Its been a few days since I last blogged and honestly I have no excuse for it. Just been taking it easy I guess. I'm gonna try to blog extensivly this week as I'll be going on a roadtrip pretty soon and wont have internet access for the most part. Anyway, here we go.
Today I didnt do much. Slept in pretty late, got up and felt very sore. I had a pretty good workout yesterday doing the olympic lifts. The Snatch is one of my new favorites, I think I'm gonna start training those more often and hopeully compete sometime soon. It was a lot of fun. Anyway, I woke up this morning and generally did nothing for a few hours. Then me, Jaclyn, Crescenzo, Ed and Clark went to see Pineapple Express. It was alright, but I dont think it lived up to the hype. Then I came home and ate dinner, rediscovered the show freaks and geeks and watched that for a while, then went to the basement. Lane and I mapped out the Great southern Trip, or the most part, and I'm feeling a lot better about it overall now.
I have no idea what I want to blog about.
This could be a problem
I guess I'm going to blog about something really random. I'm actually going to go to Wikipedia, hit the random article thing, and use that for inspiration.
IQ tests
I dont know how much faith I put in these tests. They seem sort of arbitrary, and not an indicator of real world success. I have always done pretty well on them, and I dont think I'm any better off for having done so. honestly, I think Emotional intelligence, like how you relate to people and empthize, is much more important. Still, I think IQ tests, if anything, are indicitive of someones potential to learn something. to pick up on something quickly. All these child genius types do very well, and gifted societies use them as a cut off for their programs. So who knows, maybe a test can tell me if I have it in my to be a genius. The real task, dear readers, is turning the key and activating it. Tapping into your potential. So many smart people let countless oppertunites rush by them by becasuse they are to lazy, or perhaps afraid, to accept a real challenge when it comes a'knockin. No more of that. Conquest. Take the world, if your capable.
"Many people let oppertunity pass them by because its wearing overalls and dressing up like hard work"
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
An attempt at something worthwhile
Hey everyone, its me. My day was so uneventful that its not even really worth recounting. Work, sleep, workout, home for chilling. Pretty base. Anyway, I was jsut watching two-a-days, that show that documents hoover high schools football program, and it made me want to play football so badly. I really wish I had played back in high school. but I can't, and really I shoulf have, but now ill just focus everything I have into powerlifting and lightweight strongman stuff, until I find something better. Anyhow, I promised a longer rant about Obesity, one of my favorite topics (So beloved that I even capitalize it, giving it proper noun status). So, lets get to it!
Obesity- An epidemic of Sloth!
Why are Americans- Indeed, the world- getting so fat? Why has the obesity rate become such a shocking statistic and terrifiying dynamic since the 70's? The simple answer, of course, is high fructose corn syrup. But there is obviusly a lot more to the situation then that. There is an entire culture that is based around food, a gross little sub clique of nerds and stangefolk who yummy on down on all manner of sweets, not thinking about what they are doing to their bodies. This is undermining the success of the human bodys potential, as its trapped in a world of fat and slowly destoryed in a manner it was never meant to have the luxery to afford. Anyway, I'm of the opinion that stressful lives and a general lessoning of emphisis on the importantance of the body as compared to the mind in contempary society is largely responsable. When the physical is thought of as dirty and beneth the mental, then its only natural for people to stay within one and never develope the other. Honestly, it disgusts me when I see huge fat people, but it also evokes pity. Have you lost so much control of yourself that you allow your body to become a grotesque monster, all while you have complete control over it? No one is making you eat. I understand there are emotional eaters and other people like that, but seriously, take some control of your life and look in the mirror. Like what you see? If not, change it. Its really as simple as that. I'm probably addicted to wrking out, but even so, there is no excuse to be anymore then 15% body fat if you your a male. Ever. In my humble opinion, at least. And these behemoths that are staggering around, this ridiculous notion of fat culture and fat rights? I don't care if your happy the way you are. First of all, that probably a crutch, and rightly so as the crushing weight of your revolting body prohibits you from normal movement. Secondly, you wont be happy for long when your body turns against you. Please, for the love of god, have some responsability, both intellectually and physically, and take control of yourself. I laugh at people who put all their pride into their job or their car or perhaps some odd type of knowledge, but let their body- WHERE THEY FUCKING LIVE--disintigate around them. I guess ultimatly its your call, and theres so much more to be said on this that im going to continue it tommorow!
Maybe.
No quote today.
-DH
Obesity- An epidemic of Sloth!
Why are Americans- Indeed, the world- getting so fat? Why has the obesity rate become such a shocking statistic and terrifiying dynamic since the 70's? The simple answer, of course, is high fructose corn syrup. But there is obviusly a lot more to the situation then that. There is an entire culture that is based around food, a gross little sub clique of nerds and stangefolk who yummy on down on all manner of sweets, not thinking about what they are doing to their bodies. This is undermining the success of the human bodys potential, as its trapped in a world of fat and slowly destoryed in a manner it was never meant to have the luxery to afford. Anyway, I'm of the opinion that stressful lives and a general lessoning of emphisis on the importantance of the body as compared to the mind in contempary society is largely responsable. When the physical is thought of as dirty and beneth the mental, then its only natural for people to stay within one and never develope the other. Honestly, it disgusts me when I see huge fat people, but it also evokes pity. Have you lost so much control of yourself that you allow your body to become a grotesque monster, all while you have complete control over it? No one is making you eat. I understand there are emotional eaters and other people like that, but seriously, take some control of your life and look in the mirror. Like what you see? If not, change it. Its really as simple as that. I'm probably addicted to wrking out, but even so, there is no excuse to be anymore then 15% body fat if you your a male. Ever. In my humble opinion, at least. And these behemoths that are staggering around, this ridiculous notion of fat culture and fat rights? I don't care if your happy the way you are. First of all, that probably a crutch, and rightly so as the crushing weight of your revolting body prohibits you from normal movement. Secondly, you wont be happy for long when your body turns against you. Please, for the love of god, have some responsability, both intellectually and physically, and take control of yourself. I laugh at people who put all their pride into their job or their car or perhaps some odd type of knowledge, but let their body- WHERE THEY FUCKING LIVE--disintigate around them. I guess ultimatly its your call, and theres so much more to be said on this that im going to continue it tommorow!
Maybe.
No quote today.
-DH
Monday, August 4, 2008
On today- feeling lazy, not gonna be long.
Hey. I dont really feel like writing much tonight, so I'm just going to sumerize the day as quickly as possible and skip the rant until tommorow, when I will use a mega rant. I will even preview it today- Obesity!!! Anyway, today I went to work as usual, but for whatever reason the day flew by. I went to th dentist at 1:30, no cavities. After that my mom forced me tog et a blood test, and I got really upset but managed to get through it. I'm a HUGE baby when it comes to needles. Went home, took a nap, ate dinner and embarked on my new lifitng plan, which I like so far.
Thats it for today.
Pce!
Thats it for today.
Pce!
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Why is my head all bloody? And other fun memories of the weekend.
Hey readers. Its me again, your love able narrator of his own life, DH. Hope all of you are doing well, and if not I guess thats something you might want to work on. Honestly, fix yourself! No more tears, understood?
Anyway, as I detailed Thursday evening I was going on a camping trip from Friday to Sunday. All things seemed to be going alright when I woke up Friday morning, But I was unable to make it to Melrose to enjoy the Prince Pizza buffet I had been so looking forward to all week. Regardless, I soldiered on and just hung around until 1:30, when Jaclyn showed up. We proceeded to hang around and watch TV until about 2:15, at which point we drove over to Crescenzo's house, picked him up and began the long journey to North Conway. Crescenzo had not slept in a few days, so this led to many hilarious statements, mostly directed toward the quality of the trip and Jaclyn. She was probably getting a little upset about it, but honestly it was all in good fun. So were burning down the highway skyline into New Hampshire, past the cities of the state and into the great wild beyond. It was a long but enjoyable ride, and once you pass a certain point i NH, it really starts to get more primal and wild. I, for one, really love that. Its sort of like leaving the big lights of the city behind and going into the unknown for me, as I have always sort of felt like a country boy trapped in the world of a city kid.
We arrived at the camp ground after stopping at a 7-11/subway combo type deal in Conway to get some gas and some food. We tricked the clerks into thinking we were from Mexico, on a long long trip. If anyone has ever seen me, Jaclyn and crescenzo, its pretty obvious that we are not MExican, so I don't know how effective our plan was. I bought a delicious submarine sandwich, which I shared with JAclyn and she proceeded to spill all over herself. The mustard, that is. Another funny moment.
So we get to the camp ground and set up camp, and proceed to just sort of hang out for the night. We cook all sorts of food next to the campfire, and hang out with our fellow campers, Ryan, Jim, Mark, Pereira, Lauren, Mac Katelyn and Lane. We played this wacky and out of control sentence structure game. I know, wild kids, right? We all retired to our tents early, and tried to sleep. I found ti difficult as me and Mac were in rather close quarters, but we managed.
We were all pretty much awake by 7 in the morning, with some of us getting up much earlier. Breakfast was delicious marshmellows, pop tarts, hotdogs and other essential camping items. We filled our eager bellies and then set about to go to the river. Me, Ryan, Jim, Mark, Lauren and Katelyn all walked down there, intent on playing in the frigid waters of the north and perhaps getting sunburnt. It turned out to be a lot more interesting then that.
Ryan went down this "river slide", which is sort of like a waterslide over some rocks and along the currents way, up to this large rock that your supposed to grab onto. Me being the brave soul that I am followed him in this adventure, sliding amiably down the river, all smiles and joy. However, as I approached the big rock, I found I was out of range for it. I reached for it but couldent get it, and then Reached for Ryan, and couldent get him either. Next to these rocks, there were two small water falls on either side, about 5-6 feet drop. In my struggle to reach for the rock/Ryan, I had turned my self around, so I was facing the Waterfall. Head first. With nothing to grab onto. Mhm.
I went over the falls, clenched my chin to my body and just focused on surviving. There was a sharp pain on my head, the the churning and crushing pressure of the water above, then the peace of escaping the wake of the falls. I came to the surface, feeling alright if a bit dizzy, and made my way to a small rock wall to climb back over. My head started to really hurt, so I brought my hand up and felt my face. Blood. My hand was soaked in blood. I made my way to the top of the rock and looked at Ryan, and despite what he may say he was horrified to look back at me. apparently the entire right side of My face was covered in blood, and a deep cut had opened itself on the upper right hand side of my head, right next to my hairline. The blood was still dripping steadily down me, feeling my mouth and marking my chest. I was somewhat trapped on the rock edifice, and was unable to get over. I was losing blood steadily, and began to feel light headed and a little dizzy. After a considerable amount of exploring, I maneged to get over the river and back to the other side with my friends. People were staring at me as I made my way to find the nonexistent first aid center at this river. Luckily for me, there was a male nurse who was able to put some healing salves on it and badage it. Jim ran to the camp and crescnzo returned with jaclyns car, and Me, he, jaclyn and Mark made our way to the hospital.
2 hours, 8 stiches 1 very cute intern and a truly epic civil war stlye head wrap later, I left the hospital. They had told me expressly to keep the headwrap clean and dry, so camping was not looking like a very solid option. We hung around the camp for a few hours, taking lots of photos and just generally having a solid hang. I sensed heavy rains coming (perhaps the trauma has given me some sort of unbelievable super power) so Jaclyn, Crescenzo and I all hit the road. It was a long and dangerous ride home, through some of the most torrential rain and awe ispiring lightning storms I have ever witnessed. Eventually we arrived, and I took it easy, eating some yummy lasagna and cleaning myself off a bit. I eventually went over to the basement and played video game football with Pat. After that we watched this anime called Deathnote. it was pretty cool.
So, hows that for an action packed August 2nd? I'm going to finish my discussion from last blog, then start a new rant for this one now.
Rant continued: Country Music-- Ridiculous American ideology and self perception!
Alright, so I had talked about "America's music" country music previously in my last post. I talked about how its really generic and just like pop but marketed toward poor white people from the country. and it does very well for itself, thank you very much! It has a very powerful listener base and the top country music stars are among the nations most highly paid entertainers. There is nothing wrong with this so long as people are entertained by it, but really its more of a statement on how base the public standards for entertainment are. If songs about drinkin' yo self silly and burning down Georgia are enough to get you through the day, then thats fine for you, but shouldent be fine for everyone. People should hold themselves up to higher standards the that, I think so at least. Anyway, I'm getting off topic, so let me return to what I really want to say.
Country music, and those who listen to it, are something of an embarrassment to me. I don't mean any of you any personal affront, but honestly, do you believe what your music is teaching you? The hyper patriotism is ridiculous. Do you honestly and truly believe that your nation is always correct and infallible? Do you think that everything America does is for the best of its people, and the world as well? Let me explain exactly what I mean by all of this. The songs often have something of a glorification of the military engine, talking about how America is going to punish its enemies and continue to be the eagle on the perch over the world, soaking in the light from the sky and patrolling the of the place. In this hyper patriotic fervor (And by no means do I mean to say that country music is the sole party responsible for this type of thing. This whole complex is a major problem, but it is most readily made into a musical form in Country music) we became hyper ignorant, retreating into the turtle shell of Americana and forgetting that we are just one flavor in the soup of the world. We turn a blind eye to other cultures and focus only on our own, and through that our world view and narrowed into tiny slits, letting none of the glow of humanity in and only letting us see things from one perspective: our own. I suppose the song that states that "We will put a boot in your ass, its the American way" is correct in actuality. America's way, as articulated in recent history and through country music, is more of a rough and tumble attack first ask questions later attitude then it should be. Were more of a bar room brawler type then a diplomat willing to work things out. this philosophy concerning the rest of the world is damning to how we are viewed by our contemporaries. America is the wealthiest and most powerful nation in the world, and is capable of doing a lot of good. A lot more then it realizes, or perhaps not, perhaps just more then its willing to commit to. By no means do I think we need to police the evil out of the world, as such a task needs to be shouldered equally by all the peoples of the world. but at the very least, realize there is more out there then just AMerica, we are not the end all be all. The world is, and we are but a people within it.
That rant went for a lot longer then expected. I guess I'll attempt my next one, but no promises as im a bit burnt out from all that above.
Rant: Fashion/Style- The mythology of modern day life?
I don't believe in fashion. There, its said. I don't understand it, I dont know how it works, and I am not in the least bit interested. How does one style of dressing go in and out of style? Ad how does a style of dressing develop? Is here some closed off office somewhere with a bunch of guys in suits and dark glasses sitting around, discussing diabolical ways to get their brands into power? Is it purely a farce used to make money, to trick people into buying things they dont need in order to become more accepted by their peers? Seems like it to me. Its not even a question of need, its just a question of have in order to appease. Anyone who knows me knows I dress pretty blandly, jeans and a t-shirt, usually white. Thats about it. I don't understand the need for much more. I dunno, if someone wants to educate me, feel free.
Quote of the day!!!
"It's a funny thing, luck. Seems the harder I work, the luckier I become"- Benjamin Franklin.
Till next time,
-DH
Anyway, as I detailed Thursday evening I was going on a camping trip from Friday to Sunday. All things seemed to be going alright when I woke up Friday morning, But I was unable to make it to Melrose to enjoy the Prince Pizza buffet I had been so looking forward to all week. Regardless, I soldiered on and just hung around until 1:30, when Jaclyn showed up. We proceeded to hang around and watch TV until about 2:15, at which point we drove over to Crescenzo's house, picked him up and began the long journey to North Conway. Crescenzo had not slept in a few days, so this led to many hilarious statements, mostly directed toward the quality of the trip and Jaclyn. She was probably getting a little upset about it, but honestly it was all in good fun. So were burning down the highway skyline into New Hampshire, past the cities of the state and into the great wild beyond. It was a long but enjoyable ride, and once you pass a certain point i NH, it really starts to get more primal and wild. I, for one, really love that. Its sort of like leaving the big lights of the city behind and going into the unknown for me, as I have always sort of felt like a country boy trapped in the world of a city kid.
We arrived at the camp ground after stopping at a 7-11/subway combo type deal in Conway to get some gas and some food. We tricked the clerks into thinking we were from Mexico, on a long long trip. If anyone has ever seen me, Jaclyn and crescenzo, its pretty obvious that we are not MExican, so I don't know how effective our plan was. I bought a delicious submarine sandwich, which I shared with JAclyn and she proceeded to spill all over herself. The mustard, that is. Another funny moment.
So we get to the camp ground and set up camp, and proceed to just sort of hang out for the night. We cook all sorts of food next to the campfire, and hang out with our fellow campers, Ryan, Jim, Mark, Pereira, Lauren, Mac Katelyn and Lane. We played this wacky and out of control sentence structure game. I know, wild kids, right? We all retired to our tents early, and tried to sleep. I found ti difficult as me and Mac were in rather close quarters, but we managed.
We were all pretty much awake by 7 in the morning, with some of us getting up much earlier. Breakfast was delicious marshmellows, pop tarts, hotdogs and other essential camping items. We filled our eager bellies and then set about to go to the river. Me, Ryan, Jim, Mark, Lauren and Katelyn all walked down there, intent on playing in the frigid waters of the north and perhaps getting sunburnt. It turned out to be a lot more interesting then that.
Ryan went down this "river slide", which is sort of like a waterslide over some rocks and along the currents way, up to this large rock that your supposed to grab onto. Me being the brave soul that I am followed him in this adventure, sliding amiably down the river, all smiles and joy. However, as I approached the big rock, I found I was out of range for it. I reached for it but couldent get it, and then Reached for Ryan, and couldent get him either. Next to these rocks, there were two small water falls on either side, about 5-6 feet drop. In my struggle to reach for the rock/Ryan, I had turned my self around, so I was facing the Waterfall. Head first. With nothing to grab onto. Mhm.
I went over the falls, clenched my chin to my body and just focused on surviving. There was a sharp pain on my head, the the churning and crushing pressure of the water above, then the peace of escaping the wake of the falls. I came to the surface, feeling alright if a bit dizzy, and made my way to a small rock wall to climb back over. My head started to really hurt, so I brought my hand up and felt my face. Blood. My hand was soaked in blood. I made my way to the top of the rock and looked at Ryan, and despite what he may say he was horrified to look back at me. apparently the entire right side of My face was covered in blood, and a deep cut had opened itself on the upper right hand side of my head, right next to my hairline. The blood was still dripping steadily down me, feeling my mouth and marking my chest. I was somewhat trapped on the rock edifice, and was unable to get over. I was losing blood steadily, and began to feel light headed and a little dizzy. After a considerable amount of exploring, I maneged to get over the river and back to the other side with my friends. People were staring at me as I made my way to find the nonexistent first aid center at this river. Luckily for me, there was a male nurse who was able to put some healing salves on it and badage it. Jim ran to the camp and crescnzo returned with jaclyns car, and Me, he, jaclyn and Mark made our way to the hospital.
2 hours, 8 stiches 1 very cute intern and a truly epic civil war stlye head wrap later, I left the hospital. They had told me expressly to keep the headwrap clean and dry, so camping was not looking like a very solid option. We hung around the camp for a few hours, taking lots of photos and just generally having a solid hang. I sensed heavy rains coming (perhaps the trauma has given me some sort of unbelievable super power) so Jaclyn, Crescenzo and I all hit the road. It was a long and dangerous ride home, through some of the most torrential rain and awe ispiring lightning storms I have ever witnessed. Eventually we arrived, and I took it easy, eating some yummy lasagna and cleaning myself off a bit. I eventually went over to the basement and played video game football with Pat. After that we watched this anime called Deathnote. it was pretty cool.
So, hows that for an action packed August 2nd? I'm going to finish my discussion from last blog, then start a new rant for this one now.
Rant continued: Country Music-- Ridiculous American ideology and self perception!
Alright, so I had talked about "America's music" country music previously in my last post. I talked about how its really generic and just like pop but marketed toward poor white people from the country. and it does very well for itself, thank you very much! It has a very powerful listener base and the top country music stars are among the nations most highly paid entertainers. There is nothing wrong with this so long as people are entertained by it, but really its more of a statement on how base the public standards for entertainment are. If songs about drinkin' yo self silly and burning down Georgia are enough to get you through the day, then thats fine for you, but shouldent be fine for everyone. People should hold themselves up to higher standards the that, I think so at least. Anyway, I'm getting off topic, so let me return to what I really want to say.
Country music, and those who listen to it, are something of an embarrassment to me. I don't mean any of you any personal affront, but honestly, do you believe what your music is teaching you? The hyper patriotism is ridiculous. Do you honestly and truly believe that your nation is always correct and infallible? Do you think that everything America does is for the best of its people, and the world as well? Let me explain exactly what I mean by all of this. The songs often have something of a glorification of the military engine, talking about how America is going to punish its enemies and continue to be the eagle on the perch over the world, soaking in the light from the sky and patrolling the of the place. In this hyper patriotic fervor (And by no means do I mean to say that country music is the sole party responsible for this type of thing. This whole complex is a major problem, but it is most readily made into a musical form in Country music) we became hyper ignorant, retreating into the turtle shell of Americana and forgetting that we are just one flavor in the soup of the world. We turn a blind eye to other cultures and focus only on our own, and through that our world view and narrowed into tiny slits, letting none of the glow of humanity in and only letting us see things from one perspective: our own. I suppose the song that states that "We will put a boot in your ass, its the American way" is correct in actuality. America's way, as articulated in recent history and through country music, is more of a rough and tumble attack first ask questions later attitude then it should be. Were more of a bar room brawler type then a diplomat willing to work things out. this philosophy concerning the rest of the world is damning to how we are viewed by our contemporaries. America is the wealthiest and most powerful nation in the world, and is capable of doing a lot of good. A lot more then it realizes, or perhaps not, perhaps just more then its willing to commit to. By no means do I think we need to police the evil out of the world, as such a task needs to be shouldered equally by all the peoples of the world. but at the very least, realize there is more out there then just AMerica, we are not the end all be all. The world is, and we are but a people within it.
That rant went for a lot longer then expected. I guess I'll attempt my next one, but no promises as im a bit burnt out from all that above.
Rant: Fashion/Style- The mythology of modern day life?
I don't believe in fashion. There, its said. I don't understand it, I dont know how it works, and I am not in the least bit interested. How does one style of dressing go in and out of style? Ad how does a style of dressing develop? Is here some closed off office somewhere with a bunch of guys in suits and dark glasses sitting around, discussing diabolical ways to get their brands into power? Is it purely a farce used to make money, to trick people into buying things they dont need in order to become more accepted by their peers? Seems like it to me. Its not even a question of need, its just a question of have in order to appease. Anyone who knows me knows I dress pretty blandly, jeans and a t-shirt, usually white. Thats about it. I don't understand the need for much more. I dunno, if someone wants to educate me, feel free.
Quote of the day!!!
"It's a funny thing, luck. Seems the harder I work, the luckier I become"- Benjamin Franklin.
Till next time,
-DH
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Why not something in imitation of poetry?!
I'm a little bored and need to fester up some creative juices from within. So I am going to write a poem, and it may or may not meet with your approval. this is entirely free thought, and I have not planned this at all. so here goes.
Title: Above and Below
In times of old when light shown proud
Refracted even on the sullen streams
to noble to bend, but flow as swift
Pebbles as stars upon its damp horizon
And dawn in the form of something bold
To wade and ripple, cause a tear
The fabric was not made to hold, but crack
And rip with every bestial want within
The beast is in the water and the world is under flame
As each paw print left marks a new and unique damnation
The muddy tracks a street map made slyly
Everything you need to know is here, except perspective
Everything you can perceive is there, except for truth
Perhaps there is no simpler answer then thus
The beast is in the water and the stream rushes by
And the pebbles in the stream as the stars on the horizon
Ursa major comes to play in this constellation in the brook
Orion's belt a hollow log, Sagittarius a keen eyed fawn
A shooting star, a skipping stone
The clouds overhead, the earth underfoot
Sometimes the spirit of the being exceeds the being itself
Your more then you think you are, or nothing still
The Universe is a lot bigger then we thought
The Universe is a lot smaller then we thought
And when all is done, a bear stands in a stream that rips and flows
We watch in idle awe, as the stars come out to greet us
Above and below
Title: Above and Below
In times of old when light shown proud
Refracted even on the sullen streams
to noble to bend, but flow as swift
Pebbles as stars upon its damp horizon
And dawn in the form of something bold
To wade and ripple, cause a tear
The fabric was not made to hold, but crack
And rip with every bestial want within
The beast is in the water and the world is under flame
As each paw print left marks a new and unique damnation
The muddy tracks a street map made slyly
Everything you need to know is here, except perspective
Everything you can perceive is there, except for truth
Perhaps there is no simpler answer then thus
The beast is in the water and the stream rushes by
And the pebbles in the stream as the stars on the horizon
Ursa major comes to play in this constellation in the brook
Orion's belt a hollow log, Sagittarius a keen eyed fawn
A shooting star, a skipping stone
The clouds overhead, the earth underfoot
Sometimes the spirit of the being exceeds the being itself
Your more then you think you are, or nothing still
The Universe is a lot bigger then we thought
The Universe is a lot smaller then we thought
And when all is done, a bear stands in a stream that rips and flows
We watch in idle awe, as the stars come out to greet us
Above and below
The fourth blog, a recounting
Yo readers. How goes it? Good I hope. Today will be a glorious day for blogging, as any and most days are. Does this grammatically make sense, and since when did the rules of grammer have any control on the heart and soul of the men who created it? But I digress.
Work was work. Simple as that. Normal stuff, putting pieces of metal in boxes, ect. Chuck and Mauro have revealed themselves to be racists, which is, if nothing else, pretty entertaiing to me. We talked about Manny Ramierez and the big trade and hockey and nascar and other things. Honestly, I'm just not that into sports. I heard a quote a while ago, and I have always thought it was true. Sports are the toy section in the department store of life. It all ust seems sort of trivial to me, and honestly I'd rather go do something--climb a mountain, go excersize, read a book-- then sit in fro tof the tv and watch people I dont know play a sport I don't particularly care about. But whatever, I guess its a crutch for people that simply don't have anything better to do with their time, something to obsess over and stare at whil their lives slowly pass before them.
On to happier thoughts, I got my copy of The Diary of a Young Girl, by Anne Frank. I don't think I ever rad the unabridged version of this book, so I'm looking forward to doing just that while I am up in new Hampshire camping. as previously stated, the Holocaust sort of interests me in an odd way, in that I can't fathom it. I hope that by reading and envisioning the experiences of a real live person-- a girl not so much younger then I am--I will be able to better understand it. Also, it i one of those books you ust have to re-read at some point in your life, you know? Anyway, that should be fun.
But yeah, as referenced above, I'm going camping for the next few days. Leaving tomorrow afternoon and will be returning some time on Sunday. Should be fun, I havent gone in a while. Gonna try to conserve as much money as I can though, as its going to be an expensive next couple of weeks for me. But regardless, theres something about the woods, and getting away from sirens and asphalt thats just good for a mans soul. So, that should be pretty sick.
So I'm not gonna name names to protect the identity of the innocent, but someone did something that was pretty terrible to someone else involving a facebook account and a faux confession of emotion. While its not certain what exactly went down, or even what bodies took part in said affair, whomever did it delved to a all sorts of new lows. While the victom and I may not be on the best of terms, no one deserves that kind of stuff to happen. 4 words. Karma is a bitch.
On to the rant, on a subject near and dear to my heart: The Library!
I love the library. It is as simple as that. Its a great resource to get anything you want media related. Want a dvd? They can get it for you. A book? It's a library, what do you think? An obscure 1930's movie starring some old dead actor you vaguely remember? Its a done deal. The original bible...perhaps not. But honestly, its such a magnificent resource ofr a community. Theres a lot of stuff going on, and its really not the dull and boring place people think it is. I only wish I had discovered how wonderful it was at an earlier age, and taken full advantage of it. Oh well, chin up and no regrets, right?
I guess thats sort of a weak rant, as I didnt rant about anything really. So let me think of something worth ranting over for a special bonus rant.
hmmm...
There are a bunch of topics im looking forward to writing about in the future, like obesity, chivalry, potentials, the myth of equality, ect. But today should be a smaller rant, as its late and I already sort of ranted. So maybe a small rant about
Country Music!
Anyone else have a problem with country music? Or perhaps I should be asking if anyone is really cool with it. I understand it has a fan base, but it really strikes me as this souless trash heap of music that needs serious overhaul. For example, all the songs are about the same basic things. god, drinking, southern culture, america, war, ect. There just, isint any originality in the genre. Its all country white guys singing about how much they love America/their wives/sports/drinking/being hicks. And It gets old. There are obviously exceptions, and the older you go with country the more original it becomes. I'd wager to say that old country resonated with something of the spirit of rural white America, the tue voices and echos from the hills and lowland vallys of the old west and rural south. But the stuff they mass produce now? nothing put po music targeted toward people with little respect for themselves, so blinded by icons of americana that they can't open their eyes to see true originality. I dunno, some of the songs are certainly catchy, but I just can't thin of it as anyhting other then mass produced pop music for hicks.
And that....
is that.
Quote of the day- "We'll put a boot in your ass, its the American way"- Tim McGraw?
-more on this type of thought process in the next post-
** Won't be writing while up in NH, so next post will either be tomorrow morning before I leave or Sunday afternoon/night. Till then, keep thinking.
--DH
Work was work. Simple as that. Normal stuff, putting pieces of metal in boxes, ect. Chuck and Mauro have revealed themselves to be racists, which is, if nothing else, pretty entertaiing to me. We talked about Manny Ramierez and the big trade and hockey and nascar and other things. Honestly, I'm just not that into sports. I heard a quote a while ago, and I have always thought it was true. Sports are the toy section in the department store of life. It all ust seems sort of trivial to me, and honestly I'd rather go do something--climb a mountain, go excersize, read a book-- then sit in fro tof the tv and watch people I dont know play a sport I don't particularly care about. But whatever, I guess its a crutch for people that simply don't have anything better to do with their time, something to obsess over and stare at whil their lives slowly pass before them.
On to happier thoughts, I got my copy of The Diary of a Young Girl, by Anne Frank. I don't think I ever rad the unabridged version of this book, so I'm looking forward to doing just that while I am up in new Hampshire camping. as previously stated, the Holocaust sort of interests me in an odd way, in that I can't fathom it. I hope that by reading and envisioning the experiences of a real live person-- a girl not so much younger then I am--I will be able to better understand it. Also, it i one of those books you ust have to re-read at some point in your life, you know? Anyway, that should be fun.
But yeah, as referenced above, I'm going camping for the next few days. Leaving tomorrow afternoon and will be returning some time on Sunday. Should be fun, I havent gone in a while. Gonna try to conserve as much money as I can though, as its going to be an expensive next couple of weeks for me. But regardless, theres something about the woods, and getting away from sirens and asphalt thats just good for a mans soul. So, that should be pretty sick.
So I'm not gonna name names to protect the identity of the innocent, but someone did something that was pretty terrible to someone else involving a facebook account and a faux confession of emotion. While its not certain what exactly went down, or even what bodies took part in said affair, whomever did it delved to a all sorts of new lows. While the victom and I may not be on the best of terms, no one deserves that kind of stuff to happen. 4 words. Karma is a bitch.
On to the rant, on a subject near and dear to my heart: The Library!
I love the library. It is as simple as that. Its a great resource to get anything you want media related. Want a dvd? They can get it for you. A book? It's a library, what do you think? An obscure 1930's movie starring some old dead actor you vaguely remember? Its a done deal. The original bible...perhaps not. But honestly, its such a magnificent resource ofr a community. Theres a lot of stuff going on, and its really not the dull and boring place people think it is. I only wish I had discovered how wonderful it was at an earlier age, and taken full advantage of it. Oh well, chin up and no regrets, right?
I guess thats sort of a weak rant, as I didnt rant about anything really. So let me think of something worth ranting over for a special bonus rant.
hmmm...
There are a bunch of topics im looking forward to writing about in the future, like obesity, chivalry, potentials, the myth of equality, ect. But today should be a smaller rant, as its late and I already sort of ranted. So maybe a small rant about
Country Music!
Anyone else have a problem with country music? Or perhaps I should be asking if anyone is really cool with it. I understand it has a fan base, but it really strikes me as this souless trash heap of music that needs serious overhaul. For example, all the songs are about the same basic things. god, drinking, southern culture, america, war, ect. There just, isint any originality in the genre. Its all country white guys singing about how much they love America/their wives/sports/drinking/being hicks. And It gets old. There are obviously exceptions, and the older you go with country the more original it becomes. I'd wager to say that old country resonated with something of the spirit of rural white America, the tue voices and echos from the hills and lowland vallys of the old west and rural south. But the stuff they mass produce now? nothing put po music targeted toward people with little respect for themselves, so blinded by icons of americana that they can't open their eyes to see true originality. I dunno, some of the songs are certainly catchy, but I just can't thin of it as anyhting other then mass produced pop music for hicks.
And that....
is that.
Quote of the day- "We'll put a boot in your ass, its the American way"- Tim McGraw?
-more on this type of thought process in the next post-
** Won't be writing while up in NH, so next post will either be tomorrow morning before I leave or Sunday afternoon/night. Till then, keep thinking.
--DH
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
This is the third entry. In the blog.
Hey everyone. Or no one. Guess that sort of thing matters and exists according to my mood, optimist or pessimist? Anyway, whomever is reading this, welcome.
Today was pretty ordinary at work. It was a lot slower in the morning then it usually is, but the midmorning and afternoon went by fairly quick. About as average as a workday can get. I didn't get all the fascinatingly perverse stories from Chuck that I usually get, which was both a blessing and a bummer. However, and the fact that I'm writing this really speaks to the level of boredom my life has delved, Mauro stole some of my bubble wrap. That don't fly with me, ya hear? Keep your eyes open, Mr. Rodriguez.
So after work My mom made my go to this old woman who is the mother of one of my aunts through marriage house and mow the lawn. It was pretty ordinary, I didn't really feel like doing it but it was something that needed to be done I suppose. I took off my shirt and felt positively middle aged as I walked around the yard, swatting away insects and making certain I got every corner of the overgrowth tamed and contained. In truth, shes a lonely old lady, and while I resent her for allowing her broke garage door to maim me in the past (If anyone wants to know, ask) and I don't particularly like mowing lawns, I sort of feel good helping her out every so often. Well, every two weeks, thats how often so often is, haha.
I guess I'm a little old fashioned in that sense. Helping your elders has always sort of been a mainstay of my personality, or I'd like to think so. Anyone who knows me fairly well knows I am fairly polite, and I know for a fact I up the courteousness around seniors and such. I was reflecting on that today while I was mowing the lawn, and I thought if it was really appropriate. I mean, who's to say that because someone or something is older they deserve more respect, intrinsically? They shouldn't. Honestly, it doesn't make sense. There is nothing worse then an old fool, and there are plenty of them in the world. Just because something is no longer young doesn't mean it has some sort of wisdom or purpose that it traded in for its youthful exuberance. And I suppose that that is sort of a scary thought for me. Some day my youth will fade, and I'll just be an old crone, sitting alone in the dark eating TV dinners and waiting for the reaper to come a'knockin.
Till then, though, I'm going to keep blogging.
So heres something that really annoys me (it is not my intention to turn my blog into a place to complain about stuff, haha. If it turns out that way, which is a real and distinct possibility, just remember that its not what I wanted it to be, but rather what it became). I hate it when people pretend to be poets. But Dan, who's to say what talent is in poetry, or in any form of art? How can you pass judgement on th masses as such? While this sort of thing is highly subjecive, I can only speak for myself. I am not a master of poetry, but I do like it and read it fairly frequently, and for me there is just a voice. This voice is everything for a poet. It can either enchant the reader, lead them down verbal paths not previously explored, or strand them alone in some terrible desert of awful expressionism, lost and exiled from the realm of the beautiful. I guess its true that people who write bad poetry are still poets, so what I should say is I don't like poets who are bad at their craft, as I wouldent like a doctor whos bad at theirs or a prostitute who is terrible at hers (I am not saying anything overt here, haha). I could go on about this, but I'm tired of thinking about it and will be moving on to the official rant of todays post. (By all means, the third rant in actuality)
Rant: Human Originality: Fact or Fiction?
Ever think of yourself as interchangable parts, like a car or rifle? Sometimes I can't help but think of organs and bones as nothing put parts, like a machine. If you can exchange livers and kidneys and hair, whats to say you can't exchange senses of humor or dry wits? Literally, this is an impossibility as brain transfers, and their corresponding facets of knowledge, have not been mastered yet. However, how do I know that my exact sense of humor, or love of roses, or lust for natalie portman isint in some other guys mind, precisely and exactly the same? In all likely hood, it is, right? So, follow me here, if it was possible to exchange these things, would it not be possible then to recreate and mass produce people of the same personality in different minds? is there anyone so unique that nothing i their brain corresponds to anyone elses? And if so, are these the only truly unique people? Seem's like it to me. So it would seem only the mentally unstable and severly brilliant are real one-of-a-kinds, and the rest of us are mismashed pieces to the same puzzle.
I hope not, but I think so.
I may or may not start throwing quotes into these entries as well, so here goes that experiment.
my favorite quote: Every man is guilty of the good he could have done- Voltaire
Till tomorrow,
-DH
Today was pretty ordinary at work. It was a lot slower in the morning then it usually is, but the midmorning and afternoon went by fairly quick. About as average as a workday can get. I didn't get all the fascinatingly perverse stories from Chuck that I usually get, which was both a blessing and a bummer. However, and the fact that I'm writing this really speaks to the level of boredom my life has delved, Mauro stole some of my bubble wrap. That don't fly with me, ya hear? Keep your eyes open, Mr. Rodriguez.
So after work My mom made my go to this old woman who is the mother of one of my aunts through marriage house and mow the lawn. It was pretty ordinary, I didn't really feel like doing it but it was something that needed to be done I suppose. I took off my shirt and felt positively middle aged as I walked around the yard, swatting away insects and making certain I got every corner of the overgrowth tamed and contained. In truth, shes a lonely old lady, and while I resent her for allowing her broke garage door to maim me in the past (If anyone wants to know, ask) and I don't particularly like mowing lawns, I sort of feel good helping her out every so often. Well, every two weeks, thats how often so often is, haha.
I guess I'm a little old fashioned in that sense. Helping your elders has always sort of been a mainstay of my personality, or I'd like to think so. Anyone who knows me fairly well knows I am fairly polite, and I know for a fact I up the courteousness around seniors and such. I was reflecting on that today while I was mowing the lawn, and I thought if it was really appropriate. I mean, who's to say that because someone or something is older they deserve more respect, intrinsically? They shouldn't. Honestly, it doesn't make sense. There is nothing worse then an old fool, and there are plenty of them in the world. Just because something is no longer young doesn't mean it has some sort of wisdom or purpose that it traded in for its youthful exuberance. And I suppose that that is sort of a scary thought for me. Some day my youth will fade, and I'll just be an old crone, sitting alone in the dark eating TV dinners and waiting for the reaper to come a'knockin.
Till then, though, I'm going to keep blogging.
So heres something that really annoys me (it is not my intention to turn my blog into a place to complain about stuff, haha. If it turns out that way, which is a real and distinct possibility, just remember that its not what I wanted it to be, but rather what it became). I hate it when people pretend to be poets. But Dan, who's to say what talent is in poetry, or in any form of art? How can you pass judgement on th masses as such? While this sort of thing is highly subjecive, I can only speak for myself. I am not a master of poetry, but I do like it and read it fairly frequently, and for me there is just a voice. This voice is everything for a poet. It can either enchant the reader, lead them down verbal paths not previously explored, or strand them alone in some terrible desert of awful expressionism, lost and exiled from the realm of the beautiful. I guess its true that people who write bad poetry are still poets, so what I should say is I don't like poets who are bad at their craft, as I wouldent like a doctor whos bad at theirs or a prostitute who is terrible at hers (I am not saying anything overt here, haha). I could go on about this, but I'm tired of thinking about it and will be moving on to the official rant of todays post. (By all means, the third rant in actuality)
Rant: Human Originality: Fact or Fiction?
Ever think of yourself as interchangable parts, like a car or rifle? Sometimes I can't help but think of organs and bones as nothing put parts, like a machine. If you can exchange livers and kidneys and hair, whats to say you can't exchange senses of humor or dry wits? Literally, this is an impossibility as brain transfers, and their corresponding facets of knowledge, have not been mastered yet. However, how do I know that my exact sense of humor, or love of roses, or lust for natalie portman isint in some other guys mind, precisely and exactly the same? In all likely hood, it is, right? So, follow me here, if it was possible to exchange these things, would it not be possible then to recreate and mass produce people of the same personality in different minds? is there anyone so unique that nothing i their brain corresponds to anyone elses? And if so, are these the only truly unique people? Seem's like it to me. So it would seem only the mentally unstable and severly brilliant are real one-of-a-kinds, and the rest of us are mismashed pieces to the same puzzle.
I hope not, but I think so.
I may or may not start throwing quotes into these entries as well, so here goes that experiment.
my favorite quote: Every man is guilty of the good he could have done- Voltaire
Till tomorrow,
-DH
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