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Part 2 of 2 (see 'Righteous Indignation Disorder' for pt.1) I am as guilty as the next person of this thinking error called righteous indignation. In all fairness, it is probably as absurd for me to claim that the thinking error may be attributed to religion, as it is preposterous for religion to lay claim to the concept of morality. But I can only speak from my own experience, and I do feel that

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Part 1 of 2 I grew up with an anecdotal story about a sinless man, who acted out in physical aggression toward some group of individuals who had incited his wrath by offending God. As the story goes, these men were violating the sanctity of a holy place by peddling on the steps thereof. And, as the story goes, they were assaulted for this offense— their tables and wares upturned and hewn out

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I have been meditating a lot in the past couple of weeks, seeking to find what makes me tick, what infinitely inspires me, so that I can focus on it, and let the rest go. What have been unable to do is reconcile my idealism with reality. I don't think this makes me special, but perhaps my obsession with it does. My indefatigable quest for personal peace is thwarted by my own pervasive

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Think of Irrational Love as the antithesis of an Irrational Fear. Some might say that the true antithesis of irrational fear would be rational love. But I am not convinced of that. I think, perhaps a better way of defining irrational love would be to identify what sets irrational love apart from concepts like rational fear, irrational fear and rational love. I think I'll start with rational love.

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Another day, Another log on the proverbial fire. Or, to be literal (which I feel compelled to be, as of this writing), another log on my blog. Welcome, I hope you find my camp agreeable. I want to explore about an epiphany I had while trudging through the snow on the way home from school. I have recently become fixed on setting the record straight. We all encounter this, I think, on occasion;

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cease your cries dry your eyes rise sow your dreams rip life's seams gleam make a choice raise your voice rejoice take no abuse make no excuse play fast and loose do no one harm love to disarm charm take time to listen just listen listen seek to serve have nerve observe seek to understand observe firsthand another land never cease  to make peace catch

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I'm sure, if you've talked to me philosophically in the past two or three years, you've heard one of my rants. A popular one to blog about is how the human experience boils down to a dilemma between self-interest, and social obligation. Chances are, you've heard me talk about semiotics, and the subjectivity of sign systems. How we are unable to communicate absolutes.  If you've talked to me in

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rough cut demo reel.

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I had an assignment to listen to a performance by an orchestra of Ravel's Bolero. since I don't really have an ear for critical, or analytical listening, I decided to approach it as an English assignment; Enjoy. I should probably mention that I am partially deaf in my right ear. And, as it happens, I am just getting over an ear infection in my left ear. So, to be honest, I listened to this 3

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A man in Arabia died, leaving his estate—consisting of 17 camels— to his three sons. Before passing, he told them that it was his will that the eldest receive 1/2 of the camels, the second eldest to receive 1/3rd of the camels, and the youngest to receive 1/9th of the camels. Upon convening to divide their inheritance between them, the three sons were perplexed with the dying words of their

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This posting is going to be different. I'm going to be different. I realized recently that I am very discontented with who I am; I am not aligned with my own values. Sure, sure, you've heard me rant about it before on here, how I am continuously trying to weed out the things about myself that I don't like. Overcoming selfishness has been a big theme in my life for the past few years. I have this

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It's that time again. I am ready to spin the globe. It's a rule: You must cover your eyes when you spin the globe. I want to cover my eyes, plug my nose, clench my jaw til my ears ring, clench my fists til my fingers numb, hold my breath til I'm bursting... and spin that globe. Sound overly-dramatic? I do catch myself doing all of the above, though perhaps not all at the same time. I am so

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I have an idea for the most beautifully awesome installment art. But I would need a place to put it, most preferably indoors. It would potentially be 3-4 stories tall, and I can't even begin to estimate cost. But man, I would love to make it a reality. Obviously, as an artist, I am too paranoid to actually let my concept out into the unknown universe. but I think this particular piece of art

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You know that sensation when you try and reach a high shelf? rarely used muscles are stretched, and you become aware that you've pretty much been living at eye-level for the past who-knows-how-long. I haven't had that sensation in a long time. When you think about it, the world turns indifferently of whether or not you think about it. I can't think of anything to write, but I feel like

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If you are not reading and preparing daily from the pages of the book of mormon, you are not prepared to resist the adversary. period. There are no qualifyers.

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05/21/97 Moved into new address. So far, so good. Unpacking is slow-going; I can't be too loud, the downstairs neighbors are very suspicious of me, and I don't care to get off to a bad start. They are possibly Jewish—I cannot say for certain. They only poked their noses out when I began bringing in boxes. All in all, I think this place will be good for me. It's a quiet neighborhood. 05/22/97 Day

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Greetings generous donors, On behalf of the Healing Hands for Haiti International Foundation, I would personally like to thank you for your generosity at this critical time. You are wonderful examples of the human spirit. I would really love to send each of you a personal thank you letter, but logistically this would be impossible given the number of you wonderful donors. Therefore, may this

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737 Jet Chartered For Haiti | Utah News, KUTV, 2News, Utah Community

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, we look to Christ to help us become greater than we can on our own. Then Christ can, and will, make up the (infinite) difference.

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h that Christ can and will intercede, Hope for ourselves, for what we may become through His atonement. When we have learned to master ourselves over sin

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Becoming perfect in Christ requires not that we do all righteousness, but that we resolve to cease UNrighteousness (forsake our sins). We must have fait

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Some birds like Shiny things.I'm babysitting a Parakeet for the next 3 days. His Name is Zeus, and he is a pretty nice guy. He has a little toy (among others) that hangs in his cage with a little spin-y mirror. I can't tell if he pecks it because it has his reflection in it, and he hasn't got a friend in the world, or if he just likes the fact that it spins. But it just occurred to me that he may

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You wear me out when you're feeling coldYou're so fashionableRemember when we used to do everything together?Seasons change--you leave me in the dark.I didn't see you all summer, did you think of me?Your scent still lingers... Have you changed perfumes since last year?What if you've outgrown me?We used to be so comfortable--cozy. You; in my arms.Remember when we met?You weren't sure about me at

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I've just realized that, even though all my life I've dreamed of owning a mansion someday, I actually don't want a big house.It occurred to me when I was thinking of having family dinner. Just regular family dinner. In a huge house it would be unlikely that it would happen on any sort of regular basis, which is what I want. Just considering the spread-outness of living in a huge house, it would

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Zion National Park, Here I come!It's fall break, an I wanna go camping before it gets too winterly. I had given up on the idea of doing it during break because I happen to be pretty broke right now, and I didn't want to worry with logistics. Then my Buddy Robbie pitched the perfect solution--hitchhike! In the past I have had pretty great success with hitchhiking, I think it's great. I wouldn't be

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I'm in school again.I'm worried because my excitement at returning to school is already wearing off... less than 3 weeks into the semester! I think it's because I'm finally getting homework. Which means I need to keep track of assignments now. I have a presentation to do on Friday (I hate public speaking), I have 12 days to memorize 3 pages of dialogue (and a performance of the scene in class...

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So... in one of my classes, we were challenged to come up with a story, then we were told to write a sort of monologue for the main character. then we were told to justify the Antagonist's views. I didn't have a story in mind(the one I had come up with didn't really work for the last exercise), so I started coming up with general motivations for someone to do what they do.-The end result is all

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Hey Reader...Why do you keep coming back? isn't this blog a little repetitive? Do I not have 3 or 4 topics that I rotate through with the occasional exception? Surely the intrigue now is when I'll finally "get it"... well this post is certainly not that one.This post is yet ANOTHER lament on my life; Feeling trapped, tied down, burdened, scarred, scared, skeptical...I'm here in Utah, with no real

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I've been sleeping in a mortuary for the past few nights. Long story that involves a bet I lost, and housing-limbo.. Just kidding.My best friend has this sweet set up where he answers the phones after business hours/on weekends. And in turn, he and his wife and their lilbabykid get to live rent free in a decent-sized apartment. Pretty sweet. except they are homebodies.Anyway, a marriage came to

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Finished Zen and t.a.o. Motorcycle Maintenance, finally. Something to be said for unemployment, when you can really immerse yourself in a good book (and only have to wonder where your next meal will come from).I forgot about a paragraph about 3 chapters from the end, in which the reader is blindsided by a *our-letter word. A big one. THE big one. and in that same paragraph, the long B word...

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As I left my brother's house, around 1AM, I stood in the driveway and gazed skyward-- Maybe a dozen stars and a perfect half-moon. The sky looked like an inkwell with a drop of Elmer's School Glue, or a drain pan full of oil with a glass of milk stirred in... too light to be black, bu no other color.I drove down the backroad and turned onto the main one, Headed for the stoplight, but decided to

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I have 8 books on my end table and I'm reading all of them. I just did the math in my head, and it looks like I've read 901 pages, and have about 2116 left. Wow

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I've been investigating something about myself. Not sure if when I've explored it that I will actually share it with you, Dear Reader... --What am I talking about? you're reading it now!While "Heartache" isn't a word I like to throw around, it's also not the end of the world. I guess I should find a word that isn't so widely abused by pop musicians and high school poets, but I'd rather just give

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it goes like thisa child is passing under where his father is building a beautiful house out of bricksyou see... the child has just brought his father a nice glass of cold lemonadeThe father is now hoisting up a barrel of bricks when suddenly the lemonade spills over the edge of the buildingTime slows down as the father looks over the edge, only to see that the child is playing on the sidewalk

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This Idea isn't mine. The following is taken from one of my all-time favorite books"The truths... were lateral truths; no longer the frontal truths of science, those toward which the discipline pointed, but the kind of truth you see laterally, out of the corner of your eye. In a laboratory situation, when your whole procedure goes haywire, when everything goes wrong or is indeterminate or is so

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wouldn't it be great to lie in your deathbed and be 100 percent content with the way your life was spent? no regrets. Everything you dreamed of doing, done. Even a failure wouldn't be a bad thing, as long as you put in your best effort.Yet, here I am. my bedroom floor is covered in junk and dirty clothes. I am unemployed, and scattered on my desk are at least a dozen short-term goals that I feel

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Oky, so I know the past couple of posts have been downers... I'm not really sad. I guess I'm just anxious, for several reasons. At any rate, I think I'm going to sensor myself less, thereby having more to say about my day-to-day.Supposed to go boating today. But I wonder if I should. My back is out of whack. I was playing on a trampoline about two weeks ago, and I managed to fold myself in half

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I've always been stubborn.When I was younger, being home-schooled, my dad tried to drive home the importance of an education. I think he went about it in all the wrong ways, humiliation was his tactic. He would ask me multiplication tables in public. or ask me the same one over and over again until it became a joke-- but one that conveyed that he had zero confidence in my abilities. I think he

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I really want to write something tonight, but nothing is really coming to me. Nothing noteworthy or remarkable. I'm sure I could write a self-deprecating poem, a lament on the past.That's really all that's on my mind lately, Perspectives. How true it is that hindsight is 20/20.Sometimes, when I'm people-watching (something I tend to do quite a bit), I try to imagine what the world looks like

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Something that has been on my mind a lot lately... "know thyself".Someone the other day said "you know when you were a kid, and it felt like everyone was constantly watching you?..." But the funny thing is, I experience this sensation constantly. Especially when I'm working, and I notice someone is watching me... I go back to my work, and try to ignore them, but I have this sense that there's

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I'm not trying to be mushy or sentimental here. just read this..."I love you." It's a complete sentence. It's a statement.I'm not a pro with linguistics. I can't really label words or dissect a sentence. but I do know this. Love is a verb (as I typed that, it called to mind a song that says exactly that... maybe this post wont be very original at all).Think about it. Hopefully, we say those words

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I seem to be writing quite a lot these days, but nothing I'm comfortable posting here. Here's a little update, something that really made my day last week.My job entails picking up garbage along the exits on the interstate. I found a phone, which is a surprisingly frequent occurrence, but this one worked. I found the back of it first, and then the main piece, and then the battery. It was about a

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I awoke from a nightmare to learn it's all truethings I have done that I cannot undothings I have said that I cannot take backpaths I have taken that I cannot re-trackBut there someone who can take it awayand settle a debt I could never repay

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Hi,Thanks for stopping by. I haven't posted in a while, but I am feeling really, REALLY content right now, and I want to capture the moment. I pulled weeds at work for about 8 hours today. It really takes a toll on one's joints. The bed we were weeding is on about a 40° slope, so my ankles were constantly being strained in one direction or another. For footing, I had my choice of either loose

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I got a job with the city. The Parks and Rec Dept. My first day was, coincidentally, the first day the sun came out in full effect this year. I was burned before my lunch break, and I went back out for another four and a half hours after that. I was burnt to a crisp for the next several days.Anyway, the job is immeasurably preferable to my call center/tech support job. I can truly appreciate the

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please watch this.I spent a lot of time working on this project...

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I decided just recently, after reading about the origins and history of Bonsai gardening, that I want to collect and cultivate bonsai trees. I think it will be a relaxing, fulfilling hobby. When I think about bonsai gardening, I think of fine tuning one's vision of long-term results, total dominion and, of course, manipulation.I decided to go with bonsai plants because the initial overhead is

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There is no introduction in the book by C.S. Lewis "A Grief Observed"-- not the version I read--there was only an Afterward, written by a colleague. I opened it expecting an explanation of what I was about to read. Instead, and before I realized it, I was reading the personal notes of a man who had recently suffered the loss of a loved one. I pieced together, while reading the first pages of the

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I'd like to rephrase the last paragraph of my last post. I said that I was looking "anywhere BUT the realm of organized religion for attributes I wanted..." what I meant was that I was finding it everywhere except in organized religion. It is still true that I wasn't looking for what good is to be had from religion. But I think it's more clear for me to say that I didn't find good because I was

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Every time I try and explain the process of coming around to the church again, I feel like I need a chalkboard or something. Seriously.I guess the best imagery I can think of right now, aside from a noodle-work of thought processes drawn out on a blackboard, is what goes on inside an atom bomb. I'd ask you to imagine you were watching atoms split and collide with each other, and those parts in

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This is a transcription of a seminar called Pema Chödrön. I think it has some good points, some that have become very true in my life lately. Here are a few excerpts."...It's very traditional at the beginning of teachings--especially for Tibetan Buddhist teachers to encourage their students to "Rouse Bodhichitta" SO I'd like to say a little bit about what that means...."... it's main topic,

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So... there's some real characters here at work.I think I'm going to enjoy working with them.I started this post about two and a half weeks ago, focusing on the more quirky characters in my class. But, in the time since, I have actually become better friends with them than the "normal" ones!originally, I had given them alias' such as "the whistler(not of Jethro Tull notoriety)", Lonelyboy15, The

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this woman's work.

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Good Evening, Dear Reader!Can I tell you how amazing my life has been as of late?Pretty darn.I've got this strange feeling of being outside myself most of the time. a month ago I couldn't see past the end of my nose, I don't know if I even opened my eyes. I was pretty much absorbed with myself, my thoughts. I was quiet, but inside my head was an ongoing, cynical commentary of the world as I saw

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First of all,I feel dumb a lot. But I also feel smart most of the time. You know when I feel the dumbest? When I've taken for granted that I'm smart.A close second is mathematics. So I'll use it analogously.If I were to learn an algebraic formula, and apply it to some problem, and I am unable to solve that problem with my formula, I'm the type of person who would immediately decide that the

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The blow left him sprawled out on the kitchen floor. He was at the mercy of his attacker, who now swung his heavy boot into his face. At the same time the man threw the earthenware plate at his head. It struck him with a *thud* on his crown, then broke in two as it hit the floor. As he stumbled out the screen door and collapsed on the steps, breathing laboriously, a steady flow of blood from his

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Every year when the big ball drops, it's simply a big reminder of how I've dropped the ball. "Resolutions" that were never resolved; made with little or no plans for their execution, just prompted by a thought of "wouldn't it be nice...". This year especially. This year when the ball drops, I'm going to remember what a child I am. I'll remember how I let my thoughts get the best of me, and

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State "O" the UnionBrickfishPlease vote! help me win some tuition money. if you like it, please spread it around to your friends!

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for the past 4 weeks I haven't gotten dressed on Sunday. I have a blue terrycloth bathrobe that I wear all day. People seem to associate my bathrobe with morning attire, because even when I come into the room at 5 in the evening, they say "good morning!" maybe they just assume I've been in bed all day. Which isn't that far off from reality. Today I woke up at 11, stayed in bed in a comatose state

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Insomnia, my muse... please save me from my scattered thoughts!I have a thousand images in my head, and a dozen words with which to work.There is a woman, or some part of her. Her mouth, and cheek. A profile of a perfect pair of lips. They are boldly bordered with natural pigment. Pale pink, permanently puckered, and plump as the juiciest of peaches. They enshroud bones, beautiful white and

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I hate watching people watch Shakespeare... I don't esteem myself some sort of pro on the subject. .. but i feel like most of the wit is lost on a high percentage of the audience. I'm sitting through intermission right now, listening to the couple in front of me make sense of what they have seen so far. The girlfriend knows the story pretty well... the boyfriend is apparently totally lost "what

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So, I'm sitting it my Biology class. and in the row in front of me, two seats to the left, there is a kid who CAN'T be wrong. he's got a bitchy little sidekick, too.Professor asked what criteria we use to define something as a species, a few suggestions were called out and he wrote them down indiscriminately, whether they were viable or not. and told us as he wrote them whether or not the

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Last night, I dreamed a crazy dream.First of all, I was living with my brother and sister and some people I didn't know. We got a visit from President-Elect Obama. Did I happen to mention we were living in the White House? Yeah, for some reason I was living in the white house, and Barack and Co. were moving in. There was a REALLY ugly dog running around that Obama had evidently accidentally

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I may not be able to go to school next semester on account of I don't have the money. But I'm finding people who want to give it to me for doing things like submitting my "best facial feature". Mine is my beard. A vote for my beard is a vote for my education!Show Us Your Best Facial FeatureBrickfish

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I was going to blog about how I'm kinda over witty banter... but I'm kinda over it.I love witty banter, but it has it's time and place. Relay/delay banter, as with wall posts or forum comments are NOT the place. Real time-in person, is really-the only good time for it.

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I find that when people begin with that line, the next thing they say is almost DEFINITELY going to be a racist comment.I say "almost definitely" because this post is the exception. I just put that title to get your attention.I think everyone is aware (maybe on a subconscious level) that that particular disclaimer is a false representation of the ensuing commentary. That's why I suspect, instead

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1. Started your own blog2. Slept under the stars3. Played in a band4. Visited Alaska5. Watched a meteor shower6. Been to Disneyland7. Climbed a mountain8. Held a praying mantis10. Bungee jumped11. Watched a lightning storm12. Taught yourself an art from scratch13. Adopted a child14. Had food poisoning15. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty16. Slept on an overnight train15. Had a pillow

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So. Tonight was opening night. I have a lot of opinions, but right now the main thing want to say is that the show is incredible, both as a production and as an experience. I didn't even get stage fright! I get to wear all black and pretend that the audience doesn't exist. As far as my job is concerned, the stage is little more than memorizing (or using my cheat sheet discreetly, as is most

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All my life I have been able to count the number of people I call Friend on one hand.This is not another sob story about how I was deprived of social interaction growing up (but it's true). It may in some remote way have affected my concept of what a friend is, but if it did, it is in an entirely counter-intuitive way.It's always been something that floats in and out of my awareness-- the fact

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I have this uncanny ability to recall entire conversations of no consequence, sometimes conversations in which I wasn't even involved. With a decent trigger/queue/catalyst/impetus I can recall the situation/context/person/place/thing surrounding it. I have a nearly 100% recollection ability. For some reason this doesn't work with many of my childhood memories. When my brother talks about things

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I had the strangest dream last night.It all started with almost everyone I have ever met in my life(okay not everyone, but some random people from my past), living with me in a studio apartment on the 4th floor of a run down building, I remember it was the 4th floor , but the height felt more like the 5th or 6th floor. The twisted wrought metal stairs were wobbly and seemed as if they were going

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I'm really disappointed in humanity.Mostly just humanity's taste in entertainment. I'm not really talking about celebrity gossip, although I do despise it. I'm talking about the laughable, (and by that I mean "pitiable/ dismal/depressing") prime-time, lauded and loved, worthless... garbage.A few examples.I'm sick of hearing about Stephanie Meyer, the "Mormon equivalent of J.K. Rowling".Although

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Just sittin' here, waiting for this darned play to start. I have an assignment for my "Stagecraft for Stage and Screen" class (building sets, lighting, etc.) to attend the play "march of the Salt Soldiers" and write at least a one-page Production review. He is not concerned at all with my opinion of the dialogue, actors, or anything to do with the direction of the play, just observing lighting,

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Probably two months ago, I noticed a little tab in the corner of my Facebook page, it said something to the effect of "try out the New Facebook" So I did. I decided "hey, I'll just switch over to the new format now, so I can get used to it before it becomes the new and only format."I switched, took about a little extra effort to familiarize myself with the changes, there were a couple of things

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How are you? I am fine. I was wondering if it would be okay if I come live with you. I hate it here, and I want to get to know you better. I was thinking I could come have an adventure. I know there are a lot of things to do in your area. I would especially like to kayak around the island, SCUBA dive in the coral reef, pay your neighbors a visit on my sailboat (which I don't have yet. Oh, and

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Today in my DGM1110 class my teacher had lipstick on her tooth. I didn't want to embarrass her, but at the same time I didn't want her to discover when she got home that she had been walking around with a pink tooth for 9 hours. She started roll call, and I thought up a quick game plan. obviously calling out from where I sat that she had lipstick on her tooth from across the room was no way to go

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Why must people make it a point to rain on my parade? Sometimes I wish people would just smile and nod.I've been uber stressed about what to do about moving to Guam. Should I go? Should I go now? Should I go to school instead? Should I be considering buying a house? should I wait until things stabilize in Guam (whereas the states are experiencing a buyer's market in housing, looming changes in

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YEHAW!I'm back in school and I think I'm going to LOVE it. I am taking classes that interest me, aside from Biology.... (who knows? I may become keenly interested in that as well). I have been uber stressed about whether or not I should withdraw from school and concentrate on saving up money for my move to Guam in January, or if I should go to school ('cause I realllllly wanted to) and spend a

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I have been pretty stressed out lately. I Have been dealing with a lot of conflict in several different aspects of my life.I know I've blogged before about my "new outlook" on religion... I have realized that everyone can find the answer they want. And I feel that the answer that I have gotten was a direct result of the attitude I have had. I have said I have no animosity toward the church or

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I know I've blogged about this before... not too long ago, even. But here we go, oh here we go again.I should have known.I can't help but think I must be doing things all backwards. I make these choices, and I am resolved to them. But then for some reason I will sabotage myself. And afterwards, while I lay totally discombobulated, disoriented and confused by my own behavior, I suddenly realize

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I hate it!I got a problem. I like doing fun stuff. Fun stuff costs me money. I should be saving that money to realize a bigger goal.Also, fun stuff cuts into my working time. I would MUCH rather be having fun (even sleeping) than working, and with my new working arrangements (work when I want to) I find it hard to commit to work when there are so many things I would rather prioritize.Seems like

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Hi All,I found this really old, fictitious story I wrote over 3 years ago that I never finished.... I dunno where it was supposed to go... I only wrote it because I was able to maintain a sort of lucid dream as I wrote it in which I didn't have to consciously move the story forward, but I could explore my surroundings very vividly.... dunno if that makes any sense.I wait for the hissing that

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The title is no indication of the contents of this post. Except that I am going to mention this new band I found, messing around on Playlist.comthey are called Black Kids, and they sound so much like The cure I can't believe they aren't being sued for copyright infringement. but then again they have some of their own sound in there.my favorite songs, Look at Me When I Rock With You, Hurricane

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Hello,I don't know exactly what to say... I'm making a big change in '09. Ever heard me talk about the Gypsy in me? I feel like I was destined to live with my livelihood and possessions able to pack and leave at any moment. I have been conflicted with following that lifestyle and "securing my future" by staying put for long enough to do things in an orthodox manner. Ever since I can remember, I

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Today I had two new experiences.1) I rode my motorcycle on the interstate for the first time.2) I got stitches.I had a doctors appointment in Payson, about 15 minutes from where I live. I've been tight on money this week so I decided not to drive my gas-guzzling 4runner, and instead took my motorcycle. This also shortened the trip by about 1/3.The doctor's appointment was to get a diagnosis on

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So. what do you value in yourself?Honesty, integrity... loyalty, Compassion, respect, open-mindedness, communication, candor.I think all of these things are something to constantly work to improve in yourself, for the sake of your relationships. If you make it a point to understand others, and to be honest with them and yourself. You should never find a situation that cannot be resolved through

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After catching my breath and eating the greater portion of my food. I sat and watched as the morning sun intensified on the rocks. The patches of grass that sprung from fissures in the limestone appeared to murmur and palpitate behind the heat waves. It was like looking through a rippled-glass window. I approached the sheer wall of rock and began tugging on the bushes and brush surrounding the

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I got into a discussion about guns recently and I thought I would write down my thoughts on the whole matter of gun control vs. 2nd amendment rights.I am not often accused of being crazy, I attribute that mainly to the fact that I do not often engage in political discussions.When I am called crazy, it is usually by a crazy person. I don't by any means fall under the category of

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Just got back from a vacation. my first weekend for myself in about 17 months. I went with a good friend and his family on their retreat that took us all over the Idaho/Utah/Montana/Wyoming area, then down to Bear Lake, then out to Twin Falls Idaho. It was great to kick back and reconnect with friends. I feel like a part of that family. That may have something to do with the fact that I see more

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I'm someone who puts a lot of value on being honest, and it is possible that I underestimate the value of buttering people up. I'm pretty straightforward if I need to say something. I've gotten over the excessive use of those words that lend uncertainty as to the point of my question or comment. you know, those words like kinda, sorta, maybe, a little, possibly.... I still use them I just get to

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As per a request for a fresh post... here goes.I quit my job. I have finally had enough of the bullcrap that goes on perpetually at my work. I'd like to think that I have been an influence for good in the lives of the boys I work with, but I have found that the vast majority of my efforts have been thwarted. Not by the boys or their resistance to change. By the company, and their disregard for

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Pictures to come, although right now it's looking like a skeleton or something.My brother has helped me a tremendous amount. He actually pretty much did it himself, and i forked out the cash. But after over 2 and a half years I finally have a functioning motorcycle "Motorbycle").I have been back and forth on whether to keep it or not, I have come very very close to selling it, and for good money.

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Donor. Skinned shoe. guts and all.

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Hello again, Dear Reader.Not a lot of substance today. Just an update on what is going on for me.Got the call back about the promotion/job change I applied for this week. the answer was "no."My roommate asked me if they said why... They can't exactly say "well, we had made up our minds who we were going to give it to before we even announced the opening. We just let you apply and interview for it

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I realized in the middle of my early dinner that I may be pregnant.Pregnant people (usually women) have the weirdest tastes when it comes to food.Today I had a strawberry poptart, covered in peanut butter.then I proceeded to eat mac and cheese, dip-style, on salt and vinegar chips.

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"Homegrown. Rock to the rhythm and bop to the beat of the radio. You ain't got to sing but you've got the face to play the roll"-Fans. Kings of LeonIt rained today. I was asleep for most of it.I got off work at 11:45 last night (as is customary). I got home feeling so tired I almost fell asleep standing at the fridge looking for something to snack on. Around midnight I heard the wind pick up

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Yo.I guess you could say I have a knack for lying. If you hadn't noticed, my blog is only about half true... and that's counting my Alaska road trip accounts. Most of the short stories I write are discernibly fictitious, but I guess I walk a fine line. I'm not surprised when I am asked if one of my true stories is fiction... I deal with that a lot. But I have been asked a few times if my

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I had this strange idea the other day. I don't exactly think it's an answer to the question, so much as a possible contributing factor.The question is this: Why does love seem to expire?I, for one, am a major skeptic of many of the social paradigms surrounding love. I hate that Love has become this materialistic term. Something defined by the amount of money spent to prove the depths of ones

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I woke up today, before my alarm went off. I thought 'you know, I could try and sleep until my alarm goes off, or I could get a jump start on my day.' I opted for the latter.Upon opening my laptop to print off the paper I stayed up till 4:00AM staring at, I saw the clock in the bottom right-hand corner. 11:19AM. "Hmm.. that can't be right... *check phone* ....****!" I grabbed the most readily

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I guess you could say I've just had my curricular rite of passage, My first ever spring break. I didn't really have big plans for this spring break, I was going to spend a week on the road in California with a couple of roommates and a friend or two. But when it came down to it, I decided that I was not keenly interested in spending a lot of time in a cramped vehicle driving through Nevada, and

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