tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89918190350831259132024-03-13T16:33:29.400-06:00the little lund that could.journeys through daily experience.mustdestroyalltraceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17772687190513658700noreply@blogger.comBlogger98125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991819035083125913.post-18731698321590281542023-10-05T18:38:00.001-06:002023-10-05T18:38:05.237-06:00wowza.<p> <span style="background-color: white; color: #111111; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 40px;">4 years, 6 months and 21 days!</span></p>mustdestroyalltraceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17772687190513658700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991819035083125913.post-36776048971069794092019-03-04T15:37:00.001-07:002019-03-04T15:37:21.766-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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mustdestroyalltraceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17772687190513658700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991819035083125913.post-88894267279685335552014-09-12T06:45:00.001-06:002014-09-12T06:49:32.669-06:00another abandoned blog.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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it's been two years, six months, and seven days since i last posted on this blog.<br />
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i don't plan on coming back to it or posting anything else anytime soon. after randomly stumbling across it this morning, though, i thought i'd just throw something up to acknowledge that it's still here, clogging up its own little corner of the internet.<br />
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see you in another two years,<br />
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mustdestroyalltraceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17772687190513658700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991819035083125913.post-8728626887886046932012-03-05T20:39:00.006-07:002012-03-05T20:47:07.243-07:00the lady and the anchor<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SpzDJcQM98k/T1V1-nONezI/AAAAAAAABKw/N7_r2EpDg7E/s1600/anchor+lady.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SpzDJcQM98k/T1V1-nONezI/AAAAAAAABKw/N7_r2EpDg7E/s320/anchor+lady.jpg" width="176" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-size: large;">"<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: left;">i wasn't made for farmland but for bilge water and sails </span></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><b><i>i long to see such foreign lands and drink exotic ales"</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">a while ago, i did a post in which i explained how nice it is when a work of art can live past its inspiration and begin being being more fluid in meaning (you can find it <a href="http://mustdestroyalltraces.blogspot.com/2010/09/fluid-inspirations.html">here</a>). in this post, i present another song i wrote several years ago, though this one hasn't so much changed in meaning but been updated in application. it was written about, or at least inspired by, graduate school (you'll find in <a href="http://mustdestroyalltraces.blogspot.com/search?q=grad+school">another post</a> an explanation of my feelings about going on after my bachelor). i wrote it toying with the idea of taking a breather from school after i graduated. the song is basically about the fact that i wasn't made for school, but after i've lived a little more, i think i'll be ready for it. there were plenty of liberties taken once the song started taking shape, so don't read into it too much. still, i think it can offer some insight on what in the world i'm on about. the character speaking is indeed speaking to a girl, but the song was not inspired by a university. as a matter of interest, you may find it amusing to know that while writing it i always referred to the girl in question as 'washington.' i was pretty eager to get into <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/University_of_Washington">uw</a>. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">i share this now because i'm finally graduating, and off to sea, so to speak. perhaps you can relate in one way or another, or perhaps not, but hopefully you can enjoy it a bit either way.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">oh, i'm going to the sea</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">for it's been calling out to me</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">and i'll return as a man and not this boy that i have been</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">for my soul longs to be free</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">and on the waters it may be</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">and i'll be yours if you'll be mine when i am home again</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">i wasn't made for farmland but for bilge water and sails </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">i long to see such foreign lands and drink exotic ales</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">but this shore has held me faster than a thousand earthly jails</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">but that freighter seems a file for these bars</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">and while some will scoff and doubt </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">i tell you soon i will be out</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">and i'll trade in my old compass for a sextant and the stars </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">for i'm going to the sea</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">for it's been calling out to me</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">and i'll return as a man and not this boy that i have been</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">for my soul longs to be free</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">and on the waters it may be</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">and i'll be yours if you'll be mine when i am home again</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">i feel it's only fate to wear an anchor on my arm</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">and a lady on the other to dance to my guitar</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">but rest assured there's no need for upset or for alarm</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">for i tell you my intentions still are true</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">for as we see her pouty lips and watch her saucy swaying hips</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">the men will dream of maidens past and i will think of you</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">my darling lover, dear, it breaks my heart to see you cry</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">but to say i wish i needn't go t'would truly be a lie</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">for i was meant to sail these seas as sure as birds are meant to fly</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">and as every bird must leave its nest i too must say goodbye</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">oh i wish that i could have you, i wish i could somehow</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">but the truth is that this boy i am, i cannot have you now</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">but when i return, a sailor, with beard and heavier brow</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">i pray then that these fickle gods our romance will allow</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">so i am going to the sea</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">for it's been calling out to me</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">and i'll return as a man and not this boy that i have been</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">for my soul longs to be free</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">and on the waters it may be</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">and i'll be yours if you'll be mine when i am home again</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">yes i'm going to the sea for i'm still longing to be free</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">these legs were never meant to stay on land</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">and when i come home to thee</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">i hope and pray i'll be</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">a l</span><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">over and a sailor that is worthy of thy hand</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">here's to another six month gap til my next entry,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">trace.</span></div>mustdestroyalltraceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17772687190513658700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991819035083125913.post-52306660205413468812012-02-23T19:38:00.000-07:002012-02-23T19:38:03.926-07:00balding.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: small;">balding i am, more scalp do i see.</span></div><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: small;"><div style="text-align: center;">in not far future, bald i will be,</div><div style="text-align: center;">but i face with face what comes to me</div><div style="text-align: center;">as wind survived by rooted tree.</div><div style="text-align: center;">as this hair leaves, chops i'll grow--</div><span class="text_exposed_show"><div style="text-align: center;">twill from my crown to jawline flow.</div><div style="text-align: center;">yes, what old men have learned, i soon will show;</div><div style="text-align: center;">hair will come, and hair will go.</div></span></span></span></h6></div>mustdestroyalltraceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17772687190513658700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991819035083125913.post-14223577117832030752011-09-21T13:14:00.002-06:002011-09-21T13:18:20.886-06:00in silence find we meaning (includes episode three three in one project).<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2lX6zNSnD78/Tno3dg-Xy5I/AAAAAAAAAhY/fvCLxZFAseU/s1600/lao.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="178" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2lX6zNSnD78/Tno3dg-Xy5I/AAAAAAAAAhY/fvCLxZFAseU/s200/lao.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>"silence is a source of great strength."</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b> <b>--lao tzu</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>(that means this blog has grown very powerful.)</i></div><br />
it's been a while. even by my standards. a lot has gone on since june twentieth, but not too much that you'll care about, so i'll streamline.<br />
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first of all, there are two musical projects that i need to get posted. the first was another three in one project. they're already on facebook, but in case you missed them (heaven forbid), here they are (there's more blog-vomit to read after the videos, if you're interested).<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <b>"he's all ober this."</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/Esai15lMBfw?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">the other musical project was my one in seven project. that is, one album in seven days. the whole thing is extremely rough, but at the end of the seven was a collection of thirteen tracks. i'll do another post for those soon, but if you want the album, just get a hold of me and i'll e-mail the whole thing to you in mp3. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5UYfIU_OPqY/Tnoo-fO0F7I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/fZLZxmORhvo/s1600/290451_2435044674359_1198963635_33071702_4512849_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5UYfIU_OPqY/Tnoo-fO0F7I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/fZLZxmORhvo/s200/290451_2435044674359_1198963635_33071702_4512849_o.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">beyond the world of music, i've had a few entertaining experiences. i trained for and was able to finish a sprint length triathlon and a half marathon over the last few weekends. my times were unimpressive in comparison to most people in my age bracket, but for me and my habitually sedentary self, these are nice accomplishments. my right ankle didn't take as kindly to my half marathon, so i've been neglecting the running as of late. however, i'm taking a swimming class this semester which has been a great thing. it's basically a required bit of exercise every few days, and its helping improve my awful swim times. win win. i do have to use the locker room though... so win win lose, i suppose. just the same, it's a great time (the pool--not the locker room).</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">and the last bit of big news, i'm graduating in december. this is exciting, though also terrifying as i read dozens of articles noting that graduates are having a difficult time finding jobs, and likely will for some time. in case your graduating soon and would like some halloween reading:</div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://ireport.cnn.com/docs/DOC-325566">college graduates unemployed.</a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://ireport.cnn.com/docs/DOC-648292?ref=feeds%2Fcategory%2Fpolitics">no job for college graduates, so why go?</a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/education-14758464">increase in unemployed graduates.</a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.cnn.com/2011/OPINION/05/19/vanhorn.zukin.jobs/index.html">fresh out of college, slim hope for a job.</a></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">and the personal favorite:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://money.cnn.com/2011/09/16/news/economy/bloomberg_jobs_riots/index.htm">jobs crisis could spark riots here</a></div><div style="text-align: left;">if i don't get a job, at least i can get tear gassed. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">still, i'm really excited to graduate. i confess, worksheets are becoming a greater and greater challenge to complete. besides, we all know what happens after i graduate--the chops return and remain in triumph!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-otDMGk1AI9w/Tno1h_HC7TI/AAAAAAAAAhU/M72EUKp2J48/s1600/chops.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="153" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-otDMGk1AI9w/Tno1h_HC7TI/AAAAAAAAAhU/M72EUKp2J48/s400/chops.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">--trace.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">this is episode two of my three in one project. in case you missed the first one, you can find it <a href="http://mustdestroyalltraces.blogspot.com/2011/05/three-in-one-project-episode-one-may-28.html">here</a>. with the </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">explanation given already, i'll cut straight to the tracks. hope you enjoy. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">or are at least mildly amused.</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><b>"turtles and hellhounds."</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzrpGdm0SmPtG4D8K7BPNQE8gIQpiQEdEh3FytA3skJ71AA90xqaqL3dtPiAjgj5yIsT-hMycsAynPKrVQdwA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">this song's suggestion by annie. quote: "a chipper/catchy song, with lyrics narrating some pathetic event as it unfolds before our eyes? i.e. a dog eating your birthday cake."<br />
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thanks again for the suggestion.<br />
song title: turtles and hellhounds.</span></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><b>"dewey's departure."</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzzkDW9avUDYgaPSgl77P8H0IVuNpH4ic9KdnKrdpoATKZX5gZNp1cReMGpQH6378JRyi1rYqTJ8O7MCnsp6w' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">this song's suggestion by neil. quote: " Dewey's first day at army camp, he is sad, misses his friends trace and neil, and he relizes he forgot his pants."<br />
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thanks again for the suggestion.<br />
song title: dewey's departure.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
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</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">"thundering cultural hall."</span></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxt7-3ArDhfpl9knBv3dWmf2sjYA7TMrv86lOS6DW25R7b6QycWxulLqlXsNAwjZiaBwEffhqcBAmgwRj-5Iw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">this song's suggestion by steve. quote: "44 dwarves and a bearded woman playing church ball in the thunder dome.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;">"</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;">thanks again for the suggestion.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">song title: thundering cultural hall.</span></span></div></div>mustdestroyalltraceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17772687190513658700noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991819035083125913.post-66485329910650913322011-06-01T17:16:00.002-06:002011-06-01T17:22:37.561-06:00fifty thousand words.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oahfw4JuSvQ/TebIGKgfHmI/AAAAAAAAAgY/sxQNJ8aeQn8/s1600/stephen-king-reading.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oahfw4JuSvQ/TebIGKgfHmI/AAAAAAAAAgY/sxQNJ8aeQn8/s200/stephen-king-reading.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><b><span class="body"><br />
</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><b><span class="body">"when asked, 'how do you write?' I invariably answer, 'one word at a time.'</span>"</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><b>-stephen king.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">today i'm beginning my june project. rather than sitting around to relax in my scheduled downtime, my goal is to write a novel (albeit an awful one) in that time instead. this was inspired by a few things: the first is that fact that i've been meaning to write a novel for several years now; the second is wanting my downtime to go towards something besides high scores; and lastly, the suggestion of my friend eric. eric gave me a lead to national novel writing month (<a href="http://www.nanowrimo.org/">http://www.nanowrimo.org/</a>), which basically is an event that invites you to take one month and write a novel (at least fifty-thousand words in length) from scratch, start to finish. the actual month takes place in november, but i decided to give it a solo run in june--we all know i'm impatient.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">for my mother's sake, i'll remind you it's a downtime project, and my schoolwork, work, etc. come before it. just the fact that i'll have a pet project for a month is a wonderful thought. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">it will never be published, likely never be read. but it'll be written--that's worth something, right?</span>mustdestroyalltraceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17772687190513658700noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991819035083125913.post-2818258747537639582011-05-29T10:39:00.003-06:002011-06-20T11:14:15.565-06:00three in one project: episode one. (may 28, 2011; 21:51-22:51)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wk59FE-oZUI/TeJwqqdJA6I/AAAAAAAAAgU/gHV8cHUHipw/s1600/200px-Henrymiller.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wk59FE-oZUI/TeJwqqdJA6I/AAAAAAAAAgU/gHV8cHUHipw/s200/200px-Henrymiller.jpg" width="133" /></a></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">"<span class="body">all growth is a leap in the dark, a spontaneous unpremeditated act without benefit of experience."</span></span></b></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="body"><span style="font-size: small;">--</span></span></span></b><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="body"><b><span style="font-size: small;">henry miller.</span></b></span></span><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="body"> </span></span></b></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="body"></span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="body"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">for a long time, i've been trying to find a venue/excuse/program of forcing creativity. those of you who've followed me or this blog will recognize these in some of my failed efforts of past including<span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b><span style="font-size: small;">"the real reason for notebooks" and "the weekly wikicast." anyway, i may have stumbled onto one yesterday that i can actually do and keep up. i've decided to call it the "three in one project."</span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="body"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">the three in one project is this: obtain three ideas for songs from exterior sources and write these three songs in one hour. following the hour, the songs are recorded and posted. </span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="body"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">the idea came, the invitation posted, songs written, then recorded and posted within a few hours (compliments of the time it took to collect three ideas via a facebook status update and technical difficulties in recording them). the songs were written in the hour, though, and now i've three songs as a result. i've posted them below.</span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="body"><span style="font-size: small;">hugs,</span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="body"><span style="font-size: small;">trace.</span></span></span><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="body"></span></span></b></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"></div></div>mustdestroyalltraceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17772687190513658700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991819035083125913.post-25951069564422903472011-05-16T13:51:00.004-06:002011-05-16T13:54:58.822-06:00wintermute.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ArqbiIbm7Es/TdF-pv3sOcI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/6PtDHZ1FAJM/s1600/Untitled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="138" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ArqbiIbm7Es/TdF-pv3sOcI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/6PtDHZ1FAJM/s200/Untitled.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">"measure twice, cut once."</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">--zion base founder</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">(<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neuromancer"><i>neuromancer</i></a>, william gibson) </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;">for time first time in a long time, if ever, i'm in a spot where i need to organize on a level far past my experience. this is in no small part due to the fact that much of my planning is reliant on computers. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;">i've an able enough hand at hum-drum activities on a computer, but utilizing them for planning and record keeping (activities i typically reserve for paper and pen) is a matter foreign to me. so... what to do? it's strange that one of the greatest challenges of my near future is becoming more familiar with computers where for the past three years, i've been more than competent. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;">for better or worse, me and my lappie will be getting to know each other even better. we'll see what happens.</span><br />
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i remember once getting a box of orange tic tacs when i was about twelve years old. my brother worked at the vans shoes shop in the local outlet mall and i'd gone with my dad to pick him up, making a pit stop at a gas station along the way. my father was kind enough to let me grab a treat of some sort, and i bought the box of orange tic tacs.<br />
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for whatever reason, the wait was a little longer than my twelve year old self had planned on and by the time we had picked up my brother and made our way home, i'd gotten through more than half the container. when my mother found out she was none too pleased and informed me that "they're breath mints, not candy. you can't just eat them like skittles."<br />
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i've a box of tic tacs i've been working on for the last few days. i just barely hit half empty.<br />
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my mother would be proud.</div>mustdestroyalltraceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17772687190513658700noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991819035083125913.post-40610278366635441002011-03-11T12:51:00.004-07:002011-03-11T14:07:52.226-07:00l'blog pour l'blog.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iLPVsEzExsc/TXp_iwUx3HI/AAAAAAAAAgE/Pgg4caB9qp0/s1600/Human-Factor-French-Guy-Wearing-a-Hat-and-Scarf-63226.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iLPVsEzExsc/TXp_iwUx3HI/AAAAAAAAAgE/Pgg4caB9qp0/s320/Human-Factor-French-Guy-Wearing-a-Hat-and-Scarf-63226.jpg" width="214" /></a></div><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>"l'art pour l'art."</b></span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">("<b>art for art's sake.")</b></span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>--french slogan (source debated) </b></span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">i recently was reading my friend <a href="http://socialexplosion.blogspot.com/">laura's blog</a> where she discussed the<a href="http://socialexplosion.blogspot.com/2011/03/bookends.html"> purposes behind her blogging</a>. it was a good read, and had me start thinking the my own blog's roots. my <a href="http://mustdestroyalltraces.blogspot.com/2009/01/apple-portal.html">first blog post</a> was four sentences long.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">quote: </span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>disaster has struck, and i'm now a "blogger." or, you could take the immature route and think that i'm a "booger." i personally think that's the funnier option.<br />
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and on that note, my first blog post is complete.</i></span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">this was the beginning of something that has now been in progress for two years,one month, and fifteen days as of the time of this post. while this description may make it sound like some sort of noble quest, you, my two readers, surely know otherwise. what it is, in fact, is a little nook of lund on the net. a place for me to ramble and for you to wish i didn't. </span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">this blog has roots in things since passed and addressed in posts previous in a variety of, at times <a href="http://mustdestroyalltraces.blogspot.com/2009/08/roast-mutton.html">absurd or stupid, ways</a>. at these times i mainly wanted an outlet besides punching a wall. nowadays, however, i find myself punching fewer walls and needing less frequent bizarre allegories.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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so why do i keep this up, my dear two readers?</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">l'blog pour l'blog.</span></div></div>mustdestroyalltraceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17772687190513658700noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991819035083125913.post-29809319902822899702011-02-28T13:34:00.000-07:002011-02-28T13:34:47.656-07:00the point (radio version).<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-tOYRPH_9raM/TWv6ge635CI/AAAAAAAAAf8/4qQaeQEk8rE/s1600/john-osborne-1971.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-tOYRPH_9raM/TWv6ge635CI/AAAAAAAAAf8/4qQaeQEk8rE/s200/john-osborne-1971.jpg" width="165" /></a></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">"it is easy to answer the ultimate questions - it saves you bothering with the immediate ones."</span></b></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">--john osborne</span></span></b><b><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b></div><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">i just wrote about two pages worth of fury notes animating my feelings toward math, the math department, and the remarkably frustrating feeling of your effort having no bearing on your grade.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">after writing this, though, i realized that it would be of little interest to you, my two readers, so instead of posting it, i did as i have in the past--i e-mailed it to myself for keeping and am replacing the post with a brief description of what the original said, along with something that i found to cheer me up and hopefully brighten your day, if only just a little.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">and what brightened my day? shaolin monks, of course! here's a taste of what i'm watching, but youtube is stuffed with other clips. what a time.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">hope it buoys up your day like it did mine.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">best,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">trace.</span></span></div>mustdestroyalltraceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17772687190513658700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991819035083125913.post-70082067289979052062011-02-22T22:09:00.005-07:002011-02-22T22:55:04.423-07:00tuesdays with little trace.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">there are times i look at my life, goals, etc., and wonder to myself what little trace would think them. would my high school self be pleased with my college self?</span></span><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;"> in some cases i'm thrilled when my current track matches what little trace would have hoped for and saddened when the two diverge. other times, i'm extremely grateful when they are different and a little saddened when they're one in the same.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;">this year, though, i've been looking a bit more to my high school self for wisdom that i may have lost since i stopped putting elmer's glue in my hair. my priorities have undergone some substantial reevaluation and plans i've taken for granted a good portion of my college career i've been inclined to reconsider. this is no small part thanks to some recent reminiscing as i went through old junk and yearbooks, as well as taking the time remember back to what i wanted from life when i was sixteen.</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HJQ1upmiz4o/TWSVXLEWJOI/AAAAAAAAAf0/UYU_4VWuvqw/s1600/Goldfinger-Stomping_Ground_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HJQ1upmiz4o/TWSVXLEWJOI/AAAAAAAAAf0/UYU_4VWuvqw/s200/Goldfinger-Stomping_Ground_3.jpg" width="200" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;">some goals of little trace, ranging from childhood through adolescence*:</span><br />
<ul style="text-align: left;"><li><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;">speak a foreign language (several if possible).</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;">live overseas.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;">play music beyond drumming along with my cd collection.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;">study something when i get to college that was as much about being cool as paying the bills. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;">learn some sort of martial art.</span><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;"> </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;">wear glasses.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;">be famous in a way that meant i could see my name in the news without seeing my picture.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;">be just like my older brother.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;">never admit to the last point.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;">consistently stick it to the man. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;">get rich and donate a large chunk of my wealth to a worthwhile cause. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;">eat a lot of foreign food that looks or smells disgusting.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;">finish with school quickly so i can get on with my life.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;">go <a href="http://mustdestroyalltraces.blogspot.com/2010/12/jane-and-pandora.html">vegan</a>.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;">go bald.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;">shave my head once i go bald.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;">learn to juggle pins.</span><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;"> </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;">get a bunch of tattoos.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;">have a job where i worked with people rather than papers. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;">have a family. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;">have a dog.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;">live punk rock til the day i die.</span></li>
</ul><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;">now. some of these things make lots of sense. i've wanted to learn karate or some other martial art since i saw <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/3_Ninjas_%28film%29"><i>3 ninjas</i></a> as a child and the vegan ideology was big with a lot of the bands i listened to. others, such as "go bald," i have to question--especially as they seem to be coming to fruition with or without my wanting them to. either way, as i've reviewed these priorities and others i've made some changes and undertaken some new efforts. this is because, in some (but not all) ways, little trace was much wiser than balding trace (also known as current trace). </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;">since i <a href="http://mustdestroyalltraces.blogspot.com/2009/12/scientific-method.html">abandoned my plan for med school</a> back in the day, i've run with the assumption that i'd be going to school until i got a phd in some field of psychology. why? a few reasons: i didn't want to feel like i failed in not going to med school, and a phd in some branch of psychology, i felt, would prove that i hadn't; i love psychology and figured more of it would be all the better; and i had no idea what else i'd do if i didn't go to grad school. so why am i no longer feeling this way? first and foremost, because i hate school. i love learning, i love research, i love reading, i love many of the people i've been able to work with, and so much more. what have i hated? the school portion of my learning. i can spend hours on the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random">random article generator</a> of wikipedia and on link connections (which, to my discredit, happens more than i'd like to admit) but i genuinely struggle at times with reading ten pages of a text book. however, more than this (somewhat sad) reason, are reasons number two and three.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;">reason two: somewhere in my academic progression i forgot that i wanted to work with people and not paper--which is exactly the opposite of what i started planning to do as of a year and a half ago. as i reviewed the goals of traces past, this came to my attention, and it sincerely shook me. i've since began making plans for how i can work with people as i wanted to for the majority of my life. what does that mean? well, hopefully it means that i'll be able to work with the people of other countries in developing programs and establishments that are needed. whether or not this particular career path is what i end up in, it's far closer to what i really want to do than anything i've planned on in the last few years. </span><br />
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reason three: i want to start doing things instead of studying for the next four to five years because i can't think of anything else to do. that was an extremely stupid reason for wanting to go to grad school, and i'm a little embarrassed to admit that it was a key reason to my wanting to go to grad school. i don't know what i'll be able to do when i graduate, and i very well may wind up furthering my education in a formal university setting sometime in the future, but not now.</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xhvxXgqtEaw/TWSWku9XJYI/AAAAAAAAAf4/ZQG_TRsSDLw/s1600/10158-01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="217" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xhvxXgqtEaw/TWSWku9XJYI/AAAAAAAAAf4/ZQG_TRsSDLw/s320/10158-01.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;">this has been the major change (or collection of changes) that's come from my re-acquaintance with little trace, but others are also present. i've signed up for a basic martial arts course after approximately eighteen years of wanting to do so (bringing me one step closer to my dream of competing in a fighting tournament ala <i><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bloodsport_%28film%29">bloodsport</a></i>), i've started downloading french webcasts to listen to in a baby-steps effort to learn french, and i've started undertaking other efforts that i feel my little self would be pleased to learn of. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;">at the end of the day, i've been reminded of what i really wanted to do and be by what i use to do and be. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;">to my dear, unpleasant, punk rocking sixteen year old trace, i give my sincere thanks and apologies for not getting in touch with you sooner. i also apologize for not living up to some of your goals and aspirations that i won't be returning to--you'll understand why when you get to the point where you write this blog.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;">best wishes,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;">bigger little trace.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: x-small;">*some goals from earlier childhood were initially included, but ultimately omitted from the main list to avoid confusion. they were: live on an island with monkeys, marry megan c. from my fourth grade class, own a racing motorcycle, </span><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: x-small;"> and play for the utah jazz or be an astronaut if i didn't make the team.</span></div>mustdestroyalltraceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17772687190513658700noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991819035083125913.post-65145107067300841712011-01-16T12:53:00.002-07:002011-01-16T12:55:18.370-07:00dr. dohn m. denison secondary school.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbgYtjne58/TTM8ELU6ZyI/AAAAAAAAAfc/oHhCz9roOR4/s1600/wolfie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbgYtjne58/TTM8ELU6ZyI/AAAAAAAAAfc/oHhCz9roOR4/s1600/wolfie.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">"Dr. J.M. Denison S.S. is a public <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/High_school" title="High school">high school</a> in the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/York_Region_District_School_Board" title="York Region District School Board">York Region District School Board</a> located on 135 Bristol Rd, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Newmarket,_Ontario" title="Newmarket, Ontario">Newmarket, Ontario</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Canada" title="Canada">Canada</a> and it opened in 1989. Additions were built in 1991, and a new technological studies wing was completed in late 2009. The school is just south of the border between Newmarket and <a class="mw-redirect" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/East_Gwillimbury,_Ontario" title="East Gwillimbury, Ontario">East Gwillimbury</a>, but the school address is in Newmarket."</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">--<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dr._John_M._Denison_Secondary_School">wikipedia</a> </span></b></div><b><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></b><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">sometimes i'll commit to doing thing only because it'll make me do something i wouldn't do if i just had to say yes or no at the moment of the opportunity. such is the case with a local music venue's singer/songwriter competition. i received an e-mail last monday saying that they were having a week long equivalent to a battle of the bands where five (i think) people will play a twenty minute set of their original stuff. winner for audience and judge's choice. realizing it was an interesting opportunity, but i wouldn't do it if i got there and didn't have to, i immediately wrote back and signed up. so now i have to, which is a good thing. it's intimidating, but i'll survive at any rate.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">the predicament this puts me in now is what songs to play. my current game plan is to do two songs on guitar and then two to three (depending on time) on the ukelele. i'm deciding on my guitar ones, as i've a few i can readily use. however, my ukelele ones present an opportunity to spew some creativity as i've got two songs with the music laid out that i would love to use, but no lyrics as of yet for either. so i'm looking for things to write about. wikipedia's random <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random">article generator</a> (a favorite passtime)has been helpful for this sort of thing in the past (and is the source of the article at the top of the page), but it's still not proving very helpful. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">so. here's the scoop. i'm posting two songs up with their working titles i had pertaining to where they might go. it would be very helpful for me if you could post a comment stating what each, or one of the songs make you think of so i can possibly use it as a basis for writing the lyrics. you can feel free to use the working titles as a basis for your ideas, or forget the titles altogether. if i choose yours, you won't get much out of it... but i'll mention your name and buy you a soda sometime. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">the songs. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">(oh, and as a sidenote, these aren't the whole of the songs, just the gist so you get the general feeling. also, i look angry in both videos. i'm not sure why that is.)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">good day to grow a beard.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzDjwJKEZKaiBjfwaulK0uqANo94V9eEj7_p4fgbFPQmVnCbrE2NmwTsBrJsm0jHBlzeskZYE-I8XfeuAJiQQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">thanks again in advance.</span></div>mustdestroyalltraceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17772687190513658700noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991819035083125913.post-35530781295832529092011-01-08T17:58:00.013-07:002011-01-08T18:14:41.821-07:00flourescent gore.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbgYtjne58/TSkGcC2Kr-I/AAAAAAAAAfY/ineEOFSPpkg/s1600/clock+on+brown.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="256" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbgYtjne58/TSkGcC2Kr-I/AAAAAAAAAfY/ineEOFSPpkg/s320/clock+on+brown.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">poetry is a habit of mine that fluctuates in its frequency. typically it comes when i've a few minutes to spare or my mind is wandering. because of this, bedside scraps of paper and math notebooks tend to attract a lot of it. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">i think i'm going to start posting some of it from time to time (starting with this post) to help keep them somewhere that isn't as readily lost or thrown away. also, it may help flesh out the blog with some more regular posts. or perhaps just flood it with garbage. but if i was afraid of posting garbage, i wouldn't both posting anymore. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">in less than a minute you will change--</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">color soon will rearrange</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">from the red shapes on black i saw before</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">and again you'll adjust in a minute more. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">electric black and florescent gore,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">the devil's cattle on on a midnight range.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> yes, you've no hands to tell of time.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> you need them not, small clock of mine. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">bean of light</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">kidney bean on my wall,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">what's your point in being?<br />
have you a goal you're chasing?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">have you a fear you're fleeing?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">or is fate with you agreeing</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">and softening you with good intentions?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">or do i label you with my own fears and contentions?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">you're likely just another false projection i am seeing.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> i confess, the latter smacks more true,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> but i feel less concern for me than you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">p.s.--a quick note: though i love poetry, i've never been able to take it very seriously. feel free to read </span><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">anything you like </span><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">into this stuff, but know that what i put into it is of consistently shallow substance.</span>mustdestroyalltraceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17772687190513658700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991819035083125913.post-86894394430668919652011-01-05T10:10:00.001-07:002011-01-05T10:11:28.113-07:00captain ahab.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbgYtjne58/TSSkmnwKB0I/AAAAAAAAAfE/wDo035i6-l4/s1600/the+ahab+cartoon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="263" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbgYtjne58/TSSkmnwKB0I/AAAAAAAAAfE/wDo035i6-l4/s320/the+ahab+cartoon.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
over break, i had the pleasure of not shaving for a length of time. when i did shave, i had the pleasure of leaving a set of chops. more particularly, "whaler's chops," "1800's banker chops," "amish chops," or "leprechaun chops" depending on which term you fancy using.<br />
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it was a pleasure.<br />
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in order to remember the good times before i began school once more and had to shave them off, i decided while in the parking lot of big lots to get a photo or two of me with them. the shot i share with you now is the combination of an afternoon sun, quickshot autofocus, and a car to the side of me squeeling; all at the perfect moment to make this photo look like an abercrombie ad. it doesn't really even show the chops because of the extreme lighting, but oh well. it's for me to remember the good times, and that it does effectively. <br />
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i'm writing this post from my phone as a test, so if formatting seems wacky, accept my apologies. <br />
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i recently realized that i would fail any lie detector test. this is not because i'm a poor liar (though i am), but because although i respond well to pressure when it comes to schedules, assignments, etc., i am absolutely terrified of interrogative situations. for whatever reasons, i can't handle it. whether or not i know something, did something, or anything else my nerves loudly rattle when someone interviews/interrogates me as if i do. <br />
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i can handle interviews for work or the like, but if i were wrongfully accused of even a petty crime and given a lie detector test, my physiological responses would betray me and i'd likely be found guilty. at least based on the test. <br />
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i hate that.<br />
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on a side note, i've once again grown the christmas chops.mustdestroyalltraceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17772687190513658700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991819035083125913.post-14580842535203005282010-12-22T01:59:00.006-07:002010-12-22T02:38:32.797-07:00robin of christmas.<div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbgYtjne58/TRHG6WvpUKI/AAAAAAAAAe4/wF28AO_ZshU/s1600/Robin_Hood_30.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="233" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbgYtjne58/TRHG6WvpUKI/AAAAAAAAAe4/wF28AO_ZshU/s320/Robin_Hood_30.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbgYtjne58/TRHGBAXEQSI/AAAAAAAAAe0/-WiuuG28Jhc/s1600/Robin_Hood_30.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"> </a></div></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">it's 1:33 am, robin hood is playing on the television, roger is asleep on the couch's fold out bed and neil is bobbing in and out of attention to the film while his head keeps resting on my right arm. i'm still awake compliments a winter break schedule that little regards night and day, and christmas is now approximately seventy hours away. </div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">as much as i remember each christmas holiday, i remember just as well past christmas breaks that accompany it, at least since high school when i really started giving it an effort to make my breaks count. i do enjoy it. </div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">and what's the point of this post? nothing i can put my finger on. it's now 1:53 am and writing two paragraphs has apparently taken twenty minutes. by the time i post this, it'll likely be around two am even. i'll post this for the sake of its posting rather than the sake of any content. </div>mustdestroyalltraceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17772687190513658700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991819035083125913.post-70342755940562840402010-12-06T15:43:00.004-07:002010-12-06T15:48:37.991-07:00dangerous living.<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: large;">dangerous smells, dangerous tastes,</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: large;">dangerous fuels sold at dangerous rates,</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: large;">dangerous folk in a dangerous place. </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: large;">oh dangerous people, the dangers you face. </span></b></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">--terrance long</span></b></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">people love throwing around statistics. it's a sort of societal hobby we have, and though most of us are hesitant to accept many statistics we hear as true without some investigation, we still love hearing them. we love believing them, devaluing them, relying on them, disproving them, pointing to them accusingly, and coming up with them ourselves--sometimes legitimately.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbgYtjne58/TP1oK4v_ZHI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/LcPeh1Yrf-s/s1600/clawfoot-bathtub.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbgYtjne58/TP1oK4v_ZHI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/LcPeh1Yrf-s/s200/clawfoot-bathtub.jpg" width="175" /></a></div><span style="font-size: small;">i won't bother posting any as there is a practically infinite number of other blogs that will readily present them if you drop them into a <a href="http://www.bing.com/">bing search</a>. anyway, some of the most popular statistics to make their way amongst us by way of facebook statuses, blogs, pop magazines, and your insightful friend are ones that compare the danger of a more traditionally frightening event to a less traditionally frightening event and end with the statistics that show that fear of the more frightening event isn't justified. for instance: "i don't know why you're so afraid of riding a roller coaster. did you know that one out of every (very large number) people will die in a roller coaster? one in every (smaller number) people will drown in the bathtub!"</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">i think we all acknowledge that some of these statistics may be true in principle, but a large majority of them include exaggerated or entirely fabricated numbers. likewise for the actual activities as well. rather than try to examine this issue, let's just take it as face value.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">i would guess there are three reasons we seem fascinated with this type of statistic. one, it makes a possibly boring fact (roller coasters are relatively safe) seem much more exciting by tethering it to apparently exciting or shocking fact (baths are very dangerous). two, these statistics can (if the listener takes it as a truth) be very persuasive. three, and the one which i find intriguing, is that i think we like the idea of making boring activities seem dangerous.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbgYtjne58/TP1oFDxDQRI/AAAAAAAAAeM/N6YyZxfZvF4/s1600/worstof2008-rambo-431.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="138" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbgYtjne58/TP1oFDxDQRI/AAAAAAAAAeM/N6YyZxfZvF4/s200/worstof2008-rambo-431.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><span style="font-size: small;">who does the media idolize? amongst others, the media idolizes people who live dangerously. action stars, daring spies, brainy detectives who pack a desert eagle. these people live dangerously and we enjoy, and possibly envy, their exploits as we watch. so, is our making the bland seem dangerous an effort for us to get the odd thrill by thinking crossing the street holds more mortal danger than juggling loaded pistols? perhaps. a very minor and boring idea to take up this much text, but one i felt like writing on. </span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">so. want to live dangerously? take a bath.</span></div>mustdestroyalltraceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17772687190513658700noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991819035083125913.post-52007462360135433672010-12-01T23:57:00.009-07:002011-01-08T18:22:56.898-07:00jane and pandora.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbgYtjne58/TPc8eKIA_vI/AAAAAAAAAds/fg2dSzrNqLs/s1600/715pig.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbgYtjne58/TPc8p2saTwI/AAAAAAAAAdw/k482N4gO9tc/s1600/piggy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="171" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbgYtjne58/TPc8p2saTwI/AAAAAAAAAdw/k482N4gO9tc/s200/piggy.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>the box, once opened, try as you may,</b></span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>will remain open, its contents forever free. </b></span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>the insides, once hidden, will from now till last day</b></span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>a burden, a blessing, a knowledge will be.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: large;">--terrance long</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">it's been a fun month or so since my last post. all sorts of entertaining updates that i'll be sharing with you, my two dear readers. nothing too crazy, i grant you. just the same, things worth writing about. though by that standard i could probably share just about anything--i'll limit myself. we'll keep it to two big developments.</span></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbgYtjne58/TPdE2bSAiQI/AAAAAAAAAeI/6bW-3SODbxE/s1600/dig.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbgYtjne58/TPdE2bSAiQI/AAAAAAAAAeI/6bW-3SODbxE/s1600/dig.jpg" /></a></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">first, i've had the opportunity to hop back into theater as of recent. through a friend of a friend connection i wound up auditioning for '<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Austenland">austenland</a>,' a play based on the book of the same name. </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">what's more, i was cast. </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">it is, in short, the story of jane (our protagonist) who finds herself in a resort based on the regency period and world of jane austen. i'll leave the summary to wikipedia, but suffice to say it's a winner. rehearsal's been going on for a few months now, and performances are tomorrow. all three unlucky audiences will have the responsibility of hearing my british accent and watching me pretend i'm charming. lucky you that you're only reading about it.</span></span><br />
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</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">that being said, the show on the whole is turning out quite good. i look forward to watching the recording of it after the whole bit is over and congratulate jenny and the company on the fruition of her writing and directing efforts as well as the efforts of the whole ensemble. way to be. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbgYtjne58/TPdB63IPXhI/AAAAAAAAAd0/U-gfHysSU1E/s1600/lisa_the_vegetarian.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="206" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbgYtjne58/TPdB63IPXhI/AAAAAAAAAd0/U-gfHysSU1E/s320/lisa_the_vegetarian.png" width="320" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">second, in october i opened the pandora's box of vegetarianism. what began as an experiment to get me in the habit of a)eating more vegetables and b)making myself more aware of my diet has become something that very well may be a permanent component of my diet. before i give the reason, i preface with this disclaimer: <b>it is my choice as pertaining to me as much as its your choice pertaining to you, dig? so if you feel differently than i, i assure you i'm not upset in the least, and would find it reasonable for you to not be upset likewise. </b>and on to my reason...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">basically, after going a month without eating meat or other animal products (in the sense that it came from a dead animal) i made the realization that i didn't really miss them all that much. a bit, sure. but honestly, it was far more a shift than a struggle. this being the case, considering what takes place in order for me to eat a bit of meat, i can't really justify it. the same way that i enjoy a good michael jackson album but wouldn't exchange a finger for it, i just can't see me eating meat or bone scrapings or whatever else as reasonable. this is the pandora's box i've opened. prior to october first, i was unaware of this fact. by the end of october, the lid was wide open. and thus it is. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">so there you go. two updates for two readers. til next time,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">--trace</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">p.s.--i'm undertaking a new pet project. check it out if you fancy. you'll find it here--<a href="http://weeklywikicast.blogspot.com/2010/12/beginning.html">the weekly wikicast</a>.</span></span></div>mustdestroyalltraceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17772687190513658700noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991819035083125913.post-62906286496510949212010-10-20T13:09:00.008-06:002010-10-20T13:49:34.558-06:00the chair.<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbgYtjne58/TL9EGzHs_9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/qecG8R6lMtE/s1600/chair,+bro.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbgYtjne58/TL9EGzHs_9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/qecG8R6lMtE/s400/chair,+bro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530213751026679762" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">"and if by my efforts<br />i become someone i like,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">maybe that someone will be a somebody<br />in time and history's sight."</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">--terrance long</span><br /><br /></div>a chair is a delightful thing. chairs come in a remarkable variety of styles, colors, shapes, sizes, and aesthetics. a good chair can be practical or frivolous, large or small, ornate or homely, and belong to one or many persons. if we're thinking in terms of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Theory_of_forms">plato's theory of forms</a>, any chair could be <span style="font-style: italic;">the</span> chair given that it suits the role its been assigned.<br /><br />as i've recently read many a text on world issues, global struggles of various sorts, local problems and those plaguing distant lands, i've wondered what role i've to play in being a positive force in relation to any of them. i find hope in the chair. some of the best chairs i've encountered in my life have been modest in appearance, upkeep, or even comfort--but suit their opportunities to play their parts blissfully.<br /><br />my goal in life is to suit my part blissfully.mustdestroyalltraceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17772687190513658700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991819035083125913.post-65951068769010977252010-10-12T12:44:00.004-06:002010-10-12T13:05:55.313-06:00blogging about paper.<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" ><span style="font-size:180%;">*important*</span><br />to read this post, click on the giant notebook. feel free to scroll down after you read it.</span></span><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbgYtjne58/TLSsT6S9xvI/AAAAAAAAAc8/_Dqq2W_u59E/s1600/primary+paper.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 574px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbgYtjne58/TLSsT6S9xvI/AAAAAAAAAc8/_Dqq2W_u59E/s400/primary+paper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527232100756735730" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:130%;">now feel free to scroll down.</span><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >in case you were curious, this is what it looks like without the flip--with matchbook authenticity check even! just click on this notebook to see it in a better, more glorious resolution.</span></span><br /></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbgYtjne58/TLSslKYPxEI/AAAAAAAAAdM/ZeaiMH6MKpk/s1600/proof+post.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbgYtjne58/TLSslKYPxEI/AAAAAAAAAdM/ZeaiMH6MKpk/s400/proof+post.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527232397131629634" border="0" /></a>mustdestroyalltraceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17772687190513658700noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991819035083125913.post-75189444182491137662010-10-11T11:22:00.006-06:002010-10-11T15:45:53.265-06:00remarkably pleasant things.<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbgYtjne58/TLNH_FdXQBI/AAAAAAAAAc0/it3nwUrqiUs/s1600/Dolly_Parton_intro-773363.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbgYtjne58/TLNH_FdXQBI/AAAAAAAAAc0/it3nwUrqiUs/s400/Dolly_Parton_intro-773363.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526840316836397074" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">"love is like a butterfly,<br />as soft and gentle as a sigh.<br />the multicolored moods of love are like its satin wings."<br />--dolly parton<br /></span> </span></div><br />i love dolly parton, and i love this song. it's delightfully pleasant. and this prompts this thought--that i feel sometimes that pleasant things are under appreciated. the fact is that when people could have something exciting, new, or especially "wow!" they'll typically choose it. that's my guess as to why much of classic folk music has lost its popularity. we've, as a society, swapped out the pleasantries of folk music for the loud, zippy beeps and rubbish lyrics of dance hall music. why? because while dolly parton's pleasant, she's not as exciting or ridiculous as lady gaga. because while the dubliners are charming, they're not as sexual as fergie (thankfully). because while listening to burl ives and drinking an herbal tea is hard to beat, you can't escape the beat of a heavy dance hall anthem.<br /><br />there is a place for different genre's for certain. i don't especially enjoy dance hall music, and i never listen to it. likewise, i'm sure there are others who'd say the same for folk music. the important thing here is that the same way for every adventure you go on, you should have the moment of relaxation to match--for the loud and exciting music of your fancy, enjoy something a bit more soft and pleasant. i assure you, it's an enjoyable experience.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">and if you need somewhere to start, by all means, dolly parton is a great jumping point.<br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b0pkn9evgKs?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b0pkn9evgKs?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /></div>mustdestroyalltraceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17772687190513658700noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991819035083125913.post-78397205506172718412010-09-29T14:26:00.011-06:002010-09-29T15:13:35.720-06:00illusory correlations.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbgYtjne58/TKOr857y7GI/AAAAAAAAAcs/TXG_tusWqeU/s1600/in_vain.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 263px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WQbgYtjne58/TKOr857y7GI/AAAAAAAAAcs/TXG_tusWqeU/s400/in_vain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522446630918483042" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">"of course i failed--i forgot to wear my lucky trousers."</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">the most clear and concise explanation of illusory correlation that i've found comes from <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Illusory_correlation">wikipedia</a>: "</span><span style="font-family:courier new;">the phenomenon of seeing the relationship</span><span style="font-family:courier new;"> one expects in a set of data even when no such relationship exists.</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">" data here can be taken as traditional data (statistics, reports, etc.), and can also be applied to a broader scope in understanding it as events, experiences, perceptions, and so on.<br /><br />this is a common phenomenon and examples of it can be found in most any context. stereotypes are an extremely common example, studies claiming correlation between environmental factors and personal effects can readily fall victim to it, and people simply seeking explanations will typically find them, though they may be completely irrelevant and utterly incorrect (conveniently animating this principle). this is why someone may think that people named trace are not as handsome as neils or rogers(after people meet me, neil, and roger), that pot roasts cure colds (after an ill child pips up after a bit of beef), or that a pair of trousers dictates his or her academic fate (after a success or failure in a pair of 501s).<br /><br />i've not failed any tests as of recent, but illusory correlations have certainly seemed to have played a role in many of my recent actions. both in the way i make decisions and in the way i explain the reasons of their successes or failures, retrospect and further experience seems to be showing where various correlations were indeed illusory.<br /><br />from <a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/">merriam-webster</a>:<br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">illusory</span>: </span></span><span class="ssens" style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong> based on or producing illusion.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">correlation</span>: </span></span><span class="ssens"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">the state or relation of correlated. </span><em style="font-family: courier new;">specifically</em><span style="font-family:courier new;"> </span><strong style="font-family: courier new;">:</strong><span style="font-family:courier new;"> a relationship existing between phenomena or things.</span></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span></div></div>mustdestroyalltraceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17772687190513658700noreply@blogger.com2