Yes I am bright red, and smell like the sea (the clever pun was to put the name of this post and the one after it together... yeah, now you get it).
GAGH DAVID YOU NEED TO STOP SMILING!!! So I try to stay honest with you, and I'm not, so sue me. But what might be a wonderful set of coincidences seem to be coming together to form a beautiful awesomeness... or not... nope, never happened.
Today I spent the day with a cousin-by-marriage at the beach. My lower half is now bright red and hurts WAY badly. I had figured since I have so much hair on my legs that I did'nt need suntan lotion there... I was wrong, painfully wrong. But the day went well, she is growing up to be a fine young lady. She just graduated college (early) and is off to grad school. She had a fish named fido and a snail named friendly. He was a good snail.
I told my parents that the girl I know grew up here, and their first reaction: "We should invite her over for dinner." Thanks mom, I think that would be way awkward. But it makes a cute story I guess.
... by the way, "the other" I spoke of at the beginning of the month... yeah, we still talk so I'm keeping my crossed fingers crossed...
On an unrelated note, my whole body being on fire is the most pain I have felt in a good long time. I don't think this sleeping thing is going to work out since it burns more when I touch things, and sleep and burning really do not go hand in hand.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
And smell like one too.
It burns... It burns so much... Well, I now have color and will probably no longer glow white in the dark... unfortunately that color is red.
So like a nerd, on my day inside (hiding from the sun) I have spent a good part of it doing internet reading. Reading specifically on my obsession of the year, welsh mythology. Though the site material used to back the validity of the statement is in question, this site suggests that it was in fact the Tuatha de Dannan who became the Sidhe (pronounced Shee as in Banshee. Basically means spirit or elf or faery). Not only is the story fascinating, but its implications shed new light on the history of the fey.
Also I came across this story. Please read it as its quite interesting. What do you think she chose?
For fun I recommend reading the religion and mythology section on the number 3.
A perfect end, to a perfect day... almost..:
I spent the last part of the day on the beach chasing sand crabs into the waves. Funny creatures, when they have no other means of escape they throw themselves headlong into the surf. I then watched the sun set, saw the ancient mists come from across the sea, and watched as the city lit up in the distance.
Then while doing pre-bed pushups I saw something under my dresser... panties... right... I'm not sure if I should be disgusted or laughing...
Notes one a Dave:
intj relationships
intj profile
So like a nerd, on my day inside (hiding from the sun) I have spent a good part of it doing internet reading. Reading specifically on my obsession of the year, welsh mythology. Though the site material used to back the validity of the statement is in question, this site suggests that it was in fact the Tuatha de Dannan who became the Sidhe (pronounced Shee as in Banshee. Basically means spirit or elf or faery). Not only is the story fascinating, but its implications shed new light on the history of the fey.
Also I came across this story. Please read it as its quite interesting. What do you think she chose?
For fun I recommend reading the religion and mythology section on the number 3.
A perfect end, to a perfect day... almost..:
I spent the last part of the day on the beach chasing sand crabs into the waves. Funny creatures, when they have no other means of escape they throw themselves headlong into the surf. I then watched the sun set, saw the ancient mists come from across the sea, and watched as the city lit up in the distance.
Then while doing pre-bed pushups I saw something under my dresser... panties... right... I'm not sure if I should be disgusted or laughing...
Notes one a Dave:
intj relationships
intj profile
Monday, June 29, 2009
My hair hurts
Yes, I must finally give in... For years I have feared, dreaded, and been in denial about this day... the day I must put sunscreen on my head because I don't have enough hair left to stop my head from burning. Right now the top of my head is red, like beat red, just the top...
Today we spent the majority of the afternoon in the city walking around. I took some pictures which I'll upload and attach. But before we get to the pictures, let me warn you that they are not appropriate for children. There is some strong adult content and nudity that I captured with my camera and will here unveil. But no worries, I don't think I need a signed form of consent and release and to prove that the beach sand is over the age of 18.
Darn kids... or was Johnson here before me??? You decide.
Also I found this in the city. I really like this, so much in fact that I'd actually buy it. Not sure where I'd put it, but still.
Just this past weekend four that's right FOUR of my friends got married... All in one weekend...
Over-analyzation:
-small talk rarely consists of quantitative questions. Think about it, its easier and less threatening to ask a qualitative question. Additionally how do you answer? Questioning the question shows suspicion, yet questions, especially quantitative ones, are not asked without purpose. Therefore one can only reason that the answer (id est: the reason the question was asked) will come out in time.
Today we spent the majority of the afternoon in the city walking around. I took some pictures which I'll upload and attach. But before we get to the pictures, let me warn you that they are not appropriate for children. There is some strong adult content and nudity that I captured with my camera and will here unveil. But no worries, I don't think I need a signed form of consent and release and to prove that the beach sand is over the age of 18.
Darn kids... or was Johnson here before me??? You decide.
Also I found this in the city. I really like this, so much in fact that I'd actually buy it. Not sure where I'd put it, but still.
Just this past weekend four that's right FOUR of my friends got married... All in one weekend...
Over-analyzation:
-small talk rarely consists of quantitative questions. Think about it, its easier and less threatening to ask a qualitative question. Additionally how do you answer? Questioning the question shows suspicion, yet questions, especially quantitative ones, are not asked without purpose. Therefore one can only reason that the answer (id est: the reason the question was asked) will come out in time.
Day deux
Ah, another day come and gone. Well, today I finished Shogun Total War and was once again declared Sei Tai Shogun. I spent a good part of the day walking the beach. On three separate occasions I walked the length of the beach, once on the upper dunes and the other times down by the surf (Note to the reader, walking on loose sand is hard and painful... totally do the surf over the dunes). I also spent a good part of my day swimming and playing with my brother (new found respect for swimmers). I figure if I spend 30+ minutes swimming each day I'm here it might offset the billions of calories I'm eating (doughnuts for breakfast, ice cream and burgers for lunch, and then a huge dinner accompanied by soda and topped off with more desert). As it turns out this is not just the place, but rather the exact place my friend grew up. She was excited to tell me about it which makes me smile. Now I've got a new itinerary of making sure to hit all the good spots in town. Its always more fun with directions given from a local, especially if that local is a friend you can trust. Funny thing is I've been to just about all the places she mentioned, granted that was years ago so I should go back (better plan than sitting on my butt and watching TV).
Today I saw dolphins and more flying fish. I also spent some time crab chasing (a wonderful pastime, should become a sport some day) and managed to corner a few long enough to pet them (yeah I know, petting crabs sounds odd, but really once you catch one of those fast camouflage buggers what are you going to do with it?). The crabs do this really cool thing when they're cornered, with their legs they do a glug glug digging stroke and then they fwump the sand on top of themselves so that only their eye-stalks poke out. So if they weren't impossible to see before, they are even harder afterwords. Also their effective vision range appears to be about sixteen feet and their top running speed is about six miles per hour (all of the numbers provided here are based on my field notes and not official data from some big wig schmancy science thingy). The real trick is, to corner them away from any other crab holes and chase them until they run out of steam (yes crabs are steam powered). This only takes two to five minutes of intense chasing. Once their steam supply is depleted they give up and pledge their eternal homage to you (...yeah that's what I said...).
I also spent the day reading about all the local ghost stories. Did you know that psychics define the words ghost and spirit differently? Ghosts are shadows of people that relive actions, they don't do much thinking but often come from unnatural deaths. Spirits on the other hand are fully aware and dangerous because they can think and act rather than just go through some motion over and over. Now you know! And the other half of the battle is violence.
Violence: the -ence makes it a quality like patience or permanence. But the Vi part is strictly latin. Vi was the root of the word Vir meaning man. But what was man to the romans? Well if girls (puellae) were a little less than boys (pueri) then women (feminae) should be related to the word men (Vir) but it's not sadly. Remember that latin had a huge amount of sexism built into the root of the language. Sadly the root Fem seems to mean more of "not masculine" where as the male root Vi means "Power, force, or ability." Much in the same way that Ki, Qi, or Chi means power. Thus reaching heaven by violence means doing it through force or power, not necessarily through bloodshed (as this could mean through great struggle, though I believe that bloodshed is the implied meaning). In the same way is violence the other half of the battle (since knowing is the first half).
Today I saw dolphins and more flying fish. I also spent some time crab chasing (a wonderful pastime, should become a sport some day) and managed to corner a few long enough to pet them (yeah I know, petting crabs sounds odd, but really once you catch one of those fast camouflage buggers what are you going to do with it?). The crabs do this really cool thing when they're cornered, with their legs they do a glug glug digging stroke and then they fwump the sand on top of themselves so that only their eye-stalks poke out. So if they weren't impossible to see before, they are even harder afterwords. Also their effective vision range appears to be about sixteen feet and their top running speed is about six miles per hour (all of the numbers provided here are based on my field notes and not official data from some big wig schmancy science thingy). The real trick is, to corner them away from any other crab holes and chase them until they run out of steam (yes crabs are steam powered). This only takes two to five minutes of intense chasing. Once their steam supply is depleted they give up and pledge their eternal homage to you (...yeah that's what I said...).
I also spent the day reading about all the local ghost stories. Did you know that psychics define the words ghost and spirit differently? Ghosts are shadows of people that relive actions, they don't do much thinking but often come from unnatural deaths. Spirits on the other hand are fully aware and dangerous because they can think and act rather than just go through some motion over and over. Now you know! And the other half of the battle is violence.
Violence: the -ence makes it a quality like patience or permanence. But the Vi part is strictly latin. Vi was the root of the word Vir meaning man. But what was man to the romans? Well if girls (puellae) were a little less than boys (pueri) then women (feminae) should be related to the word men (Vir) but it's not sadly. Remember that latin had a huge amount of sexism built into the root of the language. Sadly the root Fem seems to mean more of "not masculine" where as the male root Vi means "Power, force, or ability." Much in the same way that Ki, Qi, or Chi means power. Thus reaching heaven by violence means doing it through force or power, not necessarily through bloodshed (as this could mean through great struggle, though I believe that bloodshed is the implied meaning). In the same way is violence the other half of the battle (since knowing is the first half).
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Beah baby, beach baby
David is going to be so fat by the end of this vacation... By the way, I'm on vacation. And what would a vacation be without the internet :P... (but really I'm crying inside). The reason I went to the beach is hidden here. Now that I'm here, I've almost conquered all of medieval Japan with the Mori clan.
The beach is a beautiful place, it really is. The city can be seen in the distance, the waves roll and foam and the people here wave when they merge. I found a small piece of coral which I have special plans for. I even saw a flying fish. Makes me wonder what possesses them to jump up out of the water. Maybe its not their intention at all... who knows.
I learned that a friend grew up here, like right here, which is really cool. I now have some new places to explore, and some new things to write about.
...work in progress...
Curse the sand and curse the seas
I never would have thought
That I'd be jealous of thee
... still in progress...
Awesome quote of the day:
A friend: " fell asleep in the sun and burned my face..........Yup, I'm that bright....."
Me: "No see, its not your fault. The sun liked your face so much it couldn't stop staring."
Someone else: "wow, this guys good"
... awesome
The beach is a beautiful place, it really is. The city can be seen in the distance, the waves roll and foam and the people here wave when they merge. I found a small piece of coral which I have special plans for. I even saw a flying fish. Makes me wonder what possesses them to jump up out of the water. Maybe its not their intention at all... who knows.
I learned that a friend grew up here, like right here, which is really cool. I now have some new places to explore, and some new things to write about.
...work in progress...
Curse the sand and curse the seas
I never would have thought
That I'd be jealous of thee
... still in progress...
Awesome quote of the day:
A friend: " fell asleep in the sun and burned my face..........Yup, I'm that bright....."
Me: "No see, its not your fault. The sun liked your face so much it couldn't stop staring."
Someone else: "wow, this guys good"
... awesome
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Weeks worth
Turtle Time
I find myself wondering why it is people stop to help turtles across the road. I passed one today and almost stopped myself (except for the need to get to a wedding on time). Now I wonder if it is because they are naturally slow that we take pity on them. I never hear of someone helping a squirrel or deer across, and when they get hit its just unfortunate and a nuisance, rather than a sad tragedy as when a turtle gets hit.
Well, here I am, the wedding is set up, the sound is working, I've personally polished all the contact points and I'm dressed up in a monkey suit. I like weddings. Hahaha, I always get to see the bride WAY before the groom does... It is 2:53, the wedding ceremony starts at 3:00
Aftermath:
The string quartet never arrived, I had to improvise. Sorry, half of this post was written last week, and only now am I finishing it. Stuff has happened, I've been busy. Got some yard work done, spent some time with friends and applied for some jobs. Other stuff happened too and I've got links to share.
"The Princess is in Another Castle"
And its official too.
mass effect 2 and this one is cool too.
Info on TOR, part 1 and part 2
And last an interesting note on the English language.
I find myself wondering why it is people stop to help turtles across the road. I passed one today and almost stopped myself (except for the need to get to a wedding on time). Now I wonder if it is because they are naturally slow that we take pity on them. I never hear of someone helping a squirrel or deer across, and when they get hit its just unfortunate and a nuisance, rather than a sad tragedy as when a turtle gets hit.
Well, here I am, the wedding is set up, the sound is working, I've personally polished all the contact points and I'm dressed up in a monkey suit. I like weddings. Hahaha, I always get to see the bride WAY before the groom does... It is 2:53, the wedding ceremony starts at 3:00
Aftermath:
The string quartet never arrived, I had to improvise. Sorry, half of this post was written last week, and only now am I finishing it. Stuff has happened, I've been busy. Got some yard work done, spent some time with friends and applied for some jobs. Other stuff happened too and I've got links to share.
"The Princess is in Another Castle"
And its official too.
mass effect 2 and this one is cool too.
Info on TOR, part 1 and part 2
And last an interesting note on the English language.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
The last day of school
I love me some sangria, and driving really fast, like, really fast. The car purrs at around 75mph and up, and that makes me smile. Music blasting, windows open, rain or shine day or night. Yeah.
Well, I've got several days and posts to catch you up on, so here we go!
A good friend of mine just retired. His last day of teaching was this week and I think he'll miss it. I had the unique opportunity of spending these last few days eating with him and generally hanging out. I think he will miss it much more than he leads on. But as he leaves the profession, I approach it. But here's to you old friend, may your life after work begin what can be called a grand adventure.
Much of my past week has been spent arranging things such that I might be able to teach in this next academic year. As of right now I'd say I've got about a 50% chance. I know enough people in enough places to get a strong foothold, and I'm going for it. But before I get there, I have a wedding to help run.
Outside of things staying very much the same, I have hope for the future. It's weird, maybe the optomism is finally rubbing off on me. I think I'm learning to love life.
Don't loose yourself
Well, for the media segment of the show I've got a bunch of things for you. First let it be known that these are quite vulgar, inappropriate, and otherwise... not for children. First I take you back to the fond memories of playing resident evil... and then the newer 4th installment... Then we move on to that classic, Metal Gear Solid... if you've played it all the way through, you'll understand. Later I urge you to check out this brief memory of Portal. And finally a look back on some classic game figures in a version of to catch a predator.
ff4 theme of love
ff6 main theme
I still want this at my wedding... In fact, I think it should replace the bride's theme. I think it conveys a sense of gentle simplicity, struggle, beauty and radiance, juxtaposed to struggle, sorrow and pain but rectified with a sense of hope and belonging... So I spent most of my college career in literary analysis, get off my back about it.
Well, I've got several days and posts to catch you up on, so here we go!
A good friend of mine just retired. His last day of teaching was this week and I think he'll miss it. I had the unique opportunity of spending these last few days eating with him and generally hanging out. I think he will miss it much more than he leads on. But as he leaves the profession, I approach it. But here's to you old friend, may your life after work begin what can be called a grand adventure.
Much of my past week has been spent arranging things such that I might be able to teach in this next academic year. As of right now I'd say I've got about a 50% chance. I know enough people in enough places to get a strong foothold, and I'm going for it. But before I get there, I have a wedding to help run.
Outside of things staying very much the same, I have hope for the future. It's weird, maybe the optomism is finally rubbing off on me. I think I'm learning to love life.
Don't loose yourself
Well, for the media segment of the show I've got a bunch of things for you. First let it be known that these are quite vulgar, inappropriate, and otherwise... not for children. First I take you back to the fond memories of playing resident evil... and then the newer 4th installment... Then we move on to that classic, Metal Gear Solid... if you've played it all the way through, you'll understand. Later I urge you to check out this brief memory of Portal. And finally a look back on some classic game figures in a version of to catch a predator.
ff4 theme of love
ff6 main theme
I still want this at my wedding... In fact, I think it should replace the bride's theme. I think it conveys a sense of gentle simplicity, struggle, beauty and radiance, juxtaposed to struggle, sorrow and pain but rectified with a sense of hope and belonging... So I spent most of my college career in literary analysis, get off my back about it.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
I Remember
I remember finding this poem on the SOL test, and a short excerpt of it on the SAT. The first time I saw this poem was in fact on the SOL. I was confused by how it asked us to analyze a poem that was so complex with such simple and stupid answer choices when it asked what it was about. Enjoy!
Edgar Allan Poe: Annabel Lee
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee--
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
She was a child and I was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love--
I and my Annabel Lee--
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud by night
Chilling my Annabel Lee;
So that her high-born kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
Went envying her and me:--
Yes! that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of a cloud, chilling
And killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we--
Of many far wiser than we--
And neither the angels in Heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:--
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea--
In her tomb by the side of the sea.
Edgar Allan Poe: Annabel Lee
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee--
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
She was a child and I was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love--
I and my Annabel Lee--
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud by night
Chilling my Annabel Lee;
So that her high-born kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
Went envying her and me:--
Yes! that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of a cloud, chilling
And killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we--
Of many far wiser than we--
And neither the angels in Heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:--
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea--
In her tomb by the side of the sea.
Good Day
Other than being a Britishesque greeting(/de-greeting... leaving... well wishing...?), this is what I had today. Today was my friends' engagement party. Being in the bridal party I got a key knife and an official Man Card. Yeah! Totally awesome (also comes with two man-card suspension cards to give to friends who do un-manly things... Yeah!). Also today I got to hang with the extended families of my friends. This was loads of fun, got to hear great and wonderful childhood blackmail stories. Did loads of drinking with the sangria that Rachel and I made (ok, she made it, I added the sugar... and did the taste testing... and most of the drinking...) It was a good party on many levels. Additionally the family of the bride has offered to help me with my resume and give me advice towards becoming a teacher. Yeah!
Much better than how it started. The day began with four hours of troubleshooting viruses on a vista machine that belongs to my cousin... I really don't like vista... (so much it doesn't get a capital V... Huh!)
good day.
Much better than how it started. The day began with four hours of troubleshooting viruses on a vista machine that belongs to my cousin... I really don't like vista... (so much it doesn't get a capital V... Huh!)
good day.
Friday, June 12, 2009
Breaking the Cycle
David feels like dancing, but instead is going to go on a walk, have a smoke (love those djarum blacks) and then watch the x-files with no lights on... YEAH!
I said before that I wish I could take you with me. Truth is, I know I can't not because it is impossible, but because were I to give you the choice you would decline me. I may be presuming a good deal here, but as much as I wish it were not true, I know that people do not change lightly.
Well tomorrow is the engagement party, time is flying. Today I'll be setting up. It seems like just yesterday...
Of course I am not talking about my engagement, I'm just writing in such a way as to make it ambiguous. No, I'm still looking for a fine young lady who is not repulsed by my presence... And one who I do not get bored to death spending time with... Or one who I fall for over and over again but has no interest in me... Yeah, that's about how it normally goes.
As a tribute to my nerdyness for the upcoming wedding I made a joke. I was told that there will be many things not allowed to happen on that day... but above all that means D&D jokes... to which I responded that the point has been lost. See I am David +1 on the guest list (I get to bring a guest). But I had to point out that the +1 classifies me as a magic item in D&D terms... Zing!
Well, I'm off to continue my research into the depths of the human psyche. I am reclaiming my birth right, re-practicing my social engineering skills (yes those skills I gave up in highschool because I wanted to be "honest" and not "manipulate" people). Although rusty, I am teaching myself new tricks (I'll not be an old dog yet!). I have begun with this crazy little thing called NLP...
I said before that I wish I could take you with me. Truth is, I know I can't not because it is impossible, but because were I to give you the choice you would decline me. I may be presuming a good deal here, but as much as I wish it were not true, I know that people do not change lightly.
Well tomorrow is the engagement party, time is flying. Today I'll be setting up. It seems like just yesterday...
Of course I am not talking about my engagement, I'm just writing in such a way as to make it ambiguous. No, I'm still looking for a fine young lady who is not repulsed by my presence... And one who I do not get bored to death spending time with... Or one who I fall for over and over again but has no interest in me... Yeah, that's about how it normally goes.
As a tribute to my nerdyness for the upcoming wedding I made a joke. I was told that there will be many things not allowed to happen on that day... but above all that means D&D jokes... to which I responded that the point has been lost. See I am David +1 on the guest list (I get to bring a guest). But I had to point out that the +1 classifies me as a magic item in D&D terms... Zing!
Well, I'm off to continue my research into the depths of the human psyche. I am reclaiming my birth right, re-practicing my social engineering skills (yes those skills I gave up in highschool because I wanted to be "honest" and not "manipulate" people). Although rusty, I am teaching myself new tricks (I'll not be an old dog yet!). I have begun with this crazy little thing called NLP...
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Mixed Nuts
To those of you allergic to nuts... get your epi pens ready.
Literary Analysis
The wild man-prophet, the foolish wizard, the simple wise-man, the nutty professor. All of these are motifs used in literature, but why. Concelaing gifts and identity is dishonest, or is it prudent. In the case of the wildman-prophet, such a thing is a dual condition, the gift of the gods is balanced with the curse of man.
Lately some have remarked that by my writing they think I am depressed/ that my "optimism" is failing. But I don't think I am/ it is. I call it a new state of awareness. I find fleeting yet satisfying happiness in memory and in the simple things. The simple things I find is truly where deep happiness resides. The complex things bring with themselves a lofty mental clout and satisfaction, but it is not happiness. Granted life, as always, is depressing but happiness can still be found. I prepare to set out on an adventure, but to where or for what I do not know. I wish I could take you with me...
Memory:
I may have written about this before, it makes me laugh a bit. Back when I was in school studying judo I had an older female sparing partner. I say older, she was only really a few years older, but had much more judo experience than I. I, however, had practiced jiu-jitsu which gave me a different sort of edge. But back to the story at hand and off the trail of the lingering joke. She once told me after class that I sounded exactly like Link from The Ocarina of Time. That my kiup, my personal power shout sounded exactly like Link... and after further examination... she was right... That was the main body of my smile and my story, the wandering path that I setup with the extra back story comes into play through a joke she told. We were practicing a new type of throw and I said that it resembled a take down from jiu-jitsu, but that it left the thrower open to a counter-trip. She did not follow until I demonstrated how half way through the throw when I reversed her hold and she wound up on the ground. She then responded, "That's not fair, you can't mix the fighting styles, it's like crossing the streams, never cross the streams!" Now you Ghost Busters fans out there know exactly where that is coming from... Speaking of which have you heard about Ghost Busters III? Do the research, I'll not spoon feed you that one.
But check this out if you have the time. I came upon it while investigating this.
Literary Analysis
The wild man-prophet, the foolish wizard, the simple wise-man, the nutty professor. All of these are motifs used in literature, but why. Concelaing gifts and identity is dishonest, or is it prudent. In the case of the wildman-prophet, such a thing is a dual condition, the gift of the gods is balanced with the curse of man.
Lately some have remarked that by my writing they think I am depressed/ that my "optimism" is failing. But I don't think I am/ it is. I call it a new state of awareness. I find fleeting yet satisfying happiness in memory and in the simple things. The simple things I find is truly where deep happiness resides. The complex things bring with themselves a lofty mental clout and satisfaction, but it is not happiness. Granted life, as always, is depressing but happiness can still be found. I prepare to set out on an adventure, but to where or for what I do not know. I wish I could take you with me...
Memory:
I may have written about this before, it makes me laugh a bit. Back when I was in school studying judo I had an older female sparing partner. I say older, she was only really a few years older, but had much more judo experience than I. I, however, had practiced jiu-jitsu which gave me a different sort of edge. But back to the story at hand and off the trail of the lingering joke. She once told me after class that I sounded exactly like Link from The Ocarina of Time. That my kiup, my personal power shout sounded exactly like Link... and after further examination... she was right... That was the main body of my smile and my story, the wandering path that I setup with the extra back story comes into play through a joke she told. We were practicing a new type of throw and I said that it resembled a take down from jiu-jitsu, but that it left the thrower open to a counter-trip. She did not follow until I demonstrated how half way through the throw when I reversed her hold and she wound up on the ground. She then responded, "That's not fair, you can't mix the fighting styles, it's like crossing the streams, never cross the streams!" Now you Ghost Busters fans out there know exactly where that is coming from... Speaking of which have you heard about Ghost Busters III? Do the research, I'll not spoon feed you that one.
But check this out if you have the time. I came upon it while investigating this.
Lies and Deceptions
Who taught us to lie? What is it in human social development that teaches us to at times mislead our fellow man? Along those lines, who decided that white lies hurt no one? Even if a lie is said to make a truth less painful, what of when the lie is discovered? Is not more lost then, than was at risk in telling the truth? For not only is the painful truth discovered, but also the dishonesty is revealed. Lies are fascinating things. I often say that much of what I write you is a lie, and you should trust no less of me. But what if there was a way to lie without hurting people. I speak now of fiction and the creation of dreams. Lies, even white lies, have the potential for harm, which is funny because what we call fiction can be a lie used to inspire. The difference is the hidden intent I suppose, as we are first told that a thing is fiction, then choose to believe in it and be inspired. This is the inverse of the setup which a "lie" takes, for in a lie we are told or expected to believe without our own consent and are never directly given the choice to believe what is not true. I would like to think that for you I write fiction, though what I write is a lie. Although the names have been changed to protect the innocent, and the stories are modified, edited, or redacted that I do no harm to you by such, and that if you really wanted the truth you could ask me and I would tell it to the best of my ability. I hope and pray that I have not treated you as the world has treated me. Because even the white lies hurt. The white lies make a silent judgment against their recipient. Even omission is better as its judgment is different. Omission assumes that the recipient is not ready, capable, or qualified to know. The white lie assumes not only that which omission connotes, but also it treats me like a child and takes away my ability to speculate as to why I cannot know. Rather than giving me the benefit of the doubt that I will understand, it tells me what to understand and why to believe it, although it within itself is still a lie. One is passive and withholds, the other is active and both withholds and attacks.
I find it funny that such a thing is defined as thus:
White Lie
n.
An often trivial, diplomatic or well-intentioned untruth.
It is funny because these are the lies we tell to those we do not wish to hurt. But in doing so we prove that we also do not respect them. We do not respect their mental right to decide and to question. We may respect their feelings, but not enough for a truth. Funny, that we would do more harm to those we care about by trying to reduce pain... Funny.
I find it funny that such a thing is defined as thus:
White Lie
n.
An often trivial, diplomatic or well-intentioned untruth.
It is funny because these are the lies we tell to those we do not wish to hurt. But in doing so we prove that we also do not respect them. We do not respect their mental right to decide and to question. We may respect their feelings, but not enough for a truth. Funny, that we would do more harm to those we care about by trying to reduce pain... Funny.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
In the mean
I have a treat for you while I regroup. I hear Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder, so that is the next step in my incredibly detailed and complex plan (actually its part of the schedule of normalcy). The play "Sure Thing" by David Ives is a great and hilarious play which I highly recommend reading. It's a bit old but the humor is timeless and the original script is a bit different from the adapted version you see up there.
Life is Good
Goals for the upcoming week:
- make a dream come true
- smile more
- take time to daydream
- continue to learn new things
Life is Good
Goals for the upcoming week:
- make a dream come true
- smile more
- take time to daydream
- continue to learn new things
Friday, June 5, 2009
Today is Yesterday, and Yesterday is Tomorrow
I've Been thinking about the whole situation, and I believe that I've come to a conclusion. Although I know that I will regret it forever, I have to stop perusing the new girl entirely. I have been in a situation like her in the past. It took me a long time to become emotionally stable again and the last thing that would have helped would have been somebody perusing a romantic relationship with me. And so it is with a lowered head that I must stop. If I respect her at all I need to let her deal with this on her own. Although I know that in doing so some other guy will step in, and I will never again get a chance. It sucks really. I had decided that a chance like this really shouldn't / doesn't happen to me, and that I'd be a huge fool to pass it up. She is unique and wonderful. I had decided to not let myself lose, to not sabotage myself and finally let myself have happiness. But nice guys always loose right. And in being sensitive to the situation, that's what I'm doing, losing. Why does it often seem that the choice is between being right and being happy... and why do I always choose to be right? I know that I am taking that phrase out of context (normally when used it refers to arguments in a relationship, where you can either be right, or happy, but not both) but if you stretch the assumed meaning of the word "right" to mean "in the right" then I think it fits for actions outside of relationships too.
That being said, I have a new plan (who and what would I be if I did not plan) and remember that I always lie.
I spent the later part of my day hanging out with an old friend who I will be running sound for at his upcoming wedding. I feel left behind. I have more friends married and with children than I can now count on two hands, many with real jobs and places to live. Yet here I am, single, living with parents, substitute teaching... yeah...
So, I have decided that I'm done with the emotional abuse I've experienced in the past and shall seek a brighter future with a stronger backbone... just a personal note. And on that topic, if I choose to throw my life away (on games or teaching), at least it was my choice... But now, back to contingency planning... yes...
That being said, I have a new plan (who and what would I be if I did not plan) and remember that I always lie.
I spent the later part of my day hanging out with an old friend who I will be running sound for at his upcoming wedding. I feel left behind. I have more friends married and with children than I can now count on two hands, many with real jobs and places to live. Yet here I am, single, living with parents, substitute teaching... yeah...
So, I have decided that I'm done with the emotional abuse I've experienced in the past and shall seek a brighter future with a stronger backbone... just a personal note. And on that topic, if I choose to throw my life away (on games or teaching), at least it was my choice... But now, back to contingency planning... yes...
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Time is on my side
The days and weeks fly by. My daily routine of looking through two score jobs and then applying to one or two has ended. Now I look forward to selling my soul to the dark matron who bore me. Though in such an endeavor I have no guarantee of success, I know that in such a job I may find some satisfaction. If the county does not want me though, there is always private school as an alternative.
Romantically I am in a holding pattern of non-holding. Although things have been well when I see the other, she has not responded to my last message. This, I fear, proves my theory that when given a "maybe" it really means "no." I cannot trust in this as truth, but also I cannot hope in it as false. I am, and always shall be your friend, but I am never allowed to be anything more. The trend of the past...
Romantically I am in a holding pattern of non-holding. Although things have been well when I see the other, she has not responded to my last message. This, I fear, proves my theory that when given a "maybe" it really means "no." I cannot trust in this as truth, but also I cannot hope in it as false. I am, and always shall be your friend, but I am never allowed to be anything more. The trend of the past...
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