Soon to be gone

Tomorrow a few of us from up here will be heading down to Moscow ID. So supposing you ever did, don’t expect much for the next week.

Congratulation

Well, if you haven’t heard already from Tyms blog, Hester and him are engaged.

Well, It's That Time Of Night, Again.

The trouble with going to bed is that I always wake up a day older.

I Don't Wanna Grow Up

Tom Waits

When I'm lyin' in my bed at night
I don't wanna grow up
Nothin' ever seems to turn out right
I don't wanna grow up.
How do you move in a world of fog
That's always changing things
Makes me wish that I could be a dog
When I see the price that you pay
I don't wanna grown up
I don't ever wanna be that way
I don't wanna grow up.

Seems like folks turn into things
That they'd never want
The only thing to live for
Is today...
I'm gonna put a hole in my T.V. set
I don't wanna grow up
Open up the medicine chest
And I don't wanna grow up
I don't wanna have to shout it out
I don't want my hair to fall out
I don't wanna be filled with doubt
I don't wanna be a good boy scout
I don't wanna have to learn to count
I don't wanna have the biggest amount
I don't wanna grow up.

Well when I see my parents fight
I don't wanna grow up
They all go out and drinking all night
And I don't wanna grow up
I'd rather stay here in my room
Nothin' out there but sad and gloom
I don't wanna live in a big old tomb
On Grand Street

When I see the 5 o'clock news
I don't wanna grow up
Comb their hair and shine there shoes
I don't wanna grow up
Stay around in my old hometown
I don't wanna put no money down
I don't wanna get me a big old loan
Work them fingers to the bone
I don't wanna float a broom
Fall in love and get married then boom
How the hell did it get here so soon
I don't wanna grow up

So.

It's Friday tomorrow.

How Exciting Can Life Get.

The first U2 single form their new album is set to be released before the end of the mouth, sweet. The single is called Vertigo, and the name of the album when it gets released on Nov. 22 will be called ‘How To Dismantle An Atomic Bomb’. Bono calls it their first Rock and Roll album ever. Bill Flanagan, probably repeat what he says everytime a new U2 album comes out says it their best album yet. Also interesting, one of the songs on the CD is title “Yahwah”.

Obviously I’m really looking forward to this album.

Yeah, Yeah, I Can Already Visualize Some Of The Comments

The trouble with blogs is that the author can give him/herself any personality they want. Words are cheap, easy to use and of course that fact that here and now one can show people how one really is makes for blogs that I have no desire to read half the time. Actions are known to speak loud then words but for some reason people don’t listen to themselves near enough.

What I Really Want...

Is a big fish, with the word Xthus inside of it, on the back window of my vehicle eating the Darwin fish. That’d be sweet.

Google AdSense. More Corporate NonSense.

Yeah, let's all just become corporate serfs.

Sometime when I have more time I'll try to convince ya'll that corporations are the new monarcy. But for now try figure that one out yourself.

G'nite.

Cycles Of Our Universe

It was snowing again today. Just enough to remind us all what the snow will do when it comes back to stay. The earth is still to warm for it to cover completely. But soon it will cover everything. Turning our once beautiful colorful world into a beautiful white world. Summer shouldn't end in one day. It wasn't meant to. Summer is wonderful, and as summer matures it becomes more wonderful. Green stilts trun into beautiful flowers, A tree covers itself with green, and if thats not enough, it produce white buds which turn into red apples. But then it begins to get old and worn, as it begins to die. The color wears away as things we've come to love begin to leave. And then, when it's gone completely a new beauty comes. Something totally new and something totally as cool. Frost pictures on cold windows. Ice covered lakes, and snow covered landscapes. Landscapes that show up during the spring as bare as they left when winter starts to break.

Spring and fall are seasons of death and resurection. The putting off of the old and the putting on of the new. Reminding us again and again that we are to look to another world. A world which won't grow old and won't need to die and be reborn year after year.

Coolness

I just got a new email address, barendregt@gmail.com. It's cool because it the first time in my life I was able to get one where I did'n't need dorky numbers on the end.

Yawnings of the Sun

There I sit in front of my computer. Things happened today, as things happen everyday. Ordinary things, thing that happen to everybody.

There I sit wondering about my blog. I could write about stuff, but reading other peoples blogs I realize somebody smarter, more literate already covered what I was only thinking about. I realize that others always can, and already have said exactly what I wanted to say, only better.

There I sit looking out the window, watching the snow fall.

There I sit thinking about life. About everything that passes by everyday. About the chooses we make. Chooses based on what other people might think. Chooses based on where we think we might be in many years from now.

This is me realizing it grows ever sadder to remain introspective, and ever more depressing. Too many things happen out of our control, and out of what we would call the perfect plan. Not everything always works toward everyone goals, or plans.
This is me realizing to be and remain introspective is to look at the world outside of Gods providence.

Flaming Lips

Fight Test

I thought I was smart

I thought I was right

I thought it better not to fight

I thought there was a virtue, in always being cool

So it came time to fight

I thought "I'll just step aside"

And that the time would prove you wrong

And that you would be the fool

I don't know where the sunbeams end

And the starlight begins

It's all a mystery

Oh. To fight is to defend

If it's not now then tell me when

Would be the time

That you would stand up and be a man

For to lose I could accept

But to surrender I just wept

And regretted this moment

oh thatI was the fool

I don't know where the sunbeams end

And the starlight begins

It's all a mystery

And I don't know how a man decides

What's right for his own life

It's all a mystery

'Cause I'm a man, not a boy

And there are things you can't avoid

You have to face them

When you're not prepared to face them

If I could I would

But you're with him, now it'd do no good

I should've fought him

But instead I let himI let him take it

The Thistle and the Tree

Once upon a time there was a tree. It was a nice tree. And right beside it was a thistle. And this tree and this thistle were the only two living things for miles around. But the thistle was a very mean thistle. And would often start shouting in the middle of the night just to wake the tree up. But the tree, being a kind and gentle tree, instead of getting angry, would just ask the thistle if everything was all right and then go back to sleep. Then in the morning the thistle would grumble at the tree for blocking the sunlight. And during noon would grumble because the tree wasn’t affording him any shade. But the tree, being a good natured tree, wouldn’t get offended or upset but in a clam voice explain to the thistle that he was indeed just a tree and could do no more about where he was then could the thistle. But never did it get upset or angry with the thistle and that made the thistle all the more angry and grouchy.
This went on for a great deal of time, the thistle always mad and bad-tempered, and the tree always in a good mood.

Now, the tree being a temperate, pleasant tree, had grown tall, and straight, and strong. But the thistle being a moody, irritable thistle had become shriveled, and worn, and sharp.

Then it happened one day, there come about some men. Men in search of adventure but having traveled many days without a map they were now hopelessly lost. But stumbling upon this tree their hopes began to rise as they looked for a low branch from which to climb to the top and find there way out. Round the tree they went and finding a suitable branch they hoisted one of their number on to it, and he climb to the top to find their way out. Then shouting that he had indeed seen where they should be off to, he jumped down and the group continued on their way.

Now the tree, being an agreeable, pleasing tree was glad that he could have been a help. But the thistle, being a crabby, cranky thistle, had been trampled underfoot.