December 2010
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I just received an update from one of my favorite teachers Mr. O’Day. Together with Christmas rapidly approaching, this has got me thinking. Mr. O’Day in many ways lead the life I wish to have myself. He and his wife have always had itchy feet and seldom stay for long in one place. I’ve spent my life until now in a similar manner, having lived no longer than 4 years in one city....
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And I’m feeling good
I’m feeling reeeal harmonic at the moment. My friends are sitting next to me playing a round of their confusing Magic game, from my headphones stream the rare evidence that Lady Gaga is actually a talented musician, and as of today I’m done buying all christmas gifts. In addition, we finally got our hands on a batch of KNO3 needed for our rocket propellant,...
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Forgive us now for what we’ve done It started out as a bit of fun Here take these before we run away The keys to the Gulag I’m having trouble deciding whether O Children by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds is the perfect song for this season or not. On one hand it’s gloomy and difficult, on the other I just find it so smooth and calming. I’m not a big fan of regular Christmas...
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Losing Keys - Jack Johnson
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In the clearing stands a boxer And a fighter by his trade And he carries the reminders Of ev’ry glove that layed him down Or cut him till he cried out In his anger and his shame “I am leaving, I am leaving” But the fighter still remains
The Boxer - Simon & Garfunkel
As promised, albeit a little late, here’s...
My dear friend Mr. Erik unfortunately fell ill last weekend, and has been away for the past few days. In mere boredom he wrote the following text to me, and I found it well worth publishing here:
Erik grabbed Carl’s arm. Even though he was at deaths door, his grip was firm and unrelenting. He beckoned for Carl to come closer. Carl paniced and obliged the dying man. He heard the words...
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Rediscovering some Damien Rice favorites. I’ll upload this song tomorrow:
You can hold her hand And show her how you cry Explain to her your weakness So she understands And then roll over and die
You can brave decisions Before you crumble up inside Spend your time asking everyone else’s permission Then run away and hide
Or you can sit on chimneys Put some fire up your ass No need to...
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