The turning point was the erasure of memory, all that followed will not be forgotten. Like a diamond drill cutting deep in the subconcious, not tipped, but in fullness, not denying but embracing, not seeing nor understanding nor doubting the presence of God.
In the air is a water, a flood, tangible and intangible, cleansing and breaking in thunderous appellation. A mist not mystical nor mystifying, but real as the air in which it resides. And sat in a mountaintop or a valley the feeling is the same, of isolation, of camaraderie, of waiting and of consumation. We sit it out, some plan their escape, others revel in it, but all sense it. We're blindsided, we come to a halt. It's been hanging on the very air for some time, but none of us really saw it coming. The weight of the day has decended. Though we stoop to pick it up, it has dissipated. We have lived in tension without knowing it, and all of us came here for the same reason. We were waiting to wait, both knowing it and not knowing it in the same breath, but we all feel it.
Soundmime
Monday 28 April 2008
Tuesday 22 April 2008
Subject Matter
Listening to Zombie by The Cranberries
My right hand is in shreds right now because I was sofitting. It's not even funny. I figure I have about 1,200 cuts on my thumb and the first two fingers alone. in fact those are the only three fingers that really have a good amount of cuts, but I must have lost about a gallon of blood between them. Really there are so many that you can't even distinguish between the different cuts, it all blends together into one big wide cut. It's actually pretty cool, pretty savage.
Listening to I`m Blue by Eiffel 65
I`ve been looking for a typewriter for a long time now because when I use my computer to type I always get distracted and end up playing just one game of star wars battlefront II or doing a dozen other things other than what I started out to do, type. I figure that if I can find a typewriter then I can find myself an isolated place and I`ll be able to actually get some stuff down. Also I figure that the quality of work goes up when you do it on a typewriter because there`s no backspace key (if you get an old enough typewriter). Coincidentally the typewriter that I just found the other day is old enough. Now all I have to do is pick it up before 5:00 tommorow (and buy it (for more than I would have wanted to)) and I`ll be in the clear.
Listening to Suzanne by Leonard Cohen
I still haven't decided what I'm going to do in the fall. I've given it a lot of thought and I've prayed about it, but I haven't got an answer and I haven't been thinking of it much lately. It feels like I thought about it so much and tried so hard to decide and prayed so much about it that I'm tired of it and the very idea of thinking about it just feels like a lot of work now. My original plan was to go to Kwantlen because going to TWU would be too expensive to do on my own without loans, but then I was talking to Dad about it and he said he would make up the difference between Kwantlen and Trinity if I went to Trinity. So now I don't know what to choose. Trinity is a good university and it's a christian university and I know a lot of people there, but if I'm not paying for it myself and there are always strings attached when someone else is paying for you, I like my independence, sometimes I think too much. Kwantlen isn't a christian university, but it is a reasonably good university and it's only fifteen minutes down the road from Trinity so I wont miss my old friends and I'll have an opportunity to meet many more, but the biggest difference is that if I go to Kwantlen I can probably pay for it myself without loans. Is it about independence or just pride, or even simply freedom. I pretty much have to pray about it. I'd also appreciate any prayers from anybody, because that would just be way cool.
fool sitting here typing
My right hand is in shreds right now because I was sofitting. It's not even funny. I figure I have about 1,200 cuts on my thumb and the first two fingers alone. in fact those are the only three fingers that really have a good amount of cuts, but I must have lost about a gallon of blood between them. Really there are so many that you can't even distinguish between the different cuts, it all blends together into one big wide cut. It's actually pretty cool, pretty savage.
Listening to I`m Blue by Eiffel 65
I`ve been looking for a typewriter for a long time now because when I use my computer to type I always get distracted and end up playing just one game of star wars battlefront II or doing a dozen other things other than what I started out to do, type. I figure that if I can find a typewriter then I can find myself an isolated place and I`ll be able to actually get some stuff down. Also I figure that the quality of work goes up when you do it on a typewriter because there`s no backspace key (if you get an old enough typewriter). Coincidentally the typewriter that I just found the other day is old enough. Now all I have to do is pick it up before 5:00 tommorow (and buy it (for more than I would have wanted to)) and I`ll be in the clear.
Listening to Suzanne by Leonard Cohen
I still haven't decided what I'm going to do in the fall. I've given it a lot of thought and I've prayed about it, but I haven't got an answer and I haven't been thinking of it much lately. It feels like I thought about it so much and tried so hard to decide and prayed so much about it that I'm tired of it and the very idea of thinking about it just feels like a lot of work now. My original plan was to go to Kwantlen because going to TWU would be too expensive to do on my own without loans, but then I was talking to Dad about it and he said he would make up the difference between Kwantlen and Trinity if I went to Trinity. So now I don't know what to choose. Trinity is a good university and it's a christian university and I know a lot of people there, but if I'm not paying for it myself and there are always strings attached when someone else is paying for you, I like my independence, sometimes I think too much. Kwantlen isn't a christian university, but it is a reasonably good university and it's only fifteen minutes down the road from Trinity so I wont miss my old friends and I'll have an opportunity to meet many more, but the biggest difference is that if I go to Kwantlen I can probably pay for it myself without loans. Is it about independence or just pride, or even simply freedom. I pretty much have to pray about it. I'd also appreciate any prayers from anybody, because that would just be way cool.
fool sitting here typing
Saturday 12 April 2008
X-tra Cab
Here, in all it's beater awesomeness is my Toyota X-tra Cab.
I got out of bed sometime in the afternoon so I'm still pretty insanely scruffy looking (along with the fact that I have a bunch of polycoat in my hair, which makes it do strange things). It's pretty solid up here and amazingly warm out today so I think I'm going to take a walk. I still need to get the truck insured, but I've been learning standard on it so driving it around a bit anyways.
Park Ranger
I got out of bed sometime in the afternoon so I'm still pretty insanely scruffy looking (along with the fact that I have a bunch of polycoat in my hair, which makes it do strange things). It's pretty solid up here and amazingly warm out today so I think I'm going to take a walk. I still need to get the truck insured, but I've been learning standard on it so driving it around a bit anyways.
Park Ranger
Wednesday 9 April 2008
pulp non-fiction
listening to paper planes by MIA
I just woke from a drooling nap episode. I woke up when the light was turned off by Amy. I guess I just fell asleep on my bed because i was so tired, which doesn't make sense because we only had a half day of work today. Just before I crashed I was reading Douglas Adams' Long Dark Teatime of the Soul, the sequel to Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency. I think that's what put me to sleep. Not because the book wasn't great, because it's a really great book, but because it was a book. I never used to have this problem, I was a voracious reader, but soon after I left university to take a year off I found that I was unable to read for more than a few minutes without becoming extremely drowsy. I've still managed to push my way through some great books, but it has become increasingly difficult to do so. Partially I blame this on the fact that during university I read books because I had to and I generally read them extremely late at night. I figure that whenever I pick up a book now, my subconcious automatically associates that with sleeping. The only other explanation is that the pages of books contain a powerful aphrodisiac, our reaction to it being latent at birth but activated through a complicated series of events. Before I was reading I watched the movie Ella Enchanted with Anne Hathaway, a really odd film that didn't make a lot of sense and aped a lot of other more successful and overall better films, but had a decent premise and actually came out alright in the end (not in the sense that it had a happy ending because all fairy tales but Pan's Labyrinth have happy endings (though Pan's Labyrinth had one of the best and most beautiful endings ever... period.), but that it actually had a decent climax and wizard of Oz like twist that made you think... a bit.. for a few seconds...). The reason I was lounging about and doing leisure activities in the middle of the day was that we only had a half day of work today, just some loose ends that needed tying up. We finished around noon. in the intervening time I got a truck.
Zen Master
I just woke from a drooling nap episode. I woke up when the light was turned off by Amy. I guess I just fell asleep on my bed because i was so tired, which doesn't make sense because we only had a half day of work today. Just before I crashed I was reading Douglas Adams' Long Dark Teatime of the Soul, the sequel to Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency. I think that's what put me to sleep. Not because the book wasn't great, because it's a really great book, but because it was a book. I never used to have this problem, I was a voracious reader, but soon after I left university to take a year off I found that I was unable to read for more than a few minutes without becoming extremely drowsy. I've still managed to push my way through some great books, but it has become increasingly difficult to do so. Partially I blame this on the fact that during university I read books because I had to and I generally read them extremely late at night. I figure that whenever I pick up a book now, my subconcious automatically associates that with sleeping. The only other explanation is that the pages of books contain a powerful aphrodisiac, our reaction to it being latent at birth but activated through a complicated series of events. Before I was reading I watched the movie Ella Enchanted with Anne Hathaway, a really odd film that didn't make a lot of sense and aped a lot of other more successful and overall better films, but had a decent premise and actually came out alright in the end (not in the sense that it had a happy ending because all fairy tales but Pan's Labyrinth have happy endings (though Pan's Labyrinth had one of the best and most beautiful endings ever... period.), but that it actually had a decent climax and wizard of Oz like twist that made you think... a bit.. for a few seconds...). The reason I was lounging about and doing leisure activities in the middle of the day was that we only had a half day of work today, just some loose ends that needed tying up. We finished around noon. in the intervening time I got a truck.
Zen Master
Wednesday 2 April 2008
Pope and Kepsie: page 1
Here's the crappily drawn first page of Pope and Kepsie. I think I like it overall, even considering the ms paint mix and match graphics. Enjoy.
Pipe Smoking Professor
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