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Name: Calvin
Country: United States
State: California
Metro: Modesto
Birthday: 6/4/1989
Gender: Male
Interests: God. Trombone. Reading. Frogs with weird hair. Didgeridoo.
Expertise: Trombone. Reading. Talking via the nasopharynx. Didgeridoo.
Occupation: Student
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AIM:  Frofroggy0
Member Since:
12/5/2004
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| Wake up!Wake up! Time passes with the wind.
Are we embracing the light of day, or do we chase the sunset?
Does our love speak for us?
If the eye is the lamp of the body, I'd like to see better.
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| May:)
Question of the life: where is my current heading?
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| The Love of this Week is Good LoveSo my week thus far has been a very good week, due to many different causes that I don't necessarily wish to convey via blog. However, it has come to my attention that there is another proficient nosetalker out there in this big world of noses and conversations. We nosebrothers have to stick out for eachother, despite the fact that we've never met. It's a pseudo-metabond of sorts, one that deserves an unconditional obligation of brotherly love; that notion in itself needs an explanation, but it will probably never come later. Or possibly not.
Anyways, here is my shameless linking. Enjoy the power of the nasopharynx.
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| Unfortunately, the computer is not the place to do thisI wondered what keeps me online past the recommended internet dosage.
Usually, I get this feeling that there's something awesome that I need to see get done. Here are some things that I am guilty of doing:
-"looking for answers to spiritual questions. Apparently, God is shaping the internets and I'm banking on his divine guidance: the Google search engine. Why not use a more powerful search engine to find answers?" *facepalm*
-"confessing my ardent love. I mean, what's more romantic than than getting a notification that was efficiently typed and transmitted in no time at all? What courage it takes to effortlessly edit! What resolve it takes to click "Send" and to bear the following seconds, minutes, or—gasp—shall I dare say... hours! I mean, handwriting a letter is clearly put to shame by the Times New Roman standard. And you don't have the time to write that letter, or the days it will take to get there. Don't worry that you never told her face to face, because there's clearly no time for that." *facepalm*
-"maintaining a library of all things funny. I must-absolutely-have-to-see every Homestarrunner/xkcd/lolcat cartoon or funny Youtube video in order to be able to quote, without fault, every relevant line for the appropriate situation, despite the fact that people with real lives will not understand what I mean." *facepalm*
-"making sure that I'm there when someone needs to talk to me. aka Facebook notification. How terrible it would be if I missed its occurrence!" *facepalm*
I realized that these things, which kept me at the keyboard, were terrible things to use a computer for and were best done by hand. With real people. With my friends.
And that, now that I think about it, makes my roommate's past writing project about dehumanization all the more relevant: losing touch with the friends we love to be with through communicative technology. | | |
| Slow Dance by David L WeatherfordRead the following poem, then consider the following question: how can Sabbath help the author's intended audience?
Slow Dance, by David L Weatherford
Have you ever watched kids on a merry-go-round,
or listened to rain slapping the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight,
or gazed at the sun fading into the night?
You better slow down, don't dance so fast,
time is short, the music won't last.
Do you run through each day on the fly,
when you ask "How are you?", do you hear the reply?
When the day is done, do you lie in your bed,
with the next hundred chores running through your head?
You better slow down, don't dance so fast,
time is short, the music won't last.
Ever told your child, we'll do it tomorrow,
and in your haste, not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch, let a friendship die,
'cause you never had time to call and say hi?
You better slow down, don't dance so fast,
time is short, the music won't last.
When you run so fast to get somewhere,
you miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
it's like an unopened gift thrown away.
Life isn't a race, so take it slower,
hear the music before your song is over.
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