A Laugh (or something like it)

This week has been full of all sorts of new and interesting experiences...
and quite frankly I like it. Their was a ride in a scissor lift to 30+ feet only to be topped by a 50+ foot ride in a cherry picker the very next day. I must suggest,if the oppurtunity presents itself, do not pass this up. Then agin yesterday, the new and mysterious presented itself in the form of my first catch of a bass. It wasn't huge, but it was big. So top that, you can't because its my experience and not yours. Sorry, I didn't mean that last bit. Please don't stop reading, I need readers.

A Man and His Tools

Hello Faithful Reader,
You should all be happy to see it has been a scant three days in passing. This is marked improvement. Today in the mail, a letter arrived from my future alma mater. It had a list of tools to procure before the beginning of the semester. This made me very happy. Every man loves tools, stereotypically. Don't limit the word tool to a hammer or chainsaw. But for a moment ponder on the joy of a new paintbrush or computer software, or even a guitar or keyboard. The possibilities lay out before our vision, seemingly endless. Oh bliss, your name is potential. In other news, I'm in process of trying to procure some form of musical instrument. So please keep the peepers peeled for a deal in just about anything w/ strings.

How long has it been?

Their is a fear to post due to my obvious negligence. I abandoned the child. What if he no longer wishes my involvement in his life? But an attempt has to be attempted.

Life is...

Feel free to add whatever b/c it has been that at one time or another. Do any avoid the entire spectrum of emotions? Life has presented itself to me in that very introspective tone it becomes in the face of moving on. College looms on the brink of thought, drawing nearer with each passing day. What new excitement and challenges shall be presented? What overstated metaphors shall be used to describe the experience? There seems to be a great many unknowns of late. Its exhilarating and tends to make me a touch of a grouch. My days aren't use to this amount of excitement and are straining from the load, this weight is straining my joints and members. But this is called exercise and it is bound to shape my malleable mind into a burgeoning cornucopia of insight and wisdom. So you would be led to believe. You would be wise to be led that way. Please pass the word the wizard is back in the Emerald City, and the wizard will be sure to keep you all delighted with his bag of tricks.

Scott Joplin

I am entertainer. I just realized this and thought you all should know. It helps add focus.

On and On, We Go

I love music, I hate it too, but that is only for moments. Most of the time I love it, but not in the same way I love Jesus. But I think you probably could have guessed that. I am hoping to go to my first concert in over a year. If it goes well and is fairly painless, I plan on making it a regular habit. The times I hate music are the times I play it, usually. I can rarely play the way I want to. Anyone who plays an instrument understands my pain. If you don't, pick up and instrument and try to play your favorite song. Now you understand. So I keep trying. The other part about music I hate is trying to convince other people to play it with you. I'm alluding to a band. I have been trying for close to a decade to start even the most rudimentary of bands. It always fails. But music, the kind I listen to and occasionally play, okay maybe more often than I like to admit, I fall into this strange hole and the music sweeps me away and I just float along and God is there and all is well. Ah, well I'm sure you already knew that, Charlie calls it "feelin' infinite". I think he hit it on the head.

I'm broken (in a good way)

This is a rant against all the beautiful answers you can seem to rattle off with polished and well worn practice. It is so easy to be cliche and angst. I'm sorry, there I said it and now I'm going to finish. Read Jeremiah, you know in the Bible, God talks loud and clear, and no Emily, he never refrained from expressing all the pain and hurt his love caused him. In mid sentence he would turn around and plead for this emotional murder to end. It was completely nonsensical, b/c he knew they wouldn't, it wasn't for them, it was for us, to show the depths of a love I will never understand and am most thankful for that. Why does this family have to be so stupid? Arghhhhh!
I luv misery!
I luv misery!
I luv misery!
The world sucks, it kills, maims, destroys.
Why do you want to add to that?
Why don't you want to fight it? Why are you willing to let it all pass by and do nothing?
We, the complacent, have no right to call ourselves human beings. We are feeding off the blood and oppression of millions, I am not talking metaphorically, this is literal. You have no right to be happy, when so many suffer, yet you all sit in your semi-comatose state whining. Life is not happiness. True fulfilling life is struggle. America and all the supposed advanced cultures are so empty and meaningless b/c they successfully removed the struggle and thus removed life itself. Life has become empty repetition and the search for the next increasingly less fulfilling high. I want you to know, I want you all to understand. But you just don't care, numb, only pain will wake you from your catatonic, narcissistic coma. Bring the misery, bring down the pain like razor blades from the sky, wake the dead, stir the dieing and bleed, bleed life.

M.I.A.

My dear most sensible reader,
I must apologize not once, but profusely for my leave of absence. I have been on the front lines these few scant weeks and already I can see this will be no easy mission. I feel in the past I've been to vague in my purpose, so in turn I now purpose to bring specifics to light and we can go from there into the great battle that is being waged against us poor sheep. But don't betray hope, it is our rock. Not just any hope I might add, but hope in the all defeating power of love as proved in the actions of one man, one God, Jesus Christ. Alas, I digress, quick to specifics. I found myself in a an engaging conversation regarding love for mankind. It is a strange juxtaposition that as one's love for mankind grows, it can almost become impossible to look on the face of the lesser in even the most rudimentary respect. It was also brought to light that those that care for the "lesser man" will in the name of their "cause" perform all sorts of base actions. They especially feel it of no consequence to manipulate and extort the rich and privileged as if by their own fortune they have in a sense aborted their humanity. On the contrary the rich seem in many senses to be more adrift then us supposed less fortunate. They having attained all the things we consider necessary for happiness and finding themselves still unhappy. Their own educations become a hindrance to them, keeping them from excepting the "simpler" truths. For waste, it is all vanity.
What can we we do in the face of such evil?
We must love all in a none condescending manner, loving the pitiable and failures more than and above all else. We must reward those who have deserved nothing, even those who are undeserving. We must do it, and not philosophize on it. We must not save the world, but our neighbors.
How can you bring peace to the nations, when you can't even lift the spirits of the checkout lady?
I pray that you find encouragement and exhortation. I believe you may find comfort in the knowledge that I myself am not above that which I criticize and, if truth be told, find myself the chief violator

A Call to Arms

Yes I find it is that time once again, time to bathe the populace in the warmth of justice and mercy. Firstly I must take the effort to rebuttal a certain comment by a certain defender:

Who has made you the templar of all that is holy? In all the universe of blogs what has led you to mine? I must deduce it is the lightning bolt of clarity, piercing into the darkness of your black inky soul. Why else in this sea of smut would you have decided to descend on the beauty of this mental flower? In it you have found a true enemy, an opponent to all that is established and mundane. An enemy to all you stand for in your so called order and safety. I will not desist, no with only more grit and determination will I bear the sword of the Spirit, of truth, and bear it gladly with this persecution I see will be sure to follow anywhere when what really matters dares to peek its head from below the ground. Oh, how the the blood pumps hot in my veins, I am alive in this moment! To all the advocates of truth I sound the battle cry, now is the time, here is the place to stand and fight the Armageddon of thought. Truth is not so easy to find we must hunt, seek and destroy (in a nice way). I wait with sharp anticipation for the armies of truth to amass. Your humble commander.

Disclaimer:

Much forethought has been placed in what I am about to state. This blog I must admit, *gasp*, is a work of fiction. Yes, my dear readers, though much contained within is in fact truth. Some of it is stretched and filtered through my own kaleidoscope view of reality. I beg of you not to discredit the views held within as mere rubbish, for to do so would be a dire travesty. In much the way deep truths were conveyed by seemingly trivial stories, ie. Jesus. I too hide the solutions to the palsy that we call society, inside this a vestige of a simple blog. So be warned fellow travelers that all is not what it seems and be comforted that the importance is not the honesty of myself, but the truth. I also must confess I am most taken aback by my affiliation with Jack Kerouac, I find him a dreadful bore and am perceived as most insulted.

Let's try again

I want to meet the person who doesn't feel a touch of elation towards the most wondrous day of Friday. It is the opportunity to jump head first into massive amount of hedonistic activity w/o having to worry if the affect there of won't have the opportunity to be adequately accounted for.
Not that I myself am a particular partaker of such base endeavors. I do enjoy the opportunity afforded there in to find some repose. At the moment most current I bumping the most exuberant melodies of hellogoodbye. If such bliss you, yourself wish to revel in, all is just a simple click away.
www.purevolume.com/hellogoodbye
oh, how I am carried away by the sheer joy of sharing this moment with you.
My intense desire being that in this you may find a sort of affinity w/ myself.
It bring reminisces of staring at the moon and recalling that my dearest love is looking at that same moon. As an aside, I can't sing the praises of this site loud enough. Many a phenomenal piece of audial candy has been supplied here in (free of charge I might be so bold to add).
But back to more pertinent matters, I hope to present some clarity into the madness of existence and fully intend to combat the ills of the world from the safety of my keyboard. I can think of no more noble pursuit and anticipate throwing myself in a headlong pursuit of such lofty and possibly unattainable achievements. But on a lighter note, I wish to conclude this entry with an entreaty to the masses. My desire being that you help the initiation and use of a curious bit of slang. The word itself is "trademark". In situations that an individual or even groups of individuals or businesses (I am expressing the need to be most liberal and creative in its utterance) in their behavior or appearance or vernacular express a quality that in it contains the very essence of their character, you must at once proclaim, "Man, that was trademark!" In this way I will be forever indebted to you and your exemplary behavior. Grace and peace to you from my savior and Lord, Jesus Christ.

So this is the random thrown together mess that is my blog. For some reason it reminds me of much of what I do. But all in all I love it. Got to love it.
I really started this blog to post on my sister's (she had to go and make it difficult.)
But now that I have it mine as well use it.
So maybe more when I have more time.