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September 20, 2004

My poor, poor little blog, Blogs are somewhat like fake plants. you can neglect them and with a little dusting they're good as new.

Lots of stuff has happened lately. My grandparents' estate auction was yesterday. I took some pics. I need to mess with them some time later this week.

I bought a new domain name.

My cousin in OKC is going to have me convert some VHS home movies to DVD... not sure when he'll be getting the tapes to me but that'll be an interesting weekend project.

I have decided to go back to school and get my AA in business administration. money is the big issue right now so we'll see.. Signup for classes begins in late November.



September 02, 2004

you and all your silly english "kn......iggets"

Tonight I saw King Aurther. It was open captioned, and played in Lincoln. Those of you familiar with your geography know it's roughly 80 miles from Lincoln to Beemer. I needed to get out of the house badly. Not long ago I was encouraged to just go out by myself. That is, to not rely on my small pool of friends to provide a social life and to just go out and do things and meet people. I cannot argue with the logic behind that. I get nowhere from sitting at home.
Tonight was what I hoped was a step in the right direction. I'm doubtfull I'll reap any fruits from this outing.

The movie asks questions I've been wrestling with for some time now. Where is my place, where does my duty lie. I know from where I came, now to where am I to go? I am not free because some one gives me a document stating that I am so. No more than can another truely enslave me can they make me free. It comes from within and can only come from within.

I'm writing this post from the student union on the UNL campus. I'm not exactly supposed to be here I think but in all actuallity I am still a student. At a not too recent point in my life the campus was my home. It's changed a bit in the last year... and I no longer feel like belong. It's the same yet... different. It's not just the construction.. it's probably all in my head.

The only way I can describe how I feel at this point is frustration.... let me elaborate. I feel like there is some need or some kind of .. fluid in me (I know where the men's room is; I'm being hypothetical right now) that's unable to escape. There is an imbalance. Any atempt to correct this imbalance recently has been futile. I need a plan of attack but... ugh.

Gawain : "I can't wait to leave this island. If it's not raining, it's snowing, and if it's not snowing, it's foggy."
Lancelot : "And that's summer. "

As the movie went on I wondered..... where is my home? where do I belong? I have no bloody idea. The questioning is not so much about where my rump rests but where my heart takes me. I need to go to this hypothetical home... and I'm on a path... ugh I'm rambling again.

Arthur : "Knights! The gift of freedom is yours by right. But the home we seek resides not in some distant land, it's in us, and in our actions on this day! If this be our destiny, then so be it. But let history remember, that as free men, we chose to make it so! "

Perhaps I'm dwelling on the past .... without really dwelling on any particular event or decision. The path I took led me here. I'm not fond of this place, and I do not wish to remain here nor am I currently willing to move to different place just like it. And so I sit. I have come to the point where I must again move or disolve to nothing. Perhaps I've been grasping for something that is irrelevent to what I'm truely in need of.

and the trend continues .. more questions than answers.

The North Star will always be there to guide you. That dosn't mean you follow it. It always points north, you must know for yourself what direction to travel.


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