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Dec. 13th, 2004 @ 09:25 am Life is a journey
Ah, the old car commercials: "life is a journey-- enjoy the ride." Advertisements can be so insightful and entertaining sometimes, which is necessary to make them as reprogramming and propagandizing as possible. But they really are snippets of art, short indie films (of course, replacing the word "indie" with "multi-national corporation-sponsored" is important), which I would count as one of the few great results of our nearly unrestrained capitalistic system.

Anyway, rants about the general state of things aside, I enjoy the "life is a journey" metaphor. As I've always dreamed of owning a red VW Microbus, it occurred to me a few moments ago that whether or not I actually come to possess one at any point in my life, it can still be my vehicle of life...a power vehicle, if you will, similar to the power animals of some native american beliefs.

Why not, it makes about as much sense as the society from which it sprang. And people always use their cars and such to express their opinions. Everything from the way someone drives to their license plate to (especially) the bumper stickers they have tell you volumes about someone's personality, beliefs, and origins.

So I decided today in a comment to one of my friends that my VW Microbus of life has a big "SIMPLIFY" bumper sticker.

So there. :-D

Until next time,
Enjoy the ride!
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Dec. 5th, 2004 @ 08:28 pm the final dive
Tonight, I go to sleep, and tomorrow is essentially the first day of the end of my fifth semester at this university.

Such an unnecessarily redundant and preposition-overloaded opening sentence helps to demonstrate just how focused a state my brain is in at the moment. This despite an amazingly relaxing day, spent mostly inside with Abra, reading, listening to music, and generally being me. Us. There really is nothing like sitting in your armchair, absorbed in your biography of Brahms, sipping your coffee (lightly and tastefully accented with a bit of hot cocoa mix and a mint Hershey's kiss), and letting the world get on without you for a few hours. I, at the very least, feel that this could indeed be classified as a bite-size morsel of Heaven. Besides this, we had an excellent dinner with Jess, Jeanne, and friends. It was good to see the Evil Twins once more, I have missed them.

But the main excitement and positive energy in my life right now stems from the remarkable...functionality of this togetherness. We have tried so hard and for so long to make this work. I have never reached such soaring highs and sepulchral lows in all of my known existence as in the last year and a half. Not only that, but I never could have concieved that anything could be so very worth it all in the end. However, seems as though that this arrangement, this life that I have wanted for so long, and which I have almost convinced myself time and time again could never actually occur, is in fact taking place. In short, we are together: I am myself, and she is herself, and we are us. This seems to be the state of things. And this time, it seems to be remaining so.

So, I bask in the glow of relative spiritual comfort. Where to go from here?

Everywhere.
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Nov. 23rd, 2004 @ 12:05 am ain't it good to see the sun again?
What a strange monday.

Woke up at eight o'clock, and, though I am not wont to do such things, I found no motivation to attend percussion class. This is not thanks to any animosity on my part toward the class nor the instructor, but was merely an assertion of my stance that if I have my life back, I'm going to make good use of it, dammit. No more rehearsal-packed evenings nearly seven days a week for me.

Anymore.

Not for a while anyway.

So today was strange simply because I had a relatively empty list of things to do. Instrumental Methods was easy, as usual, Math was pretty crappy, as usual, but besides that...I didn't really do much. Oh, except for play the piano for two hours. And do laundry. And play Super Mario Bros. 3 for oh, about three hours. Ah, this is the life. It was a nice cool-down.

We are seriously thinking about looking for a place off campus. Somewhere in which you may use your non-fire-creating coffee makers and toasters, and where a couple of pieces of dirty laundry on the floor are not considered a health hazard. And can someone please explain to me how a cluttered sink area is going to exacerbate the situation if there is a fire in our room? Heh. Oh well, it's not our building. So, if anyone learns of any vacancies in the area, shooting the info my way would be much appreciated.

As soon as possible, we leave after Chamber Singers tomorrow, and I continue my hermitage. My first thanksgiving, not to mention my first family reunion without my parents, will ensue shortly. Should be fun. Time to recharge. Time to eat.
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Nov. 2nd, 2004 @ 06:51 pm Beauty is truth, truth beauty
What fun it is to have things in common with people.

Getting into a "zone" is one of my favourite things. I happens at very random intervals, but more often when one action is continued for an extended period of time. Writing a ten-page sociology research paper in one sitting. Listening to ten people in a row sing the first verse of Silent Night in German. I love singing. Listening to it, participating in it, living it. I would not give anything in exchange for this incredible opportunity to live and breathe music for (at least) four years. It's so far given me the chance to catch some glimpse into a remarkable world, rather an entire universe, the depth, scope and sheer beauty of which I never could have envisioned. I will never take that gift for granted.
I will continue the journey soon.
But now it's time to...watch some video games. Not necessarily play, but watch. Because it's fun. No, really.
Goodnight,
Nick
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Nov. 1st, 2004 @ 12:51 am All Hallow's Eve
It's always remarkably late that I write these entries, perhaps because it's the only time at which I feel things have slowed down enough to really...set thoughts down, whatever they are. What things have calmed down from the last few days?

I won 2nd place at NATS. Really cool. I mean, Really Cool.
I was Luigi for Halloween and got to sing a love duet with Toad. Who I also happen to actually love. Hehe, two neglected Mario characters eventually had to hook up.
I have six weeks of my fifth semester of college left. Then I go to Great Britain to visit the folks. Why I'm merely listing off events past and future rather than actually writing about them is probably due to the fact that I am quite weary, though my heart, my mind, my soul feels quite nice right now. Quite...warm.

There are two men out, and it's in the ninth, and the score is four to three.
There's a man on first, and a man at bat, and the man at bat is me.
And it's what you'd call a dream.

Baseball. It brings us together, it gives us all something to be a part of when George Dubya momentarily ceases to say dumb shit (however infrequently such a case may occur) and Ashley Simpson has stopped fucking up. We run out into the streets to laud the fact that we have taken up residence in the general vicinity of the team that happens to have the upper hand at the moment.

That is one viewpoint, one opinion, which may not in the end prove to actually be my own. Baseball makes me very happy, in a way I cannot explain. I must thank Johnny Damon and David Ortiz, regardless, for the enjoyment they have afforded me in the last few weeks. I never knew our national pastime could me so...heavenly.

Our father, who are in fenway, baseball, be thy game...

haha, Sarah, you are my hero.

I will go to bed now, and stop disturbing my roomate. Until next time,
It's-a me, Luigi!
:-)
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Oct. 24th, 2004 @ 02:00 am heh
well, here i am again.

two o'clock in the morning, and since i can't sleep, i might as well do what i've always felt more comfortable doing than speaking or taking action: writing. i'm not really sure what to write about, but i never do, plus writing in only lower case is apparently a really cool thing, so that should make up for it in small amount.

writing a slightly more involved letter than usual to my uncle jon this morning began to awaken the writer in me that i've been trying to recapture for a while now. the chase is by no means over, but i suppose i'm closer to the end since i seem to have ended up here, writing, instead of sleeping.

life itself needs a break from from me, or perhaps the other way around, but in any case we should take some time to go our separate ways for a bit. everything that meant a lot to me still does, naturally, only i simply am attempting to keep a consistant perspective on it all, rather than tailor my responses to those which suit the situation in which i find myself. this only seemed to happen in the past in small amounts (though such amounts were found in considerably crucial junctures), but regardless the control needs to come. self confidence, though quite new to me as of yet, must be forced to fit as an old, familiar, warm coat.

if you ask me why i am writing this this evening, my answer will be that i...have inbibed, as john would put it. Or embibed, or inbibed...i don't feel like looking up the word. in any case, my inhibitions are a bit shot. but i felt like writing, so here i am.

we make so many things in our young adult lives out to be so important, heart-shattering, world-disintegrating issues, while the rest decide to run to the rescue. this is not one of these issues. one member of our however-many-billion-person tableau continues to have the problems that the rest do as well. therefore, they are not problems. they are simply the catalysts for natural processes.





and we will all be just fine.
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Jul. 22nd, 2004 @ 02:18 pm Oh yeah. It's all coming together.
Funny how we all need goals. Many times it doesn't even matter what they are. We're all looking forward to something, be it eventual marriage, the next paycheck or the next episode of The West Wing. Not surprisingly, most of these goals are about aquiring something (or someone). Not that there's anything wrong with that.
I enjoy it.

So the latest news is that I actually AM able to get a new computer(!!!!!!etc...) I've been wanting to replace this HP (Highly Problematic) machine for a while, and I just had to express my excitement:-D

Now I'm done...at least done typing about it.




Oh yeah, and mowing the lawn can really suck.
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Jul. 14th, 2004 @ 12:47 am Summer, Part One
Summertime.

The living really is quite easy, as my life stands for the moment, at least. This summer has so far come in segments, the first of which was the "working-two-jobs-and-taking-classes phase." Otherwise known as the "shoot me, goddammit, before I do it myself" section. Or at least it would be, if it wasn't for the relatively massive amounts of bacon I was able to deliver to the domicile.

I read a similar comment in a friend's profile recently, and realized anew how much we tend to let the persuit of wealth serve as a carrot on the stick of our worldy vision as we race along, stationary, on the capitalist treadmill. So why do I employ a similar statement, suggesting that the only reason anyone does any work anymore is only thanks to the possibility of eventually owning a new Ibook G4? Because it's true, to some degree. There are parts of every job that can be remarkably not fun, sometimes outweighing the fun aspects. But what I realize, and which the reader may have realized at least half a paragraph ago, is that this is the search. I have found that I am not the happiest I can be cooking and cleaning for four hundred dollars a week. This is not me, and others are perfectly content doing them. I respect these folks very much, for it is them who keep our world running smoothly, our roads maintained, our water drinkable, our food delicious. I will never forget the housekeeping crew at Holderness Prep School: Ellouise, Joan, Annette, Pat, and Kathy, my hat goes off to you, your wonderfully thick, ingrained New Hampshire Accents, your country music stations, your Goo-Gone and your Oops. People like these make life beautiful, for the rest of us and for themselves.

These people are so very human.

As for the class I took, it is one of the many reasons I am thinking as I have been this summer. To sum up, my thoughts have had a wider scope, while still becoming very personal.

More on that later.
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Apr. 9th, 2004 @ 08:23 am Wanderings
deshium (11:41:40 PM): I've just missed people in general
deshium (11:41:48 PM): I'd kill for human contact
deshium (11:41:54 PM): were that not horribly contradictory

This quotation will live on in this entry, however not so in my AIM Profile. That's right, it's spring cleaning time, and me without my broom.

It's time to be in the company of the sun, with no middle man in the form of a coat or window between us.

Time to hear the symphony of the earth, and to embrace it once more.

Time to forget about the inside worries and deal with the outward ones.

And rest again from time to time.
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Mar. 11th, 2004 @ 01:28 am Two-Decade Reflection of Sorts
A very enjoyable birthday dinner, or rather snack and dessert, at Denny's in Westbrook. Good friends and good cheesecake, if a bit unthawed.

I could not be more tired, I feel. Physically, psychologically, and emotionally I feel very drained. However, the road and the destination so very worth the stress they cause. Someday I'll look back on this and laugh. Hell, I'm laughing now [or I would, "if it weren't all so tragic"--sorry, Company line snuck in there, since I know EVERY LINE in the show by now].

Mr. Cory Anderson told me tonight about the sophomore slump that, for him at least, disappeared when he returned the following autumn. Of course, Josie didn't feel the same way. So everyone's different. This has been established. How I will react to a summer off and a return to the insanity only time will tell.

Time that ticks by oh so very fast. But doesn't have to.

I ran into Amanda Swanson in the library a few days ago, a girl I met last year and barely saw since. She is a Hispanic Studies major now, and just recently returned from a four-week stay in Mexico with a host family taking classes. I recalled how very excited I was to do something like that in college. What a busy turn things have taken. I will travel, though, that is decided.

We all have roles.
Some of us are not aware of what they are, but play them without question or difficulty.
Some seem to be too aware of their role and play it up to the point of surrounding irritation and confusion.
Some cannot find their role, constantly searching and therefore never being immersed in one thing long enough to see how it suits them.
Some people's role is to question their role, and
some refuse to settle for anything less than exactly what they want.
Dedication can be a rare thing. Matching will with talent and ability, another.

And sleep...well, that's something we never get tired of, we never doubt, we love, we think is a waste of time, and something without which we would go quite mad.

We lead rather contradictory lives, wouldn't you agree?

A good night to all. We will all still be here in the morning.

-Nick
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Feb. 28th, 2004 @ 10:04 am Just to fuckin write
"...I used to do speed, you know, with a little bit of cough syrup. I used to stay up all night writing pages and pages of just drivvle...just to fuckin write..."

That would make me happy right now. I find that whether I know what I'm thinking or not, I end up telling myself somehow in what I write.

He stepped out of the apartment into the blazing sun and stood there for a moment, squinting while his eyes adjusted. It was rough, coming from such a dark, dead space out into this beautiful daytime. There was air out here, but clean and fresh as it was, it still made him uncomfortable because it wasn't familiar.
He suddenly became aware of the need to walk. Somewhere. He didn't really care where, he just needed to move. So he did. He went straight forward and nearly fell flat on his face as he tripped on the curb and stumbled out into the street. There were no cars anywhere. Ever. Here he could cross the street in total safety, and total silence. There hadn't been cars for years. He had almost forgotten what they had looked like, but certainly not the purpose they had served. One of the steel beasts would have been helpful now, since he knew not how far he was meant to walk, nor where he would be when he reached his destination.
If there even was a destination. Chances are he would simply realize how silly this impulse was halfway there and start heading somewhere else, somewhere supposedly worthwhile.
This time, different from all previous, he actually felt by the end of this bright journey that he had reached something he had been searching for. Guided by that inner (or possibly outer) impulse, he found fulfillment, for that one day.

The next day he stepped out again, and the sun didn't seem so bright. His eyes had anticipated the change in luminosity and his lungs were now starting to remember the type of air they were meant to breathe. The same need for going gripped him, and this time he stepped gracefully down off of the curb and strode confidently toward whatever goal he was meant for. He found it again, but this time it was less fulfilling, less exciting, less real.
He decided it might be better to allow some things to come to him, while not giving up on these walking needs at the same time.
He thought, "well, that was easy."


Take that as you will.
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Feb. 28th, 2004 @ 12:07 am Weeding the Garden
It starts with a seed.
As so many living, complicated things do, it begins with a thing that appears so small and insignificant that there is no conceivable threat possibly inherent in its tiny existance.
But it's there, sure as the sun rises every morning. This inevitability does not imply any kind of invincibility in the problem's nature, but it means that it will always be there until it is dealt with.
Pull it up by the roots. Find where it began and end it there.
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Feb. 24th, 2004 @ 06:41 pm Synergism, undefined
Well, here I am again, back in the mix, the insanity, the pure unadulterated fun that is being a music education major at USM. Hence I have no time at all, and this is going to be a very short entry. Actually, I can't think of anything to write...so here I go again.
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Feb. 21st, 2004 @ 11:55 am middle-aged musicians
"...and if I'm flying solo, at least I'm flying free..."

GOD, is Wicked a good musical. Thank you so much, Sara, for getting me a copy of the soundtrack. It has been my carride necessity since I arrived here this weekend. The two witches are wonderful, not to mention the guy who plays Fiero (I'm not sure yet how to spell his name) also played Jaime in The Last Five Years, which EVERYONE should hear if they haven't yet; it's by Jason Robert Brown. For a copy, see anyone at USM who's remotely into musical theatre.

Another fabulous piece of culture, this time literary:

"...But I don't want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin..."

I'm sure anyone who's been through the Maine public school system knows Brave New World by Aldous Huxley intimately, but having grown up in New Hampshire I wasn't aware of this book until so many people said I should read it. I don't think there will ever be enough books written in the vein of 1984, Fahrenheit 451 or The Giver. That may be just my science fiction roots speaking, but visions of the future are so fascinating, even if said future is a bit outdated. More on this perhaps later; This could seriously turn into another 5-page Book Analysis a la AP English. I think I'll hold off on that.

On the subject of science fiction, yesterday at work I met Carla, a new waitress who goes to Plymouth State Coll-- oh, sorry, UNIVERSITY, who happens to love Star Trek, the next generation. This may not strike many as particularly interesting or surprising...but it is. The conversation went on for quite a while, filled with words such as "phaser" and "transporter," as well as names like "Counselor Troi," "Data," and "Geordi LaForge."
Ah, what wonderful childhood memories.

Anyway, on the subject of, well, the subject at the top of this, after work I went with Chris and Kerri to the Bridgewater Inn, a hopping local hotspot-- :-/ --where some friends were playing in a band. We stayed later for a spell chatting and playing a bit. It was great peeking into the lives of these people, most of whom are at least ten years older than I. At my age, we typically talk about college and getting apartments and getting ready for tests and performances, while they discuss friends who are having babies and buying houses and building as stable a life as they can manage.
My getting older haiku:

Ten years, less than that
I'm ready to jump in now
Don't wait for comfort

My spanish teacher in high school, Senor Brant Hadzima, a Buddhist, told us once that he writes a haiku every day to organize how he's feeling and what he's thinking. Of course, most people in the class caught the wave of snickers and smiles that quickly permeated the room. But some saw past that. Whether I thought I did at that time or not, I feel like I am starting to see past it now.

I'll be back at USM tomorrow. Back into the waves.
I may be under for quite a while, but I'll never let myself or anyone else drown.
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Feb. 20th, 2004 @ 08:14 am don't rent cars...and no hookers!
Well, that was so very much fun.
Travelling is one of my very favourite things to do. And when a good friend is at the end of the journey, it makes it even more wonderful.

Leaving work at around five, I proceeded through Danbury and along route...4 west I believe until I reached interstate 89. After exiting in Hanover I made my way past Dartmouth-Hitchcock hospital, past the huge campus fieldhouse, past the left turn I was supposed to make, turned around, and headed for the Hopkins center, in front of which I was supposed to meet Dani.

I accompanied her to her meeting about studying abroad (she's going to PARIS in a few weeks; I am JEALOUS. :-D ). After the--for the most part--senseless droning had discontinued, we headed for Molly's, a cute, roomy restaurant in "downtown" Hanover, had a fabulous meal with tea and talk, then proceeded back to her dorm for some of the Bread Pudding I had arrived with.

What college kids we are. We talked about everything from good times in high school to whether purple is really purple to how cool it would be to live in Boston or New York (or almost anywhere else) for a while. I had missed it immensely, and it made me supremely happy that I was able to simply get in the car and visit, as it's only about an hour away.

[Only an hour, that is, unless you stay on 89 for WAY too long on the way back, forgetting that you only have to go down ONE exit. I didn't do that, though. Of course not. I would never.]

Hopefully we will soon be able to have a similar experience in Portland, if our schedules manage to match for a weekend or so. Until then, I'm looking forward to returning to USM, with all the work [opportunity; fun; distraction; excitement] I will find.

I'm off to renew my driver's license. I refuse to believe it's been four years.
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Feb. 19th, 2004 @ 08:21 am Damn the Man
So, I didn't wake up to any sleepwords this morning, but to my dad telling me to get up to bring my mother to work...five minutes before my alarm was set to go off. But those extra five minutes were sweeet...

Also, as we entered downtown Bristol, NH, I was a bit disturbed to realize that most (as in all but about two) of the businesses in the center of town have gone under, kicked the bucket, they are no more. This includes one of my favourite bakeries (I am such a traitor, going to the Dunkin Donuts that recently opened down the street, not realizing that EVERYONE else was too), the very cute Cardigan Mountain Soapworks shop...and a restaurant that was my work's competition anyway. Basically what we have here is nearly a ghost-square. A bit sad, but this town has never been much for embracing new things, and now new things have been forced upon them.

At least the town's still got its cottages and condos on Newfound Lake. :-/

I don't feel as grounded here as I have in the past year. This is a good thing I suppose, for the above reasons. As for the permanent (or relatively so) residents of the area, I wouldn't doubt that the above is being discussed at length beside every water cooler and in every grocery store checkout line. The thing is, given previously-aquired knowledge about this community, very little action will probably be taken. Such is the nature of the small town.

Bristol, NH
Est. in 17something,
and dammit we're staying there.
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Feb. 18th, 2004 @ 01:34 pm Farewell to an empty dorm
As this vacation within a vacation winds to a close, I pack light to go home this afternoon and prepare for a weekend working in the kitchen of the Cu Na Mara Irish Restaurant. I've already been made to feel as guilty as possible for not being able to work this past weekend (busiest since July apparently), but I'm glad I stayed. Jumping straight from school to work would not have helped my sanity.

In case you couldn't tell, I really have nothing real to write, so I'm going to go practice now.
Until next time, when I will be a couple of degrees to the left on this giant classroom globe.
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Feb. 18th, 2004 @ 01:12 am Coming out of a kind of paradise
Wandering through the woods
Like all those before me
I see a field through the trees
The sun and freedom there to lure me

The snow falls heavy, silent upon the boughs
The sun like her eyes warms the forest floor

And here we lie.


These few lines represent a semblance of what I wrote yesterday to be put to music by Asa, Erin and I. Hoping to awaken a creative connection in the three of us, we began to compose, with me playing with words, Asa with the guitar, and Erin with melody and harmony. My idea was to get a framework and then all help eachother to put it together. It was wonderful. The juices had just started flowing when we realized it was time to go with Erin to her work, which consists of spending time with (I believe) a Down Syndrome-afflicted man named Joshua. He is probably less that four feet tall, he is 27 years old, and he is tough.

What an eye-opening experience that was. I had never met anyone with such unadulterated happiness. We went four-wheeling, accompanied him at his horseback riding lesson, and went out for pizza at Ricetta's (the leftovers from which somehow made their way into my refridgerator). After all this, I was left with a feeling of...being alive. Thankful for what I have, and for what he has; a caring (and very well off) mother, and someone like Erin Sprinkle to be there for him as company and a friend, and simply a person to be around since he loves being around people so much. Although it is her job, many given the same job would not handle it nearly as well.

I will most definitely enjoy rooming with Asa and Erin if indeed our paths lead in that direction.

I believe I'll pray for that, as I've lately taken up the practice before going to bed. Not to anyone or anything in particular, not to any higher being necessarily, but perhaps to myself, to my own sub-concious, since reality (according to some) is what we make it. Perhaps I can exert the power of suggestion over myself.

Or maybe it just gives me a bit of hope. Even if I don't actually believe there's someone other than me listening, the possibility alone (among other things) is enough to make me smile.

Perhaps we all think too much.

I'm going back to New Hampton tomorrow...I'm in the mood not to think of anywhere as Home right now. Home is where I want to be right now, whenever and wherever that is...I'm hoping to work a bit, and visit Dani at Dartmouth. I need money and I need my friend; those sound like good reasons to go there.

Ok, now it's really time for bed. Goodnight, moon.
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Feb. 17th, 2004 @ 09:56 pm ok, ok!
So, here it is. Due to popular demand, I thought I might as well revisit this little device of public self-expression, in an attempt to give a glimpse into what my world is and has been for the last month and a half. It's a goal made nearly in vain, I know, since writing very rarely is able to express feelings as intense as these. It still helps though, and will try its best to become that which it describes.

And I've anthropomorphized Writing itself.
That's ok, everything has its place, and so might be considered a being unto itself, if we feel like allowing it.

And he's babbling.

Balance is the key. It's a very helpful answer to, well, nearly everything. Extremes are necessary as well, so that we know what we are risking and choosing. So part of life's journey is finding those extremes, going from one to another to another to another. Some choose to stay at one and rarely catch of glimpse of any other side of life. But others, hopefully myself included, will either find a balance in the middle all of the ruckus and rubble, a comfortable place from which we can be involved while still only observing when we choose...or we will continue to be tossed about on the psychological, social, and cultural waves until we are too tired to stand.

The waters seemed to have calmed down for the moment, as I sit at my desk in a nearly empty dormitory on the Gorham Campus of the University of Southern Maine. United States of America. The Earth. The Milky Way. The Universe. All we are is dust in the wind. <---strangely a comforting thought in times such as these. What times, you may ask? Tough ones, to be sure, at least for me and [hopefully] one other person. Relatively so, of course. But regardless of how thankful we are for what we have, we will find something to be dramatic about. We will never be happy, as human beings, as students...as significant others. I mean, you can be happy with someone (and yourself), but still strive to make things better.

I've found that it is another issue of balance: being comfortable enough to move forward, but never feeling as though there is no farther to go. We are never satisfied, and so it is that we have achieved so much. And suffered so much.

According to Buddha, life is suffering. As soon as we truly accept this, we can move on to enjoying that which we do have. I've had a taste of this realization, and I am going to hold on to it with all my might.


So, how was that?
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Jan. 19th, 2004 @ 08:58 pm Technology is fun


This is me learning how to post pictures in my journal, and what you are witnessing is the sheer admiration Sara and Abra decided to show for Patrick and I when we played a bunch of Dispatch tunes at an open mic night at the student center last semester. That was sooooo much fun. :-)
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