Here is my first blog attempt ever:
"I am living in Queenstown, NZ, the time is...December. I will work for another half year as a landscaper then I'm heading home to find"
thats it. thats all i wrote one year ago
Nice one Hal. What a masturbation of procrastination. I couldn't even finish a sentence. I am the sultan of starting things. Not so kingly at the finish. I always was a terrible closer, especially in college. Perhaps there is still a bit of that in me. Ha. Listen to me. "Perhaps". As I recall, marywanna may have had something to do with not finishing that post. My memory is fuzzy from that time though. And you know what? From too many times since then. Lets see how much my mind and memory improves in the month of February. I will attempt to smoke nothing and regain control of my life. Question: Does anyone ever really gain control of/over their lives? No. I believe control can be manipulated. Things can be controlled. But only slightly so. Only when all the variables can be accounted for. The more variables, the greater the chance of human error in calculating where one's control ends. Living life is not that simple, though. There are simply too many ifs ands buts and thens. In the short amount of time that I have lived and breathed on this planet, I've found that the immediate moments surrounding my naive apperception of supreme control over my world were most often followed by life's reassurance that I was, in a word, wrong. Sometimes this meant an intervening with the long arm of the law, sometimes it meant a 'near life' experience, sometimes a broken heart or head. If these types of things happen often enough that they begin to become commonplace, then maybe its time to slow the fuck down for a moment to sort out your priorities. Check yaself before ya wreck yaself. It seemed to work for me. Thanks Chuck D.
"I am living in Queenstown, NZ, the time is...December. I will work for another half year as a landscaper then I'm heading home to find"
thats it. thats all i wrote one year ago
Nice one Hal. What a masturbation of procrastination. I couldn't even finish a sentence. I am the sultan of starting things. Not so kingly at the finish. I always was a terrible closer, especially in college. Perhaps there is still a bit of that in me. Ha. Listen to me. "Perhaps". As I recall, marywanna may have had something to do with not finishing that post. My memory is fuzzy from that time though. And you know what? From too many times since then. Lets see how much my mind and memory improves in the month of February. I will attempt to smoke nothing and regain control of my life. Question: Does anyone ever really gain control of/over their lives? No. I believe control can be manipulated. Things can be controlled. But only slightly so. Only when all the variables can be accounted for. The more variables, the greater the chance of human error in calculating where one's control ends. Living life is not that simple, though. There are simply too many ifs ands buts and thens. In the short amount of time that I have lived and breathed on this planet, I've found that the immediate moments surrounding my naive apperception of supreme control over my world were most often followed by life's reassurance that I was, in a word, wrong. Sometimes this meant an intervening with the long arm of the law, sometimes it meant a 'near life' experience, sometimes a broken heart or head. If these types of things happen often enough that they begin to become commonplace, then maybe its time to slow the fuck down for a moment to sort out your priorities. Check yaself before ya wreck yaself. It seemed to work for me. Thanks Chuck D.
