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Tuesday 04/07/2009

Tue Apr 7, 2009, 7:41 PM

Once again the sun raised over the horizon, spreading out its blanket of warmth. It's life giving presence surrounding this place i call home. Yet, i dread it's coming. For as the sun can bless, it also contains the ability to burn. Some seasons it is able to bring joy, others pain and loathing. So what is it that causes the joy? the loathing? Is it the sun, or is it the activities in which we choose to do while we are graced by its brooding presence. Therefore, i say to those of us who are loathing, who are just surviving this life in which we daily walk: Change what your doing! If it's hot out, have a water fight! If it just right, go for a hike! For to blame the sun is to blame your inability to take responsibility, rather let us take the initiative and pull ourselves from the pools of self pity within which we have become so complacent.

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Who I AM:
"Everybody's a mad scientist, and life is their lab. We're all trying to experiment to find a way to live, to solve problems, to fend off madness and chaos." ~ David Cronenberg "“The battlefield is a scene of constant chaos. The winner will be the one who controls that chaos, both his own and the enemies." ~ Napoleon Bonaparte I am just another living being that exist in this chaos we call reality. And like a new artist strait out of school, i stare at the blank canvas before me. To the side of my easel is a mirror in which I stare almost memorized by my reflection; I am to express my being as if frozen in time for all to see, understand,and judge. Yet i am not static. Dynamically i live through the daily misery where the only constant in my life is the constant disappointment that the world i dreamed of in my childhood will never be the present. And it is there, in that very moment that the best thing that ever happened to me occurred: Faith was BORN! And as an artist i looked back at the canvas with confidence, the one expression i want all to see me in, the one frame of my life that i want all to see and judge me by is simple. Swallowing the canvas in pitch black chaos that contains a mystical movement of surrealism, a surrealism we can't put words to, yet the emotions derived from it's countenance are all to familiar. They are the emotions we feel when at our lowest exhausted state. And yet in the lower left corner is a remnant of a candle illuminatin g but a fraction of my face and figure. And through the dark figure the posture and facial expression is all but recognizable. I am on all fours in humble exhausted recognition of my inadequacy to take yet another step in my misery. And then it strikes your mind like a streak of lightning from the hand of Zeus, I'm not holding the candle. “Art is the triumph over chaos." ~ John Cheever

Who I'd like to meet:
The teacher quietly puts her book down on her desk and stands up. Casually facing the class, she exclaims today’s task: “Take the unformed clay that lay before you and mold who you’d like to meet.” Then without further attention to the task she quietly returns to her book. Faint whispers fill the air as my peers share in my confusion; “Who I’d like to meet?” What’s that supposed to mean? Without more context or information I’m at a lost for inspiration. So I think to my self of all the options I can think of: Friends, mate, God, famous people, and dead people. Okay, well God can’t be molded unless I know what Jesus looks like, so I won’t mold them. As far as dead people, well they can wait; I mean it’s not like they’re going anywhere

Famous people, I ponder among the few ‘famous people’ I actually care enough about to spend time with and decided against choosing one of them for this particular project. Friends or a mate? I barely start considering which on e might be better when it hit’s me, Meet! She asked me who I’d like to meet; I haven’t met this unmet person yet! How does one mold someone they haven’t met. So basically the teacher has asked me to mold my utopian image of a friend or mate. But how do you do that? And even if I tried, is it safe to do so? I mean, who really knows what is best for them? Yeah there’s the opposites theory that says “Opposites attract,” but if that’s true then I’m screwed. Who the **** knows what the Devil looks like? Well I might, O crap I’m attracted to her too… But back to the story, who really knows what their Utopia is? I have to ponder: Should I try and envision who id like to meet? Or should it be left up to the writer of destinies to merge the paths of those he desires? For how would I even begin to know what I want? How do we filter those traits that make up a good friend or partner? What is the deciding factor? For if I where to chose happiness as my filter, how would I know what that means? For are the people we originally like always the people that make us the happiest? Or is it the odd ones? The strange ones? Dare I say, the trouble makers? And what is happiness? Is it utopia? I dare not say that it is the friends that we struggle with that we grow the closest to; for that would be dangerous. So here I am; sitting here with my lump of clay. Then it hit’s me! I know what to do. So the bell rings and the teacher ask for our sculptures. I wait to see all the variety shaped by my peers, then I walk up to the front as my peers look on. With confusion clearly displayed amongst everyone the teacher ask, “I don’t understand, you didn’t mold anything.” To which I reply, “It’s a mystery.”

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Current Residence: Heaven's Waiting Room
Interests: I'm a surfer of diversity!
Favourite movie: Check out my playlist on youtube & myspace, too many to list!
Favourite band or musician: Jack Johnson, Shawn McDonald, Bon Jovi, too many again. Check out my myspace player!
Favourite genre of music: The kind played with friends!
Favourite artist: DeviantArt!!!!!!!! Diversity remember lol
Favourite poet or writer: God! Moses or Isaiah has really good stuff, and also John Milton.. Really there are so many favs
Favourite photographer: Jonathan Mark Heller
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MP3 player of choice: Atunes or itunes
Favourite game: Truth or Dare
Favourite cartoon character: Anime: Akio Asakura or Takumi Fujiwara. American: Batman! Silver Surfer, gambit, ...
Tools of the Trade: My imagination!!