Yeah....drinking makes blogging seem like a good idea. But i know it's not so thats why i didn't do anything foolish when i got home last night. I wanted to but common (ie not drunk) sense prevailed.
Holidays are chugging along. Completely re-writing my English presentation paper. Gawd i've turned into a pretentious prick. I need to watch out for that i the future.
Morgan and Dave should be home soon then all my visiting will be done i think. sorry if i missed anyone, call me if i did.
trying to find a nice quite 50 foot high bonfire to send new years at. I can't believe Bud's is charging a 30 dollar cover charge. that is ridiculous. Getting very excited for this Marxism course in the up coming semester. Wish i could read/write french but se le vie.
Aboot it...christmas time in the rocky mountains.
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Friday, December 26, 2008
Yeah...no
So i'm just not feeling this whole blog thing today. I've been staring at the blank page for almost an hour now. Not straight. I skip back and forth to youtube and wikipedia and what not, but the words just aren't coming.
Maybe it's the pie. Or the weather. Doesn't really matter.
Family time was nice and quite. Still lots of people to visit and see, hopefully get some more academic reading done over the next weeks...we'll see.
BLAHHHH...
Maybe it's the pie. Or the weather. Doesn't really matter.
Family time was nice and quite. Still lots of people to visit and see, hopefully get some more academic reading done over the next weeks...we'll see.
BLAHHHH...
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Blinded by the light
GO THE FUCK HOME YOU AROGANT FORGEIN FUCKS!!
GAAAWD_DAMNIT! We need to set up a road block at the BC/Alberta border and send back all these little trendy rich shit heads who come over here with those fancy white (mildly blueish) head lights. The BC roads act id quite clear. Yellow in the front, Red in the back, Orange up top and on te sides if you have 'em. YELLOW! not his new fangled fucking LCD or LSD or LCA or whatever the hell they are...YELLOW! good old fashioned, big bird, banana, dandilion, YELLOW.
"uh, but i can see like a bunch further with these ones they're like brighter and shit...man."
yes yes they are brighter. and what do you think happens to the cars in the other lane when you put brighter fucking lights in the ront of your car? that's what i thought...now go home you bastards.
GAAAWD_DAMNIT! We need to set up a road block at the BC/Alberta border and send back all these little trendy rich shit heads who come over here with those fancy white (mildly blueish) head lights. The BC roads act id quite clear. Yellow in the front, Red in the back, Orange up top and on te sides if you have 'em. YELLOW! not his new fangled fucking LCD or LSD or LCA or whatever the hell they are...YELLOW! good old fashioned, big bird, banana, dandilion, YELLOW.
"uh, but i can see like a bunch further with these ones they're like brighter and shit...man."
yes yes they are brighter. and what do you think happens to the cars in the other lane when you put brighter fucking lights in the ront of your car? that's what i thought...now go home you bastards.
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
'tisthe season
So i've now missed my first day of blogging. Pretty good run, had to come to an end some time. In my defence, i was quite drunk. That's never stopped me before but last night i was too far gone.
That's the weird thing about christmas and visiting all these people, you either go for coffee or you go for beers. I love both things but they aren't exactly healthy. And after 10-12-more cups of beverage i tend to experience two side affects consistently...lack of appetite and an extremely full bladder. Why are these the only socially normal ways to meet up with someone for an hour or two? I have done other things when i meet up with people, Brendon and i tend to go to the gym and lift heavy things when we want to visit. But then again both us usually just want to go lift heavy things anyways so...
What else could people do when they want to phone someone up and visit for an hour or so?
That's the weird thing about christmas and visiting all these people, you either go for coffee or you go for beers. I love both things but they aren't exactly healthy. And after 10-12-more cups of beverage i tend to experience two side affects consistently...lack of appetite and an extremely full bladder. Why are these the only socially normal ways to meet up with someone for an hour or two? I have done other things when i meet up with people, Brendon and i tend to go to the gym and lift heavy things when we want to visit. But then again both us usually just want to go lift heavy things anyways so...
What else could people do when they want to phone someone up and visit for an hour or so?
Monday, December 22, 2008
On second thought
I may have been over whelmed by nostalgia the other day because on sober reflexion what i said about there being people who will succed no matter what doesn't really make sense. I still wish it did, but it doesn't.
If there are people who are predetermined to do good and great things that would mean the same thing is true at the other end of the spectrum. Whats god for the goose is good for the gander. People with greatness means people with destruction in them. (conveniently i watched the dark knight last night, such a good movie)
It is much easier to see how circumstance could push someone to do something bad or even nothing at all. Once i stopped to consider that it became quite apparent that many "great" people were victims of circumstance. Anyone who doubts this can look to the oval office for a few more weeks. That idiot Bush is not destined to hold the most powerful office in the world. There is no inborn greatness in that baboon. And he is only one of many. When i think of the other side of the coin, all the great minds that are reduced to madness it almost breaks my heart.
I suppose this could boil down to the age old nature vs nurture.
It is the nature of my classmates to do great things.
It is the nature of the world to break their spirits.
Or maybe it's all just random.
They were nice thoughts while they lasted.
If there are people who are predetermined to do good and great things that would mean the same thing is true at the other end of the spectrum. Whats god for the goose is good for the gander. People with greatness means people with destruction in them. (conveniently i watched the dark knight last night, such a good movie)
It is much easier to see how circumstance could push someone to do something bad or even nothing at all. Once i stopped to consider that it became quite apparent that many "great" people were victims of circumstance. Anyone who doubts this can look to the oval office for a few more weeks. That idiot Bush is not destined to hold the most powerful office in the world. There is no inborn greatness in that baboon. And he is only one of many. When i think of the other side of the coin, all the great minds that are reduced to madness it almost breaks my heart.
I suppose this could boil down to the age old nature vs nurture.
It is the nature of my classmates to do great things.
It is the nature of the world to break their spirits.
Or maybe it's all just random.
They were nice thoughts while they lasted.
Sunday, December 21, 2008
gohst of christmas past
Well it was a productive first day in town. I saw a lot people who i wanted to. Still a few to go but i'm optomistic after today. My peers never cease to amaze me. There exists in them so much raw energy and potential to do anything they set there minds to. But on the other end of the spectrum there are those who will never leave this town.
It's strange saying that like it's a bad thing. For the most part i don't respect people who stay in there home towns and do the 9-5 thing, house, wife,(husband whatever), kids, retire, die. But on the other hand it is just the right thing for some people to do and i am envious of someone who can have that awareness of there lives that early on and be comfortable with it. There are just so many factors to consider. Sometimes i wish i could be one of those small town lifers, but then i look at some of my classmates and what they're doing, where they're going and i know that i never want to sit back and watch that. I want to be there. I want to do that.
It seems like a life time since graduation. Three years this spring. I can't even imagine what another seven years will do to everyone. 10 years. It's strange that me of all people am looking forward to our reunion. I have so few fond memories of high school. I haven't forgiven anything, quite the opposite, i've stopped pulling punches.But there are still those few blazing stars who make me smile.
I wonder if it is this way in all small towns. A large majority of mostly unambitious automaton workers a handful of half ambitious people and then another of truly driven people. The creators and the innovators. The courageous ones and the ambitious ones. Where do these people come from. These hero's who make the world go round.
My relaxation reading over christmas is Atlas Shrugged, i read Fountainhead earlier this semester ( i think i'm repeating myself but no time to check) and i'm blown away by how applicable her archtype hero is to many other philosophies. Be it Nietzsche or Hobbes or Moore or Keikegaard. This idea of a better person. Hehe...Stephan Colbert's "heros" But the divide that fasinates me is that of people like Rand and Neitzsche where only a few of these people exist and this kind of thinking leads itself to class divisions, tendencies to eugenics, the idea of soverign, etc. And on the other side the more aspirational type of idea. Every one can be a Howrad Roark or a Socrates.
I still have my communist leanings so i like to think it's the later but evidence seems to be mounting that that i where i went wrong in the formation of my foundations. Can you still value all people and strive to go beyond them? Can the (i don't want to pick on anyone in particular so...) joe-redneck-wifebeater-i-gotz-my-truck asshole some how see the light and become this (again for lack of a better word) higher being? Or is it up to those few gems from the graduating clas of '06 that i marvel at everytime i'm home?
It's hard to go back on what you thought you believed, but if i am going to have faith in some of these peopel i need to know that they have what it takes, that maybe they are special. And don't ask me how someone is supposed to know if they are destined for something higher or how you can identify it in someone else. I'm still not sure that it isn't in everyone. But if it is there...there is no question. Thats the one thing that i've really liked about Dagny in Atlas Shrugged so far. That she just knows things, there is no question. She can't explain why she is going to succed but she is.
And that gives me hope. There are those around me who will succed. Don't ask me how i know. Don't ask them if they know. It's not a thought so much as a feeling. But to drop in a cliche music quote..."more then a feeling."
So as i remince about highschool i can't help but be excited for the future. Some people who i have been privaliged enough in my life to know...they're gonna make it.
The kids are all right.
Some of them anyways.
It's strange saying that like it's a bad thing. For the most part i don't respect people who stay in there home towns and do the 9-5 thing, house, wife,(husband whatever), kids, retire, die. But on the other hand it is just the right thing for some people to do and i am envious of someone who can have that awareness of there lives that early on and be comfortable with it. There are just so many factors to consider. Sometimes i wish i could be one of those small town lifers, but then i look at some of my classmates and what they're doing, where they're going and i know that i never want to sit back and watch that. I want to be there. I want to do that.
It seems like a life time since graduation. Three years this spring. I can't even imagine what another seven years will do to everyone. 10 years. It's strange that me of all people am looking forward to our reunion. I have so few fond memories of high school. I haven't forgiven anything, quite the opposite, i've stopped pulling punches.But there are still those few blazing stars who make me smile.
I wonder if it is this way in all small towns. A large majority of mostly unambitious automaton workers a handful of half ambitious people and then another of truly driven people. The creators and the innovators. The courageous ones and the ambitious ones. Where do these people come from. These hero's who make the world go round.
My relaxation reading over christmas is Atlas Shrugged, i read Fountainhead earlier this semester ( i think i'm repeating myself but no time to check) and i'm blown away by how applicable her archtype hero is to many other philosophies. Be it Nietzsche or Hobbes or Moore or Keikegaard. This idea of a better person. Hehe...Stephan Colbert's "heros" But the divide that fasinates me is that of people like Rand and Neitzsche where only a few of these people exist and this kind of thinking leads itself to class divisions, tendencies to eugenics, the idea of soverign, etc. And on the other side the more aspirational type of idea. Every one can be a Howrad Roark or a Socrates.
I still have my communist leanings so i like to think it's the later but evidence seems to be mounting that that i where i went wrong in the formation of my foundations. Can you still value all people and strive to go beyond them? Can the (i don't want to pick on anyone in particular so...) joe-redneck-wifebeater-i-gotz-my-truck asshole some how see the light and become this (again for lack of a better word) higher being? Or is it up to those few gems from the graduating clas of '06 that i marvel at everytime i'm home?
It's hard to go back on what you thought you believed, but if i am going to have faith in some of these peopel i need to know that they have what it takes, that maybe they are special. And don't ask me how someone is supposed to know if they are destined for something higher or how you can identify it in someone else. I'm still not sure that it isn't in everyone. But if it is there...there is no question. Thats the one thing that i've really liked about Dagny in Atlas Shrugged so far. That she just knows things, there is no question. She can't explain why she is going to succed but she is.
And that gives me hope. There are those around me who will succed. Don't ask me how i know. Don't ask them if they know. It's not a thought so much as a feeling. But to drop in a cliche music quote..."more then a feeling."
So as i remince about highschool i can't help but be excited for the future. Some people who i have been privaliged enough in my life to know...they're gonna make it.
The kids are all right.
Some of them anyways.
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Home on the range
First day back, visited family in Exshaw, CAlgary with Zane, fucking tooth getting sorer by the day, mudder say that she can see a molar peaking through so ican look forward to the other side going straigth to hell sometime in the next few weeks. First indications point to a very laid back christmas. Lovin' the ridaline, lots of reading getting done, almost all the presents bought to day, tree hunting tomorrow. It feeels good to be back in the cold cold. It lets you know you're alive. And you can bundle up against a dry -32, in Newfy-land you get the pissy wind and rain and mist. And just the humidity, it's never much below -10 but i'm always colder there then here. But it;s late again so i'm off to bed but i had forgotten that i do have wireless in the house in wilmer so keeping conected to on-line-land will not as difficult as originally thought.
Only three more sleeps 'till festivus.
Only three more sleeps 'till festivus.
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