| eff the chargers |
[Jan. 21st, 2008|06:51 pm] |
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today i'm sick, but yesterday was great.
i stuffed 3/4ths of a burrito before he got there, and ended up wishing that i had only stuffed half..
in the end the score was a bagel, wasabi peas, gummy dinosaurs, dried mango slices (my favourite), and flour covered bread.
brad's been suffering from some kind of mucus infestation of his nasal cavity  
the bicep
kensington, philadelphia - kensington is well-known throughout the region and the entire nation for being one of Philadelphia's poorest, most crime-ridden neighborhoods. Despite some recent revitalization, drug sales and frequent shootings continue to plague the area.
kensington, san diego - this upscale enclave on the southeast rim of mission valley is picturesque, with attractive (and pricey) spanish-styled homes for upwardly mobile yuppies. it's a peaceful pocket amid the hubbub of the inner city. there's a tiny business district along the single main artery adams ave.
the score 
the dream
the bread
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[Jan. 20th, 2008|03:47 am] |
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rode with my boy brad to O.B. tonight. we left at 10.
this was the route:
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mad cold. my ears were aching. i dunno if that happens to everyone or if i just have little girl ears.
kenny was playing a show with joel p. west.
i like my friends here. it doesn't take much to convince people to go out and do something fun.
we rode home at 1am....it was even colder. i lost pressure in my back tire, so climbing hills became even less enjoyable, if thats even possible.
i think we're doing a san diego sight seeing ride tomorrow / dumpster food scavenger hunt.
here's the text i got from brad:
Tour de san diego for phildelphia transplants and san diego degenerates. Plus scavenging for potluck food before joel p. west's potluck. tomorrow, early afternoon. F*ck the chargers, let's ride bicycles!
this'll be good.
-brother sundance |
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[Dec. 27th, 2007|02:09 pm] |
i miss my band.
i miss my friends.
i miss high school.
i miss traveling.
i miss getting into trouble.
i always feared getting old - so i called myself peter pan.
i should have stayed in neverland.
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[May. 20th, 2007|12:34 am] |
to be
not to want
not to wish
to be
and to know that we need we have
to want and to wish is to drop a net into an empty pond
to want?
you don't want anything that i've got
all i've got is a sleigh full of tangles and knots. |
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[Dec. 10th, 2006|05:33 pm] |
probably my favorite photo i've ever taken  africa was nice. do you want to see more photos? i'll need more than 3 yes's to take the time to upload them.. |
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[Oct. 13th, 2006|07:07 pm] |
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 a friend asked me to tell something that i wouldn't want them to know; i complied. i then figured i would share this with anyone who cares to know. so, in another attempt to rid myself of all pride, here is an adventure of compromise.
i woke up last sunday morning with a "lump" on my "you know what." it wasnt there while i searched for slumber the night before.
i was rather alarmed, to say the least.
- it was sunday
- no doctor's offices were open
- i was leaving in a few hours for washington dc
- i was in a panic.
 i rang my friend who happens to be a thoracic surgeon. he's roughly 50 years old. i borrowed my mother's car and drove to his home 15 minutes away. we met in the bathroom.
i exposed myself and he "examined" my "lump" on my "you know what." this was rather embarrassing. he reported he hadn't seen anything like it before and he hadn't the foggiest idea as to what it was. i knew that in a few hours i would leave for d.c.. if my situation became worse, i wouldn't be able to seek medical attention for the next 2 days. i wondered what would become of me in the next few days.
that was sunday, it's now friday. since sunday my "lump" on my "you know what" has all but gone away. there is still a reminder of what was once there. i'll spare you the graphic details.
i realize this is a bit comical, but it is rather uncomforting and embarrassing.
could it come back?
will it?
we'll see what happens in the morning. |
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[Sep. 11th, 2006|03:11 am] |
you're beautiful...  ...and so is she.  abused little girl from morelia, mexico |
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[Sep. 6th, 2006|02:30 am] |
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[Jul. 29th, 2006|08:34 pm] |
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we need people to take care of us...  ...we need to take care of them too.
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[Jun. 29th, 2006|08:18 pm] |
 i've been in california for two weeks. i've made incredible friends that have been taking very good care of me. i eat lots of burritos (which causes me to do something else alot). im sure many of you know one of my dear friends passed recently. when something rocks our world irreversibly, these are the times we always get the brilliant ideas we wish we could have had a day, a week, a month, 3 years before hand.
"i should have called more..."
on wednesday nights some people from invisible children get together on sunset cliffs for something my friend jedidiah has dubbed "Jesus at the beach," being that the two main aspects of it are Jesus and the beach.
this week i met a man named rich. he lives about 150 north of san diego in the desert. rich is in his 50's, his skin is leathery from the sun, his long white beard covers the top of his guitar when he plays. he writes songs to remember scripture. his wife passed in january to breast cancer. i spoke with him a few hours. we walked around point loma. he told me about what he has learned from living and from following Jesus. what a beautiful soul! he lives in the desert and has a garden that he works on. "gardening is hard in the desert." he only eats raw foods. he told me that its good to walk barefoot and that the ocean and moving water create negative ions that will help me live healthier.
he gave me his address so that i can keep in touch with him. i feel like he should be my mentor. |
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[May. 30th, 2006|11:13 am] |
 yesterday was memorial day. we didnt have anything on the calendar, so we spent the day with our friends in sharon, pa. we played some ultimate frisbee with a team that gets together 3 times a week. steve was wonderful, but jim and i couldnt get anyone to pass us the disc.
later that day we went to the 3rd largest walmart in the world. it was pretty big. jim and i bought axle grease and latex gloves. we tried our hardest to grease our trailer axle. we got the job done, but we also managed to make one of the biggest messes i've ever seen. i'm serious.
while en route to chapel hill, nc, we noticed a very strong burning like odor leaking into the bus. we weren't terribly worried at first, being that we havent been able to turn off our seat heaters for the past week. i'm not exactly a mechanic, so my fix was to pull out the fuses as well as rip out the on/off switch...neither worked. i tried warming up some chef boyardee on top of the heater...i thought i could turn a poor situation around: hot bus = hot ravioli.
we then lost a good amount of engine power. we decided rather then breaking down somewhere between ohio and north carolina, that we'd drive home and have our mechanic take a look at it. on the way home i layed on the top bunk and thought about all the terrible things that could possibly happen while on the road. i mostly noodled with the thought of falling out the windows next to the bunk beds. perhaps we should install seat belts in the bunks...or at least find some ropes and bungee chords.
so, this is where we sit. steve is watching a jupiter sunrise music video, koji, scooter, patrick, and jim are catching up on sleep, and i'm writing you all.
we're thinking about finding a swimming pool later on to cool off in, so if any of you have a pool you wanna share with 6 overheated guys, let us know.
xox |
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[May. 1st, 2006|03:06 am] |
 often times i might find myself proclaiming that "i know nothing." this usually derails any sort of conversation worth having, and rather evokes a conversation of explaining that my self worth isnt all that low. though, i find it comical that my lack of explination (or "le mot juste") audibles conversation into one that i never meant to have, thus making me feel quite meek for having brought much uneeded attention to myself.
at any rate, i suppose we could save alot of words and breath by saying, "i know little of any value." perhaps i should simplify it even more to "my words won't save you."
i have an endless amount of questions yet very few answers.
what i have discovered:
-there is a G-d.
-i'm not Him.
i'm close to confirming that jealousy and regret are two entirely useless emotions. |
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[Feb. 8th, 2006|04:52 am] |
 so how should we view our decisions? as i see it there are only really ever two choices: to obey G-d, or to simply say, "no, not right now."
too often we can pervert G-d's truth to make it fit our own "truth." can we fool G-d? certainly not! perhaps those around us, but what matter does this make? and which would be worse? ultimately, anyway.
so, at least can we be honest? can i be honest? "Lord, i'm not going to be true to you, but i won't lie either, because, ya know, at this moment i think i might be happier on my own accord."
"i would rather look cool right now."
"i would rather buy this cd."
"i would rather be miserable."
lest we be draw ourselves into a cycle of twisting the truth, when we may feel so smart that we are truly made fools by the messes of men.
perhaps the former, yeah? |
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[Jan. 21st, 2006|09:20 pm] |
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[Dec. 20th, 2005|01:18 pm] |
 you cannot study pleasure in the moment of the nuptial embrace, nor repentance while repenting, nor analyze the nature of humour while roaring with laughter. |
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