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| | movin' on up | | | | Friday, July 25, 2008 (9:43 AM) | | For those of you who are unaware, I recently purchased (April 15th) a penthouse apartment up on the lake as an investment property. I wanted to keep it on the low until everything went through. I have included a link to a photo that will show you the awesome deal that I got.
Kat's New Penthouse | | | 13 Views | 8  Thumbs Up | 4 Comments |  |
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| | pissin' the flag away | | | | Sunday, July 6, 2008 (7:59 AM) | | Two hundred and thirty-two years and still kicking, so while I have a moment to think about what the birth of my nation means, I wonder if I could have made it through that terrible winter at Valley Forge, or if I would have been willing to sign my name to the Declaration of Independence knowing the threat and hardships it would place on me and my family.
It's easy to get caught up in the rethoric of freedom when we live in the times that we do, but imagine living in 18th century America. Imagine taking on the most powerful nation the world had ever seen with a handful of farmers and driving them back to the sea because of something you believed.
True patriotism comes from the heart and not a piece of cloth made in China. So many people willing to amend my constitution when so many of our youth are calling out for honesty, wanting to be able to be proud in something that is real. They are confused, and often, so am I.
We have come far in our expectations of freedom and we have much farther to go. But as we eat our hot dogs, hamburgers, and drink our toasts while watching the fireworks with our oohs and ahs, I want to remember what this day is truly about and cherish the sacrifices made by our forefathers to get us here. They gave up everything so that we could sit at our computers and complain about whether we are "free" or not! | | | | 42 Views | 8 Thumbs Up | 4 Comments | |
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| | and that's the way it is | | | | Friday, March 21, 2008 (8:24 AM) | | First I managed 7 days, and then I managed.. what, 15 weeks? Now I've managed somewhere around 14 months. Geeez. How do I start this?
I guess it's indicative that even now, sitting down with the express intent of writing some kind of valedictorian entry, and having even thought about what I want to say, I can't motivate myself to type it. But let's not go there again. It's boring.
Far as I can reckon out, feeling accepted, is a strange thing. Sure, all my radicals are already, but, - I saw somewhere on here that wisdom cannot be written down. That stayed with me.
There's a lot I will never write. From my unwritten epic on the livevideo/iraqi war connection, (who's slickjimmy?) to my hours of enjoyment contemplating the writings of all 246 1whitecrow sonnets, to musings on intrusions on personal dignity and family and music that I could never quite sculpt into enough of a thought to call it an entry, to my brief determination to do a thorough job on my own much neglected community.
Going about your daily life, you know how you run several mental processes at once. You're thinking about the person you're meeting for lunch, you're also mulling over that book you finished last night, you're pondering that big issue at the back of your mind, you're probably trying to figure out the person you're currently talking to. It's interesting, because I find that almost all of my mental processes are inundated by the immense and constantly significant epiphany that this is all that matters. It's a very interesting phenomenon.
LiveVideo has been my sole hobby for over a year. I've assimilated around 20 people directly. One thing it took me a while to realize is, everything is more TV. I'm not rigourous enough to learn from it, so I stagnate instead. Another was that the community of livevideo is as such a surrogate, or even just as valid a replacement for real interaction. I've noticed that generally, the more I have to do, the less I am here. Draw whatever conclusions you like from the evidence here. Perhaps, the more self-respect you have, the less you care about, etc.
So, I'm going to hope now. To an extent, I won't detail what has passed, because I needn't. I'm scared, of course, because of transience because of human nature because of uncertainty, because one year is a long time, but, but. My inner platitude whispers to me that it'll be alright. So to my close friends who've been here along with me, and that I value more and more. Hope. Hope.
So, this isn't goodbye at all, because I don't think I'm that big. When I'm writing a 2000 word essay every day, I wonder whether I'm trying to get the cheap respect of strangers for it here, and I think that perhaps I will. I've realized that I've learned more about myself and other people in the last 14 months than in any other period. Now, livevideo should be the reason, and livevideo isn't the reason. Perhaps a little disillusionment has sprung from the realization that a degree of acceptance has been offered me despite mediocity.
Sadly, it's so plain that livevideo means nothing that it's difficult to dress this up as insight. | | | | 148 Views | 6 Thumbs Up | 3 Comments | |
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| | I came... | | | Sunday, February 10, 2008 (7:49 AM)
(I'm feeling rejuvenated) | | | I saw...and yet I did nothing. | | | | 83 Views | 2 Thumbs Up | 2 Comments | |
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