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Monday, November 29, 2004
Light meat, dark meat, and other anomalies...
Excuse the long while between posts, but I was on a "mini-vacation" over thanksgiving break. Did you miss me? Lol. Well there was definately some good food over thanksgiving.... it's horrible of me to say so, but I didn't miss going to visit my moms side fo the family (something I had done every year since I can remember on Thanksgiving) and I really prefurred spending the break at my Dad's house. (shhh.... don't tell my mom)

Anyways, I got to meet my stepmother's father, and he's a pretty cool guy. 65-years-old and he has two PhDs (a amount of time in school I refuse to comprehend) One in seminary and the other in some science field. He's like "scary" smart. I mean, I like to think of myself as a pretty intelligent guy, but he definately gives me a run for my money, so to speak.

Hmmmmm..... did anything else interesting happen? I guess so.... I found out that next semester I finally get to get my own appartment; and that is just awesome.... no dealing with my family (I'm really not that mean a person, they're just THAT irritating sometimes) or any of their obnoxious friends.... just me and a little solitude and my own place.... I'm excited.

Well.... this is a short post, but I don't care.... you know what they say, no news is good news.

" Who does not thank for little will not thank for much. "
--Estonian proverb
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Friday, November 19, 2004
Damnit Jim, I'm a doctor not a fool man!
Just a quick little post to put up the rough draft of a poem I wrote.... I'm kinda excited because of 2 things. 1- This is the first thing I've written in almost 6 months and 2- I think with a rewrite or two it'll be a pretty damn fine poem, if I do say so myself.

Abandoned Dreams

Abandoned dream
Ghost it seems,
Why keep you in my heart?

Drying dream
Remorse you bring...
To rend my soul apart.

Beneath my feet,
The pavement beats...
Beneath our cold sun's beams...

To remind us all,
Lest we trip and fall,
On the corpses of broken dreams...

Well that's all for tonight. Bye bye everybody! (or maybe only MJ since no one else has even SAID anything.... *sigh*)

"Like all dreamers I confuse disenchantment with truth."
~Jean-Paul Sartre

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Tuesday, November 16, 2004
Do you feel.... like I do?
A moment of inspiration has struck me. My recent thoughts about life have ultimately led me to the natural end (i.e. death). And I've decided 2 things: 1) I intend to live forever (so far, so good) and 2) if I absolutely MUST die there are a few things I'd like to accomplish first. SO I've decided to list, in no specific order, 20 of them.

Here goes:

1. Base jump the grand canyon (XD)
2. Stand in the eye of a tornado and spit into the wind (really not gonna happen... but wouldn't it just be so damn COOL to do?)
3. Actually see snow falling (more realistic than number 2)
4. Publish something. (could be poetry, or a scientific paper since I'm a chemistry major)
5. Spend a couple of mounths bumming around Europe.
6. Learn to breathe fire.
7. Rescue someone from a burning building. (which I did NOT light on fire with my breath)
8. Say something people will quote me on until long after I'm dead.
9. Get in a bar room brawl (not a fist fight... a full fledged, 8 or more people BRAWL... so long as that's not how I die)
10. Lasso someone like the cowboys do in all those movies. (Just because I'm Texan doesn't mean I have a CLUE how that would be done)
11. Get in a high speed chase. (not to get away from the cops.... just for the adrenaline rush!)
12. Drive a F1 Racer, or a McLaren (super fast! zoom zoom zoom! weeeeeeeeeee....!)
13. Move something with my mind! (there is no spoon... there is no spoon....)
14. Eat shark. (I hate fish, but wouldn't that be cool to be able to say "Yea, I got hungry so I ATE A SHARK!" Bet it tastes like chicken.)
15. Get scared so badly I pass out. (I don't scare that easy, so I think that'd be a real rush, right?)
16. Get in a sword fight to defend "my lady's" honor. (Chivalrous ain't I?)
17. Have some role in a movie (not made for TV, and not some documentary.... a REAL movie.... but ANY role in it.)
18. Go see an actual screening of the Rocky Horror Picture show (Dressed up, audience participation script, and all)
19. Learn to ski, snowboard, AND surf. (I'm gonna hurt myself doing this one..... oh well, I'll live. (XD)
20. Be a millionaire. (it'll happen.... just wait and see... well.... maybe....)

Well that's all for now.... I'll add some more later..... give me some time to think of some plus an idea for a later post. I see M.J. is being nice enough to comment..... as for the REST of you bums... *glares around the metaphysical room accusingly*

"Life is eternal and love is immortal; And death is only a horizon, And a horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight. "
~Rossiter W. Raymond
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Sunday, November 14, 2004
A Dream Within a Dream
I'm suprised with myself. Shocked, actually (past the suprised marker and on down the road quite a ways). I honestly thought I knew myself a bit better than this. But sometimes, I suppose, a dream can tell us something about ourselve we simply hadn't a clue about.

I suppose I should elaborate, but I think I'll start by stating that this was NOT the personal issue with which I was going to deal last night. This one came from nowhere, and caught me by total suprise.

In any case, last night I had a dream (and a particularly vivid dream at that). To spare you the details, which to be perfectly honest have already begun to fade from my mind the way dreams often do, in this dream I had a child. MY child. And something that completely shocked me about that was that, while I've never stopped to think about a serious relationship (much LESS having a child) when I woke up, I found that I had the most intese yearning I've ever had in my entire life for just that. This raises it's own new breed of problems and obstacles (if this is really what I want... I just don't know, and that scares the hell out of me) most notably the fact that I'm in school and have no time for it, and I'm not in a relationship right now. While I know that this is a bit like putting the cart before the horse, it is simply the depth of "yearning" I felt which compels me to think about this so deeply (which, as I said before, I had never [EVER] stopped to think about before).

I suppose the thing which inspired this troublesome dream is that my sister recently had a child. My nephew. And while I'm as loving an uncle as I can be, it has rather forcefully reasserted the wall that devides fatherhood from every other male role in a child's life. And my guess would be that it was this wall that caused this dream.

Anyways, I suppose this bears some further thinking out. I think writing it down will at least get it off my mind for a while.

You know, when I made this blog the other day, I wasn't sure I'd be able to come up with enough "ammo" to keep it up and running for long. I guess I was wrong there.

"No lower can a man descend than to interpret his dreams into gold and silver"
Kahlil Gibran
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Saturday, November 13, 2004
Here There be Dragons
So it's 1:30 in the morning here. I should probably get some sleep but it's just not happening yet. Sometimes thoughts strike out at me and refuse to leave me be until I jot them down, or (more usually) debate them in my own mind until I become so numb I can fall asleep anyways.

On tonight's agenda are two things, one a general rant and the other more of a personal problem. So, which would you like to hear first? General rant? Okay the rant it is. (say THAT 3 times reat fast....)

Imperialism, not pride, goeth before the fall. The roman empire fell to the Germanic tribes because they assumed that the weaker WANTED to live in the same manner as the strong (this should be ringing some bells, but I'll go into that later). Of course this was, basically, forcing their way of life upon those who were "weaker" and, in the end, that caused such a massive amount of hatred towards the roman empire that it collapsed under the weight of it. Lets take this analogy a bit closer to home. To our very own revolution in fact. Did we not rebel against the brittish empire (whom the sun had "never gone down on" at that point) because they were trying to force their way of life upon us, in the form of taxes and the torries who enforced them? Now think for a moment... isn't America playing the same imperialistic role now, as both the Roman and English empires did in their own time? And it didn't work for either of them, so if we continue along this path can we really expect it to work any better for us?

Okay, well I got that out of the way so now on to my personal problem, which seems somehow smaller after that, so I'm not sure how much detail I'll go into about it. Actually.... I don't think it warrants telling at all, now that I think about it. It's nothing that won't resolve itself without me stating it, and I should really get some sleep.

"To all, to each , a fair good night,
And pleasing dreams, and slumbers light."
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