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Blogging is going to be light for the next couple days, cause we start shooting on this coming weekend. Wish me luck, I'm the cinmephotographer and director.

battle

me and eric
i'm in hanging guard, he's in middle guard. i think i got him a good one on the shoulder. right on a nerve. put him out of commision for a couple minutes. but brian got me in the other one, so i'm not all that great. we all deal out lumps to each other very brotherly-like

Literature

These two poems are ones that we went over in class in Honors American Liturature. really moved something in me. I got to thinking, and I'm definately looking into more Native American culture in the future. This is good stuff . . . .

I Went To Kill the Deer

Taos Pueblo Indian

I went to kill the deer
Deep in the forest where
The heart of the mountain beats
For all who live there.
An eagle saw me coming and
Flew down to the home of the deer
And told him that
A hunter came to kill.
The deer went with the eagle
Into the heart of the mountain
Safe from me who did not hear
The heart of the mountain beating.

I Have Killed the Deer

Taos Pueblo Indian

I have killed the deer.
I have crushed the grasshopper
And the plants he feeds upon.
I have cut through the heart
Of trees growing old and straight.
I have taken fish from water
And birds from the sky.
In my life I have needed death
So that my life can be.
When I die I must give life
To what has nourished me.
The earth receives my body
And gives it to the plants
And to the caterpillars
To the birds as
And to the coyotes
Each in its own turn so that
The circle of life is never broken.

Read it over and over again. I get to write an essay on 3 favorite lines from these.
Definately these ones but not sure about the third.

Safe from me who did not hear
The heart of the mountain beating.

Yeah, That's right. It makes me feel like the animals are so much better than me and I'm so unperceptive and I'm awefull. I like that.

When I die I must give life
To what has nourished me.

Yeah, right again. Man these indains sure knew what they were talking about. I mean, they were so in touch with nature and the rest of the world, I can't believe it. everything around me is so harsh and ugly. It's not like that in Nature. Need to break free and grow stuff and live off the land. But that is so selfish that I couldn't live with myself. I need to make tons of money directing and then ship it off to missionaries in India and Africa. I start filming next weekend.

Ach

Let's see . . . .

AP Chem Post Lab Questions
Spanish III, Pages 9-10, Activities 1 and 3
Pre-Calculus, Lots of Math problems
Religious Studies 11 review questions 1-12
AP US History test on Chapters 1-4
Honors American Liturature finish packet and questions

Macbeth rehersals start on Monday. I'm Banquo. . .

My Nun Interview is being created to text and then needs to be edited.

The Library wants me to help set up the new server . . . . I told them I'm busy, maybe later.

Why does school want to suck out my energy for the rest of my life and put it down on paper? Maybe that's a little exageration, but seriously! The only thing helping right now is daily mass three times a week. It's a pity it's so early, but it's worth it. That's the only thing that's pulling me through alive. Oh, boy and it's not even friday!

Close Call

Brian Jones ending this branch of the T-tine line.

MAN! and inch higher and he would of!. I think we better start wearing cups. . .

Life, the Universe and pictures

That's me pointing to the camera and that's joe next to me and that's Racheal in the back ground. I was on a ferry into the city for her birthday party. This was a couple weeks ago.
Because of the wind, Wild be my hair. not normal that is. Yeah.


School is now throughly monotonus and annoying (as if anybody was expecting anything else).

Ha, It's AutoDave

Recently in Mooseville (motto: "Get out now!"), residents reported an outbreak of Septic Tanks. Perhaps you think there are no Septic Tanks in Mooseville. Perhaps you are an idiot.

As the French say, au contraire (literally: "Fat Moose!"). I have here in my hands a copy of an Associated Press article sent in by alert reader George, whose name can be rearranged to spell "GEEGOR", although that is not my main point. "George", by the way, only has the letters "eoe" in in common with "Monica Lewinsky", so there is no other reason to mention Monica Lewinsky in this column.

According to a quote which I am not making up, from Mooseville Mayor FrankFurter (formally "Mayor FrankFurter" and informally "Jimmy Boy"), Septic Tanks ranks as a major crisis just behind J, J and J (insert your "J" joke here), as evidenced by the following conversation between Mooseville government employees:

FIRST MOOSEVILLE EMPLOYEE: "Beat your socks off!"

SECOND MOOSEVILLE EMPLOYEE: "That's friendly"

FIRST MOOSEVILLE EMPLOYEE: "Opps, I didn't mean that"

Fortunately I have a suggestion for Mayor Jimmy Boy, and that is: break George Steinbrenner's clavacus.

No, seriously, my suggestion does not involve George Steinbrenner's clavacus, although it might involve devouring Tobacco Institute scientists. My suggestion is more along the lines of a coup de grace, from the French coup, meaning "eating", and de grace, meaning "moose by the gallon". The procedure (you may want to write this down):
devouring the garbage men
toliet plunger
But instead the Mooseville city council (motto: "We'll eat people when you pry the string cheese wrapper out of our cold, dead fingers") thinks that they (the Septic Tanks) will are above normal control soon, sending this message to the public, and to the world: "Honk if you hate me".

Speaking of which, "The Mooseville Septic Tanks Outbreak" would be a great name for a rock band.

School

Pray for me, boys and girls. I start school tomorrow.

Hmm

I'm in the market for a cheap yet profesional camera. I thinking along these lines

Camera #1

Camera #2

I really want some Zoom, probably 12+ (Maybe a telephoto lens later on), Image Sabilization, Manual Focus Ring, and a external microhone mount. I probably will need a wide angle lens later on, but I can do without for the time being.

back

I'm back. Exhasted. Pictures are forthcoming. . . .

Contemplation

(I wrote this in like 7th grade. Just found it again)

The Sea was rising and eating away again at the foot of the cliffs when I came out of the house. The Sea was a tiger, when aroused it would relentlessly continue to seek its quarry, and even death would not stop it. The tiger was spraying in the wind and the gulls were remarking about the weather to one another. I was wondering that the village fishermen were not out riding the swells and ripples of the tiger when I saw them gathered around a stranger, dark and mysterious, like an oak of the ancient forest. My brothers were among the throng around the newcomer eager for news of the outside world as well and eager to see someone new. My village was situated on some high cliffs that overlooked a shallow little harbor where the boats were anchored, waiting to play with the tiger. Nobody but our fishermen could get into the small mouth of the harbor because of the network of rocks just under the water. There were no maps or guidelines that could get anybody but men of this village through the mouth into the ocean. The men themselves hardy knew where to go and how to get around. It was instinct, deeply engraved into their minds from the years of fishing, starting before they could walk until the day the Sleep took them.

There was no computers or television here. Just life. Join the revolution and break free. Now. And I'm dead serious. Live music every night by the fire. The water breaking on the beach. Nothing but life. Real life. I want that life. I want it now. It's a hard life, but otherwise you're gonna be soft and fleshy for the rest of your time here. Life with your hands. Life with your physical skills. Mental creativity. Not this twisted pointless world we live in. I envy people who live with their hands. I know that I must follow through, but I still long for the ocean, green forests, or the times of old. I care not for the modern works of mankind. What do they achive? How does one appriciate such things? Where is the truth and beautity? Life and Love, happiness and friendship. Real things, back in the real old times.

Dave knows what he's talking about. Listen to him -I do all the time- Linkage

OOh, life it seems a struggle between
What we see, what we do
I'm not going to change my ways
Just to please you, or appease you
Inside a crowd, five billion proud
Willing to punch it out
Right, wrong, weak, strong
Ashes to ashes, all fall down
Look around about this roundabout
This merry-go-round and round
If at all God's gaze upon us falls
It's with a mischievous grin, look at him

Chorus

Look at me in my fancy car
And my bank account
Oh, how I wish I could take it all down
Into my grave, I'd save and save
Take a look again, take a look again,
Take a look again at things you have collected
In the end it all ties up so tall
To one big nothing, one big nothing at all

Chorus

Late at night with TV's hungry child
His belly swells
Oh, for a price of a coke or a smoke
I could keep alive those hungry eyes
Take a look again, take a look again
Every day things change, but basically they stay the same

Details

Moose always run upstream. Geese always fly downstream. I always run upstream. Therefore, I am not a goose, but not necessarily a moose. I am a Hu-man Bean.
In-Bean-tween a Moose and a Goose, but more Moose than Goose.

Updates

I've been orhganizing my worldly goods and throwing things out. All my remianing stuff is containted on two shelfs in the closet and a small rolling bin. I can pack up and leave in half an hour if I need to.

Oh, and my ticket came. I do have to appear at court for the same thing that the Random Englishman did. Running a stop sign. On a bike. Now how lame is that? The rumor is that they are cracking down on bike violations. But on a bike? Whatever. Ah well, tis the life of Gollum, Moose, and Joe. What a wacky, messed up life it is too.

"Now I'm aiming for heaven
but will probably wind up down in hell..."

Flogging Molly - Rebels of the Sacred Heart

That's what I'm feeling like now. And I'm sick, with a traffic ticket. I don't think I can take any more self pity without exploding. Oh. No. *snaping out of it*

Ah, Much better.

Cheers.

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I have ceased galavanting all over Southern California. Photos to follow.