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Name: Carrie
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Wednesday, September 20, 2006

does anyone read this anymore? xanga, huh?


Sunday, May 28, 2006

Xanga is dead.


Sunday, April 30, 2006

Currently Listening
Daniel Powter
By Daniel Powter
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It was the best of times...

It was the worst of times...

A tribute to the art of ensemble.

A blur in the memory of time.

Hours in arms - passion in focus.

Our penance only the love.

The craft.

Our work.

Another notch in the belt

called

Magic.


Wednesday, April 19, 2006

Another worthwhile repost...

"Is it so wrong, wanting to be at home with your record collection? It's not like collecting records is like collecting stamps, or beermats, or antique thimbles.  There's a whole world in here, a nicer, dirtier, more violent, more peaceful, more colorful, sleazier, more dangerous, more loving world than the world I live in; there is history, and geography, and poetry, and countless other things I should have studied at school, including music."      -High Fidelity (by Nick Hornby - yes it is a book for all of you who merely lazily watch movies and don't READ)

I am greatly inspired by those who defy the norm. By those who study mirthlessly what they deem to be their passion. I am greatly inspired by those who ignore the dark recesses of society's pull and struggle (because yes, it is a struggle) to become REAL.

I am greatly inspired by writers who take risks. Because every word a writer pens to paper is subject to criticism and undue response by those who can't quite understand. Because those who cannot understand DO NOT REALIZE that to a writer, words are as essential as the oxygen they inhale - and as each word nears the all too judgemental eye of the all (so thought) omniscient public, vulnerability strikes a painful chord at every hapless, casual read.

I am greatly inspired by those who will TRY. Those whose minds are eager for challenge. Those who are eager to challenge others, and those who stand alone against a very lonely wall called adversity. Those who walk in integrity and knowledge, verse and poetry, art and music - and wade in deeper than their knees until they are entirely engulfed in possibility.

I am most inspired by those who wrestle fear.  Not avoid, not run from, not shirk away... but those who STUDY fear - who are in consistent battle with its timeless effect on the human soul. Those who realize that in being oneself - AUTHENTICALLY - you will not always be liked, appreciated, esteemed or noticed.  You may most likely be exploited, ruined, battered, bruised and torn.

"The culture we have does not make people feel good about themselves.  And you have to be strong enough to say if the culture doesn't work, don't buy it.  So many people walk around with a meaningless life.  They seem half-asleep, even when they're busy doing things they think are important.  This is because they're chasing the wrong things.  They way you get meaning into your life is to devote yourself to loving others, devote yourself to your community around you, and devote yourself to creating something that gives you purpose and meaning."     -Tuesdays With Morrie


A new thought...REPOSTING

I have been perusing my old posts. I am reposting some of my most fun.

 

a revolutionary thought. contrary to popular belief, typecasting oneself into a mold that will most impress those who "need" impressing reveals ragged lack of independence.

a contradictory thought.  walking the road less traveled because it is the socially acceptable choice. in this case, the road less traveled becomes the interstate highway, packed with hummers (a car, that, in my humble opinion, holds no value outside of a battlezone).

a meaningless thought. i found a black ring on my shirt today (more specifically, the lower right hand side). i spent a good amount of time contemplating that ring, and finally, after observing the black soot on my hands, realized that when carrying a jar candle, one should not aim the top toward one's shirt - esp. if it is a shirt one would like to continue to sport the rest of the evening (i also learned that i am capable of writing a very long run-on sentence if i neglect punctuation).

a current thought. if i have my window open, it is increasingly annoying that my neighbors believe it to be acceptable to speak about intimate issues so i can hear them from my upper floor office window. they also believe it to be necessary to "test" their motorcycle engines around 11 p.m.

a new thought as of late.  cell phones, although extremely useful and convenient, have caused us to make assumptions. let me explain. we assume that no matter where someone is, they MUST answer the phone. we assume (subconsciously) that there is no longer privacy, no longer an inappropriate time to call, and no longer an inappropriate time to answer. people are offended if one doesn't answer the phone - when one may at some time, need time to oneself. this also pertains to e-mail, although in a different format, but i'm not in the mood to rant about that particular issue right now.

a carnivorous thought. nothing really, just wanted to type the word carnivorous.

a closing thought. i am most opposed to sushi.



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