July 2010
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The Future Is That Mountain: not all christians... →
yellowbricks:
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Actually, all christians are alike in that they all believe the same silly made-up storys, and on principle believe things(creation, virgin births, talking bushes, etc) that can clearly be dis-proven by science, and verifiable history. So I mean there’s that similarity, no…
First off, I am an Atheist. However, I am mostly in agreement with inthefade. I never really...
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“Experience is what you get when you didn’t get what you wanted.”
– The Last Lecture, Randy Pausch (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes) (via fictionz)
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And That Will Have To Be Enough
I met Adrianna a little over twenty years ago. I was going to college with her husband, Scott. Scott and I became friends and as a result Adrianna and I became friends as well. During that time, I was at a really low point in my life and I believe that Adrianna picked up on this. I remember spending hours talking into the early morning hours about life, my problems, music and well… just...
June 2010
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Value of Faith
It is days like these that I wished that I believed in an afterlife. Those words sound hypocritical to me. They are, perhaps, remnants from a faith that died many years back. But I wouldn’t be honest if I didn’t mention that I didn’t miss the belief. Strangely, I don’t miss the belief for myself. In all honesty, I am perfectly content to just fall asleep and relegate myself...
Bless You?
I don’t understand it when people say “Bless you” after someone sneezes. No one is possessed and there are no demons flying out of anyone’s nose. How archaic is someone’s thinking that anyone still says this?
Because I have these thoughts, I stopped saying anything long ago. So after someone sneezes, I refuse to say anything. This draws ire after a sneeze -...
The Need for Speed
Before I begin, let me say this first - I am an incredibly safe driver. I know a lot of people just say this, but I believe that I seriously put this into action. I am a rubbernecker, mirror-checker who always is courteous to other drivers and conscious of the road conditions. I always have been and probably always will be. Given that, I really love to drive incredibly fast when I am alone. I...
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I and Love and You
You were the first girl that I had said those words to and meant them. Sure, I had regurgitated them back to other girls, but only because they said them to me. Who knows how earnestly they meant them anyway, right? But when I said them to you for the first time, those specific three words, I honestly meant them. Those words in the beginning were so hard to say - “I” and...
Wonderful Meaninglessness
I think that I concentrate too hard on making things “perfect”. I pretend that I just go with the flow. But behind the scenes, I hide a lot of the sweat and toil that I go through in what I do. As a perfectionist, I believe most of what I do blows anyway and I don’t know why I have even started it in the first place. Take writing for example… I don’t really see myself...
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“He isn’t a Blackhawk…he got traded. I was a Hawks player and I’m not crying....”
– Phil Esposito disagreeing with Jeremy Roenick’s tears (NHL Power Play) (via center-ice)
Strongly disagree!
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Slow Down
I wish I had time. Time in general. I just feel that I don’t have enough of it. When I was a kid, I remember spending hours hanging out in my room just doing nothing. No distractions and letting my imagination go where it chose. Now I am lucky to hold a single thought in my head for a second before I am distracted by this or that. I hate it, this time in my life where I feel like I am being...
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aletdownsquid asked: Hello,
I just wanted to thank you for being one of the first to back my project on Kickstarter. It really means a lot to me. Thanks!
I just wanted to thank you for being one of the first to back my project on Kickstarter. It really means a lot to me. Thanks!
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The Cat Has Left the Building
One day you just said, “Goodbye” and then you were gone. You gave no explanations. You left me with no reasons. You just… left. I know it sounds cliche, but I walked around for years in a daze, quite literally not knowing what to do. I tried to become a drunk, but I got tired of the hangovers. Being a drug addict seemed too over the top and it didn’t really fit my style....
May 2010
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Bloody Roast Beef In Minnesota
Strange things always happen in run down, greasy spoon diners. This day was no exception. I had spent several months working with Tom in Minnesota and grew to appreciate his strange sensibilities. He was a character and those around him just didn’t understand him. He was gruff, seemingly angry all the time. But that was purely his exterior. He respected straight talk and despised those that...
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The Intersection
This morning was a normal morning that began a normal day. I woke up at 5:30am as I normally do. Grabbed my iPod and headed out into the solace of the early morning hour that I love so much. Near the end of my walk, I had come to a point where I normally cut diagonally through a quiet four-way intersection. I’ve done this many times without thought; however, for some reason, on this normal day,...
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The Geek Hideout: How to tell if you are on... →
If you ever owned a a paper punch specifically for double-siding your floppy disks.
If you remember your amazement at copying a diskette using ONLY four disk swaps.
If you find yourself thinking that a Telebit Trailblazer would really speed up your internet use.
If you ever rented a truck…
I still have my old Apple IIe with the extended 80 column card, the 10” green screen...
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The Bluff
I found myself sitting on a sheer bluff over looking the Pacific Ocean in Northern California on New Years Eve. It was one of those accidental moments when you find yourself alone with only the hypnotic pull of the nature that surrounds you to keep you company. It was cold and wet being that it had been raining a majority of that week. The black clouds whisked by rapidly, trying desperately to...
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On Religion
“If man realized that the universe like him can love and suffer, he would be reconciled”
— Albert Camus
The universe, the world around you, isn’t very reasonable. You can’t rationalize with it. It won’t listen to you and it doesn’t really care whether you or I live or die. This is a frightening prospect considering that every single one of us is in...
The Torch
There have been many cherished times in my youth where I have found myself, flat on my back, lying on a luscious bed of warm grass, blanketed by the cooled breezes of an early summer evening, with nothing to do but simply stare up at the billions and billions of stars. They were so beautiful, brilliant diamonds set against a blackened tapestry that decorated the night sky. There has always been...
A New Paradigm
A lot of things in life are bullshit. Everything pretty much boils itself down into a whimsical pool of absurdity depending greatly on the skews of perspectives that all of us, as individuals, lay at the feet of another’s perception. We attach importance to just about anything that will serve to elevate our experience of this human condition. I try to temper my thoughts filtered through this...
The Rules of Fight Club
A refresher course, just in case you have forgotten….
The first rule of Fight Club is you do not talk about Fight Club.
The second rule of Fight Club is… YOU DO NOT TALK ABOUT FIGHT CLUB.
Third rule of Fight Club… someone yells stop, goes limp, taps out the fight is over.
Fourth rule… only two guys to a fight.
Fifth rule? One fight at a time, fellas.
Sixth rule. No...
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Feeling the Leaving
In that moment it was as if I was floating outside looking down on myself. The pallid light from moon that shone down from the cold, dark, early December morning sky gently kissed my face. And my face, cold and pale, as if all the hope of an earlier time had flowed out like blood, dripped from my chin and collected in tiny pools on the ground under which I sat. How I wish I could have brought...
From Here...
From here the storm seems close. Standing alone in my defiance, as if locked in some immortal challenge with the storm’s blackened clouds raging just off the horizon. Do I dare taunt it to draw closer and bring all of its might down upon these lonely shores? These shores, my shores, for which I claim the right to label if by only my sheer will to survive its total isolation. I raise my fists...
To Live In Fear
I am standing on this pallid stretch of sand. The ocean’s breeze gently caresses my skin as I watch the horizon yield to the darkness with a sullen palette of yellow and orange. Desperation slowly suffocates, knowing that all that stands between here and somewhere else is this dull, lifeless sea. I shutter during these quiet moments. It is this unyielding fear that keeps me locked to these...
Appreciate Now
I don’t think I ever really appreciated the right here and the right now. “Back then” always looked better and I couldn’t wait until “I get there” was here. Now is always too painful as I sit here in the moment and I am never content with sitting here in the shit I am in right here and right now. Think of it this way, in the past, I was dreaming of the shit I am...
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Don't Hide
I was thinking about the process of creation today. When a creator creates something, they literally pour something of themselves into that which they are creating, breathing a life of it’s own into it. The reason for this is because the creation is only half of the process. Without others, outside of the creator, to share in the creation the creation withers and dies. A beautiful piece of...
The Water Always Flows
A man spends his life damming up a river because the valley beyond seemed so supple and fertile. But in a moment of clarity, he realized what he had forgotten is that which came before had been flooded and buried beneath the murky depths of the pool he had created. He knelt before the edge of the pool, peering down, hoping for a glimmer of the past; yet nothing came except echoes of distant...
In a Thousand Years
In a thousand years, nobody will remember most of us. Well, actually, in the next one hundred years most of us will drop into obscurity and be forgotten. Our children’s children will barely think of us and when our children finally die we will die right along with them. If you don’t subscribe to the idea of an eternal life, does this idea haunt you? For me, I would rather have...
The Rest Is Just Gravy
Do you think animals contemplate if they have a purpose in life? Do you think they wander around, wondering if they are really fulfilling their purpose? My guess is probably not, yet the incredible planet keeps on spinning around just fine. So why do we seek out a purpose for our lives; I mean a purpose that is of a higher calling than that is expected of the animals that we share this planet...
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Paperboy
When I was thirteen, I had a job as a paperboy. Every morning, rain or shine, seven days a week, 365 days a year I got up at 3:30am to fold 150 papers, jump on my bike and deliver them to customers by 5am. The strange thing is that I never did it for the money. I did it because I loved the solitude of that time of the morning. It was eerily quite as the world around me slept. There is something...
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I READ INTO THINGS: People are so weird. One day,... →
People are so weird. One day, out of nowhere, they figure they feel something for somebody, and off they go. That’s why you can’t trust them. That’s my principal theory on humanity; you cannot trust people. Call me “paranoid” -I call me “trying to be realistic.”
I have to remind myself to one of…
There is only one constant in life… CHANGE.
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Mr. Kraeger's Second Period Woodshop
Mr. Kraeger was a grumbly, old woodshop teacher working in my junior high school. Actually, to define him as a “teacher” is a bit of a stretch because he rarely taught anything. During the hour that I spent in his class each day, it seemed that his idea of teaching consisted of trying to maintain some semblance of quiet while he ducked his head behind the daily paper. Occasionally,...
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Alone at a High School Party
The smoke filled room, soaked with the spirit of drunken youth, all vying to be the most popular or most liked if only for that moment. Two are entwined in the throws of heated passion on the sofa while three others stand by giggling; all the while wishing that they were one of those two conducting the impromptu makeout session as if nobody, but them, existed in the universe. Another overly...
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People Watching
I don’t quite know how I ended up here; this place in my life. It just happened I guess. All those years of going to college, struggling in a job that I knew would get me no where, paying bills like the good consumer I was, worrying about the dwindling economy led me to this. The pinnacle of my existence and the very struggle for my survival. I thought that brokering stocks was tough; this...
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somesongsconsidered:
“Baba O’Riley” – The Who ...
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