He brought me three aloe plants, entire plants roots and all. What am I going to do with them? I have to plant them. Where do I get pots with dirt in them?

I offered him a star apple, sapodilla, and chocolate sapote, but it was a little mealy, not ripe yet. I made him fresh squeezed tangelo juice. So good.

I had worked all day and looked pretty yucky with my eyeshadow blurred into my skin and no lipstick or fresh clean face. My hair

I can use them as makeup remover, and masks. As soap, or put them blended in my OJ, even though its not fruitarian, who cares. Vegetarians don't only eat veggies. Fruitarians can add aloe to their OJ, I guess. But I really really am a mono fruitarian. It's the only way for me. I will smear it all over my face tonight and sleep in it. I will take some to work.

I want to dance. I do. I want to go somewhere by myself and just dance. I don't have a car and maybe that is good I don't.

I have a place full of fruit and not hungry. I have fruit coming out my ears.


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I stay up pretty late these days, reading doing things on internet. I wrote a little article tonight and posted it. About how great raw food is. I love having things to do. I love doing things. I have to choose what I spend my time on. I want to write my novel, I haven't in a long time. I want to learn how to draw comics on graphic tablet. I want to write articles, ebooks, and just put out stuff I know. I need proper English courses. I loved it in school. I learned English in a few months as a little girl and in one year, by 2nd grade in a Spelling Bee which is for the smartest.

When I was in grammar school, I have some memories. Once a girl stole my purse and the teacher didn't do anything about it. I told the teacher again, that this girl stole my purse, and she did nothing.

 I remember the talent my blonde classmate had who could draw so well. I wanted to be that good. She had it in her, she did not just copy. I watched her many times.

 I remember girl scouts and a school play where a girl pooped her pants and had to be taken off stage. I was a dutch girl with real wooden clogs my grandparents gave me. I remember vomiting after Mexican taco day. I remember roller skating alot, and doing gymnastics.  I remember hanging from a tree by my knees and falling on my head blacking out. I remember picking cherries, strawberries and collecting ladybugs. My childhood was strange. I was very precocious, learned alot, was musical with a piano. Thought alot. I had a notebook of letters I pretended I would write to people. I loved my walkman and rollerskates. Hours of entertainment. I feel embarrassed when I think back.

I ate some tomatoes tonight and ate all the star apples. I ate a sapote not ripe yet. I am not hungry. I would like to drink OJ until I am hungry again. I love classical music. Not just any, but ones that bring me to heights and make me feel powerful.

I was listening to Sex Pistols earlier. Funny. They are actually good songs besides the lyrics.



the 27th Wednesday, what do days mean anyway?

I don't think I want anything but OJ today. This morning before I brushed my teeth I did cut up a pineapple to bring to work, I had some. Back to the OJ, I blended a little aloe with water and mixed it in the OJ. I got a lot of OJ. I washed my face last night with aloe gel and also this morning. Showered and conditioned and soaped up my arms. I blew dried my hair and curled it upside down after putting gel in it. Laziness, it's easier to see my hair, and its good when I am tired. It is cold outside. I heard this noise all night, sounded like a bike walking by outside, it turns out it was my overhead fan clicking.

I tried to read last night but skimmed. Ominous Parallels. So dark. I
look for the good parts. The ones that inspire me. I watched tv last night mindlessly in a blanket on the futon with a white blanket. I slept in a pink
satiny nightgown at 2 am. I listened to classical but when I heard a voice speaking I woke up and turned it off.
I am wearing a wool crest blazer, a white collared shirt and pink suit skirt with a belt. I have on my heels. I put on lipliner over my top lip in pink and black eyeliner and drew in my eyebrows all just over a light powdering.

Today doing complaints, 20 day and pre trial for accidents that the insurance won't pay. A ton of them. Mostly Progressive and State Farm. I have a mountain of files to put in and then I run over to the courthouse by trolley or I call the courier, this lady is a courier and makes tons of money.The paralegal here told me she was starting a courier business and using our clients for her business. LOL. She is breaking up with her man and falling apart. This was the same girl who told me last week she can have her ex anytime she wants...and he knows it.

The power went out in Florida last night. I couldn't get OJ, they had just swiped my card in the machine and poof the power went out, for hours, not only that but it was all of Miami Dade except for Key Biscayne. People were stuck in the Metro rail and in elevators, I had just left the building at work for a break to get some OJ. But there are stairs and emergency staff so it was ok, but all the traffic lights were down and it was fun being able to walk whenever in the streets and cops were everywhere and fire engines roared. I walked around in a daze, everyone was outside. Cell phones did not work even and everybody was panicking. Nobody knew what to do. Unfortunately my boss made us march upstairs and we had to sit at our desks and clean or something, with emergency lights from the generators. My part of the room is black. It was OK.

I usually go out to sunbathe for my break, but I wait until lunchtime and by then its cloudy or rainy. I get pissed.  I love the sun and especially when it is cold inside, I love to go out and get warmed up and sleep on the grass in park. Swing by Jamba "Two juices" Juice and get OJ.

I have all these bananas in my fridge, once refrigerated they turn yucky and black.

Yesterday the other office had no internet, I had a girl ask to use my computer to check her emails. Today we will have no server working, its the same thing everyday. 8 grand is what we have to pay the computer guys and it still is not fixed. Time Matters was upgraded yesterday and now its down again.
Some girl blabs in the kitchen she sounds like she is drunk, she calls the office boys, " My love" and they stand at the counter cutting up protein chocolate bars with a knife and drinking sprite for breakfast. There are a million half eaten salad dressings in the fridge. Coffee is made, espresso. I see tupperwares of mashed potatoes, corn and meat on top of rice. Pudding and jello containers. Yesterday my coworkers ordered Ropa Viejo or something like that. Slab of meat, yucca, rice and bans with fried plantains. SO easy to cook, why don;t they make it themselves? Publix flakes cereal with a banana cut up in it is what she had for breakfast, " Alot of fiber in it, its the best thing to have for breakfast, fiber", she says. She isn't talking about the cereal is she? Cafe con leche with toast and butter is what the other coworker has.

My boss is so nit picky, I have to smile when he is "teaching" me. It's so funny. He gets so upset and worked up over a misplaced comma,  and says things like, " you can't just do what you want here!", " there is no room for creativity here , it has to be a certain way"  " this is an exact science" I smile and say yes, and agree with everything, and it takes him a half hour for him to say things about perfection and how it reflects us and if that comma went through the court will send the papers back and make him look like a fool while I am happy with my cavalier attitude. Then he looks at me and says I am supposed to take care of him and protect him, not put him in harm's way, and I have to smile and agree, even though I think he is ridiculous. It's the same thing every time I go in his office. It takes me so long to do a paper with all the rules. Prefixes, you have to pencil in something here, make notes on the backs of files, the right spaces and right position, etc.. It took him an hour last night, over overtime, I had to stay, because we were working on one merge template and who put in these commas? We had to go through and find the right space, the right position of comma..and he re worded the paper so many times.

But then I hear him sticking up for me later and I hear him saying such nice things about me when he doesn't think I can hear, behind my back, so I forgive him.

 And OH MY GOD if there is a paper clip or staple on my floor! He will hold it to me and say " What is this?" and I say, "its a staple", then he always says, " I KNOW WHAT IT IS WHAT IS IT DOING ON THE FLOOR?" and I always say, " I don't know"..and I have to hide my smile cause its so funny, how he is.

 He gets so angry. The other lawyer loses patience with him all the time. 

He keeps everything meticulously recorded, in pencil, nice and neat. His papers are all in order. So neat. His bowtie is perfect and his cashmere and shoes from London always nice. He actually has a cashmere coat, in Miami. He has French vintage wine ads on the walls by Lautrec.

 The other lawyer has vintage rodeo posters (?) hanging up with yelling cowboys, hats, mustaches and ropes. For his vacation he is going to Montana or Minnesota for some Jazz Festival. The scheduler goes up to cape Cod once a year to visit family. She spends every single Sunday at Panera's this bakery in Dadeland eating and listening to classical music they play over loudspeaker, it is her favorite thing to do she says..(?)

 I never do the same things on weekends except for the seasonal farmer's market a block away. Alot of people have routines, I do not. My boss goes to Paris every Christmas. I have no routine. What would my ideal routine be? Hmm, maybe go to beach every Sunday or spend a day in Nature, photographing. Maybe every Saturday Ballet class or even everyday. That would be nice, meditation on Wednesday on South Beach, that was fun once. Maybe the farmer's market and maybe a massage at the mall, a leg and feet one, those are the best by strong hands. Sunbathing too I should fit in, maybe just on lunch breaks. I take baths every night, hot hot ones. I sleep once a day. I watch Lipstick Jungle and LOST every Thursday. I work every weekday.

I should be working 24-7, on SOMETHING, I should unless I think my purpose in life is to just blow off my talents and be lazy, be a consumer or a robot to tv or others.
Work on my body? Work on my novel? Work on my art? Write articles?

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I was in the kitchen watching the fat old ladies eat. There is one
young girl with long black hair, who already has the miserable look
and dark circles and pasty skin. Not for long will she look like that
eating with these people. I stare at them watching their food with
such curiosity. 2 slices of bread with squeeze out of a bottle "mayo".
Then American cheese, then round cuts of ham then more cheese and
mustard. It's all in reused plastic wrappers. Meanwhile a
microwaveable chef boyardee bowl of beef and mac heats up. The fattest
lady eats a plate of yellow rice with about 6 homemade chicken wings,
this other tired boring looking lady with the ugliest blonde frizzy
outdated hair in scrunchy, is microwaving reheating, chicken meat, old
looking, and she takes it out and places three slices of American deli
style cheese, ooing, and ahhin that it is 'deli' style, whatever that
crap means, and puts the cover back on. She had frozen, broccoli, it
looks re steamed and reheated, and there are orange pieces in it, once
carrots? She sprays this spray, it may be spray "butter" and offers
"crackers" in plastic, to everyone. This old lady eats dark chicken
meat, reheated with canned macaroni and cheese. They drink Cokes. They
talk about food at restaurants. I see someone pull out an orange. That
is all they talk about. They all have on black sweaters, low cut
shirts, pumps and have no makeup. They look like grandmas and mas. They made fun of a girl who brought in Cous Cous, talking all dirty saying it sounds like something sexy. Talking about diets, the soup diet. I am on the Orange juice diet, I should tell them.




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I know that in every situation and in every moment that I am making a decision, I need to think of myself first. In everything. what benefits me, what will and what is good for me, and what do I want and what makes or will make me happy? I don't do it enough. I am always concerned about others, if they are happy, if they need, what is wrong with them, walk on eggshells, or fear others. I need to do things out of the only path that will bring me anywhere, me. I am my own creator. No one else. I am the only one who will save myself.

 Instead of being a scammer and stealing things, I want to earn them. I want to earn them  with my brain. I want to honor all greatness. Pay tribute to the very best because it is a reflection of me. I do not want to take from Mr. Big, I want to be Mr. Big.

If my boss comes to me bitching about how piles on my desk have to be in numerical order, what action would benefit me? Well, he is my boss and pays me, I am being paid deservingly, so I say yes, and whatever objection I have in my head, I just put it aside, maybe look at the benefits of being neat as pie. I protect my job. That is in my best interest.

I do not throw my friendship around promiscuously to anyone, I protect my life, my information, I tell the truth because then I have nothing to hide or lie about later. But I mean, I should speak of me in the future rather than in the past, when talking to people.

Girls I work with are weird, with their milk and sick kids. One coworkers daughter's face blew up, eyes shut, from an infection. They all want to be skinny like me and say it all the time, they try watermelon juice too. They don't eat fried foods, nobody does, the fattest girls eat the least and its salads with dressing or rice or chicken, elf portions. How can that make you fat, I guess it does.

ANyways back to me. I need to do whatever benefits me in every second of every day. Choices I KNOW are right and wrong, I need to make them and think fast. I need to master my choosing skills. I don't just mean, choosing boring good, but choosing the highest and best, for me. I need to expect it, and follow it in my and there is a path that leads right to me, I have to follow it!


2 /28 There is a cold wave in Miami. Freezing. It's like 50's. My god! I can't stand it, I took 3 hot baths last night. Noone has heat cause noone needs it here, so I had to shut all my windows and curl up in bed.

It is so cold today, there is nothing colder than today. I have on  a tan large jacket and black thigh high tights, a body sweater and silk shirt and suit skirt.
Yesterday I got really hungry at night and had all sorts of cravings. I did drink alot of OJ yesterday as well. I cut open many sapodillas that were ripening by the hour. I watched American Idol last night and then the news on American Idol and then the local news with American Idol on it, then later more stuff about the local idols.. They really milk the show, they must be gazzillionaires, voting and downloads on itunes, selling, even last week, Paula Abdul had a new video out if you can believe it.

Today I did not bring any food to work. I got a ride so its even harder for me to get around. I can take the trolley to get OJ later or should I just eat mono fruit, and juice it with my teeth? Hmm. I might have some fruit here in fridge, bananas or something, I do not like bananas, I feel they dehydrate me. I was dehydrated last night and very cold.. I got some sniffles, as soon as that happens I drink lots of lukewarm water and am ok. I weighed 108lbs this morning.

I wrote alot last night a long letter to myself on what I am going to do, and what I should do. I wrote a letter to myself and realized I really am god of myself. I the listener obeys I the speaker. If that makes sense. I can program myself and tell myself to do things. I need to do productive things on the internet. I do, I need to do things that really matter to me like writing literature. I have a novel I need to pick up again. I want to make an e book, stuff like that, just for fun. I want to really do something that will be productive and be somehow important to my life. Its not me that needs convincing but you. YOu are the one I need to convince to start doing and not just talking About it and blanking out. You can't even read anymore, you skim and fall asleep. There is so much knowledge out there to grasp and assimilate and or process into right or wrong truth or lie reality unreality.

 I really like sleep. I do. When I get home I take a hot bath and curl up in bed, and I have these thoughts that give me heaviness and euphoria and then I nap and it lasts 10-20 minutes, and I know when I am in it. Then I come out of it and get up. It's like sleeping while wide awake. I do it every day. I nod off into it heavily, drunk and then I feel it pass and my energy floods back to me.

Today I will get a lot of work done but take it easy. I am not rushing. It is cold, I am hungry. Looks like I will have to leave and take a trolley to Jamba Juice.

My coworker gets bagels and coffee from Dunkin. She smokes cigarettes and told me she had real good sex last night and asked me if I did. I said no, I just watched American Idol and took baths and slept, ate sapodillas, tried to read, still am sleepy. Her sister got 15 grand as a gift from her boyfriend, who she calls her husband, because I guess money is what she always asks for, the skanky sister she showed me on Myspace. Now the latest is he calls her at work and tells her that her sister is now doing cocaine everyday.

I need to go shopping after work, take the train to Whole Foods and get some Jakfruit. I hope they have it, and I hope they have longans still. I love those. SO good. I do want a jakfruit. The Sapodillas I have at home are so good so sweet. When is Lychee season? That is my favorite, I get tons on those, like ten lbs I eat.

Last night I stayed late and was so annoyed, the other lawyer and the scheduler were screaming at each other, then it hit me, they do this so much in front of everyone. I get the feeling, they are both showing off, the abuse they give to each other, like its a loving affectionate thing or something. Its annoying. Its over done and over dramatic, the cruelty. She then talks about the grave. He acts like he is the only man on earth and goes off about how he has no faith in people. Sometimes he tells me, "If you forget to do this project, I will yell at Li—a, so make sure you do it". He does all the litigation so he must be in the mood to argue all the time. The other lawyer calls us " Children" when talking to us.

CAPITALISM, The rich get richer. The poor get richer.

The Bernstein Declaration
On the Principles and Possibilities of Capitalism

Capitalism is the only system based on the recognition
that each individual owns his life. Capitalism is the only
 social system in

which individuals are free to pursue their rational
self-interest, to own property and to profit from their
actions. It entrenches

individual rights, limited Constitutional government,
and political/intellectual/economic freedom.

The more capitalist a culture - the greater its
freedom and prosperity

That is the verdict of history. In just two short
centuries, capitalism has lifted men�s living
standards to heights undreamed of

in the pre-capitalist era. Often forgotten today
is that Western Europe, prior to the capitalist
revolution of the late Eighteenth

Century, suffering under the political
yoke of the feudal aristocracy, was the
equivalent of a Third World country now -
wracked by

famine, recurrent plague, and the most
 unspeakable poverty. But no longer.

When was the last time a famine occurred
in any capitalist nation - whether in Western
Europe, North America or Asia? The United

States has never suffered a famine in its history.

Capitalism has created abundance unmatched in
human history, enabling hundreds

of millions to live better today than all the
kings of yesterday.

Less capitalism means more human misery

But the non capitalist nations - the fascist,
socialist, military or theocratic dictatorships -
enslave their own citizens and

subsist in abysmal squalor. In many African
countries the living standard is one or two hundred
 dollars per year. In North Korea,

they starve to death by the tens of thousands.
In Cuba, they drown trying to swim to freedom
in the United States. Millions of

oppressed people around the globe yearn to
 emigrate to the Free World. But who in the
capitalist nations seeks to emigrate to

Cambodia?

What makes capitalism�s astounding success possible?

What principles explain the fact that mankind's
greatest inventions and works of art - his most life-giving
material and spiritual

advances - the steam engine, the cinema, the telegraph,
the telephone, the electric light, the novel, the automobile,
 the symphony,

the airplane, the radio, the television, the personal
computer, the Internet and countless medical breakthroughs -
 were created under

capitalism?

The simple answer is: freedom.

When men are free to pursue their rational "self-interest",
when they are free to use their minds in the quest for
personal profit and to better

their lives, they are magnificently productive. The
political/economic freedom of capitalism liberates the
best minds and the most

ambitious men to build, to create, to innovate, to
 invent, to advance human well-being and happiness.

Mankind�s greatest inventor, Thomas Edison, in his
 laboratory at Menlo Park, specifically tailored his
projects toward the purpose

of profitability. He, and so many of the other great
inventors and industrialists responsible for raising men's
 living standards,

earned and enjoyed great wealth. Left free - under
capitalism - to create, produce, and build for personal
gain they consequently

raised the living standards of all.

The Mind

Involved in this is a deeper principle: Capitalism
 is the system of the mind. The mind is man's
fundamental survival instrument,

just as wings are a bird�s. It is only by means of
rational thinking and productive work that man
can raise his living standards

and increase his life expectancy. But the mind
does not function under coercion. Coercion
paralysis creativity. The mind cannot be

enslaved. Capitalism flourishes because it is the
 only system of free minds, free men and free markets.

The greatest thinkers and activists of history - from
 
Aristotle to John Locke, from Thomas Jefferson to
Adam Smith, Ludwig von

Mises, and Ayn Rand - have recognized, fought for,
and glorified the freedom of man�s mind. They
have understood that when men are

oppressed, the rational mind is stifled, and the darkness
of barbarism follows. But when men are free to think
and to act on their

thinking, when the mind is liberated, the
Renaissance and the Enlightenment are possible.
 Freedom is freedom of the mind.

Oppression is oppression of the mind.

Universal and Inevitable

It is no accident that man�s freest periods have
seen his greatest achievements. From the
Golden Age of Athens to the Italian

Renaissance to the technological and industrial
breakthroughs of the United States, the freedom
of man's mind has led to

magnificent advances in philosophy, the arts and
 science.

This is the promise and the possibility of capitalism.
This is the Capitalist Vision. It is our vision.

Liberate man�s mind and behold the spectacle of
his advance. Revel in the beauty of his sculptures,
 paintings and symphonies, soar

with the heroes of his novels, marvel at his
philosophic, scientific and technological advance.

The West progressed culturally and economically
because it had at least some reverence for man's
 mind and the inalienable rights of

the individual. These are the inescapable
prerequisites of human advancement. If we
 desire the effect of cultural Renaissance, we

must enact the cause of political/economic freedom.

The current predicament of the Third World's
starving millions is identical to that of Europe in the
Dark Ages. Their minds and

bodies are oppressed by political dictators. Give them
freedom - and give them life. They have the advantage
of seeing what the

West has accomplished. When they institute freedom,
they can replicate the achievements of capitalism.

Your life, your choice

Capitalism is the greatest benefactor man has ever
had. It is time for the thinking men and women of
 every nation to recognize that

fact and to fully embrace the system of the mind
and of individual rights.

Men and women of all countries unite - in your
 support of capitalism.
You have a world of joyous achievement to win.

© 2001, 2002 Andrew Bernstein & PRODOS



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Great EXCERPT on an essay on man and right and wrong
and truth and unreality by Leonard Peikoff, below,
a great thinker. He kind of uses big words so
read carefully, it is college level reading but
the concepts are so basic and can be fully grasped by all..

http://www.peikoff.com/essays/fact_value.htm

Objectivism holds that value is objective
(not intrinsic or subjective); value is based on and derives
from the facts of reality

(it does not derive from mystic authority or from whim,
 personal or social). Reality, we hold — along with the
decision to remain

in it, i.e., to stay alive — dictates and demands an entire
code of values. Unlike the lower species, man does not
 pursue the

proper values automatically; he must discover and choose
 them; but this does not imply subjectivism. Every proper
 value-judgment is

the identification of a fact: a given object or action advances
man's life (it is good): or it threatens man's life (it is bad or

an evil). The good, therefore, is a species of the true;
 it is a form of recognizing reality. The evil is a species
 of the false;

it is a form of contradicting reality. Or: values are a
type of facts; they are facts considered in relation to
the choice to live.

In the objective approach, since every fact bears on
the choice to live, every truth necessarily entails a
 value-judgment, and

every value-judgment necessarily presupposes a truth.
As Ayn Rand states the point in "The Objectivist Ethics":
"Knowledge, for any

conscious organism, is the means of survival;
 to a living consciousness, every 'is' implies an
 'ought.'" Evaluation, accordingly,

is not a compartmentalized function
 applicable only to some aspects of man's
 life or of reality; if one chooses to live and to be

objective, a process of evaluation is coextensive
 with and implicit in every act of cognition.

This applies even to metaphysically given facts
(as distinguished from man-made facts). Metaphysically
given facts, Miss Rand

points out, cannot as such be evaluated.
Sunlight, tidal waves, the law of gravity, et all.
are not good or bad; they simply are;

such facts constitute reality and are thus the basis
of all value-judgments. This does not, however,
alter the principle that every

"is" implies an "ought." The reason is that every fact
of reality which we discover has, directly or indirectly,
 an implication for

man's self-preservation and thus for his proper course
 of action. In relation to the goal of staying alive, the fact
 demands

specific kinds of actions and prohibits others; i.e.,
it entails a definite set of evaluations. For instance,
 sunlight is a fact of

metaphysical reality; but once its effects are discovered
 by man and integrated to his goals, a long series of
evaluations follows:

the sun is a good thing (an essential of life as we know
 it); i.e., within the appropriate limits, its light and
heat are good,

good for us; other things being equal, therefore, we
ought to plant our crops in certain locations, build our

homes in a certain

way (with windows), and so forth; beyond the
appropriate limits, however, sunlight is not good
(it causes burns or skin cancer);

etc. All these evaluations are demanded by the
 cognitions involved — if one pursues knowledge
in order to guide one's actions.

Similarly, tidal waves are bad, even though
natural; they are bad for us if we get caught in
one, and we ought to do whatever we

can to avoid such a fate. Even the knowledge
of the law of gravity, which represents a somewhat
 different kind of example, entails

a host of evaluations — among the most obvious
of which are: using a parachute in midair is good,
 and jumping out of a plane

without one is bad, bad for a man's life.

Just as there can be no dichotomy between mind
and body, so there can be none between the true
and the good. Even in regard to

metaphysically given facts, cognition and evaluation
 cannot be sundered. Cognition apart from evaluation
is purposeless; it becomes

the arbitrary desire for "pure knowledge" as an
end in itself. Evaluation apart from cognition is
 non-objective; it becomes the

whim of pursuing an "I wish" not based on any "It is."
 
THE SAME PRINCIPLE applies in regard to man
-made facts — which brings us to the virtue
of justice. Justice is an aspect of the

principle that cognition demands evaluation;
 it is that principle applied to human choices
 and their products. Since man is

volitional, evaluation of the man-made is of a
 special kind: it is moral evaluation.

The virtue of justice is necessary, at root, for the
 same reason that evaluation in relation to any
 fact is necessary: the

character and behavior of other men are facts,
 which have effects on one's own well-being.
To an individual in a division-of-labor

society, it makes a life-or-death difference
 whether he is surrounded by producers or
 parasites, honest men or cheats, independent

men or power-lusters. Just as one must
distinguish between good and bad in relation
 to the realm of nature, so one must distinguish

between good and bad in relation to the realm of man.

In Objectivist terms, this means a single
fundamental issue: in the human realm,
one must distinguish the rational from the

irrational, the thinkers from the evaders.
Such judgment tells one whether a man,
in principle, is committed to reality — or to

escaping from and fighting it. In the one
case, he is an ally and potential benefactor
of the living; in the other, an enemy and

potential destroyer. Thus the mandate of justice:
identify the good (the rational) and the evil
(the irrational) in men and their

works — then, first, deal with, support and
/or reward the good; and, second, boycott,
 condemn and/or punish the evil. (One aspect

of this second policy is the principle of not
granting to evil one's moral sanction.)

Evaluation, though it is essential in every
field of cognition, is especially urgent in
regard to the man-made. When, through the

default of the better men, evil (evasion) wins
 out in a human society, man's life is thereby
 doomed, however great the scientific

knowledge at the time and however beneficent
 the conditions of physical nature. By contrast,
 when, through the scrupulous justice

of the better men, the good (the mind) wins
out, there is virtually no form of ignorance or
natural disaster that men cannot

successfully combat.

Justice — being an aspect of the principle that
 every cognition demands an evaluation —
requires moral judgment of men and their

works across-the-board, with no areas of life
excepted or exempted. In Ayn Rand's words
(from "How Does One Lead a Rational Life in

an Irrational Society?"): "one must know
 clearly, in full, verbally identified form,
one's own moral evaluation of every person,

issue and event with which one deals, and
act accordingly." How does one reach a moral
evaluation of a person? "A man's moral

character," Miss Rand writes in "The Psychology
 of Psychologizing," "must be judged on the basis
of his actions, his statements and

his conscious convictions..." (The word
"statements" here denotes a broad, some
what overlapping category. All morally revealing

statements imply the speaker's premises
 or ideas, even if they do not explicitly
assert them; but some statements do assert them —

just as some statements are themselves
actions: e.g., a declaration of war.)

Now let us consider what is involved in
judging a man's actions morally.
Two crucial, related aspects must be borne in mind:

existence and consciousness, or effect and cause.
Existentially, an action of man (as of sunlight) is
good or bad according to its

effects: its effects, positive or negative, on man's
life. Thus creating a skyscraper is good, murdering
 the architect is bad —

both by the standard of life. But human action is not
merely physical motion; it is a product of a man's
ideas and value-judgments,

true or false, which themselves derive from a certain
 kind of mental cause; ultimately, from thought
or from evasion.
 Human action

is an expression of a volitional consciousness.
This is why human action (as against sunlight)
 is morally evaluated. The

skyscraper's creator, one infers in pattern,
functioned on the basis of proper value-
judgments and true ideas, including a complex

specialized knowledge; so he must have
expended mental effort, focus, work; so one

praises him morally and admires him. But the

murderer (assuming there are no extenuating

circumstances) acted on ideas and value-
judgments that defy reality; so he must have

evaded and practiced whim-worship; so one
 condemns him morally and despises him.

Both these aspects, I repeat, are essential to
moral judgment. An action without effects on
man's life (there are none such) would

be outside the realm of evaluation — there
would be no standard of value by which to assess it.
 An action not deriving from ideas,

i.e., from the cognitive/evaluative products of a
 volitional mental process, would be the reflex of a
deterministic puppet or of an

animal; it could not be subject to moral judgment.
 
THE SAME FACTORS apply in regard to the other
main branch of moral judgment: judging a man's
 conscious convictions or ideas. In

judging an idea morally, one must (as in the action case)
determine, through the use of evidence, whether the
 idea is true or

false, in correspondence with reality or in
contradiction
 to it. Then, in exact parallel to the case of
action, there are two

crucial aspects to be identified: the mental
process which led to the idea, and the
existential results to which the idea itself

leads (which means in its case: the kind of
 action that flows from it). In judging an
 idea morally, it is not relevant whether its

results are enacted by the idea's
originator or by his later followers. The
existential issue here is: what kind of effects —

pro-life or anti-life — will this idea have by
its very nature, if and when men start to act on it?

Just as every "is" implies an "ought," so
every identification of an idea's truth or
falsehood implies a moral evaluation of the

idea and of its advocates. The evaluation,
 to repeat, comes from the answer to two
 related questions: what kind of volitional cause

led people to this idea? and, to what kind
 of consequences will this idea lead in practice?

Let me pause to indicate certain ramifications
 involved in answering the first of these questions.
The general principle here is:

truth implies as its cause a virtuous mental
process; falsehood, beyond a certain point,
 implies a process of vice. The proper

understanding of this principle, however,
requires some discussion.

It is possible for a man to embrace an idea
 blindly, on faith from others or simply by
his own whim, without the effort of

understanding or integrating it. In such a case,
the idea, no matter what its content, reflects
negatively on the individual. For

Objectivism, an idea thus embraced is not "true"
 (or "false"). In relation to such a mind, the idea
is without cognitive status; it

is the arbitrary, and is analogous to the sounds
emitted by a parrot. The true qua true, by
 contrast, does imply a process of

understanding and integration, and therefore
 some degree of effort, focus, work. The
degree of the effort may differ, of course,

according to circumstances, such as whether
one is the originator of the true idea or has
 learned it from others.

Now we must note that falsehood does not
 necessarily imply vice; honest errors of
 knowledge are possible. But such errors are not

nearly so common as some people wish to
 think, especially in the field of philosophy.
In our century, there have been countless

mass movements dedicated to inherently
dishonest ideas — e.g., Nazism, Communism,
 non-objective art, non-Aristotelian logic,

egalitarianism, nihilism, the pragmatist cult
of compromise, the Shirley MacLaine types,
who "channel" with ghosts and recount

their previous lives; etc. In all such cases, the
 ideas are not merely false; in one form or
another, they represent an explicit

rebellion against reason and reality (and, therefore,
 against man and values). If the conscientious
attempt to perceive reality by

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FRUITARIAN HEAVEN TODAY AT LUNCH

TODAY FOR LUNCH ON MY DESK, AT WORK, ON TOP OF FILES, WITH PAPER PLATE AND PLASTIC KNIFE AND SPORK, I HAD A QUARTER FLORIDA LARGE RIPE AND SOFT AVOCADO, PERFECTLY RIPE AND TWO OF THE SWEETEST PERSIMMONS EVER. FRUITARIAN HEAVEN, FOR SURE, AT LUNCH ON MY BREAK I WENT TO PUBLIX. IT WAS SO GOOD. I WAS SAVORING EVERY BITE. I CAN'T EAT AVOCADO ALONE, I NEEDED SOMETHING WITH IT. I WAS SO SURPRISED FRUITARIAN EUPHORIA, YOU NEVER KNOW WHEN IT WILL HIT YOU. IT COMES, LAST NIGHT I HAD IT ALOT EATING ALL THOSE SAPODILLAS.

I FEEL GOOD TODAY. I WAS A LITTLE SCARED TO TOUCH AVOCADO. WHY I DO NOT KNOW.
 I WORKED HARD AT WORK, WORE A BLACK SKIRT, VICTORIA SECRET THIGH HIGHS UNDER IT. OVER THAT I HAD ON A DRESS SWEATER BUT IT IS WARM OUT NOW. THE SUN IS OUT AND IT FELT SO GOOD ON MY FACE.  I WORE A SILK SHIRT MY MOM GAVE ME, LONG SLEEVED COLLARED, FOR WORK WITH STRIPES, IT FEELS SO GOOD, NOT VEGAN BUT I AM HAPPY SO I DON'T CARE. SILK IS NICE.

FOR BREAKFAST I HAD LOTS OF fs ORANGE JUICE, LIKE 32 OZ AND THEN 22 OZ. AT WORK EVERYONE EATS WEIRD STUFF, I CAN'T EXPLAIN IT, I HAVE BEEN OUT OF THE COOKED FOOD LOOP FOR SO LONG WHEN I SEE THINGS I AM SHOCKED. CEREAL NOW COMES IN TO-GO PACKAGES ( LIKE CUP OF SOUPS) AND THIS GUY HAD CHOPPED  PROTEIN BAR IN IT, WITH Pasteurized NOTMILKANYMORE. ANOTHER GUY WITH HIS BIG BOTTLE OF WHEY Protein DUMPING IT IN HIS COFFEE. I NEED TO STOP LOOKING. PORK CHOPS WITH THE BONES BURNT BEING SUCKED ON, AND THAT SAME YELLOW RICE I SEE EVERYDAY, RICE RICE RICE ALL REHEATED AND DRY..

I TEASED MY HAIR A LITTLE BIT. IN A SEA OF PEOPLE I FEEL JUST LIKE EVERYBODY ELSE SOMETIMES. I WANT TO STICK OUT, BE NOTICEABLE, BE BEAUTIFUL, MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN EVERYONE ELSE. I LOVE MY COWORKERS. I DO. I THINK THEY ARE ALL REALLY NICE. MY BOSS I EVEN LIKE TOO.

EVERY THURSDAY FOR LUNCH HE GOES TO GABLES DINER WITH HIS LAWYER BUDDY, FOR LIKE TEN YEARS IT IS A HABIT. EVERY FRIDAY FOR LIKE 20 YEARS HE GOES WITH HIS WIFE TO HOUSE OF INDIA FOR DINNER. ROUTINES. ARE THEY THE SECRET TO HAPPINESS? THE OTHER LAWYER SEEMS A LOT HAPPIER. I CAUGHT HIM LOOKING AT SOME BLEACHED BLONDE ON THE COMPUTER THE OTHER DAY. NOT THE HOTTEST BUT AT LEAST ITS A GIRL. OUR COMPUTERS ARE SO SLOW THAT IT TAKES A LONG TIME TO SHUT OUT A WINDOW. THEY ARE WORKING ON IT, THE RICH COMPUTER GEEKS. ANYWAYS HE SEEMS IN A REAL GOOD MOOD AND TODAY HE WAS SCHMOOZING IN THE KITCHEN WITH THE OTHER LAWYERS EATING HIS CHICKEN GRILL CHOP WITH PASTEL YELLOW DRESSING THAT SMELLS. THE SCHEDULER SAYS HE HAS ORDERED THAT SAME LUNCH FOR MANY YEARS.

I WENT TO CHECK MY PO BOX ALSO. ITS ALL CLOSEBY,  I AM CENTERED. I LOVE IT. I EVEN HAVE A FARMER'S MARKET A BLOCK AWAY ON WEEKENDS. ANYWAYS, SOMEONE TOLD ME THERE IS A FARMER'S MARKET EVERY THURSDAY AT BAYFRONT PARK WITH MAMEYS THAT ARE 3 LBS. SOUNDS LIKE ITS BY THE WATER. I CAN SAY I AM HAPPY AT THE MOMENT. I AM AND DEEL GOOD AND FEEL CENTERED AND FEEL HAPPY. TRULY HAPPY. I HAVE ALL THAT I WANT AND THE MORE THAT I WANT I WILL HAVE. I ORDER MYSELF, I ORDER YOU TO GET IT, I KNOW YOU MUST HAVE IT, I KNOW THE REACHES OF YOUR TASTE.

 I ALSO HAVE THREE BOXES OF STRAWBERRIS AND AN ASIAN PEAR AND ORGANIC MANGO. I MIGHT HAVE SOME AVO WITH STRAWBERRIES NEXT.

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THE 29TH

TODAY ALL I HAD WAS OJ FOR BREAKFAST WITH ALOE WATER BLENDED IN IT. DIDN'T EVEN TASTE IT. THE WORLDS OLDEST CAT HAD ALOE EVERY DAY.
http://www.petplace.com/cats/world-s-oldest-cat-140-in-human-years-but-who-s-counting/page1.aspx

I HAVE STRAWBERRIES AND AVOCADO IN THE KITCHEN FRIDGE I WILL CHOP UP.

THERE IS SOMETHING I FEEL IS MISSING. I WASTE ALOT OF TIME ON MESSAGE BOARDS AND OTHER STUFF. I WANT TO CREATE SOMETHING FOR ME, WRITTEN FOR ME. I CAN START TONIGHT. I WILL JUST REPLACE STUFF WITH OTHER STUFF, STUFF THAT IS FOR ME. STUFF I WANT TO WRITE FOR ME.

 MY MOM WANTS ME TO VISIT PARAGUAY, I WILL HAVE MY OWN HOUSE TO STAY IN. I WANT TO GO DURING FRUIT SEASON. SHE BUILT A FORTRESS THERE WITH BULLET PROOF WINDOWS. SHE HAS AN EMPTY LOT SHE WANTS TO SELL TOO. SHE COUNTS OFF THE FRUIT TREES. I GIVE HER SEEDS TO PLANT WHEN SHE LEAVES FOR THERE ALL THE TIME. SHE GREW A MAMEY, EVERYBODY WAS CURIOUS ABOUT, BUT THE CARETAKER OF HER HOUSE FORGOT TO WATER IT AND IT DIED. WAIT TIL THEY SEE STAR APPLE. I WOULD LIKE TO GO THERE TO WRITE. AND JUST THAT, WAKE UP AND WRITE UNTIL THE AFTERNOON AND THEN DO RELATIVE STUFF. IT ALL REVOLVES AROUND FOOD I AM SURE. MY CHILDHOOD MEMORIES ARE ABOUT WAKING UP AND WATCHING THEN FRY EGGS AND MAKE COCIDO ON THIS BARBECUE THING. nOW THEY HAVE STOVES AND KITCHENS I AM SURE. IT IS A NICE IDEA. I WILL HAVE DRIVERS AND CARETAKERS, AS LONG AS I BRING DOWN MONEY I AM SURE AS GIFT. MY BEST FRIEND AS A BABY WILL WANT TO SEE SHE IS A DOCTOR. MY CHILDHOOD BEST FRIEND FROM THE UNITED STATES IS A DOCTOR NOW AND ANOTHER GRADE SCHOOL ONE IS A LAWYER.

I FEEL GUILTY AND THINK WELL MAYBE I SHOULD VISIT MY GRANDMOTHER IN LATROBE PA FIRST. I HAVE UNCLES AND NEPHEWS I NEVER MET YET. MY COUSINS ARE ALL GROWN UP AND MATURE. ITS SO FUNNY VISITING PENNSYLVANIA. IT IS SOOOO REDNECK. LITTLE KIDS 12 YEARS OF AGE CHEW TOBACCO AND BLOW DRY THEIR WINGS HAIRSTYLE, AND MY COUSINS WERE RAISED HUNTING DEER WITH BOW AND ARROW. THEY DON'T BUY JAP CARS AND THEY WILL FIST  FIGHT OVER NOTHING. MY RELATIVES ARE ALL SUPER BLONDES, WHITE TRASH RELIGIOUS PEOPLE AND MY GRANDPARENTS WERE MINISTER CHURCH PEOPLE. MY GRANDFATHER USED TO TAKE ME TO LODGES, WHERE I MET OTHER GRANDKIDS WITH LODGE PARENTS. MY GRANDMOTHER WAS A "CHRISTIAN STAR" THIS SECRET TEMPLE THING, AND MY GRANDDAD USED TO WEAR THE FUNNY HATS LIKE THEY WORE IN THE FLINTSONES AT THEIR MEETINGS. MY GRANDMA HAS A MILLION CRYSTAL SWANS AND WHEN DINNER IS READY SHE RINGS A CRYSTAL BELL.
MY UNCLE IS NICE. I DO NOT KNOW WHAT WE WOULD HAVE TO TALK ABOUT. NOT GOD, NOT SMOKING POT WITH HIM, NOR DRINKING, MAYBE JUST WATCHING TV WITH GRANDMA AND CATCHING UP, ALTHOUGH I DO NOT KNOW WHAT TO SAY. MAYBE I CAN KNIT OR CROCHET SLIPPERS LIKE I USED TO WHEN OVER WITH THEM. NOT VERY EXCITING.

IN PARAGUAY I REMEMBER, EVEN WHEN I VISTED AT 15, I WAS A LITTLE CELEBRITY, THE WHOLE TOWN TREATED ME, LIKE ROYALTY. EVERYBODY WANTS TO TOUCH ME, HOLD ME, EVERYBODY IS MY RELATIVE, THEY BRING ME GIFTS AND I FELT REALLY SPECIAL. I PLAY WITH MONKEYS AND PARROTS, ALTHOUGH MONKEYS ARE NOT VERY NICE. ALL THE BOYS LIKE ME, I MEAN REALLY LIKE ME.