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Consciousness held off and gave me a glimpse of the past
Two worlds colliding once again
So I return to the old tree in this time of reflection
Time erases pain and reminds me to focus on happiness
Some bonds are made of sterner stuff

Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative

Dear *insert chosen deity here*. There is still a server out there that keeps this stuff. Our collective consciousness beckoning to be saved forevermore in 1s and 0s. I near 32 and I look back on my mid 20s and smile knowing who I was, seeing who I am and dreaming of who I'm yet to be.

Ever onward. Live, friends. And smile. I'll be back for the next election.

...when autumn leaves start to fall.

up at the Black Cat tonight to see Patton Oswalt and co. Funniest of the night in my opinion was Brian Posehn. Got to shake his hand and appreciated his show. Funny dude.


*poof* again.

I certainly did not imagine I'd be programming assembly while drinking scotch and listening to John Denver 2 weeks after the start of my 27th year.

Current Mood: amusedamused
Current Music: John Denver - Rocky Mountain High

--posted by Arun Gandhi on Sep 18, 2007

I was 16 years old and living with my parents at the institute my grandfather had founded 18 miles outside of Durban, South Africa, in the middle of the sugar plantations. We were deep in the country and had no neighbors, so my two sisters and I would always look forward to going to town to visit friends or go to the movies.

One day, my father asked me to drive him to town for an all-day conference, and I jumped at the chance. Since I was going to town, my mother gave me a list of groceries she needed and, since I had all day in town, my father ask me to take care of several pending chores, such as getting the car serviced. When I dropped my father off that morning, he said, 'I will meet you here at 5:00 p.m., and we will go home together.'

After hurriedly completing my chores, I went straight to the nearest movie theatre. I got so engrossed in a John Wayne double-feature that I forgot the time. It was 5:30 before I remembered. By the time I ran to the garage and got the car and hurried to where my father was waiting for me, it was almost 6:00. He anxiously asked me, 'Why were you late?' I was so ashamed of telling him I was watching a John Wayne western movie that I said, 'The car wasn't ready, so I had to wait,' not realizing that he had already called the garage. When he caught me in the lie, he said: 'There's something wrong in the way I brought you up that didn't give you the confidence to tell me the truth. In order to figure out where I went wrong with you, I'm going to walk home 18 miles and think about it.'

So, dressed in his suit and dress shoes, he began to walk home in the dark on mostly unpaved, unlit roads. I couldn't leave him, so for five-and-a-half hours I drove behind him, watching my father go through this agony for a stupid lie that I uttered.

I decided then and there that I was never going to lie again. I often think about that episode and wonder, if he had punished me the way we punish our children, whether I would have learned a lesson at all. I don't think so. I would have suffered the punishment and gone on doing the same thing. But this single non-violent action was so powerful that it is still as if it happened yesterday. That is the power of non-violence.

I have great friends.

I have had an evening of enjoyment, reflection, sorrow, enlightenment, pain, and realization. Which is of most importance at this point I care not.

I think perhaps I fared best of all those in attendance whom I am aquainted with.

O beautiful maiden whose name escapes me but who works at Marshall high school in the Special Education department. I am but yours at your word.

To dream...perchance to sleep.

Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
Current Music: DJ Shadow - Monosylabik

Sunday Sunday Sunday!

September 16th in Crownsville Maryland!

BE THERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1one

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