2012...
move mountains.
stop the rivers.
end existance...
i'm waiting.
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.
Monday, February 5
okay guys, get this
God is what you beleave God is.
If you don't beleave God will do something, God won't. However, if you DO beleave God will do somthing, God will.
What you beleave God is, God is.
and remeber God is "the great I AM!"
~ the bible.
alright, so you're all like, well yeah, duh. right? end of story...?
no.
it goes far beyond that. if God is what you beleave God is, doesn't that mean that a Catholic could have completely differant views about God then a, say United Methodist, yet, both are true enough. A Chrisitan and a Jew, Muslim and a Buddist (pardon my spelling), were all right...
IS THAT NOT EXCITING?!?!? no more religious wars!!
lets go out and serve each other now.... okay, who wants to go and bring a homeless person into their home, despite his/her religious differances? HECK YES!!
If you don't beleave God will do something, God won't. However, if you DO beleave God will do somthing, God will.
What you beleave God is, God is.
and remeber God is "the great I AM!"
~ the bible.
alright, so you're all like, well yeah, duh. right? end of story...?
no.
it goes far beyond that. if God is what you beleave God is, doesn't that mean that a Catholic could have completely differant views about God then a, say United Methodist, yet, both are true enough. A Chrisitan and a Jew, Muslim and a Buddist (pardon my spelling), were all right...
IS THAT NOT EXCITING?!?!? no more religious wars!!
lets go out and serve each other now.... okay, who wants to go and bring a homeless person into their home, despite his/her religious differances? HECK YES!!
Sunday, February 4
No.
Not again.
My life is repeating itself.
It’s happened before. Now, I’m more involved, it’s a greater contrast.
It’s the difference between what life can be and what it is.
People say, life is what you make it. You are who you wanna be. Heck, I say that.
Lies.
Life is what you make it.
It would seem as though the creative natured people would have a much more interesting life then those non-creative natured people. I suppose this is true. So, people say I am creative. Why then can I not make my life what I desire it to be? Because, life is what you make it, within the limitations of the society you are in. Which, in my case, seems to be fairly limiting. I finally get a good chance to experience a little bit of the type of society that my desirable life needs to thrive, and it’s over. It starts the beginning of the north woods black hole.
The north woods black hole.
The north woods black hole.
The north woods black hole
All time and existence enters stops. Everything is the same, there seems to be no meaning. Things happen, the effect… nothing. Every weekday, I wake up, the same thing happens, I go out and wait for the bus. One day, I miss the bus… I come back and wait. Then, I go to school. The same thing happens. Trimester’s over, and I get a new schedule. The same thing. I’ll go to different classes, experience new things, but not really. It’s really just the same. Then, there’s a spark. A spark of heat in the cold same thing of the north woods black hole. Perhaps a trip into society. Perhaps a visit from society. But soon, it’s gone, not enough to light the fire.
The same thing. I long for that spark, making the wait worse then before. But there’s nothing possible to be done. It’s all the same.
The north woods black hole.
The north woods black hole.
The north woods black hole.
The north woods black hole.
Eh.
Not again.
My life is repeating itself.
It’s happened before. Now, I’m more involved, it’s a greater contrast.
It’s the difference between what life can be and what it is.
People say, life is what you make it. You are who you wanna be. Heck, I say that.
Lies.
Life is what you make it.
It would seem as though the creative natured people would have a much more interesting life then those non-creative natured people. I suppose this is true. So, people say I am creative. Why then can I not make my life what I desire it to be? Because, life is what you make it, within the limitations of the society you are in. Which, in my case, seems to be fairly limiting. I finally get a good chance to experience a little bit of the type of society that my desirable life needs to thrive, and it’s over. It starts the beginning of the north woods black hole.
The north woods black hole.
The north woods black hole.
The north woods black hole
All time and existence enters stops. Everything is the same, there seems to be no meaning. Things happen, the effect… nothing. Every weekday, I wake up, the same thing happens, I go out and wait for the bus. One day, I miss the bus… I come back and wait. Then, I go to school. The same thing happens. Trimester’s over, and I get a new schedule. The same thing. I’ll go to different classes, experience new things, but not really. It’s really just the same. Then, there’s a spark. A spark of heat in the cold same thing of the north woods black hole. Perhaps a trip into society. Perhaps a visit from society. But soon, it’s gone, not enough to light the fire.
The same thing. I long for that spark, making the wait worse then before. But there’s nothing possible to be done. It’s all the same.
The north woods black hole.
The north woods black hole.
The north woods black hole.
The north woods black hole.
Eh.
Tuesday, January 30
Elarf.
Chapter One
Next to my house there is a great white pine tree. Now, there are only two negatives about this tree. One is that if the tree ever caught on fire, chances are, our entire house would burn down. The other thing is that on one of the dead branches, there is a V shape stick hanging upside down that always blows in the wind. For years I have been unseccesful in knocking it off. However, I am not quite sure why it is that I must knock of the twig, but it's one of those things that just must be done.
Now, I bet you're wondering why in the world I am talking about a tree, aside from the fact that tree's and the most awesome things on this planet for many reasons worth a 30 page paper to brush the surface of. Well, you see, one day I was admiring the cold on my balcony when I heard this faint sound of laughter above me. I looked up and saw nothing that had any chance of becoming something remotly close to making the sound of laughter. So, I figured it was just in my head. I stood there a little longer and heard nothing more. The next day, I realized that I had left our outdoor Christmas lights on. So, I went out to un-plug them. This time I was positive I heard talking above me. Just as I looked up, a slight breeze came, just enough to rattle the branches of the great white pine, which hangs over my balcony.
Now do you see the connection between this story and the tree?
Now, as I was looking up and the branches were rattleing, it appeard as something was falling from the sky while there was a faint, but growing, simotaneous screaming. 'What is that?' I asked myself. No sooner than I started to think of an answer then...
Next to my house there is a great white pine tree. Now, there are only two negatives about this tree. One is that if the tree ever caught on fire, chances are, our entire house would burn down. The other thing is that on one of the dead branches, there is a V shape stick hanging upside down that always blows in the wind. For years I have been unseccesful in knocking it off. However, I am not quite sure why it is that I must knock of the twig, but it's one of those things that just must be done.
Now, I bet you're wondering why in the world I am talking about a tree, aside from the fact that tree's and the most awesome things on this planet for many reasons worth a 30 page paper to brush the surface of. Well, you see, one day I was admiring the cold on my balcony when I heard this faint sound of laughter above me. I looked up and saw nothing that had any chance of becoming something remotly close to making the sound of laughter. So, I figured it was just in my head. I stood there a little longer and heard nothing more. The next day, I realized that I had left our outdoor Christmas lights on. So, I went out to un-plug them. This time I was positive I heard talking above me. Just as I looked up, a slight breeze came, just enough to rattle the branches of the great white pine, which hangs over my balcony.
Now do you see the connection between this story and the tree?
Now, as I was looking up and the branches were rattleing, it appeard as something was falling from the sky while there was a faint, but growing, simotaneous screaming. 'What is that?' I asked myself. No sooner than I started to think of an answer then...
Monday, January 22
Wednesday, January 3
The first Ski of the year
The wondrous feeling returned, and after a year of absence, it was about time. As the swinging metal frame knocked the back of my knees, I sat down, thanked the assistant, though I’m not sure why, I picked it up from my sister when I started, it seemed like most of them appreciate it, so it stuck. As I sat there, swinging thirty-some feet up in the air with nothing to stop me rom falling, aside from the seemingly dangerous, but oddly secure hanging, metal, three-person chair, though only two of us enjoyed the feeling of first-class treatment with the extra space, I couldn’t help but wonder what appealed to me so. For since I went down that first hill, there’s been an irresistible force bringing me to the top of many more, and of course, the only thing to do is fly down them on my wing like skis..
As my skis touch the icy-white snow, I stand up, push off with my poles and gently glide down the small, man made hill, taking me out of harms way of the swinging chair. I glide over to the top of a few runs, take my pick, the only black diamond, and give myself a push. Soon, I put myself into auto-piolet and enjoy the ride. Slowly gaining speed, I set into my first turn. Executed nearly perfectly. Now the second, third, forth. Passing a slower skier, looks to be a young fellow, like myself, only not as experienced with the way the skis pull his body down, and around on the curves, well at same time, giving him the slight fleeing of his body being left behind, while his feet fly down to the bottom. Sixth turn now, a little shaky, due to the powder left by other carving skiers. Nearing the bottom, I tuck my poles tight into my armpits and let gravity do the rest. Now for the finish, I pull out and carve abruptly to the left, spraying snow at least six feet behind me, after turning 180°, I ease up and slide a good four or five feet backwards, right into my place at the chair-lift line, ready to do it all over again.
As my skis touch the icy-white snow, I stand up, push off with my poles and gently glide down the small, man made hill, taking me out of harms way of the swinging chair. I glide over to the top of a few runs, take my pick, the only black diamond, and give myself a push. Soon, I put myself into auto-piolet and enjoy the ride. Slowly gaining speed, I set into my first turn. Executed nearly perfectly. Now the second, third, forth. Passing a slower skier, looks to be a young fellow, like myself, only not as experienced with the way the skis pull his body down, and around on the curves, well at same time, giving him the slight fleeing of his body being left behind, while his feet fly down to the bottom. Sixth turn now, a little shaky, due to the powder left by other carving skiers. Nearing the bottom, I tuck my poles tight into my armpits and let gravity do the rest. Now for the finish, I pull out and carve abruptly to the left, spraying snow at least six feet behind me, after turning 180°, I ease up and slide a good four or five feet backwards, right into my place at the chair-lift line, ready to do it all over again.
limits
LIMITATIONS!!!
UGH!
Life is so Limiting!!!
There is so much failure to reconize differant personalities indiviually and take action to expand horizons!!
This always happens to me every time I go somewhere other then here, in the middle of deprivization USA.
It's not just that I feel limited in school because we practically don't do anything worth spending 7 hours of your day doing, mostly becuase half of my classes are filled with my fellow freshmen that never learned how to learn from a teacher, so we pretty much never get anything worth doing done. Also, in english, we've written ONE essay, a five paragraph essay that takes like 10 minutes to write, and that's about all we've done, aside from read a few random short stories and one novel (which were taking over a month to read, and it's something like 170 pages, pretty easy read). Now, I realize that alot of kids in my class need to go that slow, but I mean hey, come on people, don't make them drag everyone down with them.
Now, I don't know what it is about me, I'm not saying I'm super smart or anything, becuase believe me, I'm not. I think it's just that I (along with a few fellow peers, mostly the ones who transfered in from differant schools, like myself) can actually take information we've been taught and put it to use a year later when writting a paper or something. I totally messed that up, because that's not really what I was trying to say, but I don't know how else to say it, so just look at the big picture with that one, the VERY big picture.
It's kinda wierd to, cause alot of times, if people don't know what grade I'm in, they'll guess like a junior or something, just on how I present myself. I am SOOOO ready to get out of highschool, but sadly I'm only a freshmen, I still got 3 more long, boring pointless years left.
Another thing that I've noticed about myself is that, as I said a while back, it's not just school that I feel limited in, it's pretty much life in general up here. I mean, okay, last year around middle Jan. through, oh, lets see, June, life was really depressing and bland up here, everything was the same. It's as though the person narrarating my life was speaking in a mono-tone... with elevator music in the backround... in a broken elevator with the only hope of getting out being to sit and wait, and talk in mono-tone. But then ocasionally, when we go down to the cities and stuff, it's like the person narrarating my life (likes call him Charles) just finished the first couple ski runs of the day, ready and expecting many more, only to be put back in a broken elevator. And, to make it worse, the longer I stay here, the more this place feels like home, so I only have a limited (another limitation, I'm begining to discover that limitations is what life's about) amount of time before I become permanently limited to nothing. AGHH!!!!!
Well, now that you all know my situation, any suggestions?
UGH!
Life is so Limiting!!!
There is so much failure to reconize differant personalities indiviually and take action to expand horizons!!
This always happens to me every time I go somewhere other then here, in the middle of deprivization USA.
It's not just that I feel limited in school because we practically don't do anything worth spending 7 hours of your day doing, mostly becuase half of my classes are filled with my fellow freshmen that never learned how to learn from a teacher, so we pretty much never get anything worth doing done. Also, in english, we've written ONE essay, a five paragraph essay that takes like 10 minutes to write, and that's about all we've done, aside from read a few random short stories and one novel (which were taking over a month to read, and it's something like 170 pages, pretty easy read). Now, I realize that alot of kids in my class need to go that slow, but I mean hey, come on people, don't make them drag everyone down with them.
Now, I don't know what it is about me, I'm not saying I'm super smart or anything, becuase believe me, I'm not. I think it's just that I (along with a few fellow peers, mostly the ones who transfered in from differant schools, like myself) can actually take information we've been taught and put it to use a year later when writting a paper or something. I totally messed that up, because that's not really what I was trying to say, but I don't know how else to say it, so just look at the big picture with that one, the VERY big picture.
It's kinda wierd to, cause alot of times, if people don't know what grade I'm in, they'll guess like a junior or something, just on how I present myself. I am SOOOO ready to get out of highschool, but sadly I'm only a freshmen, I still got 3 more long, boring pointless years left.
Another thing that I've noticed about myself is that, as I said a while back, it's not just school that I feel limited in, it's pretty much life in general up here. I mean, okay, last year around middle Jan. through, oh, lets see, June, life was really depressing and bland up here, everything was the same. It's as though the person narrarating my life was speaking in a mono-tone... with elevator music in the backround... in a broken elevator with the only hope of getting out being to sit and wait, and talk in mono-tone. But then ocasionally, when we go down to the cities and stuff, it's like the person narrarating my life (likes call him Charles) just finished the first couple ski runs of the day, ready and expecting many more, only to be put back in a broken elevator. And, to make it worse, the longer I stay here, the more this place feels like home, so I only have a limited (another limitation, I'm begining to discover that limitations is what life's about) amount of time before I become permanently limited to nothing. AGHH!!!!!
Well, now that you all know my situation, any suggestions?
Tuesday, January 2
what is?
It’s about 1:50 a.m. Jan. 2nd, my mind is whirring. In the past hour, I’ve finished reading a book for school. Thee best school oriented book that I have read. The ending is the best combination of an open end and secure closer possible, the perfect amount for you to be disappointed and surprised that the story has ended well at the same time be happy for all the characters, and for you to be left wondering why. Why some many things are the way they are, for this book indulges you into most of the “don’t talk abouts” such as abortion and specific areas of religion. Previous to that, I read another chapter in “Sophie’s World” you know, the one I talked about earlier, although I had no clue what I was talking about, the one about the history of Philosophy.
Now, ask yourself what in the world I am going to do, lying in bed, with sleep obviously a few thought processes ahead besides work my way through those multiple thought processes. Exactly. Nothing, well aside from this, which is just away of putting those thoughts into an organized manor hopefully understandable by fellow human beings.
Now, a few minutes ago, I found myself asking my other self, What is life? What is the existence of mankind? What is?... any answers anyone?
Now, I was going to say something here about well, I’ve clean forgotten what it was. You see, I started typing it, right after my question What is being?, but then I realized that it really made no sense at all, and so I erased it and was going to start a new paragraph with it, but in figuring out how to end the before paragraph, I forgot why I was starting a new one. And now, I’ve just taken more of your precious time and thrown it clear out the window, so if you’re planning on doing something important, go do it.
Ah, I now remember what I was going to say in the last paragraph before I forgot it. It was something about how normally things that bring out a certain emotion in you, or a certain feeling usually appear simultaneously in your life. Example, my sister suggested I start reading “Sophie’s World”, about the history of philosophy, while at the same time, in school, we are reading the book “Staying fat for Sarah Byrnes”, which, in my mind, has a fairly philosophical ending, if interpreted in the right way. Now, I probably wouldn’t have interpreted it in the way that I did if I hadn’t also been reading “Sophie’s World” while also attempting to keep tabs with my blog here. Thus with at least these three things that have something to do with philosophy, or at least all involve myself trying to figure out why there is.
Well, I’ve done it again, been unable to sleep, decided to right something down for my blog, then tried to figure out what, and miraculously, have about five or six different thoughts as to what I should say, all in some way linking with each other. So, then as the cycle usually goes, I start writing, attempting to be writing about something that has something to do with at least one of the many things I was before planning to write about, and then as I finish, skim through it and realize that 90% of my material is something like the worst way I could of said it while still getting the point through, although the point has been dulled considerably, but then decide that it is still okay material because even though now that I’m done with it, I can’t figure out how I came up with it, I still know that although it seems like I was half out of my mind when I wrote it, I am now back, fully in my mind because of it, and if I were to write it again, it would probably end up being the same. Normally about this time, I realize I actually am quite tired and go to bed, however, this time it’s not working, so I may either end up writing another page, or I may just read another book, which seems more interesting right now, so I’m out.
Now, ask yourself what in the world I am going to do, lying in bed, with sleep obviously a few thought processes ahead besides work my way through those multiple thought processes. Exactly. Nothing, well aside from this, which is just away of putting those thoughts into an organized manor hopefully understandable by fellow human beings.
Now, a few minutes ago, I found myself asking my other self, What is life? What is the existence of mankind? What is?... any answers anyone?
Now, I was going to say something here about well, I’ve clean forgotten what it was. You see, I started typing it, right after my question What is being?, but then I realized that it really made no sense at all, and so I erased it and was going to start a new paragraph with it, but in figuring out how to end the before paragraph, I forgot why I was starting a new one. And now, I’ve just taken more of your precious time and thrown it clear out the window, so if you’re planning on doing something important, go do it.
Ah, I now remember what I was going to say in the last paragraph before I forgot it. It was something about how normally things that bring out a certain emotion in you, or a certain feeling usually appear simultaneously in your life. Example, my sister suggested I start reading “Sophie’s World”, about the history of philosophy, while at the same time, in school, we are reading the book “Staying fat for Sarah Byrnes”, which, in my mind, has a fairly philosophical ending, if interpreted in the right way. Now, I probably wouldn’t have interpreted it in the way that I did if I hadn’t also been reading “Sophie’s World” while also attempting to keep tabs with my blog here. Thus with at least these three things that have something to do with philosophy, or at least all involve myself trying to figure out why there is.
Well, I’ve done it again, been unable to sleep, decided to right something down for my blog, then tried to figure out what, and miraculously, have about five or six different thoughts as to what I should say, all in some way linking with each other. So, then as the cycle usually goes, I start writing, attempting to be writing about something that has something to do with at least one of the many things I was before planning to write about, and then as I finish, skim through it and realize that 90% of my material is something like the worst way I could of said it while still getting the point through, although the point has been dulled considerably, but then decide that it is still okay material because even though now that I’m done with it, I can’t figure out how I came up with it, I still know that although it seems like I was half out of my mind when I wrote it, I am now back, fully in my mind because of it, and if I were to write it again, it would probably end up being the same. Normally about this time, I realize I actually am quite tired and go to bed, however, this time it’s not working, so I may either end up writing another page, or I may just read another book, which seems more interesting right now, so I’m out.
News of the Year
Alright guys, although the if you’re reading this, you’re probably stranded somewhere with a Christmas tree that refuses to talk to you, listening to the same CD for the twelfth time in eight hours, despite your secret undying hatred for seemingly innocent, though really mind controlling Christmas songs, in the northern half of some state (or quite possibly providence) that’s in the northern half of which ever country the plane you thought was flying to Springfield, where your family is waiting, landed, and so actually, when I say alright guys, I really mean, wow, your pathetic as I am.
So, it’s New Years, about 1:45 a.m. and apparently my parents stop believing in the magical New Year guy in a shinning tux with sunglasses shaped like which ever year the new year is, wearing a silver, glistening top-hat who comes to wish you a “Happy New Year” as though the old year was so utterly terrible that the only way to forget about it is to think about it so hard that you’ve forgotten what you’re thinking about. Oh, wait, I just got a note from the news room, lets see, hmm… oh, oh dear, it seems I am mistaken, my life has been a lie, for there is no “Magical New Year Guy”. What has the world come to? So, as I was saying, I’m sitting here in my room, because my parents decided, that despite the occasion, I should not be allowed to rome around the house. And, seeing as my bed dislikes me, and wont let me sleep, I thought I’d think up some New Year’s resolutions. So, here goes, however, I must warn you, as embarrassing as it seems, in all of my years of gaining life saving information, I have yet to think up some New Year resolutions and actually intend to think about them an hour after I thought them up.
In the 2007th year since the beginning of the counting of years (was it at Jesus’ birth or crussifiction that they started counting, or was it some twenty odd years after he was crucified when they decided he might have been of some importance to the world that they started keeping track, you never know, you know.) I am going to do the following…
1. Learn to express myself in better ways then speech more effectively.
2. Become less selfish and more... otherish.
3. Discover who and what I am.
4. Find more problems with my personality and fix them.
5. Live a life worthy of being lived by someone who isn’t me in hopes of becoming someone worthy of living my life.
6. Come up with better New Year’s Resolutions next year.
(or so I think)
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!
So, it’s New Years, about 1:45 a.m. and apparently my parents stop believing in the magical New Year guy in a shinning tux with sunglasses shaped like which ever year the new year is, wearing a silver, glistening top-hat who comes to wish you a “Happy New Year” as though the old year was so utterly terrible that the only way to forget about it is to think about it so hard that you’ve forgotten what you’re thinking about. Oh, wait, I just got a note from the news room, lets see, hmm… oh, oh dear, it seems I am mistaken, my life has been a lie, for there is no “Magical New Year Guy”. What has the world come to? So, as I was saying, I’m sitting here in my room, because my parents decided, that despite the occasion, I should not be allowed to rome around the house. And, seeing as my bed dislikes me, and wont let me sleep, I thought I’d think up some New Year’s resolutions. So, here goes, however, I must warn you, as embarrassing as it seems, in all of my years of gaining life saving information, I have yet to think up some New Year resolutions and actually intend to think about them an hour after I thought them up.
In the 2007th year since the beginning of the counting of years (was it at Jesus’ birth or crussifiction that they started counting, or was it some twenty odd years after he was crucified when they decided he might have been of some importance to the world that they started keeping track, you never know, you know.) I am going to do the following…
1. Learn to express myself in better ways then speech more effectively.
2. Become less selfish and more... otherish.
3. Discover who and what I am.
4. Find more problems with my personality and fix them.
5. Live a life worthy of being lived by someone who isn’t me in hopes of becoming someone worthy of living my life.
6. Come up with better New Year’s Resolutions next year.
(or so I think)
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!
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