Or, it’s possible,

that GaGa just has a kind of screaming attention problem.

I saw hard candy drunk, that was the right way to see it, and good job Ellen Paige.

move out.move out.move out.move out.move out.move out.move out.move out.move out.move out.move out.move out.move out.move out.move out.move out.move out.move out.move out.move out.

I’m gonna move out. and I’ll have a space to fill with things. A couch or two, comfortable things. Really comfortable things.

I know what you should love about Lady GaGa.

You know what I saw the other day? Of course not. They were protesters on TV, fighting for the seals. What I noticed about this pathetic display, was obviously it’s patheticity. It was as if they sort of believed in what they were saying and sort of cared about the seals. “.. h..h..hey, could you maybe? you know.. not kill seals? It’s like, wrong okay? Save the seals and the salmon, right? Why not?” Was what it felt like. Do you see what I’m getting at. Where are the fanatics? Does nobody believe in risk anymore?

Well Lady GaGa does. When she roared, “I wanna be a star!” on camera and on stage, sitting at a piano, across from Sir Elton John, was when I decided I love Lady Gaga.

She’s got a good song or two too. Some kinda suck, but that’s not what I’m talking about.

Religion: Christian Refusenik

Well not quite, not even I mean.
I’ve entered the abyss. It’s not dark. It’s illuminated. And I drift, and it’s nice.

“Every decent man is ashamed of the government he lives under.”

-H. L. Mencken (1880 – 1956)

I disagree with you Mr. Mencken. And if you are correct then I must be a great man, I doubt that I’m there yet. “We the people”, made the government mine, and I’m not ashamed of anything of mine; not my parents, my siblings, my friends or my past. A democracy like ours is meant and has been meant to be run by all of us. Some believe it is a corrupt system without any feasible ways to make changes; but I have not seen a single one of those believers try. Even if it is a corrupt system, we are still people, we still have voices and undeniably, from birth many of us have been blessed with the capacity for revolt. If the system is not mine like I do think it is, then I can, I will work to make it mine. Instead of being taken by the negativity of being ashamed.

Clark College

Is awesome. Well no, it’s simplicity is what I love about it. It’s not awesome, or bad. It’s go to school and do some work. Hell yeah. What else could I want? Well, no, I could think of a few things. Strange people there. Regular people too mostly.

We are an old man. I like Edison, even if he is a thief.

I felt like this was too nagative.

(Original Post:)

Someone that thinks he’s right, he’s so sure he’s right. And he does what he can to sufficiently underline his correctness. But he knows he’s not sure. He knows there’s some fact that he’s just not letting himself admit to. And if he would humble himself and put his ill-conceived and ignorant convictions in check, maybe he could still grow into the man he wanted to be. So many people feel the stillness of being done, finished. Being at-the-end of their growth, the prime. At the end of their resolutions and their judgments. We live in a growing world and we will waste ourselves with stagnance.  No, not me. I will not waste myself with stagnance. And hopefully, I will find a way to encourage and stimulate in people their perfectly natural need and appetite for growth.

(This is expansion, and more positive)

I have realised, that nothing we know, can be the final answer, or theory, being all an answer is.

Even if the reason for everything is God. You don’t know God completely and are incapable of it. But you are entirely capable of learning/theorising. Which going by a standard of simple odds is most likely closer to the truth. The odds being one in a million vs zero in a million, or something like that.

My meaning, purpose, answer and concrete is to keep searching. Just like Edison and his lightbulb, I believe I can find a part of the answer. I used to feel like I’d found it, then I turned on the switch… and nothing. But I see some sort of light now, not the best light there could be, because I will improve it, and others will improve that. Just like Edisons light bulb. (Which he may have stolen.)

But this is all based on my belief that there are answers to all questions.

Weekly Post

A double major, In Communication(Journalism)/Political Science

Why do I want to be a writer?

I want to learn how to take in information, split it apart, study it thoroughly, and relay what I’ve found to anyone willing to read. I’d like to put it out there in a better way than I found it. I want to recognize the truth. I want to learn, the art of truth. How the sayings when said bend, break, fall apart and finally, settle in our heads. Most of all I want to know the truth. And use it to the benefit of myself, those I love, and those that do need to love.

And politics? Such a tool for truth. You start with having the truth, or part of it, and you can do something with it, for better or for worse. For you, for them, or for everyone. I don’t want to be a writer or a politician, yet, I just feel a need to explore. Besides, I want to be a part of whatever government I’m living under. Regardless of my being a politician or not.

A King.

Sometimes I think myself a king.
Sometimes I know I’m a fool.
This opinion changes every day.
Am I a king or am I a fool?
And is there any value in sitting between?
I don’t think so.

I think it’s better to be one or the other. Take action. Keep moving towards a goal and you’ll quickly learn you want something else. Or you’ll find you like where you’re headed. Lukewarm and God spits you out. (Lukewarm and love embodied spits you out.) I will dare to be a king at the risk of being a fool. And when I run out of ground to stand on, I’ll climb my way back up, climbing makes you stronger right? Without a doubt.

I am becoming a king, whichever way I go, as long as I go.

Everett, Wa

Here I am in Everett. It’s cold and lovely. Old and better than it was. It used to smell like a paper mill town, the sulfuric acid, bad breath, an offensive kind of smell. But it’s improved and nearly as totally cool as Bellingham. I was only passing through this town trying to get back home to Vancouver, WA (from Bellingham). Where my car broke down due to my overworking it, or its overheating because of either a lack of capability or a simple lack of oil. I may have a good leak after all. But thank God I found myself in Everett.
Its where I met Tammy, the 45 year old real estate manager/painter of your dreams. She noticed me, having been drenched, toting a case-less guitar and sitting in The Best Damn Java Lounge in Everett, WA, called Zippy’s Java Lounge. (If you ever find yourself in Everett visit it! And introduce yourself to the owner. Ask about her “raw food” experience.) She, Tammy, asked me what I’d been up to and I told her about my Bellingham experience and my car and train plans. She started calling friends. I didn’t ask for help, I didn’t expect anything either but she was right on it and in no time I found a VW professional to hold and work on my beautiful VW Super Beetle ’71, Blue. And that’s where it sits now, Conaway’s automotive. They’ll get it taken care of. Oh, Tammy even had time to help me find what would be an $80 cloth case for my guitar for $20 at a guitar shop near Zippy’s! I can’t imagine where she came from. People like her should be severely blessed. I just hope she realizes how incredibly thankful I am.

Every now and then I get a taste of what beautiful life is. This is one of those now and thens.