2012...
move mountains.
stop the rivers.
end existance...
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Thursday, March 15
Monday, March 12
Shrinkas
Just a fun little story I wrote for school...
It was New Year’s Eve. Will was supposed to be sleeping, but it was only half an hour after midnight and he couldn’t fall asleep, he was so excited. As he was watching the snow fall outside of his window. It was the mystically, gravity-deifying snow. Each flake was bigger then the next, yet still never falling to the ground. Will figured visibility was only a few feet, as he could only barely see the great pine tree standing right outside his window. As he was thinking about this, he realized something strange was happening to the tree. It looked like a little stream of smoke coming out of one of the tiny little holes made by wood peckers. And there, just inside, he could see a faint light. It went out, but he could still just see the smoke. A few seconds later, the light appeared again.
Will watched this light constantly blinking for about an hour. Finally, the snow started to let up. Soon, he could tell for sure that it was a fire in the tree. But, why would there be a tiny, controlled fire in the tree? The answer to that would have to wait, at least for Will. For it was now very late, and he was indeed tired. The next day, he decided to climb the tree to explore that little hole a little more.
“Oh I hate it when the tree sways like this,” said Jane “it always makes me sick”
“Yes, I know dear,” replied her father, Garrison, “but there’s not much we can do about it now, is there?”
Zeus put a few more logs on the fire, soon, the fire was billowing again. Within a few hours, the snow stopped.
“Alright chillins, time for bed,” said Jane’s mother, Martha, “It’s been a late night with the snow and all, come along now.”
The next day, Martha woke up bright and cheery-eyed. She was the first one up, though it was already ten o’clock. As she was making breakfast, she felt the tree start to shake. However, she thought it was just the wind. Soon enough though, the house went dark. She turned around to see what blocked the light.
There, covering the entire doorway was and eye, a nose and half of an ear. Instinctively, Jane grabbed the few pots and pans within reach and started beating the thing.
“Ow! Hey, Stop it,” Will had climbed the tree and was feeling and strange painful sensation on his upper cheek, “Hey, cut that out!” He pulled his face away from the hole and let a little light in. There, inside, was the most peculiar thing he had ever seen, a tiny human being. She was only about four inches tall. She had a pine needle skirt with a maple leaf sewed together to fit like a shirt. She had birch bark sandals.
Will was love struck. “H-h-h-hi”
Silence
Then the thought occurred to Will that she might not speak English, she might not even speak at all. “Do you speak English?”
“Y-y-yes. Please, don’t hurt us.”
“Now, why on earth would I do that? There’s more of you?”
“Yes, my father, mother, brother and I.”
Will was so amazed by this, he almost let go of the tree and fell. “Why are you guys so small?” the thought occurred to him that they had to have gone through some unnatural process to become so small.
“Well, it’s quite a long story, can you hold on to the tree for a while longer?”
“Hmm… I don’t think so, but I have a better idea, can you meet me up on that branch?”
“Yeah, sure, I’ll be right there.” So Jane wrote a little note and stuck it on the kitchen table. Then she scampered up the tree and sat down on the branch. Will still had a ways to climb yet, so she waited and laughed at his foolish and fatal attempts to make it up the tree. However, soon enough, he reached the branch, positioned himself in a nice comfy seat, picked up Jane in his hand and let her talk.
“Okay, hmm… where should I start?” said Jane as she was making herself comfortable in Will’s hand, “I suppose at the beginning.”
“Yes, that would be good.”
“Well, the shrinkas, that is, us smaller folk, have been around, well just about as long as you larger folk have been. However, we haven’t always been this small. In fact, it’s very possible that you and I could have the same distant ancestors. You see, it all happened around the European Renaissance, well maybe a little bit before, when there was the big hub-bub about witches and what not. My ancestors were a happy family, actually, one of my distant uncles was a lord. In fact, it’s because of him that we are small. You see, one of his subjects just so happened to be a real witch. He discovered this and had her burned at the stake. However, just before she was killed, she uttered something in some peculiar language and then said ‘Let you and your family forever be cursed!’ The next day when my the lord woke up, he was lost in his bed covers. Low and behold, he and his entire family were only five inches tall!
“Now, he was very worried about this and had one of his advisors do some research on what the witch had said. It turns out that the witched had set a spell on the lord that he and his family shall grow no larger then five inches tall. That is unless one of the witches ancestors undoes the spell.
“The funny thing is, obviously the witch meant us all great harm when she set this curse, but actually, it’s quite the opposite.”
“How so?” Will was surprised he said anything, he was so entranced by Jane’s story, and something else that was on his mind.
“Well, you see, one of my ancestors actually worked with Benjamin Franklin. I’m sure you’ve heard of bifocals?”
“Yes,”
“Well, that’s thanks to my ancestor. You see, one day when Benjamin was working in his shop, he accidentally dropped his glasses, cracking both lenses. Then, only a few moments later, he sat on his reading glasses. My ancestor, Marvin, knew of the troubles Ben was having with having to switch back and forth between the two glasses. So, he took the bottom half of the reading lens and fit in with the top half of the other lens, all inside on frame. It was genius. Of course, Benjamin Franklin couldn’t give any credit to him because who would believe a tiny man could come up with such a revolution?
“And that’s not all! Then there was Jimmy. His story is even more impressing. Why, without him, we wouldn’t have the light bulb today!”
“What, I though Thomas Edison invented the light bulb,” Will was so astonished that he didn’t believe her at first.
“Ah, but you also though Benjamin invented bifocals.”
“True”
“You see, Thomas’s hands were a little to big to get the tiny wires connected inside the bulb. He had been trying for days, but nothing was working. Finally Jimmy stepped up one night when Thomas was sleeping. Jimmy crept into the workshop, this wasn’t a hard task however, and found the latest light bulb. With his tiny hands, he was able to connect the wires. The next day Thomas was astounded as to what happened. Soon enough, he figured out it was Jimmy. And so, it was Jimmy and his children, and there children the made the first light bulbs, that is until machines were built that were more efficient.”
“Wow, what a history.” Will was amazed at how much these little people had accomplished. He wanted just to stay there sitting on the branch all day, with little Jane sitting in his hand. Her soothing melodic voice telling about more and more accomplishments. He could feel her tiny little legs moving on his hand, they just slightly tickled him. He wanted so much just to take her home with him. But, he couldn’t. She had a family that she belonged to. Then, Will had a thought, “Tell me, say a full size human being were to marry one of you… what was it, Shrankas?”
“Shrinkas”
“Ah, yes, Shrinkas, so, would the Shrinka become full size, or would the full size human become a Shrinka?”
“Hmm… you know that reminds me of another story.”
“Yes?” Will was eager to hear more.
“Well, you know the mystery of Amelia Airheart?”
“Yeah, she was flying around the world and the disappeared.”
“Yes, do you want to know what really happened?”
“Of course!” Will was wondering how on earth the Shrinkas could have anything to do with Amelia Airheart. And, it meant Jane sitting cross-legged on his hand, telling more stories, so he was especially eager to hear.
“Well, she had a flying buddy, his name was Eric. He was a Shrinka, so, of course know one new about him. Well, she had him with her on the flight around the world. In mid-flight, he pulled out a ring, and asked her to marry him. And, she said yes. However, they were both unaware that once she said yes, she would turn into a Shrinka. So, obviously she was turned into a Shrinka and was unable to control the plane. Thus, the plane gained to much altitude, and burned up in the atmosphere.”
“Wow, that’s incredible, the true story of Amelia Airheart.” Will was so engrossed in the story that he nearly dropped Jane.
“Will! I’m falling!!” She grabbed onto his thumb, and barely caught herself.
“Oh, sorry, I almost forgot you weren’t attached to my hand. So, let me get this straight, the only way for you to become full size again, would be in an ancestor of the which uncursed you. And the only way for a full size human to become a Shrinka, would be to marry one of you?”
“Yes,”
to be continued... as soon as i finish it
It was New Year’s Eve. Will was supposed to be sleeping, but it was only half an hour after midnight and he couldn’t fall asleep, he was so excited. As he was watching the snow fall outside of his window. It was the mystically, gravity-deifying snow. Each flake was bigger then the next, yet still never falling to the ground. Will figured visibility was only a few feet, as he could only barely see the great pine tree standing right outside his window. As he was thinking about this, he realized something strange was happening to the tree. It looked like a little stream of smoke coming out of one of the tiny little holes made by wood peckers. And there, just inside, he could see a faint light. It went out, but he could still just see the smoke. A few seconds later, the light appeared again.
Will watched this light constantly blinking for about an hour. Finally, the snow started to let up. Soon, he could tell for sure that it was a fire in the tree. But, why would there be a tiny, controlled fire in the tree? The answer to that would have to wait, at least for Will. For it was now very late, and he was indeed tired. The next day, he decided to climb the tree to explore that little hole a little more.
“Oh I hate it when the tree sways like this,” said Jane “it always makes me sick”
“Yes, I know dear,” replied her father, Garrison, “but there’s not much we can do about it now, is there?”
Zeus put a few more logs on the fire, soon, the fire was billowing again. Within a few hours, the snow stopped.
“Alright chillins, time for bed,” said Jane’s mother, Martha, “It’s been a late night with the snow and all, come along now.”
The next day, Martha woke up bright and cheery-eyed. She was the first one up, though it was already ten o’clock. As she was making breakfast, she felt the tree start to shake. However, she thought it was just the wind. Soon enough though, the house went dark. She turned around to see what blocked the light.
There, covering the entire doorway was and eye, a nose and half of an ear. Instinctively, Jane grabbed the few pots and pans within reach and started beating the thing.
“Ow! Hey, Stop it,” Will had climbed the tree and was feeling and strange painful sensation on his upper cheek, “Hey, cut that out!” He pulled his face away from the hole and let a little light in. There, inside, was the most peculiar thing he had ever seen, a tiny human being. She was only about four inches tall. She had a pine needle skirt with a maple leaf sewed together to fit like a shirt. She had birch bark sandals.
Will was love struck. “H-h-h-hi”
Silence
Then the thought occurred to Will that she might not speak English, she might not even speak at all. “Do you speak English?”
“Y-y-yes. Please, don’t hurt us.”
“Now, why on earth would I do that? There’s more of you?”
“Yes, my father, mother, brother and I.”
Will was so amazed by this, he almost let go of the tree and fell. “Why are you guys so small?” the thought occurred to him that they had to have gone through some unnatural process to become so small.
“Well, it’s quite a long story, can you hold on to the tree for a while longer?”
“Hmm… I don’t think so, but I have a better idea, can you meet me up on that branch?”
“Yeah, sure, I’ll be right there.” So Jane wrote a little note and stuck it on the kitchen table. Then she scampered up the tree and sat down on the branch. Will still had a ways to climb yet, so she waited and laughed at his foolish and fatal attempts to make it up the tree. However, soon enough, he reached the branch, positioned himself in a nice comfy seat, picked up Jane in his hand and let her talk.
“Okay, hmm… where should I start?” said Jane as she was making herself comfortable in Will’s hand, “I suppose at the beginning.”
“Yes, that would be good.”
“Well, the shrinkas, that is, us smaller folk, have been around, well just about as long as you larger folk have been. However, we haven’t always been this small. In fact, it’s very possible that you and I could have the same distant ancestors. You see, it all happened around the European Renaissance, well maybe a little bit before, when there was the big hub-bub about witches and what not. My ancestors were a happy family, actually, one of my distant uncles was a lord. In fact, it’s because of him that we are small. You see, one of his subjects just so happened to be a real witch. He discovered this and had her burned at the stake. However, just before she was killed, she uttered something in some peculiar language and then said ‘Let you and your family forever be cursed!’ The next day when my the lord woke up, he was lost in his bed covers. Low and behold, he and his entire family were only five inches tall!
“Now, he was very worried about this and had one of his advisors do some research on what the witch had said. It turns out that the witched had set a spell on the lord that he and his family shall grow no larger then five inches tall. That is unless one of the witches ancestors undoes the spell.
“The funny thing is, obviously the witch meant us all great harm when she set this curse, but actually, it’s quite the opposite.”
“How so?” Will was surprised he said anything, he was so entranced by Jane’s story, and something else that was on his mind.
“Well, you see, one of my ancestors actually worked with Benjamin Franklin. I’m sure you’ve heard of bifocals?”
“Yes,”
“Well, that’s thanks to my ancestor. You see, one day when Benjamin was working in his shop, he accidentally dropped his glasses, cracking both lenses. Then, only a few moments later, he sat on his reading glasses. My ancestor, Marvin, knew of the troubles Ben was having with having to switch back and forth between the two glasses. So, he took the bottom half of the reading lens and fit in with the top half of the other lens, all inside on frame. It was genius. Of course, Benjamin Franklin couldn’t give any credit to him because who would believe a tiny man could come up with such a revolution?
“And that’s not all! Then there was Jimmy. His story is even more impressing. Why, without him, we wouldn’t have the light bulb today!”
“What, I though Thomas Edison invented the light bulb,” Will was so astonished that he didn’t believe her at first.
“Ah, but you also though Benjamin invented bifocals.”
“True”
“You see, Thomas’s hands were a little to big to get the tiny wires connected inside the bulb. He had been trying for days, but nothing was working. Finally Jimmy stepped up one night when Thomas was sleeping. Jimmy crept into the workshop, this wasn’t a hard task however, and found the latest light bulb. With his tiny hands, he was able to connect the wires. The next day Thomas was astounded as to what happened. Soon enough, he figured out it was Jimmy. And so, it was Jimmy and his children, and there children the made the first light bulbs, that is until machines were built that were more efficient.”
“Wow, what a history.” Will was amazed at how much these little people had accomplished. He wanted just to stay there sitting on the branch all day, with little Jane sitting in his hand. Her soothing melodic voice telling about more and more accomplishments. He could feel her tiny little legs moving on his hand, they just slightly tickled him. He wanted so much just to take her home with him. But, he couldn’t. She had a family that she belonged to. Then, Will had a thought, “Tell me, say a full size human being were to marry one of you… what was it, Shrankas?”
“Shrinkas”
“Ah, yes, Shrinkas, so, would the Shrinka become full size, or would the full size human become a Shrinka?”
“Hmm… you know that reminds me of another story.”
“Yes?” Will was eager to hear more.
“Well, you know the mystery of Amelia Airheart?”
“Yeah, she was flying around the world and the disappeared.”
“Yes, do you want to know what really happened?”
“Of course!” Will was wondering how on earth the Shrinkas could have anything to do with Amelia Airheart. And, it meant Jane sitting cross-legged on his hand, telling more stories, so he was especially eager to hear.
“Well, she had a flying buddy, his name was Eric. He was a Shrinka, so, of course know one new about him. Well, she had him with her on the flight around the world. In mid-flight, he pulled out a ring, and asked her to marry him. And, she said yes. However, they were both unaware that once she said yes, she would turn into a Shrinka. So, obviously she was turned into a Shrinka and was unable to control the plane. Thus, the plane gained to much altitude, and burned up in the atmosphere.”
“Wow, that’s incredible, the true story of Amelia Airheart.” Will was so engrossed in the story that he nearly dropped Jane.
“Will! I’m falling!!” She grabbed onto his thumb, and barely caught herself.
“Oh, sorry, I almost forgot you weren’t attached to my hand. So, let me get this straight, the only way for you to become full size again, would be in an ancestor of the which uncursed you. And the only way for a full size human to become a Shrinka, would be to marry one of you?”
“Yes,”
to be continued... as soon as i finish it
Wednesday, February 21
the power
The power of God… the ability to capture all that is true, and spill out it’s essence at one point in time in one specific place. Brilliant.
If you have ever lived, you know exactly what I mean.
I was at home late, just my foreign ex-change student and I. My dad called to remind to me to refill our woodstove. When I went outside, to lazy to put on a jacket, just my sweatshirt, wind pants, and my crocs, it was dark. One of those moonless nights, but you can still see by the stars… and the house lights. There’s not much snow on the ground, and even less in the air, about as little as you can have, but still say it’s snowing. The wind was nipping, a hard, fierce wind. I looked up. I wanted to run, the power of God within me. I was nearly ready to set off running, for miles. To spend the night, in the open air, perhaps stop at a friend’s house, who doesn’t go to church, or experience life to the fullest.
I started singing. I don’t know what I said, probably some random words that rhymed.
It took all my will to hold my person, and go back inside. It took all my will to deny God, so that another person will not be lost. Is that what God wanted me to do… I think so.
If you have ever lived, you know exactly what I mean.
I was at home late, just my foreign ex-change student and I. My dad called to remind to me to refill our woodstove. When I went outside, to lazy to put on a jacket, just my sweatshirt, wind pants, and my crocs, it was dark. One of those moonless nights, but you can still see by the stars… and the house lights. There’s not much snow on the ground, and even less in the air, about as little as you can have, but still say it’s snowing. The wind was nipping, a hard, fierce wind. I looked up. I wanted to run, the power of God within me. I was nearly ready to set off running, for miles. To spend the night, in the open air, perhaps stop at a friend’s house, who doesn’t go to church, or experience life to the fullest.
I started singing. I don’t know what I said, probably some random words that rhymed.
It took all my will to hold my person, and go back inside. It took all my will to deny God, so that another person will not be lost. Is that what God wanted me to do… I think so.
Saturday, February 17
I don't beleave in Culture
Or rather, I don't beleave in the steryotype that the term "culture" puts on people. For instance, if you met someone from Germany, and learned the types of things that they do, you would probably put those traits with the term "German Culture". However, just like in the actual world, everybody is completly differant, so are the people in Germany. So, by applying the term "Culture" to what you have learned, you have only gained an inacurate interpitation of what most Germans are like.
now, did u follow that?
now, did u follow that?
Friday, February 16
JUMP
It’s one of those nights again. The kind when you know you’re not going to get an once of sleep, but you end up getting 6 hours anyways. When you can stare at your thumb and wonder what your skeleton will look like when you die.
If my life were to be philsophisized, I wouldn’t recognize it.
It’s one of those times when you talked to someone about whatever, and you know that it’s going to be unenviable that your going to talk to them tomorrow, and that they’re going to act totally different than you think, in a good way… but anyhow, you don’t ponder the situation. And so, you’re left to think about what you should be thinking about, and why you should be thinking about that. And then why shouldn’t you be thinking about something else, because you’ve already thought about that enough.
I’m not even trying to go to sleep.
It’s one of those times when you want to express yourself through your ideas by writing them down, but you don’t know what of yourself to express, or, how to do it.. and so you think, well, maybe playing some music will work just as well… but, oh wait, it’s after midnight, and sometimes people DO sleep. WHO WANTS TO GO CAMPING??
I’m ready for one of those times when you think you know what reality is, and what the generic person would do… but then you find out that know one is generic, and the reality is that there is no reality, and a lot of people know exactly what you mean, and even though you just met them it’s like BAM, connection.
That’s when you know that you’re going to see them again, even if it was a once in a lifetime event. And sure enough, at your next trip down to society, there they are, on they’re way back.
Yeah, I love those moments. It makes you realize that there are so many different people in the world, and then it makes you just WANT TO MEET THEM ALL.
You kinda wonder why it is only possible for you to know so few people.
GA!! Not again, random rambling. I don’t like it. It says to much about me. To much of it changes five seconds after I write it. It tells people lies. GET IT AWAY FROM ME!
All wrapped up in a bottle, ready to be shoved into the sea. Only to wait for someone to find it, read the message and forget about it.
There is so much wrong with the world, then again, it wouldn’t be the world without it. It makes life interesting.
What are you doing here, go get some people and jump!!
There are three types of people in the world. Those who don’t want to die. Those who want to die. And those who want to make life interesting.
~Someone I once new, feel like I do know, and will meet in my future.
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