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[02 Jan 2007|12:35am] |
in conversing with certain strong acquaintances of mine earlier this evening (arguably the first of two thousand seven, although the starting point is quite arbitrary) we arrived - by way of a joke involving the word "farce" - at the idea of words that are what their definitions mean. the most perhaps obvious example of this is "word;" here are some others:
symbol
sign
signifier
this reminds me of the kurt godel's logic-system-eating-itself theorem that i read about a while ago and gosh darn it i wish I knew it well enough to explain it here. it's really interesting, though, and perhaps even mind-blowing. maybe i'll research it and post my results here, as one might be required to do were he or she enrolled in an online college course.
as tends to happen often in conversations and thoughts, we soon meandered on to different subjects (or non-); however i am intrigued by the aforementioned list and would like to add to it. i encourage my friends here to help contribute, as well
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[18 Oct 2005|10:34pm] |
1. terrible shoplifting nightmare, conniving employees and swimming escape from police vehicles
2. bumbling presentation, studies in musicology pondered
3. save self from toppling air conditioning unit, impressed by own reflexes
4. three chance run-ins, reflection on probability and possible worlds
5. successful quest to watertown, kindly assistance from many
6. swollen glands, spirits soar
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| The last one |
[26 Aug 2005|09:25am] |
These are directions to where PvBA is happening. Come anytime after noon today and leave anytime you want tomorrow.
If you are planning on staying the night, bring whatever pillows and sleeping materials you'll want for the evening. Also, bring some food. Finally, if you have any inflatable rafts - Sno-Tubes, inflatable canoes, and so forth - please bring them for the game tomorrow!
-Get on 293 North, up through Manchester and Hooksett. Go through the tolls.
-Take exit 15E. This puts you on 393, another two-lane divided highway (well, four lanes total. Two in each direction).
-Stay on 393 until it ends, and merges with another road. This is Rte. 4.
-You will come to a set of lights, with a large RV sales place on the right as well as a few gas stations.
-Take a left at this light.
-Follow this road all the way until it ends. It's quite twisty and scenic.
-Take a left here, at the end. This puts you on Rte. 28 North.
-Follow this for about 15 minutes or so. You will pass "Bosco Bell Mobil" on the left, and a few minutes later the "Barnstead Country Store" on the right. The road will get more narrow after that, and kind of wind through a tree-laden area. It will open up after a few minutes and you will see a pond on the right with a sign that says "Locke Lake Colony" and a small Realty place next to it.
-You will go up a hill right after this with a blinking yellow light at the top.
-Just before you reach the crest, turn right onto Danbury Road. It's made of dirt.
-Follow the road until it kind of forks, a few hundred feet up. Stay to the left.
-My house is on the right. It's brown, two stories, with a white chimney, and so forth. Probably there will be a few cars in the driveway.
For reference, the address is:
65 Bradford Lane
Center Barnstead, NH
03225
Call me if you have any questions, needs, or requests. Once again, I hope to see you all there!
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[17 Aug 2005|08:17am] |
why hello, it's your friend kev here - from two years ago. i've made the journey up here to inform you all (my dear friends who will be reading this) that the annual occurrence of the famous (and infamous) "Pirates Versus The British Armada" is coming up soon. don't stop reading just yet, though - this post gets a lot more specific.
the ceremonies will begin on Friday, August 26th, 2004 and run on into the day of Saturday, August 27th. the main event ("The Pirate Versus The British Consulate") will occur on Saturday, since most people probably will not arrive until Friday evening after they are able to leave their places of employment (stores, businesses, companies, and so forth). if enough people are around, though, certainly we could play a few games in the lake before the real deal ("P vs. BA") happens on Saturday.
so, basically, arrive on Friday afternoon/evening and stay over until Saturday whenever. there is not much in terms of bedding and other such materials at the lake, so bring some blankets and pillows, as well as some snacks, if you're into those things.
following are a few testimonials from past participants in the aforementioned "party":
this here is a picture of a man enjoying himself at a previous year's edition of this "happening". there's nothing ironic about the smile on his face.
this guy is actually on his way TO the "event" currently under discussion. the expression gracing his visage - at once both smug and secretive - tells us only one thing: he KNOWS that he is about to partake in a great time with a number of his closest friends and associates. and believe me, he was not let down.
now, there is one final stipulation: this will, as far as can be seen at the present moment, be the last time "P vs. BA" happens. why? because the lake house will soon be sold away, never to be used again. since battles don't happen wthout battlefields, one can reasonably predict that members of team P and team BA will have to sort out their differences some other way in the future.
thus, i'd love it if you all could make it up - even if only for the evening, or a couple of hours, or whatever you're able to make time for. hope to hear from you soon!
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[24 Mar 2005|12:13pm] |
1. this [school] year has been fantastic for concerts and guitar heroes. when you see me, ask me about any of these shows for an excited and scatterbrained recount of the experience(s).
list a:
-kurt rosenwinkel (last night)
-bryan baker (with brian ladd and ziv ravitz at rutman's)
-allan holdsworth
mats/morgan receive an honorary mention, even though they don't have a guitar hero in the band.
2. this is my first week back at school after spring break. i drank various types of soda while at home in new hampshire.
list b:
-vanilla coke
-coca-cola classic
-pepsi
-mountain dew
-schweppes ginger-ale
-faygo (no, just kidding)
i never really noticed how horrifying the word "schweppes" is until typing it out just now. jesus.
3. my parents now own a house in dover, and will be moving there in a month or two. i will be living there this summer. it is going to be great for a number of different things.
list c:
-hide and go seek
-building martial arts training areas in the backyard
-going on raft trips down the river that runs through the backyard
-lan parties
4. i was on my way out to practice at about 8:45 this morning but i turned around before leaving the building, deciding to come back and do some other school work instead (i have been kind of freaked out about school in general lately). i did get some work done, but then ended up installing the new iphoto and organizing all my photos for over an hour instead. while it was not productive in terms of school work, looking through all of the pictures definitely calmed me down a lot and got me even more pumped for the summer than i already am.
5. i'm pretty up in the air about whether i like to:
list d:
-leave my blinds pulled up at night so my room is bright and sunny when i wake up
-close the blinds before going to sleep so i can wake up and pull them open, making my room bright and sunny.
it's a tough call.
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[23 Jan 2005|12:44am] |
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sometimes (anytime, really;) they just COME OUT it can be when you least expect it or after hours of trying but whichever way (i'm sure) there it is either it's happening or it just happened or it's about to and the notes are just POURING forth, sometimes faster than you can put them together IT FEELS FUCKING AMAZING TO BE ALIVE when these notes of mine are just rushing away faster than my thoughts are QUICKER MORE QUICKLY THAN MY LIFE IS sometimes i'll look at something (anything: really) and i can just see how it's an instrument and EVERYTHING IS AN INSTRUMENT
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[16 Jan 2005|09:28am] |
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1. so i awoke this morning, confused! it happened easily at around 8:00, without an alarm. eyes opened, i waited for my self to fill me up again (as it does every morning, although sometimes it escapes during days). all i could remember was crashing my mother's red car on some rainy, imaginary highway somewhere - we were both okay, but she was running around and screaming - frantic and confused, stunned and nervous. me: "jesus fucking christ mom, take it easy" or something to that extent (myself harried and anxious, as well). it stopped there, once today started. but back to the issue: i can't remember! going to bed. i remember sitting in my reading chair, doing exactly what the (just-given) name of the chair implies. it was early; i was tired but determined to uphold some notion of what kind of nights "saturday nights" are supposed to be. despite it all, my eyes were closing (without my expressly given permission, no less!) in between paragraphs, sentences, and even words; the book would slip out of my fingers and strike the ground, letting out a noise that would put a halt to the nascent slumber that caused it. i made it through the essay - i know that - but the memories stop there. eyes opened,
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| the arnold arboretum |
[08 Nov 2004|01:59am] |
how do i communicate this?
it's me, alone (no not technically entirely alone) (but yes for the alone-ness of sensory experience) on the top of the [immediate] world!
eyes shut! my body did not exist; the wind moved the tree (serving as my perch) in unreal ways while the light battered at my eyelids, using every shifting pattern and flickering design possible to get in.
the voices below - blended together (i tried to remember professor meyer's lecture about some nameless-to-me philosopher; complex versus simple ideas; the notes and overtones that make up a chord); mixed with the wind and infinitely the rustling of the leaves (read: world).
nothing was discrete; individuality no longer existed. experience was not splintered; there were no parts to be singled out. it was the difference between digital and analog (think: physics book waveform diagram). pointillism from a distance.
the result: complete totality of existence! these words can only hope to send a tiniest sliver of understanding to anybody outside of myself. but trust me when i tell you that the experience was nothing short of transcendental.
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[02 Nov 2004|12:28am] |
i have wanted to write here (hear) lately but haven't really found the words, voice & content to do so.
facts!
1)i just began reading william james' pragmatism. i have never read a philosophy or system that i have really adopted; i always just take bits and pieces. what i read tonight gave me some good words&classifications to help describe methods that i already use. i am pumped.
2)lately i feel that i have truly begun to move past irony in viewing things around me. at this point i can sincerely appreciate somebody else's actions or words, no matter how deplorable they may seem to me. how hard to find the words to describe this well! just a general amazement at everything (this is nothing new to me, as you may already understand), but on a different level at this point. i suppose i will leave it at that. ask me about it if you want clarification. as a matter of fact, i encourage you to ask me about it, as it will help me to develop some words&explanations for it that i don't currently have.
3)i just finished reading a book on einstein's theory of relativity. the most amazing things are true (as far as the limits of our current scientific observations can show us)! it seems that sometimes people think that the awe of things is "explained away" by science, but to me it is quite the opposite. things exist!!!
4)refer to sk's most recent post and then allow me to tell you that i have been thinking about many of these things as well. entertain (as i am) the following conditions: a) living with shawn and maybe/possibly/hopefully alix; b) having my job be riding bikes; c) learning capoeira three nights a week still; d) taking a class or two to keep up with school; e)playing music with shawn.
5)to expatiate one of the conditions mentioned above: capoeira. i go three nights a week. for about a year now, it has been in my head on and off. to finally begin learning is to satisfy quite a desire! how fantastic to just be able to move around, and learn new movements and experiment and try things out. anything that begins with a cartwheel (i feel that i can most safely say this, save for perhaps some terribly preposterous situation that i have thus far not considered) is great by my standards!
okay so! this is some of me for now.
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| i wrote this with (as mike payne put it) a different perspective |
[01 Oct 2004|01:14pm] |
the scene: (mon 2 fifty eight am)
music is my song for friends. looped.
me standing in my kitchen. looking at my reflection in the microwave. my face comes into and out of focus. saying: you know what's in there. (pause) and you know what's out there: a point out the open window. gaze redirected back at you/me. now you know what to do. (almost in tears now, with the beginning of it)
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[15 Sep 2004|07:04pm] |
so i walked out up&onto the sidewalk a few moments ago (on my way here):
with smile broad more than i could contain-
unaware of why? but clearly and in full acceptance (read: wonder) of its appearance in me.
it was nothing in particular but every-as best i can tell-thing.
met with a quickly lowered beam(ing) and seemingly with deference that
i surely was not deserving of;
frankly our respective situations should have been reversed -
asks for nothing but offers his (a gift: his smile).
i was reminded of the words ("because my tears were filled with eyes") of a poem that i like.
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[30 Aug 2004|02:39am] |
i walked into rob's room today to find him wearing a shaved head, underwear, a him tee shirt, and a godin. i couldn't think of a better reentrance to my life for him.
we walked to the sopping wet conservation center with sunny skies above and rolling thunder to our sides. at the water, we found that a kind (well, unkind to some) soul had chopped all of the branches off of a half-fallen tree, making it into the perfect jumping platform. the stubby limbs that remained were like a ladder leading us into the water (by way of the air). we undressed to boxer shorts and jumped it a few times each. a possibly drunken, definitely sleeping man on a bike (not all at the same time) talked to us occasionally.
if something has been missing from my summer, today was it.
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[13 Aug 2004|09:10am] |
[here is how to get to it]
you all can get to 93N; just ignore the stuff before that (unless you don't want to).
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| pirates versus the lake house |
[11 Aug 2004|04:30pm] |
in case you did not hear or (more likely than not) i forgot to mention it to you:
the third annual pirates versus the spanish geneva (convection) will be occurring at my lake house in barnstead this friday beginning at 11:00 ai em. if you'd like, meet at shaun kelli's house between 9:00 and 9:30 to drive up with some folks. otherwise, drive up whenever and with whomever you would like. for directions, call me at 603 674 2562. everybody is welcome to stay over that night for more fun (if you don't like fun, then you could just head home).
so please please! come, because it would be great to see you.
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| beirut and bong hits |
[11 Aug 2004|04:18pm] |
"It's important ultimately because in order for America to thrive and win the war on terror we have to be unified and strong. That comes, first and foremost, from the strength of families," said [NH congressional candidate Mark] Brady, who made sure to point out that by "marriage" he meant "between one man and one woman."
-As seen in the Nashua Telegraph on Tuesday August 10, 2004.
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[05 Jun 2004|09:27pm] |
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a look at (truth-telling) the sky
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[29 May 2004|10:06pm] |
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so my parents just accepted an offer on our house. they will be closing in mid-july. weird.
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