distracted
Yo...all of you out there that actually read my blog. I apologize for this pathetic attempt at writing. Most entrys have been me trying to write pretty. Obviously I failed miserably in that. The reason I started this blog was to let this world inside my mind. It is very twisted and non-linear, but I wanted to spread my philosophies. I called it The Timocratic Foundation because according to Socrates Timocracy was the highest form of government and there is much to be learned there. I inlcluded the Wittgenstein quote on the side because that is how I honestly feel about my worldviews, but I was going to try. And somehow instead of sticking to my love for philosophy, I tried to be a pseudo-writer. I am not eloquent. I am not witty. I am not Merriam-Webster. I am Warwick Theosoph.
Samstag, Januar 25, 2003
Cheese Omelette
"Behold the power of Cheese" - Some commercial
Love is like cheese. You always know yout want some, but don't really even know why. In low intake times you faintly remember the taste, but not enough to savor it. When you taste it again you're delightfully surprised, it's almost like tasting it for the first time all over again. One piece is just not enough, something inside desperately wants more. So you take piece after piece. You eat faster and faster until no more will go in. It's not like you don't want anymore, your heart just can't take anymore. It's overwhelmed. It's happy. It's satisfied, but needs more. The cravings become incessant, but true smiles accompany every portion. It's a wonderfully terrifying adventure. Sitting here eating cheese reminds me of love.
"Behold the power of Cheese" - Some commercial
Love is like cheese. You always know yout want some, but don't really even know why. In low intake times you faintly remember the taste, but not enough to savor it. When you taste it again you're delightfully surprised, it's almost like tasting it for the first time all over again. One piece is just not enough, something inside desperately wants more. So you take piece after piece. You eat faster and faster until no more will go in. It's not like you don't want anymore, your heart just can't take anymore. It's overwhelmed. It's happy. It's satisfied, but needs more. The cravings become incessant, but true smiles accompany every portion. It's a wonderfully terrifying adventure. Sitting here eating cheese reminds me of love.
Samstag, Januar 18, 2003
the hunted
Uplifted spirits commenced the day. Love. Joy. Peace. A bubble encapsulated. Smiles and encouragement went out. Sparkling eyes and hugs were taken in. A diamond redefined. A definition revised. A smile back on the face.
I'm wrestling with a beast, I cannot see his face
he spits on me and does not care he puts me in my place
his dictatorship is vile, his kingdom built on pain
pure evil poured on everyone is how he plays his game
- The Insyderz
Bad feelings overwhelmed. Communication nearly terminated. Awareness of the unseen transformed mystery into confusion. Terrifying hyperventilation. Evil striking the soul. Power protecting the mind. Intense fervor brought tears. Peace returned triumphant. A shield was almost be seen. Tranquillity brought relaxation. A smile back on the face.
Uplifted spirits commenced the day. Love. Joy. Peace. A bubble encapsulated. Smiles and encouragement went out. Sparkling eyes and hugs were taken in. A diamond redefined. A definition revised. A smile back on the face.
I'm wrestling with a beast, I cannot see his face
he spits on me and does not care he puts me in my place
his dictatorship is vile, his kingdom built on pain
pure evil poured on everyone is how he plays his game
- The Insyderz
Bad feelings overwhelmed. Communication nearly terminated. Awareness of the unseen transformed mystery into confusion. Terrifying hyperventilation. Evil striking the soul. Power protecting the mind. Intense fervor brought tears. Peace returned triumphant. A shield was almost be seen. Tranquillity brought relaxation. A smile back on the face.
Dienstag, Januar 14, 2003
Montag, Januar 13, 2003
Beyond the Horizon
My life so far has been like a treasure hunt. A seven-year-old me figured out there was a treasure out there, but the way to her was unknown. I just knew she was out there. Puberty handed me a map, deceiving me into thinking it would be an easy journey. Gold fever took over, I was a mad man. Anything with legs and breasts was a prospect. Just because I couldn’t see the gold didn’t mean it wasn’t inside. If she didn’t look great she was bound to have a great personality.
Adventures across the seven seas enveloped my teenage years. The fierce midget pirates of Williegoat came after me as they heard I was looking for their treasures. I knew quite well within me that I wanted nothing to do with them because unlike normal midgets who are clever, and bright, and fun to be around the midget pirates were deadly and came after me with their sharp swords. My demise was imminent. I nearly gave up all hope of ever finding my treasure. Much gold had graced my eyes, but none of it was meant for me.
Occasionally one of my adventures suggested to me that the hunt was over. I thought I could finally stop looking. Though the treasure wasn’t everything I dreamed I didn’t want to be greedy. I knew I could survive on what I had dug up. There were quite a few pretty pearls and gems. The glistening gold told me I wanted it all. One treasure chest just wasn’t enough, but there wasn’t anymore. I kept digging. There had to be more. I wasn’t content. However, I wanted to stop looking, and the treasure was feeling rejected. Maybe it was ok to settle for less than my dreams.
Then I remembered the map. I looked for it all over the place, discovering it had been so long since I even glanced at it. Though time took a toll on my perception of the map, it seemed as though it was clearer than ever before. Almost like it had been writing itself. The revelation that there still was a treasure out there that had my name on it was settling in. However, the realization that it was going to be a long trip before I could get to it was also sinking in. Many years were on the horizon, but I knew it was worth it. The map wasn’t going to lead me to some peasant treasure. I was headed for the top. My treasure was going to be beautiful in all ways.
Much to my surprise the trip was cut short. I fell asleep on the boat. The treasure hunt left my mind in its entirety. Awakening to a shipwrecked vessel was very confusing. The newly discovered island was all I had. Something told me that my treasure was here, but I knew that wasn’t possible. The map told me it was going to be past the horizon. I tried getting off the island. A palm tree raft was a good option for the heroes of the past that fell short of success for me. I resigned to never leaving my new home. Exploration of the caves revealed a treasure. The moment I saw it I ran. Contrary to expectations though, I was running toward my failed attempt at a raft.
Weeks after I first discovered the glistening gold, I decided to finally go back. My latest inspection of the map pointed me directly to the treasure I had already found on my own. It couldn’t be. I thought I was supposed to continue to be a poor vagabond for years to come. Staring at the gold made me want to get closer. As I got closer I realized there was more than initially estimated. The matter puzzled me. I crawled into the cave. The treasure extended into all the tunnels. I couldn’t see the end of it. I started dancing for joy. Doubts left me. The revelation came to me, this was my treasure.
I have spent quite some time in the cave. I keep on digging and finding precious surprises hidden under every coin. Every day I am amazed by the shear amount of gold, and it is all for me. Before I started on my treasure hunt, my treasure was here waiting on me. I never plan on leaving the island. In fact, I don’t want to leave the cave except for the bare necessities. Being surrounded by endless gems, diamonds, and other precious stones is beyond the best scenarios my imagination could construct. I Love Her more than I even imagined possible. I will spend my life with her.
- the end -
"The village center has never seen such love. The Matthew Good Band is blessing our ears. My fiance's foot is on my chest. My foot is under her butt. Journaling has silenced the moment. She is so beautiful. Peace and Joy brighter her face even more than usual. I wonder if it's hard to write with a diamond on. My pen chose to write on her foot:
'I Love You'
and
'Ti Amo Tantissimo'
I am madly in love with Bethany. I cannot describe the feeling. The clouds are so far below. I have never been this happy in my whole life. I don't think anything or anyone could spoil the moment. It is amazing that a simple ring would make such a difference.
The proposal was perfect. I could not have planned it better. Fortunately God had quite a hand in it!!!! He sent us snow. Snow. At first I thought my Tuesday plan for a picnic-with-ring was ruined. In reality it was improved upon. While talking to my mom I knew today was the day. Snow, what could be more perfect as a backdrop. Granted it was only about 1/16 of an inch, but still it was way better than 'purple iris' could ever be. Flowers come and go, but snow in Texas is a sign from God."
-excerpt from my journal tonight
Find out what she thought about it
My life so far has been like a treasure hunt. A seven-year-old me figured out there was a treasure out there, but the way to her was unknown. I just knew she was out there. Puberty handed me a map, deceiving me into thinking it would be an easy journey. Gold fever took over, I was a mad man. Anything with legs and breasts was a prospect. Just because I couldn’t see the gold didn’t mean it wasn’t inside. If she didn’t look great she was bound to have a great personality.
Adventures across the seven seas enveloped my teenage years. The fierce midget pirates of Williegoat came after me as they heard I was looking for their treasures. I knew quite well within me that I wanted nothing to do with them because unlike normal midgets who are clever, and bright, and fun to be around the midget pirates were deadly and came after me with their sharp swords. My demise was imminent. I nearly gave up all hope of ever finding my treasure. Much gold had graced my eyes, but none of it was meant for me.
Occasionally one of my adventures suggested to me that the hunt was over. I thought I could finally stop looking. Though the treasure wasn’t everything I dreamed I didn’t want to be greedy. I knew I could survive on what I had dug up. There were quite a few pretty pearls and gems. The glistening gold told me I wanted it all. One treasure chest just wasn’t enough, but there wasn’t anymore. I kept digging. There had to be more. I wasn’t content. However, I wanted to stop looking, and the treasure was feeling rejected. Maybe it was ok to settle for less than my dreams.
Then I remembered the map. I looked for it all over the place, discovering it had been so long since I even glanced at it. Though time took a toll on my perception of the map, it seemed as though it was clearer than ever before. Almost like it had been writing itself. The revelation that there still was a treasure out there that had my name on it was settling in. However, the realization that it was going to be a long trip before I could get to it was also sinking in. Many years were on the horizon, but I knew it was worth it. The map wasn’t going to lead me to some peasant treasure. I was headed for the top. My treasure was going to be beautiful in all ways.
Much to my surprise the trip was cut short. I fell asleep on the boat. The treasure hunt left my mind in its entirety. Awakening to a shipwrecked vessel was very confusing. The newly discovered island was all I had. Something told me that my treasure was here, but I knew that wasn’t possible. The map told me it was going to be past the horizon. I tried getting off the island. A palm tree raft was a good option for the heroes of the past that fell short of success for me. I resigned to never leaving my new home. Exploration of the caves revealed a treasure. The moment I saw it I ran. Contrary to expectations though, I was running toward my failed attempt at a raft.
Weeks after I first discovered the glistening gold, I decided to finally go back. My latest inspection of the map pointed me directly to the treasure I had already found on my own. It couldn’t be. I thought I was supposed to continue to be a poor vagabond for years to come. Staring at the gold made me want to get closer. As I got closer I realized there was more than initially estimated. The matter puzzled me. I crawled into the cave. The treasure extended into all the tunnels. I couldn’t see the end of it. I started dancing for joy. Doubts left me. The revelation came to me, this was my treasure.
I have spent quite some time in the cave. I keep on digging and finding precious surprises hidden under every coin. Every day I am amazed by the shear amount of gold, and it is all for me. Before I started on my treasure hunt, my treasure was here waiting on me. I never plan on leaving the island. In fact, I don’t want to leave the cave except for the bare necessities. Being surrounded by endless gems, diamonds, and other precious stones is beyond the best scenarios my imagination could construct. I Love Her more than I even imagined possible. I will spend my life with her.
- the end -
"The village center has never seen such love. The Matthew Good Band is blessing our ears. My fiance's foot is on my chest. My foot is under her butt. Journaling has silenced the moment. She is so beautiful. Peace and Joy brighter her face even more than usual. I wonder if it's hard to write with a diamond on. My pen chose to write on her foot:
'I Love You'
and
'Ti Amo Tantissimo'
I am madly in love with Bethany. I cannot describe the feeling. The clouds are so far below. I have never been this happy in my whole life. I don't think anything or anyone could spoil the moment. It is amazing that a simple ring would make such a difference.
The proposal was perfect. I could not have planned it better. Fortunately God had quite a hand in it!!!! He sent us snow. Snow. At first I thought my Tuesday plan for a picnic-with-ring was ruined. In reality it was improved upon. While talking to my mom I knew today was the day. Snow, what could be more perfect as a backdrop. Granted it was only about 1/16 of an inch, but still it was way better than 'purple iris' could ever be. Flowers come and go, but snow in Texas is a sign from God."
-excerpt from my journal tonight
Find out what she thought about it
Montag, Januar 06, 2003
perplexed
“Once again, I blame it all on tight pants.” - Homestarrunner
So, I have a ton on my mind these days, but I just had to blog on my trip back to school. Too many things that just puzzle me to no end. Perhaps some of you out there can help me understand why.
Why do trucking companies feel a compelling need to put advice on the back of their trucks?
"Turn your headlights on."
"Drive safely."
"Blind spot." - This was on a fender.
"Go to Church." - OK, I really didn't understand this one coming from the back of a truck.
"Cars should put signs up for trucks to read. Like "Just because you're going 3mph faster than other trucks, it doesn't mean you should feel obligated to pass them.'" - Lindsey Conrotto while stuck behind a road block moving 20 mph slower than we wanted to be moving.
Where do businesses come up with their lame slogan's?
"We're Chicken." - Tyson's
"Superior service that's even on time." - a shipping company
How is it that there are more trucks in Arkansas than anywhere else?
I'm serious yo. Crossing the border into Arkansas the number of trucks like tripled. And then coming back into Texas there were no trucks on the road as soon as we crossed the border. I'm dead serious, this is a real phenomenon. Why is this?
Why do towns decide it is good to have a slogan?
"A great place to call home." - Arkadelphia
"Twice as Nice." - Texarkana
Insight is appreciated, and if you have any to add to this please fill in. I am rather baffled by these matters.
“Once again, I blame it all on tight pants.” - Homestarrunner
So, I have a ton on my mind these days, but I just had to blog on my trip back to school. Too many things that just puzzle me to no end. Perhaps some of you out there can help me understand why.
Why do trucking companies feel a compelling need to put advice on the back of their trucks?
"Turn your headlights on."
"Drive safely."
"Blind spot." - This was on a fender.
"Go to Church." - OK, I really didn't understand this one coming from the back of a truck.
"Cars should put signs up for trucks to read. Like "Just because you're going 3mph faster than other trucks, it doesn't mean you should feel obligated to pass them.'" - Lindsey Conrotto while stuck behind a road block moving 20 mph slower than we wanted to be moving.
Where do businesses come up with their lame slogan's?
"We're Chicken." - Tyson's
"Superior service that's even on time." - a shipping company
How is it that there are more trucks in Arkansas than anywhere else?
I'm serious yo. Crossing the border into Arkansas the number of trucks like tripled. And then coming back into Texas there were no trucks on the road as soon as we crossed the border. I'm dead serious, this is a real phenomenon. Why is this?
Why do towns decide it is good to have a slogan?
"A great place to call home." - Arkadelphia
"Twice as Nice." - Texarkana
Insight is appreciated, and if you have any to add to this please fill in. I am rather baffled by these matters.
Abonnieren
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