Who is your enemy?

Before anything happens, I'd like to say I've always distrusted both marketing experts and censors (I hate the latter with all my heart, actually). If I ever had to protect myself from somebody is from these people that think they have a hand in anything artistic...when God knows they don't. They maybe the pinnacle of man's search to control creativity, but they can also be the greatest undoing of culture.
I'm maybe talking about Mexican varieties, but even the big guys have the tendencies to destroy artistic vision...Microsoft, Sony even Nintendo. They put their marketing guys up front and we're talking a bloodbath.

That's why most dreamers go independent...others do not possess the vision to understand, let alone the gray matter to imagine for themselves the beauty in something.

Beauty comes first for an artist, consequences always come later (and that is a big issue for us). None of the great artists ever gave a damn fuck, how their opus magnus could affect society, and neither should modern ones.

To all my friends out there, be wary of investors and those who say they can help you with the money...nothing else is more important than the content. Thanks to St. George Lucas and St. Robert Rodriguez for the heads up on all these things to expect from the evil corporate empires.

samsung sph-i550 j2me

Finally, after struggling for several two days, I have finally found a Midp 2.0 virtual machine that will at least run on the samsung sph-i550 j2me - virtually all Palm OS 5 machines will run this old VM from God knows where (lookup MIDP2.zip in Google) . My best guess is that it's a VM prior to WEME 5.7.1 that still runs more or less on other PALM OS machines.

it's in spanish and it somewhat sucks - but it works

I still have hopes that the trial WEME from IBM for the Tungsten C will work and even better (I bought the WEME 5.7.1 official from palmsource and that doesn't work).

At least I have yet to get my Treo 700p (which hopefully will work with something better).

All hail Java

Game Developer's Crisis

God dammit I'm about to explode. So many things and so many visions. It's a miracle that I can disttract myself long enough to write this.

If i ever suspected that I was somehow bipolar, it is amounting now, in these times.

Or maybe I'm chronically depressed, whatever.

I just have to shout. So many things in one single engine. I want to die sometimes.

Always my life is filled with strange enigmatic intrigue...often not associated directly with me, but around me.
Have I twisted the cogs of fate too much this time?
Have I betrayed something much more important than my future?
Have I employed a method of self-destruct?

My way has always been the high way. I never think about those under me unless they're part of my path.
I have put in the very last parameter in a strange machiavelic device that was fathomed out of deceit, mistrust and possibly, just possibly, misjudgement. If so, that means that everyone is to learn something very important, but at a very painful price.
I have no logical choice but to take my decisions with great prudence. Should I act? Or should I let things play out?

I never wanted to complicate things this far, but I'm certain that all things happen for a reason. What reason that might be, is what makes me fear my own diabolical genius. The unknown answer to what it all comes down to is what makes me tremble in fear.

The outcome might outweigh the means...I am in a very dangerous situation right now. My brother always had a way to help me look at things in a seemingly more logical way...cold and without sentiments, but always mindful of the present and of other peoples feelings.

My father might lose his job, but my mother saw it coming for years.

I might lose proteco, but I feared it was strangely inevitable.

My brother might actually stay in florida...but it would be for the better.

This country might have to die in it's own hypocricy...but it deserves it because our leaders have led us to such a result.

I feel a strange balance to it all...something right now feels...okay.