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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

I miss the stone a lot today.

Last night:
I'm feeling sort of distanced from everything. I've just been sitting on the couch watching the sky change colors. I don't even feel lonely, it's just distance. Like I can't recognize myself. I have no emotion, completely neutral, or numb. I opened a book, and put it down after a page. I looked into volunteer opportunities in australia...but that didn't sway me one way or the other. I cleaned the kitchen, and didn't feel satisfied. When I force myself to be productive...I feel like a ghost. I feel completely emptied. Now the TV is on, but I'm not focused on it. It's like I'm awake but sleeping. Feeling like this comes and goes...just part of the whole being a human in this circumstance I suppose. Life is weird. sometimes I feel like I've lived everything there is to live, but it's obvious there are so many new things to live, new pains, and emotions. But i think, there are great things to come too, we just forget them when we're miserable.

After AussieMarie Called:
I think I'm one of those people who likes the vernacular. I mean...when it comes to travel that is. Not really the big differences, but the day to day things that people in another country are used to. Especially other English speaking countries. Word usage, instructions, and advertisements are all very different. Same with place names, or the why an object is called what it is. Street signs, traffic signs. When people eat lunch, what kind of lunch. Yes I want to see the famous buildings, the art, the landscapes, whatever...but those things that the people actually do, who actually live there, is what interests me most.

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Monday, May 10, 2010

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