Yes, I have now created my own blog! Again! I figure it would be nice to have a site strictly dedicated to the art of the Blog, and it reveals itself such.
You'll notice the dates on the previous posts. I've had a couple of blogs in the past, and to bring all of you who are interested up to date on what words have had the misfortune to spew from my fingers, I shall try to upload at least one of these old posts a day with the date of the original post displayed unless otherwise unavailable, until I've caught up to the present day, where you shall then be entertained not in the least by more letters which seem to take some form, coherent or not.
Until then, let us take a walk back through time, shall we?
Thursday, September 6, 2007
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
free write pt2
Why is it when we try to express our emotions, something inside of us grips
us with a fear only those possessed should know? For some odd reason, it
merely raises its head at the seemingly most inauspicious of times, where
the heart is fluttering, the breath short, the palms far from dry, the
attitude daring at best – but that is where it starts. From humble
beginnings do the most important of ideas occur. While this does not cease
to amaze our oh so simple intelligences, it fails to bring to the forefront
what the origin of this truly is.
It is not simply the description of what man can say he has accomplished,
but one which must be sought after, when all inspiration has failed, to
merely take a step back and glance at your surroundings. You are not just a
simple being. You are made in the image of the most powerful being ever
existed. That is not merely a small feat – in comparison, the ashes of
London would seem like the fires of a grill. The mere thought of a being so
powerful, so omnipotent, so indescribable is simply non-existent.
From the ashes of trial does the true fruit of our labor choose to reveal
itself. There is no more thought or logic concerned with the daily balance.
There is no firm footing to be had. We are to simply put our faith in the
One to be trusted and do just that. Give everything totally up for the
eventual process which is to take place.
Not only are we friends, we are kin. The bond we share goes far beyond the
silly boundaries of biology – which is a crude imitation of the infinitely
deep complexities we are to share in this game we call life. Our
relationship is that of a stranger, yet one of a total confidant. We know
not each others' habits or customs. We are simply here on this planet to
fulfill the desires of the One which has created us in the likeness of His
image. This is no simple exit exam – for what we do in life echoes in
eternity. Consequences are to be simply forgotten? Are we to merely look
the other way when calamity is set to strike? To live the life of bliss and
ignorance when others are eking a life so miserable it would make the life
of the cursed seem to be that of the Utopian? This is merely an idea to be
thrown about on the whims of a divine being, one where the familiarities
cease to exist, and the unknown is to be your intimate.
us with a fear only those possessed should know? For some odd reason, it
merely raises its head at the seemingly most inauspicious of times, where
the heart is fluttering, the breath short, the palms far from dry, the
attitude daring at best – but that is where it starts. From humble
beginnings do the most important of ideas occur. While this does not cease
to amaze our oh so simple intelligences, it fails to bring to the forefront
what the origin of this truly is.
It is not simply the description of what man can say he has accomplished,
but one which must be sought after, when all inspiration has failed, to
merely take a step back and glance at your surroundings. You are not just a
simple being. You are made in the image of the most powerful being ever
existed. That is not merely a small feat – in comparison, the ashes of
London would seem like the fires of a grill. The mere thought of a being so
powerful, so omnipotent, so indescribable is simply non-existent.
From the ashes of trial does the true fruit of our labor choose to reveal
itself. There is no more thought or logic concerned with the daily balance.
There is no firm footing to be had. We are to simply put our faith in the
One to be trusted and do just that. Give everything totally up for the
eventual process which is to take place.
Not only are we friends, we are kin. The bond we share goes far beyond the
silly boundaries of biology – which is a crude imitation of the infinitely
deep complexities we are to share in this game we call life. Our
relationship is that of a stranger, yet one of a total confidant. We know
not each others' habits or customs. We are simply here on this planet to
fulfill the desires of the One which has created us in the likeness of His
image. This is no simple exit exam – for what we do in life echoes in
eternity. Consequences are to be simply forgotten? Are we to merely look
the other way when calamity is set to strike? To live the life of bliss and
ignorance when others are eking a life so miserable it would make the life
of the cursed seem to be that of the Utopian? This is merely an idea to be
thrown about on the whims of a divine being, one where the familiarities
cease to exist, and the unknown is to be your intimate.
Saturday, February 17, 2007
free write
So I hear ists somethimes a good thign for you tod do once in a while,, this thing called free writing. I actually got it from a movie with Sean Connary, where he's is taking this kid under his wing, and just teaching him how to write. There's this scene where they just both sit down at opposite typewriters, and Sean just says go, and off they go, typing away. What seems like seconds later, Sean is all done, with the kid in complete bafflement on how he did it. Then during my english class, one of the bvest ways to get a first draft doe is to totally get thingking about it, and just type until you can't anymore about that particular subject - but that was for a creative writing assignment, so don't go doing that for your master thesis or anything.
Just to get some thoughts out. I've been going over some of my past papers, and it's kinda weird to think that was me writing them. Just the language, tone and word selection seem all out of place for me. I know I've definatly changed in the past year and all, but has it been that drastic? Am I who would typically go through such a personality change that I wouldn't be able to recognize myself? But it probably nothing that big. It's probably just the certian mindset you put yoursefl into when you know you have to get something done, and you do it ot the best of your abilities.
Some common perceptions. Valentines Day has come and gone once again, and I don't really feel anything special about it. Yes, this is a day where couples of all sorts get together and tell each other how they would die if they didn't have each other. Dont hate on me though, but it's almost laughable what some of the outcomes of some of those relationships end up being. Maybe they were too young to realize what Love - that term so commonly thrown about these days - actually is. I'm not saying I have the answer in my head and can spout it at any particular point in time, but lets say I have one of the best examples of my life living in the same house as myself. And Yes, that bond can be broken, surprising as it sounds. [break]
Just to get some thoughts out. I've been going over some of my past papers, and it's kinda weird to think that was me writing them. Just the language, tone and word selection seem all out of place for me. I know I've definatly changed in the past year and all, but has it been that drastic? Am I who would typically go through such a personality change that I wouldn't be able to recognize myself? But it probably nothing that big. It's probably just the certian mindset you put yoursefl into when you know you have to get something done, and you do it ot the best of your abilities.
Some common perceptions. Valentines Day has come and gone once again, and I don't really feel anything special about it. Yes, this is a day where couples of all sorts get together and tell each other how they would die if they didn't have each other. Dont hate on me though, but it's almost laughable what some of the outcomes of some of those relationships end up being. Maybe they were too young to realize what Love - that term so commonly thrown about these days - actually is. I'm not saying I have the answer in my head and can spout it at any particular point in time, but lets say I have one of the best examples of my life living in the same house as myself. And Yes, that bond can be broken, surprising as it sounds. [break]
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