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Sunday, October 31, 2004
Mid-terms
This semester is now entering the 8th week, so as a safety for me, I'll be using my time to study and make sure that I'm on task.
There are plenty of things to read in the archives for those who haven't been with me since the beginning. If I have something to post during this week, I think it'd be a miracle, but I will try. Maybe I'll find some time in one of my classes.
Now Playing - "Jimmy Eat World - Pain"
Posted by Ryan Bach .xXx. 9:16 AM
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Monday, October 18, 2004
Catch 22
If one makes a promise, and keeps it without understanding his promise, is there nothing wrong?
If one breaks a promise because of the information he discovers regarding it, does he become a liar?
Which is worse, to be stubborn in your decisions and live knowing it was wrong, or changing your mind and becoming a liar?
I suppose the problem lies not in the keeping of the promise, but in the beginning where a promise would be made.
Now Playing - "The Beatles - Here Comes The Sun"
Posted by Ryan Bach .xXx. 11:08 AM
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Thursday, October 14, 2004
A Grain of Sand: Revision
After I posted "A Grain of Sand", I decided that I could use it as a basis for my English class' essay assignment. I worked on it bringing it up to standard MLA muster. It stands at about 3 pages long (double-spaced, a special adaptation of colleges, I love it), one inch margins all the way around. But it's not your average paper. Enjoy.
What does the ocean bring that one might find solace upon this earth? Is it the salt of the water, the smell of the sand and seaweed? Is it the feel of the sand between your toes when you walk along the dunes of the shore? The rocks look like tiny mountains being consumed by the ocean, then revealed once again as the waves recede. The sky above is painted with clouds glowing with the sunset's golden color as though God Himself took out a brush and created the clouds with magnificent color! Out in the distance, the horizon is a thin line accross the plane, separating the airbrushed sky from the endless waters. It is here a man can stand, significantly insignificant. Part of, yet not integrated with, nature's beauty.
The simplicity of the ocean is cold and constant. Time's broken record, repeated daily. Not so much that each day would consist of a repetitive monotony, but similar from one day onto the next. Whether the rains pour down, or the winds sweep away, the waves shall always remain lest the moon shatter in the night. The man, connected to this calm place by the shore, remains constant in this world unless death should creep upon him. He will continue to be himself, slowly aging with time, but still the man he was born to be.
The man walks along this shore, thinking that the ocean seems so ominous as he looks upon the horizon. The shoes he wore to work this morning lay in the sand with his socks hanging from inside. Sand comforts his feet as he clenches his toes into the shore and begins walking. Thoughts of his desires to become wrapped up in this timeless bubble of peace and joy are all he can think about. His footsteps continue to pattern the shore as he walks along towards the powerful rocks jutting out of the water. The rocks are calling to him so that he might stand upon them and see the ocean’s beauty. Images of his pain and strife fill his mind as his feet are submerged in the salty waters. The tears pour out of his eyes and stream down his face as he begins to climb the jagged rocks. The rock’s surface provides a path for him to climb. The ocean catches his tears as they fall from his face, absorbing his pain and calming his heart with the sound it makes crashing against the rock he climbs.
So picturesque is the scene as this man climbs the rocks. He climbs up to the top, standing strong, admiring the view that the sunset has given him. Golden clouds reflect the sun against a deep red sky. The blue waters below shine brightly mirroring the sun as though the sun may be sinking underwater. The breeze and the ocean’s peaceful noise is all that can heard along this shore. No man-made sound can be discovered here, just peace and nature. That is the sole reason why this man chose to walk to this beach.
However, time is up, the beauty of the sun’s setting is fading away as it inches under the horizon and disappears. Tomorrow is just another day that isn’t subject to what has happened today, thought the man. “It is a chance to start again,” he whispered to himself. He turned around while standing on the rock and looked upon the city that stood upon the cliffs along the shore. He began to climb down from the rock as the water welcomed his feet. He trudged through the water and reached the shore. A seagull flew by reminding him of the beauty that would still remain here tomorrow, the next day, and the day after that. The bird landed by a waterfall along one of the cliffs and began to drink some of the water that accumulated there. I wonder if they notice me here, I wonder if they know why I come to this place each day, he thought. The birds noticed him as he approached to grab his shoes laying in the sand and waited a few seconds, watching him, then flew away. He could hear their calls rising in the air as they circled the area, waiting for him to walk away from the area around the waterfall. The man felt much better having come here, listening to the peaceful sound of the waves crashing along the shore. He walked up the steps that led to a parking lot of cars and began to search for his own. This is where fantasy stops, and reality rears its ugly head, the man thought as he looked at the meter for his parking spot. It had read “EXPIRED” and sure enough as he walked to the front of his car, there was a nice little ticket from the local police. He took up the ticket and tucked it away in his coat pocket, smiling as he thought to himself, worth the price for such a beautiful view and the weight lifted off my shoulders. He got in his car and drove away.
The ocean’s waves still crashed, the eroded rocks still remained, but the man was gone. Nothing has changed from the time the man set foot on that shore to the time that he left. That is, except for the footprints in the sand, and his tears absorbed by the ocean. When he returns the next day, he will not know that he has left a piece of himself behind, and he will continue to desire unity with the ocean and its presence. Yet he has become a piece of the scenery, a part of the ocean and its surroundings. The man is a part of what is, one with the landscape. Insignificant as a grain of sand, but just as necessary to the way things are in the world.
Now Playing - "Cake - Short Skirt, Long Jacket"
Posted by Ryan Bach .xXx. 8:18 PM
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Tuesday, October 12, 2004
life/DEATH
Since I'm sitting here in my school library waiting for my english teacher to stop telling my other classmates how to write a paper, I decided to finally bestow upon you all the passage I wrote during one of my classes. There's still quite a few people ahead of me in line, and rather than just leaving (though I really think I should) I thought I'd use my time a little more wisely. But you can bet I'd be gone by now if it wasn't for the fact that he still needs to hand out a worksheet to every student today. Anyway, here it is. If you're not quite sure what it's about, take a look at the previous post or remain in your confused state of mind. It really doesn't matter to me.
If I had the power to bring death
Death would come
If I had the power to give life
Life would be given
If I had the power to do both
Fate and future would hang in the balance
And one would conquer the other
Truth would arise from within
To reveal a man's true nature
And then one must ask himself
Life or death?
Now playing - "The ambience of a library computer room"
Posted by Ryan Bach .xXx. 2:19 PM
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Friday, October 08, 2004
evil/good
Today I was writing a short little passage in class that seemed to come out of nowhere. I decided it was interesting enough so I opened up my notebook and began to write down what I was thinking.
What I was writing was a bit morbid, but not extremely so. The passage describes the true nature of man and what one would do with power. Would he choose to use it for good or evil? Such a typical choice in today's world, but I find it interesting to think that many would use it for evil ambition and greed. If somebody had the ability to do amazing good, I'm sure their first choice would be to secure their superiority amongst everyone else that they could help.
It could be compared to those with lots of money today. In today's world, those who have money, have more power, and what I find out is that in most cases, those who have money use it primarily on themselves rather than helping others. Sure we have some who claim to be philanthropists, but in the end, what they give appears an insignificance to what they would spend on themselves.
Makes me wonder what is so neccessary about a overpriced car, house, and life, when you can live a little cheaper and help others out who desperately need it.
Now Playing - "(Chrono Cross) OC Remix - The Pancake Chef - Just Chill"
Posted by Ryan Bach .xXx. 4:08 PM
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Sunday, October 03, 2004
A grain of sand
What does the ocean bring me that I might find solace upon this earth? Is it the salt of the water, the smell of the sand and seaweed? The waves crash down below me as I stand upon a rock carved by these very waters. The sky above is painted with clouds glowing with the sunset's golden color. Out in the distance, the horizon is a thin line accross the plane, separating the airbrushed sky from the endless waters. It is here I stand, significantly insignificant. I am part of, yet not integrated, nature's beauty.
The simplicity of the ocean, cold and constant. Time's broken record, repeated daily. But not so much that it is exact, but similar enough. Whether the rains pour down, or the winds sweep away, the waves shall always remain lest the moon shatter in the night. I, too, remain constant in this world. I know not change, though time has its effect, I continue to be myself.
When I meet the ocean's waves upon sunset, my body calms and my mind floats upon the sound of crashing waves. It is here I become a part of what is, a piece of the landscape. Insignificant as a grain of sand, but just as necessary.
Now Playing - "Jars Of Clay - He"
Posted by Ryan Bach .xXx. 1:20 AM
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