i've been saying this all along...

A Milli Vanilli President

Stacey Dominici voices her opinion during a protest Sunday at the Springdale Borough Police Department. The protest centered around the arrests of three teens and a man Friday after Springdale’s football game.
STEVEN DIETZ, contributing photographer
courtesy of the Valley News Dispatch
 

guys run road in Harmar, Allegheny County 

tarentum in the flood two weeks ago 

they just don't make them like they used to 

springdale! 

a little place we call home

did i tell you i've started a company.
springdale supplements est. 2004
it's a good idea i think.
i hope other people think so too.

all i need to know in life i learned from what about bob.
babysteps.
i hope at least.
i've been spending the past three days working on a midterm essay for a human rights course i am taking.
it's all a bit tedeous right now.
slowly but surely.
what a lame post this is.
certainly there must be something more interesting to write about than the mundane goings on of my academic life.
there's elections to be held (afghanistan holds their first one this saturday oy!) and all sorts of important newsworthy things to consider.
but that all takes a back seat when you've got a paper nagging at you.
computer labs are a peculiar place.
to think, they never existed until a decade or two ago.
nowadays their a mainstay of the typical college student.
all those cathode rays and printer fumes and fluorescent lights and electric clickings.
kinda drives you bonkers after a while.
i want a computer lab in the forest.
with waterproof screens and keyboards.
and raindrops and earthy smells.
and peace and quiet.
maybe some birds chirping or something.
real birds too. not fake ones.
that'd be kinda nice.
baby steps/

sometimes i think the habits of your life are like heartbeats.
pulsating slowly at first and then faster and faster until it becomes a part of who you are, your being.
take writing for instance. you don't just go from being a complete non-writer to suddenly creating extensive thoughtful prose. it takes time.
i write on here sporadically. my society tells me i should feel bad for the things that i plan on doing but never accomplish.
it appears your better off not hoping to do anything at all so you're not let down when you fail to follow through.
i think that's a crock o' shit really.
how else can we become what it is we dream off if we don't venture to dream a little.
so create a weblog. a space where only i write.
a connection to this vast world around me that is my own.
no censors here. what i feel like writing about is what is written.
no deadlines, no proofreaders.
and i enjoy it.
but for some reason i'll stop for extended periods of time. nearly forget about this space entirely.
and then i return.
i look for an outlet in my life that allows me to share my perspective with others.
and that's what i'm learning as a writer. that ultimately it doesn't matter what anyone thinks about the words you write.
you were never really writing for them in the first place.
so there's some brain droppings for you.
maybe the beat of this aspect of my life will slowly increase.
as i'm exposed to more ideas, more ways of life, i'll be able to understand things just a little bit better.
so yes.

phew been a while.