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My Part

When asked I would have to say, “disenchanted”.

In a world controlled by the population vote, in a world where right and wrong are unyielding and misunderstood, in a world where the poor go hungry and the rich roam free: Disenchanted.

There are a few laws by which this world turns, and one of those laws I have a great personal interest in.

Knowledge is power.

We hear it everyday and never question it’s servitude, we hear it and believe, but never really think of it’s repercussions. Knowledge is power, my friends, merely because without it we are not propelled into any form of action. Knowledge is power, and half of the world is ignorant.

From the unspeakable in Darfur to the AIDS epidemic in Africa to the Homeless living right here on the streets of my home town I am responsible. Knowledge is not only power but it is responsibility; responsibility to act.

The pain inflicted upon these people is enough to cause one to deny the very existence of that pain, but to deny the pain is to deny the hope. We must speak of the unspeakable and we must act accordingly. To deny pain simply because it is painful is to disconnect ourselves from humanity, and that, my friends, is a greater loss than I am willing to bear.

In a world where men deny the pain of reality and claim themselves invincible: Disenchanted.

I swear to you, whoever you may be, that I will not live my life denying any man the respect and dignity that he deserves. This life will cause me great pain, I am sure, but a greater pain, a disconnection of all brothers and sisters from one another, will be soon to follow if more do not stand and act upon that which they know to be true: We are in this together, and no man is greater than another.

In a world where one can save the lives of many, and chooses to think only of himself…

iPod Troubles

Wow, it’s been a while since my last post, like a really long time.
I guess there’s just not a lot happening in my life at the moment.

But, there is this one thing…

About two hours ago my iPod stopped working. It was in the my jacket’s pocket and I took it out to listen to Damien Rice’s “O” album and it just shows me this freakin sad looking iPod graphic. It was working just a couple of hours before that, but now, for some reason it has just decided to quit. I have tried restarting it, and restoring it is out of the picture because my computer won’t even recognize it as a disk, so… Luckily it is still under warranty seeing as how I have only owned it for about ten months, so I should be able to get something done about it, but in order to get it serviced I think I’ll have to make my way to an apple store, the closest of which is about three hours away.

This is the price we pay for technology… frustration.

Update.

I just talked to an apple rep and because it has been longer than 180 days since I bought the iPod I have to pay for shipping and handling which amounts to somewhere around $32. I guess it could be worse, but when you pay $400 for something you just kinda expect it to work.

Help!

Alright so it started out with a sore throat and evolved into something worse like a head/stomach/nose/throat thing and it’s not my favorite thing in the world. I actually kinda don’t like it.

But I got this idea when I was trying to find a way to pass the time and decided to ask you guys what your favorite “sick day” movies are.

So far I’ve watched Robin Hood (the disney version) and iRobot, and I intend to watch The Princess Bride after all it was designed to you feel better when your sick.

SO if you would please post some movie ideas. Thanks

I Can’t Feel My Fingers

Seriously, I can’t feel my fingers; they’re not bleeding, but they’re close.

If you haven’t guessed my Tele got here today, and I haven’t put it down, even though I’m freakin’ sick.
It is just as beautiful as I had hoped.

My only problem now is how jealous my other guitars are going to get with the new girl struttin her stuff around the block.

Typing is starting to make my fingers hurt so I will talk to ya later.

The Conflict of Knowlege

This is the story of a magician,
A man playing to an audience of spectators sitting in utter amazement, trying with desperation to break down what they just saw into understandable terms. The last man in the world able to create wonder, a trick only known to himself, is absolutely invaluable in this world, and yet he wishes for nothing more than an eternal rest.

I have heard it said that language is nothing more than the human brain trying to explain away the universe; for people cannot handle the truth… that the universe cannot be explained. For after all, all of our most brilliant hypothesies are completely dependant on our assumption that what the universe does do is what the universe should do. All of our hypothesies are dependant on other hypothesies.

The magician goes home to an empty house of nothing more amazing than a light bulb burning bright. Light particles traveling at an astounding rate and reflecting off of everything that they touch. All explained. All boring.

Most humans have the assumption that they have a nature that is bad. A desire to be selfish. A tendency to think of our selves before others, and yet, we stop ourselves to do the “right” thing. Why? If we have a nature to be selfish than why would we choose to do something against our nature?

The magician’s answer for such a question is that, for some unknown reason, humans need to relate with other humans; to understand and to be understood. Why, he cannot say. And in this world it is the only thing that keeps him from crying himself to sleep every night.

A tear does drop from his eye this night however, but it is not because there is no more wonder in the world, on the contrary, it is that this one elusive element of life is so beautiful that he cannot stop himself.

Beautiful

What is a poet? An unhappy man who conceals profound anguish in his heart, but whose lips are so fashioned that when sighs and groans pass over them they sound like beautiful music. His fate resembles that of the unhappy men who were slowly roasted by a gentle fire in the tyrant Phalaris’ bull—their shrieks could not reach his ear to terrify him, to him they sounded like sweet music. And people flock about the poet and say to him: do sing again; Which means, would that new sufferings tormented your soul, and: would that your lips stayed fashioned as before, for your cries would only terrify us, but your music is delightful. And the critics join them, saying: well done, thus must it be according to the laws of aesthetics. Why, to be sure, a critic resembles a poet as one pea another, the only difference being that he has no anguish in his heart and no music on his lips. Behold, therefore would I rather be a swineherd on Amager, and be understood by the swine than a poet, and misunderstood by men.

Søren Kierkegaard ~ Diapsalmata

I Can’t Breathe.

I just ordered my brand new Telecaster!!!!!!!!!!!

See how perty!

Any way I’m psyched out of my mind about this so I thought I’d share my psychedoutedness with you guys.

A Not So Happily Ever After

Alright so I wrote this a few months back, and yes, I have posted it before but, I never got any criticism concerning it. So I am re-posting this fairy tale in hopes that I may receive a bit, no matter how harsh.

Any ideas for names would also be much appreciated, But for now it will remain titled
A Fairy TaleAdobe Acrobat Reader

The Best Prank Ever!

Alright so let’s start out with me painting you a little picture…

If a girl asks me for my number (whether I am attracted to her or not) I can’t say no.

So I’m working the drive-through at starbucks the other day and these four girls come through in a tiny Bug and are extremely giggly and all that stuff and we talk a little bit because that’s what I do; I talk to everybody that comes through… One thing leads to another and all the girls say to the driver “Get his number!” So she says,
“Hey, we want to invite you to her birthday party at Millikin.” pointing to the girl in the passenger seat “Give us your number.”

Oh crap!
Seven digits come flying out of my mouth; there was no stopping them.

I gave them my number knowing full well that I was just not going to answer or going to have to come up with a lie when they called.

ten minutes after they leave… a voicemail.
two minutes after that… a text.

can you say crazy?

the texts continued, asking if I was at work so they could come see me, what I was doing this weekend, why am I not texting back… these types of things.

All of this was fine until I’m walking through the mall a couple of nights ago and I get a text that says “I just saw you in JC Penny.”

I began to run.

Later that night I’m at a fellow co-workers house and I start to look at a list of other employee’s phone numbers and one number stands out amongst the rest… The number of one Miss Crazy Pants; otherwise know as my shift manager.

So I start leaving her text messages… at four in the morning…

“I’m laying in bed thinking about you… what are you wearing?”

So much fun, how should this end?

Follow-Up to Re-Creation

The “Conservation of Matter” Law states that Matter can neither be created nor destroyed; I postulate that this is also true with thoughts. My time without outside influences was short lived, for the simple fact that, I couldn’t stand it!

Perhaps getting rid of all influences is not the answer; perhaps it is just having fewer… But again, this hypothesis is fallible, in the way that, if we only have certain influences then we become unbalanced in our thinking and therefore biased when confronted with a new idea or principle. Perhaps the only way to actually re-create what is given, is to take it and apply it to all things… without forgetting to contribute your own thoughts. Balance… It’s chaos!

So, I went to a Switchfoot concert on Sunday evening!

Awesome!

Switchfoot is my favorite band, and I have been waiting to go to one of their concerts forever.

They are on their Appetite for Construction Tour, where for every ticket purchased a dollar was donated to Habitat For Humanity.

We got there four hours early, pending my prerogative to be the first ones there… We weren’t…. But we did get the front of the floor; pretty much as close as you can get. The only downfall of being in the very front is that when other people are pushed, they push the people in front of them, and the people in front of them, and so on; there were no people in front of me! Nope. Nothing but a big steel barricade that had a fun time inside my ribcage.

But it was definitely worth it; the show was amazing.

Other “not so cool” things that happened while at the concert:

~ Jori, the girl I met before the show, passed out within five minutes of the opening act.

~ the kid in front of me wouldn’t stop humping me.

~ ok there were only two, but I figured they were funny or not so funny enough to share, and I couldn’t figure out how to fit them into my above paragraph.

Also, while waiting in line and during the four hour drive there and back I had to find something to do so… out came KEv’s iPhone and we found this really cool website called freerice.com where you take, what is basically, a vocab quiz and for every question you get right they donate 10 grains of rice through the UN and their sponsors (ie. American Express iTunes etc.) to end world hunger… a small step anyway.