Brains!: August 2004

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My blog could be considered a dangerous thing. I don't think it is. Everything I write is completely honest. Some posts are commentary, some posts are stories, some are boring, some are fun. Most often it's a window into the part of my subconscious that cannot be communicated verbally. It's meant to be the place I spill, organize and store my abstract hidden things. You can really access a lot about me through the blog, and it's partially there for that purpose. To find out the things I cannot say, and don't necessarily need to be said. But its also a tool for me, the process of writing/blogging is therapy in some sense. However, there's a lot missing. To read it, and to think that it is all of me, would be very wrong. That's why it can be misleading. A lot of people read it, and they misinterpret. No one really knows what I actually mean by a lot of the things I say, and that's not my problem. Like I said, its only there partially for the purpose of letting people into that part of me, the rest is there for me, for my subconscious to come out. To take it literally would be a dangerous thing for the reader.

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In that space where infinity above meets immensity below we see the first sign of a new dawn. Dark always gives way to light; for a brief moment nothing is forbidden, everything is possible. But what would we do if the light never came? Maybe we would lie down. Maybe we could go back to sleep. Maybe we could wake up. - Adbusters

The minute I heard my first love story I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere; they’re in each other all along. - Jelaluddin Rumi (1207-1273)

Adopt the pace of nature: Her secret is patience. - Ralph Waldo Emerson

"The poet Rilke was afraid that if he got rid of his demons, he would lose his angels as well. Of course the danger of clinging to our demons to save our angels is that our demons may well take over." - Tim Farrington

Amnesia is not knowing who one is and wanting desperately to find out. Euphoria is not knowing who one is and not caring. Ecstasy is knowing exactly who one is-and still not caring.
- Tom Robbins

Well its been crazy. Im at Humboldt State what is up with that dawg! The college experience is not what i expected but it is what is to be expected if that makes any sense at all. I thought i was gonna change and be having sex and smoking pot and be totally not what i was back home, but im the same. Life is the same, i mean it may be a slower pace, clearer air, different people. But i am the same, you are the same where ever you go. But then there is this funny thing called time and it does wonders. I just wonders i was all shook up about leaving but im adjusted to that, hopefully that same time will change me but over a longer period of time then I expected. Maybe i will be what i thought i was gonna be but in the future maybe not even this year maybe next year. But you know, thats what i thought on the first day of high school and not much happened then either, or maybe im just not thinking of the things that changed and only thinking of the stuff that didnt change. WOW am i the biggest rambler in the world. Sorry if what i just wrote makes no sense. Anyways, Naomi my roommate might drop out, crazy stuff man, she hates it hates missing home, i miss home but i know in order to get on with my life to grow i had to leave home and everything i love, but not for good. Thanks AIM, Telephones, mail, pictures etc. So i might get a new roommmate we'll see what happens with that. Well loves.

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