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testrunfun — Fri, 29 May 2009 14:34:13 +0000

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Stomping the Yard or Garbage.

testrunfun — Fri, 29 May 2009 02:09:00 +0000

Summer officially begins in June, but it feels like it’s already upon us. Summer brings fresh beginnings. For me, it’s going to be a summer home. As of this morning, my current home contains me and me only. All the rooms are barren of furniture and belongings. My room will hold onto my things and me for a couple more days until I move down the road. New roommates, new home, new atmosphere. stoked.

365 Minus 144 Photos.

testrunfun — Wed, 27 May 2009 17:27:00 +0000

I was persuaded into starting one of those photo a day challenges. I haven’t spent time with my camera in some time, so my hope is that this will get me into that groove again. Also, I’d like to see my photography improve. Practice makes perfect.

What does this have to do with the blog? Expects pictures up the twiddle dee twiddle dum.

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5 Seeds.

testrunfun — Tue, 26 May 2009 02:25:00 +0000

I have five seeds that sit on my window sill. They sit there quietly, biding their time until they are placed in a more hospitable habitat. I’m not sure what I’m going to do with them. When I first found them I reactively decided to throw them out, but then hesitated. These seeds could produce any sort of vegetation. It is entirely plausible for these seeds to birth a mighty tree or rare breed of talking flower. Am I doing the world a great disservice by not planting these seedlings? Or maybe they are poisonous seedlings that will cause turmoil and strife wherever they grow. These are the types of questions and thoughts I need to mull over before I make an absolute decision. I will let you know of the outcome at a later date, until then they shall sit.

September, The First Day Of School

testrunfun — Sun, 24 May 2009 20:29:00 +0000

My child and I hold hands on the way to school,
And when I leave him at the first-grade door
He cries a little but is brave; he does
Let go. My selfish tears remind me how
I cried before that door a life ago.
I may have had a hard time letting go.

Each fall the children must endure together
What every child also endures alone:
Learning the alphabet, the integers,
Three dozen bits and pieces of a stuff
So arbitrary, so peremptory,
That worlds invisible and visible

Bow down before it, as in Joseph’s dream
The sheaves bowed down and then the stars bowed down
Before the dreaming of a little boy.
That dream got him such hatred of his brothers
As cost the greater part of life to mend,
And yet great kindness came of it in the end.

A school is where they grind the grain of thought,
And grind the children who must mind the thought.
It may be those two grindings are but one,
As from the alphabet come Shakespeare’s Plays,
As from the integers comes Euler’s Law,
As from the whole, inseperably, the lives,

The shrunken lives that have not been set free
By law or by poetic phantasy.
But may they be. My child has disappeared
Behind the schoolroom door. And should I live
To see his coming forth, a life away,
I know my hope, but do not know its form

Nor hope to know it. May the fathers he finds
Among his teachers have a care of him
More than his father could. How that will look
I do not know, I do not need to know.
Even our tears belong to ritual.
But may great kindness come of it in the end.

-Howard Nemerov

When I am lucky, I mean really really lucky I get a call from my boss asking if I can wake up at 5:30 in the morning to work the before school starts shift. I don’t talk much during the shift, because my body doesn’t truly awaken until around 8ish. So I sit on the table and watch the parents drop their children off. Some farewells are all smiles but others remind me of this poem.

I got a new computer.

testrunfun — Sat, 23 May 2009 17:14:00 +0000

and i think it might be a robot spy.

Get up and Move

testrunfun — Wed, 20 May 2009 18:00:00 +0000

What should we be doing with ourselves?

Lately I’ve been reading more on this subject than usual. Whenever I have one recurring thought sifting around it seems that I become bombarded with readings or conversations that add to the ever growing thought-dune. Maybe because its graduation season or maybe because I’m sensitive to it there seems to be more talk about what people ought to be doing with their life. Or maybe this is a constant conversation throughout the world or at least western societies. When I was younger I had the idea that once this question was answered it would leave you. But now I realize that this question will follow each of us through our lives looking for an answer and once the answer has been given it will be used to evaluate and shape our lives.

I have friends who have graduated and those that will become graduates soon and I’ve come to witness two types of graduates. The first type is the graduate with a plan. They are taking up jobs, traveling around the world, and jumping right into life. Then there is the second type, the waiting graduate. Waiting, waiting, waiting. Depending on the circumstance waiting is not always bad, but if you are going to sit on your bottom for some treasure to plop in your lap you are foolish. That isn’t going to happen.

When I first moved out of my parent’s home I moved to the small coastal city of Santa Barbara. My experience in Santa Barbara was critical in the making of who I am today. The first few months that I lived there I sat. I was of the second type sitting quietly biding my time until I received my prize. I sat in hopes for friends. I sat in hopes for a job. I wanted a lot of things to happen, but instead of seeking my desires I sat. Needless to say, nothing happened. It was during those few months that I realized that we as individuals are given the will to steer our lives. Nothing is accomplished, if everyone is waiting for another to take the initiative. Part of my reason for sitting was in the belief that God would pick you up and carry you in the direction that he wanted. Thankfully I eventually learned this isn’t the case at all. God helps point us in the directions that He wants but He’s not going to be able to guide you if you aren’t moving.

This is just a rehashing of what more eloquent writers have already said, but it needs to be said until us sitters get it through those thick heads of ours. Stop sitting, go out there and make things happen.

advice.

testrunfun — Tue, 19 May 2009 19:59:00 +0000

Dear readers,

Have you parked on a hill lately? Remember to cramp those tires!

-tyler

p.s. cramping can be defined as a painful sensation in your muscles or an unneeded technical term for turning your wheels towards the curb.

Billabong Pro Teahupoo

testrunfun — Tue, 19 May 2009 17:57:00 +0000

Billabong Pro Teahupoo is knocking out their final heats before the Quarters today in Tahiti.

The surf is looking average and not the Teahupoo slab that we often see. Should still be interesting, as the day is starting off with Andy Irons against Bobby Martinez. I’m rooting for Santa Barbara raised Bobby.

Aliens and an Apocalyptic Earth

testrunfun — Sun, 17 May 2009 01:30:00 +0000

Two movies that are bringing the stoke.

District Nine.

The Road was written by Cormac McCarthy, the literary genius behind No Country for Old Men and Blood Meridian. If you haven’t had the chance to read any of McCarthy’s work I would suggest starting with The Road. It’s easier to consume than some of his other works, as McCarthy has a way with using words that most never knew existed. The Road is a work that once started can not be set down. It’s the story of father and son in a ruined world. The trailer portrays the story as an apocalyptic action plot, which it is not. I hope they stay true to the plot and feeling of the book in this movie adaptation. Nonetheless, I am excited to see this movie. Read the book before you watch the movie!