A Letter To Myself

Change is the nature of things…

shadow319 — Thu, 28 Aug 2008 15:33:17 +0000

Yet humans seek equilibrium and homeostasis with a religious zeal. Thus, we are destined to struggle. And by struggling, forced to grow. And in growing, made to change.

Randomly attached quote of the day…

Suppose truth is a woman, what then?

- Nietzsche

get poo out of carpet

shadow319 — Wed, 07 May 2008 05:32:48 +0000

So this is the last google search I did. The querey still sits in my search bar, mocking me.

If you can’t guess what I did this morning, then you obviously don’t have a 3 year old who “Drops it” on the carpet and then runs his cars through it… Repeatedly.

Nothing a shopvac, some vinegar, and an hour and a half couldn’t fix.

So I figured out today, I love my kids, but not because they are lovable. They are somewhat terrifying actually. But I’m compelled to love them anyway.

(Hold on tight, bud jumps into religious talk)

And then, as I on hands and knees wash the poo, realize that I’m not as lovable to God as I think I am. How many times have I pooed all over my life and then run through it, and God has calmly moved me along and patiently cleaned up the mess I made.

It doesn’t make sense to have kids, or to love them. Rationaly speaking, I should be much happier spending all my time and rescources on me. But I can’t. I am compelled to love my children.

And maybe that is the clearest picture I understand of being made in the image of God.

Kids teach good lessons, but they are smelly teachers.

Unrelated thought of the day:

“That would mean something if our hands were made of metal.”

What can I Say, School is in session…

shadow319 — Sat, 26 Apr 2008 05:00:15 +0000

The thing I love about not being in school is that all of my creative energy finds other places to appear, like a blog for instance. Then when school starts again, anytime I spend doing ths, I should be spending in my schoolwork. Its never ending.

So what can I say… Not much.

Inside Joke of the day:

“Most of us are morally ambivalent, which explains our random dying patterns.”

welcome to Dragon naturally blogging

shadow319 — Tue, 01 Apr 2008 04:11:14 +0000

so it’s finally here. My Dragon NaturallySpeaking finally arrived. I must say I’m very impressed.(Just to show you how good it is I’m doing this entire blog without editing so some words seem funnier out of place blame the dragon.) In fairness I should say I’ve only had one training session with it which took all of maybe I don’t know 10 minutes.

The funny thing is, it’s a little difficult to sit here and talk my blog a while and not that I mind talking my blog allowed but that my wife is sitting beside me and she thinks I’m crazy or worse. She’s trying to ignore me she even refuses to smirk. There I got one.

This is the greatest invention ever now like to rattle on about nothing far more time.

But I won’t.

Inside joke of the Day:

most of us are morally ambivalent which explains her random dying patterns.

Put on your bored caps, Buddy talks about the economy.

shadow319 — Fri, 28 Mar 2008 02:59:43 +0000

So, guess what, if you by stuff you can’t pay for, you end up losing money and putting yourself in a bad situation that takes a lot of time to recover from. And that’s true if your a:

First time home buyer

Fad realesate investor

Large bank buying / making highly speculative loans.

So this is what I don’t get, when I mess up my finaces, the government doesn’t swoop in like an uninteligent well meaning parent to pay off the car that I shouldn’t have bought, why do they do it for buisnesses.

We seem to have an unhealthy aversion to suffering. Suffering is a powerful teacher. I only stuck my finger in a light socket once. You?

Then you deserved it both times.

Unrelated inside joke of the Day:

“His spear was pointy.”

The Day I had nothing planned…

shadow319 — Fri, 28 Mar 2008 02:52:35 +0000

So today I learned I should stuff everyday full of as much as I possible can to prevent the possibility of things happening that I didn’t plan on. I was thinking I’d take it easy on this, the third day of my vacation, but my children had drastically different ideas. Jude woke me up at 4 in th morning needing attention, and, well, spareing the details. It was a busy day.

All in all, I’d rather be busy than bored, and I’m glad I had the day to take care of things.

Ohh, and what do I mean by crammed full of stuff…

My two year old was using the restroom the other day, diligently working on his number 2. I asked him if he was done. Incredoudesly he replied, “No, I got more stuff.”

My thoughts exactly.

Everything that has an ending has a begining, and other obvios truthiness.

shadow319 — Mon, 24 Mar 2008 03:36:13 +0000

So, this is my first post, and like the rest of the nation of bloggers, I find I have nothing to write about that is intrincicaly worth reading.

So, hasn’t the blogsphere disproven the notion that 100 monkeys typing for 100 years would eventualy produce a Shakespearean work? Hundreds of thousand of bloggers have been furiosly hitting keyboards for years now, and no shakespear… We should probably keep trying.

I want to do a blog, becuase I compose such wnderful thoughts in my head (realy I do.) But the 100 monkeys that live in my fingers mess up the thoughts as I type them out, making me seriously susepect that I was given 100 arthritic monkeys who are hitting the booze a little early this morning, and, well, every morning.

I have ordered a copy of Dragon Naturally Speaking (Cheap Edition) (<- my words, not theirs. Since I am more of the oral storytelling tradition, we’ll see where this gets me. I’ll probably do a blog on it…

Today’s inside Joke:

Walking on Peter Water.