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Name: David
Interests: Understanding things, whatever they are, and making sure about the "why" of things. I have to do things with people b/c TV is very much an anti-interest. But I don't have much more, not that interested I guess
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9/11/2006
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| It's about time to say goodbye to the week from hell, isn' it? Never have I seen so may big deal bad things happen in one week to the people I'm closest...and myself as well, but not so bad. I just want to fix everything for everybody. "I want to you to be OK. I'll fix your cars. I'll fix your lives." That's what I want my friends to hear. But I can't do those things, and people can't do that for me either. We all screw up. Every once in a while, someone screws us up. That's even worse. But none of these things stops the world from spinning on it's axis, and tommorrow comes, and we get better, if we want it. My uncomfortable Indian stats professor told me I had to be bold like those stupid yippie dogs. They sit there and bark at you as if they can harm you. They are lions in their own eyes. They ARE lions if we believe them. And if we run, they will chase us. They always chase us. We just have to turn and face the devil eye to eye. Be bold. | | |
| I've said too much. Not that I've said something I shouldn't have, in the way that the phrase is most often used, but that there have been too many words spoken. Volume. When I am not connecting, words are over abundant. And I am not connecting. I said what I should have, but I have said too much. I feel poured out, but the only thing left is more pouring. That will not change, not soon. So I have said too much by saying anything at all. And saying nothing isn't much different. Neither one will be heard, neither one is able to connect. Some void between here and there is swallowing, having it's fill of my words. A deep void, a chasm that seems bottomless. No bridge has been erected fully and efforts to build one are thought impossible. Not by all, but not without all. So I speak into the chasm, not filling the nothing, not connecting to the other side. Not that I have said something I shouldn't have. But I've said too much.
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| deep (d  p) adj. - Extending far downward below a surface: a deep hole in the river ice.
- Extending far inward from an outer surface: a deep cut.
- Extending far backward from front to rear: a deep walk-in refrigerator.
- Extending far from side to side from a center: a deep yard surrounding the house.
- Far distant down or in: deep in the woods.
- Coming from or penetrating to a depth: a deep sigh.
- Sports. Located or taking place near the outer boundaries of the area of play: deep left field.
- Extending a specific distance in a given direction: snow four feet deep.
- Far distant in time or space: deep in the past.
- Difficult to penetrate or understand; recondite: a deep metaphysical theory.
- Of a mysterious or obscure nature: a deep secret; ancient and deep tribal rites.
- Very learned or intellectual; wise: a deep philosopher.
- Exhibiting great cunning or craft: deep political machinations.
- Of a grave or extreme nature: deep trouble; deepest deceit.
- Very absorbed or involved: deep in thought; deep in financial difficulties.
- Profound in quality or feeling: a deep trance; deep devotion.
- Rich and intense in shade. Used of a color: a deep red.
- Low in pitch; resonant: a deep voice.
- Covered or surrounded to a designated degree. Often used in combination: waist-deep in the water; ankle-deep in snow.
- Large in quantity or size; big: deep cuts in the budget.
- Sports. Lacking a sufficient number of capable reserve players: That team is not very deep.
adv. - To a great depth; deeply: dig deep; feelings that run deep.
- Well along in time; late: worked deep into the night.
- Sports. Close to the outer boundaries of the area of play: played deep for the first three innings; ran deep into their opponents' territory.
n. - A deep place in land or in a body of water: drowned in the deep of the river.
- A vast, immeasurable extent: the deep of outer space.
- The extent of encompassing time or space; firmament.
- The most intense or extreme part: the deep of night.
- The ocean.
- Nautical. A distance estimated in fathoms between successive marks on a sounding line.
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| I think that Autumn is the Moon's season (I hope that apostrophe is right, Erin). I mean, spring is kind of the Earth's season, and the Sun has summer. I guess the moon gets a turn. We sing about all of these seasons and their respective heavenly body, I guess (which is interesting, because I think Winter is the season for people). Once it gets cold, I remember the Moon. I think it's because they both have some sort of relation to being lonely. Cold always makes me lonely, and the Moon always looks very lonely. He hasn't had much in the way of visitors except for about 35 years ago. And have you ever really looked for the face of the Man on the Moon? I don't think he is smiling, to be honest. Not that I don't think the Moon is very happy at times, but I just don't think I've ever seen him smiling. The Moon, oddly enough, has some connection with love, perhaps, and not just because "That's amore!" Because of his loneliness, he somehow makes people feel connected. It is nice to look at the Moon, but even nicer to look at him with other people. My dad said something about a full Moon being romantic once, but I didn't believe him. Back then I had vilified the Moon with werewolves and ghosts. But the Moon has always been very nice. He is my nightlight, I think, a humble nightlight who doesn't fight for attention like the Sun, but shares it with stars. Maybe the Moon is just for dreamers, and that is why I like him. Maybe I am just dreaming all of this stuff up because that is what the Moon does. He gives us dreams. He tucks us in at night and gives us dreams. Supposedly, he gives us tides, too, but I don't like to think that is his only job. Perhaps he is just for dreamers | | |
| I saw this montage (or whatever the word is) on TV the other day during lunch, and I just stood their and cried. If you feel like watching a dad love his son, look up Team Hoyt on YouTube. I think the video is simply called "Can." O wait, this is the internet...here's the link. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ryCTIigaloQ | | |
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