I like watching youtube videos of... interesting things, would be the best way to put it. Literally, anything that interests me, from rally racing to American soldiers dancing in the iraqi desert. Just now it was a clip from Casablanca, set to 'As Time Goes By' by ol' blue eyes, that turned into a tribute to Ingrid Bergman ( Read more... )

With love, comes the obligations of love. So, how much do you owe a person you love? How far do you go before... you've gone as far as can be expected? No, that's not right. I can only go as far as my limits will allow; then why am I afraid I haven't done enough? I'm not worried others would blame me if I quit now; I just know I'd blame myself if I ( Read more... )

This world, full of information passed at the speed of light, the whole of human knowledge at one's fingertips. And there is no fear, because there is no great unknown to fear, and that is its greatest tragedy. But fear is merely for the meek, the undaring ( Read more... )

The basis for all human civilization isn't law and order. It isn't government; nor it is philosophy or culture. It is the [i]respect[/i] for all these things. Without a basic respect for law and order, all the rules we live by would apply only so long as they are convenient, or at least not detrimental. But as soon as the eyes of others are averted ( Read more... )

The internet will always be a source of consternation for me I think. I don't know how so many people do it, but in the nearly ten years that I've been online, I find that it's beyond my ability. To borrow from fight club, it's everyone's ability to treat online acquaintances as 'single-serving' friends. People good for filling the moment you're in ( Read more... )

I know what it is, finally. I was watching Elizabethtown, and it, well, didn't exactly strike me as much as whispered to me. In the voice of Kirsten Dunst no less, which I can't complain about, and then I smiled, cuz I knew it was true. I'm waiting to be saved ( Read more... )

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I took up running, again. It began as a fitness thing; still is I suppose, or at least that's the thing I tell myself. The odd thing is, I used to hate it. Back in high school or middle school when we had to run so much for PE, I hated every step I took. Even now every step is as painful as I remember. And yet, it draws me in. Not the test of will ( Read more... )

Dear Oblivion ( Read more... )

I feel, simply, crushed.

Out in the wide world life carries on, courageous and bold. I have endeavored to follow in step, but just now, in this fragmentary niche of time, I am defeated and breathe the heavy breath of resignation.