade) always led the pack, at 8 inches and a particularly big belly. When whatever horrible, dirty, rotten animal ate my baby, one fish rapidly got bigger than the others and took over as leader. Now the others feel lost and skittish when he(she) isn't in their tank. The leader has alot of control, as I used to watch big fat herd the other fishes around, sometimes bullying the bigger ones after they got a certain amount to eat. Really, I am curious here.

The First Post is Always Special

When thinking about what I should post on this blog, this was the first thing that came to mind.

In reptiles and amphibians, when setting up a pet's habitat, the rule of thumb has always been to make it has naturalistic as possible. When setting up a wild-caught animal, this is especially true, as for most species of amphibian. And then there was Socrates.
White's tree frogs have been exclusively captive bred since before 1998(I am not sure when they banned the exportation of animals for the pet trade), which is a significant number of tree frog generations. Due to the ease of breeding them, the captive bred population before australia's ban must have been significant, though I don't have any statistics to verify that. This is a significant population which has never felt sunlight on its backs, has eaten exclusively, for the most part, crickets and mealworms with vitamin supplements, and all in all had nothing to do with the wild while their population was cut off. They have been evolving for more than nine years to fit their pseudo environments. Now, keep in mind, nature is not the best place for almost all modern(in 1st world countries) humans, though most people's minds tend to respond to naturalistic settings. Humans, of course, have traveled across all the continents and are a highly adaptable species. Most reptiles stayed in one habitat range, sometimes for longer than the human species existed. However, White's tree Frogs are migratory and are also a very hardy, adaptable species. We have no idea as to what their balance of nature and nurture is. Could it be that an artificial habitat would suit them(the captive bred population) better than a natural one? An artificial habitat which have yet to discover?