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life after theory.
Welcome to my mind. Stay on the path. You might just get lost.
Welcome to my mind. Stay on the path. You might just get lost.
Here is my bit of space where I shall write what I choose.
Someone once said, "An hour-glass is a reminder not only of time's quick flight, but also of the dust to which we must at last return."
So, I purposed to leave something behind in the dust trail every now and then.
Here will be placed some of it.
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on Wed Nov 11, 2009 8:01 pm by Bird of Hermes
Directory:
Journal #1: On New Year's Resolutions and the Same Old Lang Syne
"For an Unknown Soul at the Hour"
My Final Exam in Freshmen Composition: A Letter to a Student
Journal #2: On the Death of a Teacher
Journal #3: On Winners and Losers
"He said, she said"
Journal #1: On New Year's Resolutions and the Same Old Lang Syne
"For an Unknown Soul at the Hour"
My Final Exam in Freshmen Composition: A Letter to a Student
Journal #2: On the Death of a Teacher
Journal #3: On Winners and Losers
"He said, she said"
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on Fri Jan 01, 2010 1:40 am by Bird of Hermes
So here I am. Another insignificant year in a host of billions. How time is but a human mechanism of change, I know.
As I toast to times past for times come, I hear in the distance among the chatter the words of resolutions. These promises, made year after year, are rarely fulfilled. Yet, we make them anew year after year at this time expecting different outcomes. Is it really insanity doing the same things over and over expecting different results? Apparently, not on this night.
I make one too, dispute the absurdity. I wish the same wish that I do on stars. It's a new moon. Rather appropriate. I wish for the knowledge of the ultimate truth. That same wish I make a resolution this year.
I hear explosives and see colored lights. It's almost midnight and soon I won't be able to hear my own thoughts over the noise and I will be blinded by my neighbor's childish displays. I secretly like them, as long as they are not too close going off.
Someone once said that wishing on stars can only tale you so far.
Tonight, I think they are right.
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As I toast to times past for times come, I hear in the distance among the chatter the words of resolutions. These promises, made year after year, are rarely fulfilled. Yet, we make them anew year after year at this time expecting different outcomes. Is it really insanity doing the same things over and over expecting different results? Apparently, not on this night.
I make one too, dispute the absurdity. I wish the same wish that I do on stars. It's a new moon. Rather appropriate. I wish for the knowledge of the ultimate truth. That same wish I make a resolution this year.
I hear explosives and see colored lights. It's almost midnight and soon I won't be able to hear my own thoughts over the noise and I will be blinded by my neighbor's childish displays. I secretly like them, as long as they are not too close going off.
Someone once said that wishing on stars can only tale you so far.
Tonight, I think they are right.
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on Wed Jan 06, 2010 3:56 pm by Bird of Hermes
11:11.
I am supposed to be thinking of
You.
But I am not.
Yet I am.
For I do not know
Who
You are.
I have never met you.
Are you my
White knight
Or
Dark prince?
Does your voice
Warm my bones
Or
Freeze the sinews of my
Heart?
Do I run my fingers
Through
Your wind tussled hair
Or
Have your locks grown
White
From horror?
Do you stand by
My side
Or
Do you linger in the shadows
Never
To be seen?
Have you won
My love
Like a valiant champion
Or
Did you roll
The dice
And
Steal my soul
In a game
Of chance?
Yes and no.
For I feel your glow
And
Hear not a
Sound
Of
Footsteps.
You are
NOTHING.
And you are
My
EVERYTHING.
Are you
An other-worldly entity
Or just
Some
Lost
Part of ME?
I am supposed to be thinking of
You.
But I am not.
Yet I am.
For I do not know
Who
You are.
I have never met you.
Are you my
White knight
Or
Dark prince?
Does your voice
Warm my bones
Or
Freeze the sinews of my
Heart?
Do I run my fingers
Through
Your wind tussled hair
Or
Have your locks grown
White
From horror?
Do you stand by
My side
Or
Do you linger in the shadows
Never
To be seen?
Have you won
My love
Like a valiant champion
Or
Did you roll
The dice
And
Steal my soul
In a game
Of chance?
Yes and no.
For I feel your glow
And
Hear not a
Sound
Of
Footsteps.
You are
NOTHING.
And you are
My
EVERYTHING.
Are you
An other-worldly entity
Or just
Some
Lost
Part of ME?
on Fri Jan 08, 2010 4:41 pm by Bird of Hermes
Dear Student of Long Ago,
You may wonder why I am writing to you now for you may not remember me. I was a senior when you were a junior. But at one time, I was very much like you. You are the high school student on the verge of discovery, yet you do not know what it is you will find. You have no doubt pictured it. You see the hallowed halls of polished marble, scholars conversing on the great writers under wide oaks, and the evening social life with all your new-found comrades. You have a vision of great things to come, yet you do not know what is really there. You have yet to see your less-than perfect living quarters, ramble from packs of people cluttering the paths with cigarette smoke, and the not-so-friendly sides of the people you will be forced to work with. You have yet to come to know what college is like. Yet, I will not tell you that it is all bad; it is far from it! But I am writing to warn you against such hasty predictions of what college life is like. I implore you to throw out your expectations, be they good or ill. For there is only one thing you can expect, and that is the unexpected. Now take the experience as it is and learn from it.
Learn from high school, take what you can, and prepare yourself for a ride you have yet to fully anticipate. The school of less than a thousand you know will be gone. Every day you will see someone you never knew existed. You may never go a day when you fail to see a person that, until that moment, you had never encountered before. You may find one of these people just like you, but do not count on it. You will soon find that your sheltered view of the world, people, and morality, which were once almost universally shared by all of your acquaintances, are not shared by everyone or even the vast majority here. But do not reject these people. Do not turn your back and retreat to your own little world. For if you look deeper and lend an attentive ear, you may find that what they have to say is not bad; you may even come to understand and accept these views and take them as your own. I am not saying to abandon all precepts and throw your own ideas by the wayside. I am just pointing out that these people may have more to teach you than you could ever imagine.
Your professors here will not be like the first teachers you encountered in high school. Freshman year here will not be like freshman year there. You will not be given information and ideas and simply be asked to spit it back to them at a later date. You will be given information and ideas, but you will not be told what to do with them. It becomes your choice, really. You can always choose to ignore everything you learn in college. There is no one forcing you. But at the same time, there is no one stopping you from running with them and taking every ounce of knowledge and putting it to some real work. This is the real world after all. You can think whatever it is you want. It is a danger and a gift. You are responsible for yourself now.
What I am trying to tell you in all this is to take the college experience as is. Don’t be disappointed if it is not exactly like you pictured. Accept people and keep an open mind. Take your ideas and dreams and run with them. In college, you can choose what it is you want to do. Just make sure do not judge the situation prematurely. Take the experience in open arms and be ready for the unexpected.
Take care,
Me
You may wonder why I am writing to you now for you may not remember me. I was a senior when you were a junior. But at one time, I was very much like you. You are the high school student on the verge of discovery, yet you do not know what it is you will find. You have no doubt pictured it. You see the hallowed halls of polished marble, scholars conversing on the great writers under wide oaks, and the evening social life with all your new-found comrades. You have a vision of great things to come, yet you do not know what is really there. You have yet to see your less-than perfect living quarters, ramble from packs of people cluttering the paths with cigarette smoke, and the not-so-friendly sides of the people you will be forced to work with. You have yet to come to know what college is like. Yet, I will not tell you that it is all bad; it is far from it! But I am writing to warn you against such hasty predictions of what college life is like. I implore you to throw out your expectations, be they good or ill. For there is only one thing you can expect, and that is the unexpected. Now take the experience as it is and learn from it.
Learn from high school, take what you can, and prepare yourself for a ride you have yet to fully anticipate. The school of less than a thousand you know will be gone. Every day you will see someone you never knew existed. You may never go a day when you fail to see a person that, until that moment, you had never encountered before. You may find one of these people just like you, but do not count on it. You will soon find that your sheltered view of the world, people, and morality, which were once almost universally shared by all of your acquaintances, are not shared by everyone or even the vast majority here. But do not reject these people. Do not turn your back and retreat to your own little world. For if you look deeper and lend an attentive ear, you may find that what they have to say is not bad; you may even come to understand and accept these views and take them as your own. I am not saying to abandon all precepts and throw your own ideas by the wayside. I am just pointing out that these people may have more to teach you than you could ever imagine.
Your professors here will not be like the first teachers you encountered in high school. Freshman year here will not be like freshman year there. You will not be given information and ideas and simply be asked to spit it back to them at a later date. You will be given information and ideas, but you will not be told what to do with them. It becomes your choice, really. You can always choose to ignore everything you learn in college. There is no one forcing you. But at the same time, there is no one stopping you from running with them and taking every ounce of knowledge and putting it to some real work. This is the real world after all. You can think whatever it is you want. It is a danger and a gift. You are responsible for yourself now.
What I am trying to tell you in all this is to take the college experience as is. Don’t be disappointed if it is not exactly like you pictured. Accept people and keep an open mind. Take your ideas and dreams and run with them. In college, you can choose what it is you want to do. Just make sure do not judge the situation prematurely. Take the experience in open arms and be ready for the unexpected.
Take care,
Me
on Tue Jan 19, 2010 3:55 pm by Bird of Hermes
A few weeks ago, I was informed by my high school band directer that a colleague of hers had died. I keep in touch with her and her program and she has kept up with me and gotten me a few gigs here and there for musicals and such. She's even let me borrow her personal drum kit on occasions. I asked who had died, as it may have been a teacher I had studied under. It was. My senior civics instructor had died over winter break. It had been quite sudden. She had been taken to the hospital with chest pains and died of cardiac arrest during her short stay.
We all know that there will come a time when people we knew will start dying, their lives picked off one by one as we watch for our turn. But even so, we are never quite prepared when the first passes away. It forces us to think of what we had never said, never done, never wished for them.
I wonder what I would have said to her if I had known that she would die so suddenly. Perhaps I would have told her that I was following in her path, that I wanted to teach history.
I never had the chance to tell her that. No. I did have the chance to tell her. I just never did.
We all know that there will come a time when people we knew will start dying, their lives picked off one by one as we watch for our turn. But even so, we are never quite prepared when the first passes away. It forces us to think of what we had never said, never done, never wished for them.
I wonder what I would have said to her if I had known that she would die so suddenly. Perhaps I would have told her that I was following in her path, that I wanted to teach history.
I never had the chance to tell her that. No. I did have the chance to tell her. I just never did.
on Tue Feb 02, 2010 11:08 pm by Bird of Hermes
"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to heaven, we were all going direct the other way - in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only."
So starts one of the greatest books of the 19th century.
It may as well have started as such: This world has winners, this world has losers, some will pass, some will fail. It is a fact of life. Some people win, but most of us lose.
Yet, we have entered an age that wishes to eradicate this "superlative degree of comparison". What a world it would be if there was no winners and no losers! But, that is not the world we live in.
However, some people want our children to live there. And they intend to create such a place. Sheltered from the reality of life, these people wish to create pens to shield the youth from experiencing the pain, disappointment and humiliation of defeat. They want to create a place where there are no losers, a world where no one fails.
But what is so wrong with that? That could be paradise for our children! Certainly, no one would be opposed to such an ideal.
I am.
Welcome to the world without winners and losers. Welcome to the age where no one fails. Here is a place where your actions don't matter. No matter what you do (or don't), you will end as the winner. Every test you take you will pass. There is no failing here. Everyone meets the same results: success.
There is no need to try. There is no incentive for striving. No use for working, no use for toiling, no use for motivation. This world rewards inactivity. This strange new place gives you everything... for nothing at all.
This world falls. Nothing is ever accomplished. Nothing is ever done. Nothing you do will matter. And when you find yourself flung into the real world, where the true winners take their prize, you will not be prepared for the heartache. You will not be prepared to lose.
Why would you do that to a child? In the name of protection, we hurt.
This does not have to be so. Let the children lose. Let them fail. Let them fall.
So, that one day, they may have the strength to rise.
So starts one of the greatest books of the 19th century.
It may as well have started as such: This world has winners, this world has losers, some will pass, some will fail. It is a fact of life. Some people win, but most of us lose.
Yet, we have entered an age that wishes to eradicate this "superlative degree of comparison". What a world it would be if there was no winners and no losers! But, that is not the world we live in.
However, some people want our children to live there. And they intend to create such a place. Sheltered from the reality of life, these people wish to create pens to shield the youth from experiencing the pain, disappointment and humiliation of defeat. They want to create a place where there are no losers, a world where no one fails.
But what is so wrong with that? That could be paradise for our children! Certainly, no one would be opposed to such an ideal.
I am.
Welcome to the world without winners and losers. Welcome to the age where no one fails. Here is a place where your actions don't matter. No matter what you do (or don't), you will end as the winner. Every test you take you will pass. There is no failing here. Everyone meets the same results: success.
There is no need to try. There is no incentive for striving. No use for working, no use for toiling, no use for motivation. This world rewards inactivity. This strange new place gives you everything... for nothing at all.
This world falls. Nothing is ever accomplished. Nothing is ever done. Nothing you do will matter. And when you find yourself flung into the real world, where the true winners take their prize, you will not be prepared for the heartache. You will not be prepared to lose.
Why would you do that to a child? In the name of protection, we hurt.
This does not have to be so. Let the children lose. Let them fail. Let them fall.
So, that one day, they may have the strength to rise.
on Sun Feb 28, 2010 10:01 pm by Bird of Hermes
I'm sorry that I had to do it
cut you deep with the knife
of hard truth and tough love
Indeed it is a rather blunt knife
that which I keep sheathed
for such honest and due occasion
But this was such a time
and you should have seen
that blade like a scythe descending
Where you stood so confidently
just a moment ago was on sacred ground
that which is made of men's words
And that which is made of such
cannot be tread on so easily
without dire consequences
There is a god of words
and she reigns with an iron fist
and a sharp and hardened quill
I am that angel of words
and I have seen your crimes and good points
and I shall cut you down all the same
cut you deep with the knife
of hard truth and tough love
Indeed it is a rather blunt knife
that which I keep sheathed
for such honest and due occasion
But this was such a time
and you should have seen
that blade like a scythe descending
Where you stood so confidently
just a moment ago was on sacred ground
that which is made of men's words
And that which is made of such
cannot be tread on so easily
without dire consequences
There is a god of words
and she reigns with an iron fist
and a sharp and hardened quill
I am that angel of words
and I have seen your crimes and good points
and I shall cut you down all the same
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