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In search of a good read?

As per the recommendation of a professor of mine, I've taken to reading the work of acclaimed critical theorist Stanley Fish who is currently in the process of shaking it up on his New York Times blog, check it: http://fish.blogs.nytimes.com/ , he's great if I ever read great.

Other than that, I'm super busy working and loving it. It's making me realize how crucial loving your job is to future happiness: "Do something you love kids" - Dad


August 20, 2008 | 6:53 PM Comments  0 comments

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Reaching the top
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The moment I think I have it all figured out
Is when I've taken two steps forward
And one step back
I am on the plateau of the mountain
Sinking farther into the surface of knowing nothing

If I believed I knew everything
It would be a sad day
Because the learning would stop
There would be nothing to strive for
But mere mediocrity
And that's something I'm not
And noone ever was

Until someone told them they couldn't go a step further
And they believed it
That believing it part is the strong part and the wrong part
If they never believed that someone how much futher could they go
And how much sweeter would reaching the top be
When they see the shadow of that naive soul looming in the distance
The shadow of disbelief fading from the horizon

And no matter how much you know it will never be enough
Unless you say it is
How sweet it is to know you can never stop trying
And be OK with that
Because you are what you are;
A cliffhanger by choice

And no matter how far you've made it up the mountain
You can find solace in knowing there are people above and people below
You are surrounded by greatness
And fellow hikers who are willing to catch you when you fall
And to those that wouldn't
I say take your hiking boot
And push them off your mountain


August 7, 2008 | 5:01 PM Comments  0 comments

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Hmm.
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Why is it, if whales have such large and well-developed brains, they have not been able to avoid destruction at man’s hands? The answer seems obvious. The whale never dabbled in the arcane arts of technology and so had no defense against that most deadly plague. In time they might have evolved a defense, but we gave them no time. The answer raises a counter question: Why is it, if man has such a remarkable intelligence, he has been unable to avoid an almost continuous acceleration of the processes of self-destruction? Why, if he is the most advanced of beings, has he become a threat to the survival of all life on earth.
- Farley Mowat

July 17, 2008 | 8:55 PM Comments  0 comments

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Everything is for the look
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What impressions have I made
But jarring semblances of my own
Inconsistantsies immortalized
What changes have I caused
But slight cracks in the surface
Of my mind's trembling core;
Volcanic zone of purpose

Through my retina I envision
The one I write for and sing for
Try everything for
As they watch me play
I look out to witness
The reason for my dedication;
The purpose in my effort

As they stand there
In the corner of my vision
I grasp mutual adoration
It makes me move
It strikes me to the core
And I remember once again
Everything I do is for that look in their eye

July 5, 2008 | 8:18 AM Comments  0 comments

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Thanks!
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Over 15,000 ?!
Thanks for reading everyone :)

July 3, 2008 | 9:07 AM Comments  0 comments

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Fallen Sunset
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When will I ever know what you set out to accomplish
Motives rolled around in your tight cerebellum;
Not open to options outside the ordinary
Closed off to opportunity looming in the vast expanse of outside

What if you were meant to fly
Take on this world one step at a time,
Towards that dream,
Of a life and a love you never dreamed of

Relishing in the hallmark moments of speculation
When the chance to become that person surmounted
The plateaus of when you saw my futuristic vision
Enchanted by the fantasy you had in mind

It never came to pass
And shall never come to pass
Not here, nor in the unforeseeable future
This is the road of uncertainty

Do not plan for tomorrow
Its purple sunset skies may never fade
Lost in the vast expanse of your quintessential idea
The sunrise has fallen


Note: Don't take too serious, Change of pace prose there ;)

July 3, 2008 | 8:56 AM Comments  0 comments

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Voter's Choice
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Far from pages of history; kindness is a mystery
Where is the yellow brick road to serendipity
Barbie’s and Ken’s in a fantasy life;
The Jack’s and Jill’s are falling down
Like the stallion, meant to lead
But deceived by their homeland
They carry the baggage forward

Lights and motion, endless commotion
In a world where they believe they are right
Politicians make the decisions
And the assumptions we don’t have a cry
Far from the ocean and clear as the sea
They can explore the surface but never dive too deep

They’re not wrong to put up a fight

Stand solid and hold the trembling ground
The guns they’ll come running as the bullets fly around
Who is there to save us when our leaders let us down
Band together as one and we’ll make it safe and sound
Generation of ammunition towards a common fight
Vote for the one who’ll operate your gun
And aim it where it’s right



July 3, 2008 | 8:56 AM Comments  0 comments

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New Fave Quote
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'The best things in life are free.'

Been around forever, but I just love it.




June 25, 2008 | 8:40 PM Comments  1 comments

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I'm not sorry if you read this
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This happiness pains me when you can't feel it too. I'm stuck in a moment where all I want to do is make you feel what I feel. Today was amazing, one of those days when nothing particularly special happens yet you know that somehow it's going to. But wait, something special happened, at least in my eyes. I know you can't see through my eyes, but sometimes I wish you could. It started a few years back. In hindsight you see things in a different light; growing up makes you do that too I guess. I needed to tell them something. It was always in the back of my mind and I never let them know. I don't think I knew it was affecting me at some sub-conscious level, nothing I was willing to admit at least. Time changes everything though. I was stuck in my own point of view. I don't know if it ever would've changed if I didn't have the 'moment of bravery' that affected everything. I needed them in my life. They needed to know. The course of history altered when I came to that realization. So I wrote what I felt. I missed them and I know you are probably feeling the cheesiness, this-has-been-done-before-its-not-special line coming to mind but not really, it's not like that. Face value isn't everything. Normally my writing comes at a more philosophical level, but not tonight. Point blank, this is not about facades. I know my capabilities in some aspects, and am realizing them in others. That's what we all do, what are the 20-somethings for anyways? The cool thing is, I didn't do this on my own. I watched and observed someone else do the same for me. It was an eye opener. There is a core to all of us and unless we leave that open to others, particularly those who live by our side, it will never be realized. I always say I don't know why I write things, but I think I may have grasped that notion tonight. I generally write when emotions come into the picture or strong senses of self that I'm still discovering. I guess you could say it's to learn my own potential, but my reasoning is not important. I mostly write because somehow I hope that in sharing I might do the same as others continuously do for me. So you could call this a monologue. I'm trying not to think too much because that inevitably messes things up. Last night, when I did what I did, it didn't take much thought or effort. Just the opposite and too real to deny. Me going off on a little tangent begins here: I think life has too many parallels for my liking. Off- centered thought you say? I mean, thinking too much, thinking to little, it hurts you in the end: such are the extremes of anything. Taking things too far or not far enough, how will you ever know? Who defined the perfect balance anyways? Does it even exist? Caring too much, caring too little, I guess it's personal flavor coming through. End tangent. I have lots of amazing people in my life and I make room for more. I don't know how I got this lucky but I have a little suspicion. The minute the guard comes down and you let someone else score for a change, they'll be the one leading you to victory soon enough. What's winning in the end if all it does is make others a loser. How cliche baby, haha. Well it is winning and I love winning but I mean, taking all the glory's not fun all of the time. It's stigmatized and socialized to be that way. So while this seems very face value and straightforward, I sometimes like to speak in metaphor, this piece is not exempt. Hopefully you've discerned the good and will forget the iffy. I don't expect anyone to try to read my mind, especially as raw as it's coming tonight. So it's getting late, i have to work early and part of me is feeling as though I wasted a good 20 minutes, my better half feels otherwise. So ignore the mumble jumble, ignore my punctuation errors, even ignore my uncapitalized i's. In the grand scheme of things, it doesn't matter. Please don't ignore the words behind my words. Well, unless you can't relate and I've bored you to the tee. I would say I'm sorry, but I can't lie, I'm not sorry if you read this.