If You Were Me

I am asking for a digital camera for Christmas from my parents. While this will be my first digital, it is not my first camera. I am looking to spend between $200 - $300. I am looking at Nikon, Cannon, HP, and Kodak. Any personal recommendations?

Well, Joe...

This is in reference to Joe's comment.

Sometimes, when I write, I can say things like this means this or that means that. I can say, for instance, that I had a terrible day. Or, on the flip side, if I like a girl, I can write about how her qualities are endearing to me. You see. I can always write things that make sense and I'm comfortable admitting (the latter being the far more important security issue).

Then, there are times, like yesterday, when I cannot write the things I am thinking or I haven't any substantial thoughts that particular day, so I write vague and cryptic passages. The reason these feelings can't be expressed is because they are too personal or they are about somebody who too many people that read this will know about. That's the reasoning behind the cryptic post(s).

I suppose a third option would be that when I write cryptically, part of me is just trying to work through the thoughts, while doing it outside of my head. This is helpful, as I'm sure you know.

So, what does yesterday's post mean? Guess! Your choices include:

A). Girls
B). Spirituality
C). Job and work situations
D). The economic failure and middle-class status of life in Singapore

Good luck. When you finish, put your pencils down and sit quietly.

On Zip Codes and Telescopes

In my chance to procrastinate some tonight, I come to a blank space with a cursor blinking in a time signature of 2/4. How relevant is this to my life? Much more than I can anticipate. My gaze focuses in and out like a telescope lens--just waiting to capture something not within the eyes view. How parallel is my life to that objective? Far more obvious than one would expect it to be. Distance measured in space and time is far more confusing than physics honors final exam essay questions. Yet, they are usually the same thing. Sensibility is measured. The rule, being without the answer key, is just another typed page in a printer tray. How does one go about measuring these quandaries contained within a self-limited container (such as a letter, test, or hand written note offering an apology)? Is it because it's me? Wait... too many questions don't offer enough answers or resolutions. To be the epitome of something more than the worst is oft the driving point is sales. To live without worrying about zip codes is err. If coerced to think that, without already knowing the summation of the story, one might go along in life unconcerned with anything less than previous intentions, one might just be way too foolish. Also, that one might die alone. Don't let me die alone. For living alone is hard enough.

Don't Tell Me What You Care About, For I Know The Real Reasons Behind Your Treason, or: Why Can't I Stop Lying To Myself

So, here's the plan. I started out a semester in August. Then, I had said semester put on hold. Then, the first week of October, I started a reformatted version of that semester, with only a 10 week base. Now, with a week in a half left within current semester, I have to do the prior 8 weeks of work that I have put off until this moment. Now, this is my current distraction, thus the reason for nothing being written except this stupid explanation, which is just wasting more of my time. I digress...

i'm a moron

Okay, so I've had comment verification on, but I didn't put an email address, so I had no idea anyone was commenting. I'm sorry to the eleven of you who said something these past 2 weeks or so and it wouldn't publish your comment. Please, now, all who see this... comment away!

Four Tickets To Christmas

If you are in Brevard County this weekend, you should come out to a Christmas musical, Four Tickets To Christmas. It will be held at Eau Gallie First Baptist Church (on Eau Gallie Boulevard, diagonal from Eau Gallie High School). If for any other reason, you get to see me singing in the chorus line. Show times are as follows:

Friday ......... 12/2 - 7:00 PM
Saturday ....... 12/3 - 7:00 PM
Sunday ......... 12/4 - 3:00 PM

Admission Is Free!

Once Comes Down, All Goes 'Round

It was three months ago today that Hurricane Katrina swept the Gulf Coast, my life and the lives of many other people. It's hard to believe that so much has changed. Life does feel normal sometimes, but I don't usually like this feeling of normality. I'm enjoying my "venture." Some days, though, I just wish things could be like they were before.

A creepy news side note: An eighteen year old kid in Melbourne, Florida shot his Dad and Step-Mom today at 4:30 AM. The location? The house across the street from mine! I didn't hear the gun shots this morning, but when I left for work, I saw the many hundreds of feet covered by news vans, police, and neighbors. I watched the news tonight and it was very chilly to see my neighborhood. Pray for the family. The guy spared his seven year old sister, who incidentally, was the one who called the police. Craziness.

Of Me, And The Rest

I feel so egocentric. I have nothing to say. This is one of the few times in my life where my blog has suffered due to writer's block. It's not as if I don't have thoughts of my own. I just can't expel those thoughts from my mind and transpose them to punched-keys on a keyboard. This is it. Yay.

Happy Thanksgiving

A present for you: a new template. Aren't you happy? It reflects my constant state of melancholia these past few weeks. Or, it's just a tribute to Let It Be. I'll let you decide. Thanks to Joe for the design and helping me get it on here.

Well, here we are, another year to be thankful. I think today should be a day of remembrance, thankfulness, and gratitude. But, it also should be a day of joy. Be happy, be glad, be... quam pon tae [there is no translation for this word]! Don't just be thankful and remember those who have less than you. Do something for those who have less than you. I need to do this as well.

Anyway, have a pleasant day. My family and I are having turkey, collard greens, dressing, gravy, cranberry sauce, and pumpkin pie with whip cream--just like the pilgrims had.