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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

In some ways we're settled, in others not so much. The heat is upon us here in Nashville...and it's intense. I'm surviving in the AC-less Daewoo but I think it could easily catch up with me. I'm taking all the necessary precautions. Peppermint oil on the nape of my neck, extreme hydration throughout the day and my lunch box ice pack placed at the small of my back. I think I'm somewhat slowed down because of the disrupted routine. I'm unfamiliar with my new neighborhood and therefore have not gone walking yet. There are still things unfinished about the house but it's a step by step thing. Our temporary roommate is moving in and suddenly what was just ours, is now ours plus someone else. It won't be forever though and it's hardly put a damper on some of the more special things I've experienced with someone I love more dearly than anything. I'm reluctant to write about things here, and in some ways I think I've lost the ability to. I think I could benefit from a writing workshop, as I've lost my own capabilities to be more creative. But it could be something deeper, I guess I've lost my innocence and I'm still not letting go completely.

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Important Pieces

Saturday, July 23, 2011

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