what if i blogged?

bah.

but i can't remember anything, so i could write out the day. like a schedule in reverse. as in:

i woke up at 8:10 after having a sleep in which i didn't sleep but blinked at the clock for six hours.

i went to church and played bass.

todd left church right away for King Mongolia.

I didn't join him but went to de dutch with sylv and alicia.

-- this is all important stuff

I came home and did miscellaneous activities such as: read, play piano, watch the canucks lose.

I changed some timothy stuff.

-- this doesn't seem important anymore

I watched some trailers.

Ate dinner (steak).

Blogged my first post in 3 years.

Learned some french

-- this is no longer chronological

and now let's watch a movie.

Human Cunning

Pace the floor. Steps—the turbine.
Imagine that, a floating cinder, sinking but still surfaced.
: You're out at sea, drinking it. Allow me.
: Ah, stay ashore, I will near it in time. For choice surveys the sea—And freely I choose, just as freely I am free.
Tilted, spun.
: You've turned by wake; is it you?
: Could it be otherwise?
: If blurred recognition speaks.
: Ah, but it does not. For the lake under knows under— The lake aside knows aside— The lake atop knows atop—
: And inside?
: Is soaked through.
: You've covered all, then.
: Yes, a craftiness unswayed.

well

cut the link below, since i dropped that class...er school.

for the next little while!

i am taking another course that requires a journal be kept for the semester. so if you're interested in what I have to say about aesthetics, or what I'm learning etc....come.

ah huh

So i was just gonna pop by and say:

the true mark of most despair is unconsciousness of being despair...and of course, denial.

yea i blog.

so here's a nice little pithy piece of poetic parlance:

Science takes it upon itself to smother mystery,
but finds itself to be a thimble, and mystery an ocean—
in which science breathes.

go here

it's better (for 60 days)