Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Goodbye!

I HAVE MOVED MY BLOG... HERE

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Crack, swish

Coming up on the driveway you swing your legs over the back of your bike to walk up, only to almost fall over because you legs are slightly numb from riding so long. As you make this drunken sort of stumble you see your reflection in this old rusty cars window. You then stop and think about the car. The memories of that car. Its a nice little car; tires completely flat, the inside filled with amateur radio gear and such. You focus back on your refection again. Your hairs is doing some weird thing where its slightly greasy and stringy from being blown in the wind. You kinda dig how it looks. You look at your hands, purple and roughly bruised from slamming your palm against glass bottles to watch the air pressure make them explode. They have this weird shadow to them; your hands, they are littered with dirt off the handlebars. Its a crappy bike it really is. But crappy old things have a sense of indierockness, and you enjoy that. Its frustrating trying to put the bike back in the over crowded junk-filled garage, so you just throw it in, quickly shut the door, and listen to the sounds that are being made by the bike now falling over onto other items. You lean on the shitty old car and just think. Is it really doing anything? Are you really distracting yourself? Does the physical strain really stray your mind other thoughts? What exactly are you trying not to think about? 

You enjoy aesthetics, and there is something very very aesthetically pleasing about imploding bottles. The glass brakes, a crack quickly climbs up the bottle until it connects with itself, then the broken part falls, faster then the liquid inside. It hits the ground, shatters more, and then the liquid falls onto it and makes this sort of waterfall sound. It all happens because of scientific reason, and it all happens in seconds. 

Crack, swish. 

Back to the real world, a small child is walking toward you. He is in third grade. He moved into the house next to yours a few years back. He comes over to you and says "hi." You say "hi" back, then sit on the rocky slop that separates your two houses and you try to hold the kids attention, talking about school and his shoes. He asks you lots of question, as expected from a third grader. "Why are you outside?" "Why did you ride that bike?" "Do you have an ipod?" he wants an ipod, a shuffle to be exact. He knows this one girl who is selling one, its purple. He doesn't care though, He just wants to put Lil' Wayne on it. He goes inside, you are still sitting on the slop. A single ear bud is in you right ear and barley ringing louder then you surroundings you can hear Bishop Allen, the song The News From Your Bed. You're tired, take a deep breath stretch out a bit, then start thinking more. This little boy just changed you're entire thought proses, he was very focused on the now. Why do we think so much? Its dumb. That whole mentality of just living life, taking things as they come. That's a load of shit. Who is solely focused on the present and never wanders back to the past, pulls up old emotion, old memories? Maybe there is someone. Wherever that person or people are, they are lucky. 

You think about sitting on the porch for a while and just playing Hey Jude over and over again on your harmonic. Drops of water start hitting your nose and tickle it as they then hope off again. Its wet, no harmonica. In the front door you see the flight of stairs you have to walk to get to your room. You make it, and plop down on the bed. Maybe that whole at never looking back, taking life as it comes way of thinking is something you should try and accomplish. You are only half on the bed, but you don't want to move. Your eyes start to wonder around the room, you see lots of random items that have accumulated on your shelf over time. They each have a memory to go with. Your eyes hit this box. A box neatly tucked on a shelf next to a pair of shoes, bible, and DVD. When you see it something hits you, like if you got punched in the chest while exhaling. There must be a spot in the middle, between wishing for the past, and only living in the present. A spot where when you think of happy memories you don't become sad because they are no more. That's how things were, you cant get them back, so why focus on how much it sucks that they are gone. But don't stop remembering them, don't eliminate the memories. 

That's what you need to strive for, this place where you think of good memories, but don't live in them. Live in the now, focus on what matters now. But do not forget, never forget. May you cherish and learn from the past, and may you make the most of the present.

You sit up now. You feel content. You look at you're palms, time to go find a bottle.

Friday, January 16, 2009

Alright, alright, alright!

I had mixed feeling at first. Could this go well? All that I thought was good has changed. Its just not the same. Can we make this work? I'm willing to try if you are. I hope I don't have false hope. I LOVE YOU!

That was my in-head conversation with myself today. It had to do with relationship I am in. The relationship is great. But today, something changed. I was scared. I'm sure you know who I am talking about... The Decemberists! Their new song came out today, its free. I downloaded it withing seconds of the post (which means as soon as I got to my computer, 3 hours later). Its called The Rake's Song. Its part of the new album The Hazards of Love (out on 3.24.09). As I stated, I had mixed feeling, but I love it and I'm excited for whats to come.

So not much new is going on in my life. Everything still is going well. I'm not sure how much I have to say, this post is relatively short because things are going good, things with god are going good.

Life. Is. Good... Ill complain in another post.

Saturday, December 20, 2008

Perfekt

I haven't blogger in a while, Tasha got on my case about. Ive once again been neglecting my Internet responsibilities. So I turned 17. Crazy. No, it was fun. I got to go out to dinner twice, I got the best present ever, and it was snowy! That made things so much better, right? Definitely not, I have developed a great disliking for snow this winter. I usually like snow, all the fun: the sledding, the snow ball fights, the walks, and the fires. But not anymore, now it just complicates every one's lives. 

Things in my life have been so awesome lately. Perfekt, if you will. Its weird to feel so right with all the things going on in my life. Something else; I feel good with god in my current state of being, which makes me even more happy. The only downside of all this happiness is realizing how bad things must of been prior, and how I didn't much recognize it. But that's ok. Ive learned what was bad, and even though I didn't pick up on it then, now I have the knowledge to know if it ever gets to that point again or even stop it from ever getting to that point again.

But somehow I don't feel like this is going there.

Saturday, November 29, 2008

Eureka!

So I had this epiphany while I was on the phone the other night, about country and rap music. They are so similar, kinda. Ok, hear me out. We have alot of rappers some who are telling the truth about where they grew up and their life; however, most probably not. Than I was thinking about country and I'm pretty sure there is no way they all grew up poor on a farm have alcoholism and lost their dog... well maybe. Its kind of ridiculous how to sing a certain genre, you have to fit the stereotype.

It makes sense to listen to music that applies to your life. But does that mean I have to be just like the artist who sings it? I like Sufjan Stevens, should I be wearing plastic wings?

But at the same time certain music does have its own culture. Like punk. Maybe its not about being like the artist, Maybe its about being fake. Music is an expression. How do you express something you have never experienced?

There was a walk threw my thought process.

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Do geese see God?

So I have this big paper due in my English class, actually its due on my birthday. Anyway, I think it is the most difficult assignment I have ever had to complete. For the sole reason that my teacher is useless. But what do you expect from a crazy Marxist? Anyway, Ive decided to have my paper argue the importance of Net Neutrality. But then I ran across this issue, in the paper we have to include some aspect of the book To Kill A Mocking Bird, you see the problem is they didn't have the Internet to try and remain neutral. So I guess I'm gonna have to link the power of Net Neutrality to the power of a minority.

In a nutshell, Network Neutrality is the issue of not letting companies filter and/or charge you for the websites you can access.

So every once in a while, when I'm doing my homework, I listen to the TWiT podcast. This week I was expecting some good news stories, but instead I got a comedy show. I felt like they were all drunk. They discussed toilets that wash you butt, and how to tick off jack ass Internet folk. So every time they talked about a rude person they played a donkey sound. Then they felt bad for playing it to a story about one guy, so they played the donkey sound backwards, as if to take back the name calling. The problem they found is a donkey noise backward, sounds just like a donkey noise forwards. So they called it a palindrome.

I didn't know palindromes could be sounds.

Thursday, November 6, 2008

Who died for my sins?

Oh yeah, Jesus.

Ive never really talked about God in this blog. Its always been more about whats happening in my life. But isn't God happening in my life? Ive noticed for a while now how unopen Christians actually are about their faith. We're totally cool discussing who needs praying for and why, but we hardly ever talk about our relationships with God. I find it strange that a community of Christians has so much less God in it than you would think. I'm not sure what we're all afraid of. Do we not want people to know how distant we feel, how everything is not perfect, how you feel like you can just never reach him.

The truth is aren't most of us there? Shouldn't we be talking about it? Shouldn't we seek comfort in our community?