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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.

Important Pieces

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

I keep having these weird dreams. Last night I gathered up all my roommates’ shoes and proceeded to sell them in a yard sale. Also, and not surprisingly, I had a dream in which a monstrous hurricane was blowing outside my house, and the water was seeping in through the cracks, flooding the living room. It’s cold in my sheets, it makes me grumpy.

I’ve decided to revisit my list of things to do before I die, and I realize the whole thing comprises ideas of freaking vacations. And I can only legitimately cross off #6 for having completed it: have sex. I feel like the biggest failure in life, or maybe I just had delusions of grandeur when creating the damn thing in the first place. So rather then go into the list, I want to write about where I want to go and what I want to do, which I am going to continue to add to, because god knows I can’t write it all tonight.

Things to do, anywhere and anytime!
Hot air balloon
Horse back riding
Bowling
Sailing
Dancing
Consumption of local alcohols and night life, hic!
Landscape analysis

Places anything and everything, any length of time!
Australia
New Zealand
Croatia, Dalmatian coast
Portugal
Germany
Denmark
Italy, Almalfi Coast
Iceland
Alaska, fair-weather range, ferry hopping
Wyoming, Yellowstone, Grand Teton.
Chile
Argentina
Hawaii
Trinidad
Japan
Morocco
South Africa
California, Yosemite, Death Valley, Lassen, Shasta
Sweden
Norway
Switzerland
Greece
Turkey
Israel/Palestine

I have this moral alarm that goes off every time I think of being a tourist. I want to be ecologically sound, and culturally respectful in any travel situation I encounter.

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Wednesday, February 13, 2008

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