When I was about 15 years old, I realized I knew everything. Not from the perspective of “My parents don’t get me”, or “The world operates for silly and ridiculous reasons that I could fix in a heart beat if I cared” typical way, but a true metaphysical understanding of the world and its workings.
I thought myself deep, advanced and skilled in wielding mental wizardry that revealed the fundamental roots to all life and non-life. I could see yen and yang while others could only think to tattoo the symbol somewhere on their bodies hoping to gain its strength through some odd absorbing process.
I wrote a great mass of this wisdom down, often in lyrical poetic form because intelligence, *true* intelligence spoke through artistic forms that related to math such as music, meter and measurements.
Before I drag you too far along, I assure you I’m wrong. This isn’t a post about how I thought I was right but now I’m right. It’s about being wrong in a rather infinite way. Maybe more importantly to me (and I stress *me*) is what do I do with that?
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Wednesday, January 10, 2007
My dad has started to blog on all the various gadgets he’s gotten into and I think I’m going to rob that idea from him.
I’ve inherited my gadget collecting habit from him anyways, so I might as well fess up and admit it.
Gadgets play an interesting role in life as it were. Different people like and dislike certain types of gadgets in their lives, and I think these items are more defining of who we are than we give credit.
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Monday, December 11, 2006
I can’t say that posting to my blog has been a top priority since Torrin arrived. Two primary reasons have prevented any serious attempts at writing for the last few months:
1. Baby’s don’t sleep when you want to, at least not at first – if at all.
2. Baby’s don’t sleep, so you don’t sleep, so you can’t think.
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Of all the chaos that is my life right now, Kerry and I did find some time to have a little fun with our growing boy.
We took him in for a 3D ultrasound, where it is possible to see a semi-blurry representation of your future child that isn’t just gray fuzz and whir in 2D.
We weren’t sure if we were going to do it or not, but then Grandpa-to-be stepped in with gusto.
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This will be a serious effort in random coherence, as best I can demonstrate it. I’m excessively tired, bare that in mind as I plan not to edit a single line of this once I am done.
The whole thing started with what should have been a good day. Unlike a great deal of Hollywood films, this one ended in more of a wash than a good or a bad.
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I should become so used to these words.
They will penetrate every week of my life from here until the end, or so I suppose. From the moment of conception, I am fixated, at least a few times a day, on my unborn son’s growth and development.
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