tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-268414102012-02-10T15:44:10.928-08:00My name is Nate, and here is my tiny corner of the internet.Chebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15581244195188495459noreply@blogger.comBlogger1991100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26841410.post-17199312531429081032012-02-03T19:58:00.000-08:002012-02-03T19:59:11.396-08:00

"No more words. No more deeds. There is nothing left to say. And only one thing left to do."Two men close as brothers, torn violently apart by lies and betrayal and death. One loved a woman he should not have and slew a king to keep secret that love. The other knew the truth of it and was framed. Poison, rebellion, knives in the dark, secrets and murder and black magic. All for this. All for

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The Wailin' Jennys - Storm ComingBecause sometimes you need something not overproduced and auto-tuned.

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Walk out on to a brightly-lit stage alone. An unused instrument lies powdered with dust from long disuse.Slowly it becomes clean. One wonders if they can play it again, if they ever could in the first place. Tuning slowly, adjusting pitch and tone until harmony is achieved, if not with the universe at least with itself. Then when unity is attained internally, a single note. Then another. A

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It was the day after Thanksgiving and I was working another day in the ER. I was 22 at the time and had a few years of experience under my belt. I was working triage, which means I got vital signs and a basic understanding of why people were in an emergency room the day after a holiday.It was early in the morning, about 8 am, cold outside, enough to make your breath fog. Not too many patients

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Protesting is a romantic, youthful idealistic pastime, but it's very ignorable and it's not very constructive. It is a three year old throwing a tantrum on the kitchen floor, only it's a group of adults doing it in a public setting.Protesting by itself has a very low percentage rate insomuch as achieving any of its aims (if those aims are at all concrete and realistic). The teeming examples

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So, what has been going on with me?I've been dating a fantastic woman named Miranda since December, hence why I probably don't blog here as much as I used to. Now we live together. Don't look back on prior posts and see how much this clashes with my strong-headed younger self, that'll just make me look silly.I have a second nephew now, Gabriel Anthony.I've joined a boxing gym and am earnestly

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Call me Eitu. I'm a Strobe, doomed to wander the cold lands, searching for Shards as they wander across the endless night sky. Shards created long ago when the Great Pheonix shattered the Sun, the Great Egg, flinging the Shards to the heavens, miniature suns of varying size and power and color, mostly yellow and red and gold, slowly shooting across the sky. One day the Pheonix will return to

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When I was a boy, I wanted to be Baristan the Brave. Golden armor, golden hair, jeweled sword, magic Pegasus, the whole deal. Spent my childhood with a wooden sword practicing, my adolescence with an axe chopping lumber with my father. I was meant for great things. So when I was 16, I joined the army.Served for four years, got bloodied, distinguished myself in combat. At the Battle of Mick's

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The players are a seven-man crew of specialized soliders at a remote Alaskan nuclear silo during the 1960s, responsible for the care, maintenance, and launching of nuclear weapons.Day one, they get a basic tour of the small base. Silo with two big missiles, launch control, mess hall, personal quarters. Maybe introduce a handful of well-fleshed out NPCs. The doctor, the cook, the two big guys with

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I was just a boy when the Great Pheonix awoke from his slumber. When after thousands of years, he had regrown and regenerated from his great crusade against the swarms of the void. When he began to flex within his crystal shell, the normally yellow light slowly pulsing through the spectrum, from red to ultraviolet, changing every several days. Wizards and alchemists pondered the meaning,

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Take a look out there, out that window...you see an army? Because that's what I see. Now look at yourselves. Six men. Six men that thought they'd be going home next year. Six men, hiding in this hovel, counting their breaths. Six men that signed their lives away when they were just boys.Because that's what I see. Just six simple, lost men. Men sitting there with their heads down, waiting to

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I had planned to do a few more blog posts, but that last post kinda took it out of me emotionally. I can't blog about working with sick people when I'm thinking about dealing with my recently-deceased father. Or how "Awaiting The Dawn" is now a googled term that leads to metal bands when this thing was the only result for years. Or about girls. Or about how working random night shifts has

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Brandi Carlile is one of my favorite artists. I especially loved her music on her second album, but really her music is good from top to bottom. She's got that country thing going on but has no problems shifting into some rock and roll. And her vocals. Best live vocals I've ever heard, for sure. Lady's got a beautiful voice.Her voice really shines on her more melancholy tracks because of the

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Kings of Leon is coming out with their new album on Tuesday. I am going to buy it, not because I like their scene (I hate it). Nor will I buy it because I think chicks will like me if I can play a decent acoustic guitar cover of "Sex On Fire." The thing is, when those guys plug in guitars and mikes and start banging on drums, I feel their groove. No, their music isn't technically complex

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The following is Reposted From Some Dude's Blog Cuz I Find It Interesting------"On occasion people ask me what, exactly, it is I have against Christianity, inasmuch as I seem to rail against it quite a bit. My general response is: I have nothing against Christianity. I wish more Christians practiced it. The famous bumper sticker says "Christians aren't perfect, just forgiven," but I often wonder

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I woke up pain free and in a panic. Where were the doctors, the nurses? Did the operation go well? Am I going to make it? I sat up with a jolt, eyes wide and mind running.I was in a forest, bright and clear. Birds were chirping. It was midmorning and the temperature was somewhere in the low 70s. The ground I was lying on was soft and yielding, a carpet of embracing flowers. Their scents

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FADE IN:INT – SIEGE TUNNELA dirty procession of filthy WORKERS walk stooped down a long, timber-reinforced tunnel, carrying barrels on their backs. All is lit by a solitary candle at the front of the group, held by an ENGINEER. The light casts eerie shadows on the walls. NARRATOR(V.O.) For 13 years, Barthenor and Milon have waged war. For 13 years, sons died whilst mothers wept. All

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All nurses must take this test to qualify for their license. It's a big intimidating honker of a thing called the NCLEX examination. Apparently they empty your pockets, lock you in a dark room, give you earplugs/headphones so you can't hear anything, and sit you in front of a computer. There are a random number of questions and it can end at any time after 75 of them. It takes awhile to find

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I have always prided myself on my sense of rugged asceticism, especially as a younger man. These pants? Ten dollars, have worn them since high school. This shirt I got at Savers during Freshman year in college, wear it every week. Look at my sensible living and tremble. No small amount of that pride in this transcended to spiritual matters, as in I am being Wise With Money and not caring for

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I have always been leery of social networking technology. I only got a cell phone after everyone in my acquaintance threw their hands up in frustration and wrote me off as a technologic simpleton. I still don't like owning one. And it was only after much cajoling and with a begrudging heart that I made a Facebook account. Facebook is the only slice of networking pie I consume, unless you

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A verdant wood presses around me close as my feet crunch the dry leaves. Some faint light breaks through the canopy, painting liquid shadows on the forest floor. My paranoid eyes search through the twilight gloom. Every few minutes, I stop to listen and smell the wind. Probably more effective than looking in this place.Despite the shade, I've sweat through the back of my shirt, my back

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Skips happen suddenly. The computer runs its course, the numbers are crunched and astral trajectories analyzed. Then suddenly, you look around and the star field has changed. Sure, you pressed the button, but there doesn't seem to be anything really different. No ominous whirls or lurching accelerations or flashes of technicolor lights. Just a change in the pattern of the tiny specks out

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Best watched if you click on the video and go to Youtube. Because of widescreen shenanigans, it cuts off the right hand part of the vid. Better viewing experience, in my opinion.

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The problem with my species has always been a lack of perspective. Just look at history, psychology, religion. Petty dreams of impermanent conquest, worldview condensing down to only what you can percieve, trying to put God in a box. Just so we could wrap our brains around it, you know? Because the possibility of there being MORE is too much. Too much for us to understand. The Universe is a

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I have been feeling out of sorts lately. Tired all the time, don't much understand why. Friends aren't energizing, prior pleasures don't perk me up anymore. It is as if someone has turned down the contrast so everything is now grayscale. By all accounts I should be joyous. Nursing school is ending and opportunities are lined up as far as I can foresee. The fruits I have been pursuing for

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I landed on his Rock after many months of searching. Finding anyone in the Fall is difficult by nature. Finding a specific man, a mechanical genius gone mad by doing too much Edgedust (Dust for short), that's something all the more difficult. Did that last bit surprise you? Most people know that Dust can give you a hell of a high. The rare thing is seeing brain damage caused by too much Dust

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Some people go on vacation when they graduate from college. Others start house shopping, a few get boob jobs. I buy behemoths with 8 gigs of RAM, 1 terabyte of memory, and a 23" widescreen monitor.Eat your heart out, computer nerds.

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Life is a curious thing. Born by mistake, with the mixing of protozoic slimes, and the fusing of proteins and acids. In the beginning, all was blackness. I do not remember my birth, only the warmth of the womb of stars, and the nausea of my spiraling emergence into a nightmarish dream. I was drowning in cold water, though always my core smoldered and burned beneath the cloak of my flesh, stone

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One All-Girl Japanese Ska Band At A Time

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I am Shepherd Letholdus of the Mother's Order. Most of my flock called me Leth. This is my story.My parents were farmers within sight of the Rand Mountains. When I was eleven, rumor reached my family that a war party had come over those mountains. Rumor became fact when we saw fires burning far off in the night. We knew they were coming but my father refused to leave. He gave our family

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47-46.Not bad.

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The New Year is ending. What did I learn in 2009?- I learned that Hell Week in second semester was truly hellacious. Up at 5am every day, home at 8pm. Lots of reinforcement about IV sticks, the joys of neonatal care, and catheter care. Learning when one's tip is weak and when it was just not meant to be in the first place.- I learned the joys of small town hospitals. They are small, intimate

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I had noticed that Mor's post count had grown level with mine, so I went here to build up my slender lead back up. No inspiration was hitting, so I cranked up iTunes, hoping that something would inspire me. Some nostalgia-rock was playing, so I starting going on about Facebook and how we all change over time and the perceptions of that change and how close those perceptions play into

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After a long meal in good company, there are few greater things than washing the dishes. I don't wash dishes with a plug for the sink, instead "wasting" water to have a continual flow in an effort to keep things clean. Roommates and dinner companions in the past have chided me for this, but I still do it my way.Dish washing is a very soothing thing for me. The warm water flowing over your

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Oh, Sam.Shit, Mr Frodo, what the hell are we doing out here in the middle of nowhere?I dunno. Let's pick some daises.Good idea, Mr Frodo.*daises were picked, time was passed*Sam, these daises sure are heavyI can't carry the daises... but I can carry you!You can carry the daises if you want to.*A weeping Sam picks up Frodo, who in his panic drops the basketful of daises on the woodland floor.*

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In this internet, there are many types of blogs. There are personal blogs, where one recounts whatever thoughts come to mind. Often they are as simple as what the person did that day, to who they saw at the mall, and how it made them feel. They are sentimental things, personal blogs, with a very small following if they get a following at all. But those who write personal blogs just do it for

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The basis of all drama is conflict. Without conflict there is no action. Without action there is no character. Without character there is no story. Conflict is basically a will encountering an obstacle, and the struggle of that will to overcome it.When I was in high school theatre, my teacher really tried to impress upon us the ideas of drama and conflict on stage. He would split us up into

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I have noticed that women seem to pay more attention to me lately. This could be for a few reasons. Could be that me lifting weights to build upper body mass so I'm not such a weeny has paid noticeable visual dividends. Could be that I am one of the rare people that grow more attractive as they age. Could be my charm is getting more charming as time goes by. Could be that I am about to

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It's been a few days since I've posted. I apologize. Finals have a tendency to cut into leisurely chats like these and I always make a point to have leisurely chats when I can get them.During finals, I grow a Finals Beard. Similar to the Playoff Beard if you follow the NHL, it is a commitment to not shave until the season is over, a final rugged push to the finish. I like it for the first

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Q: Three men are in a boat. They have four cigarettes and they want to have a smoke. But they have no matches or any other way to make fire. What do they do?A: Throw a cigarette overboard, making the boat a cigarette lighter.GET IT!?! Now enough of this silliness.I spent today in Reno with my sister. She's getting an eye surgery done this winter, you see, and so I am ferrying her around in

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Wow.

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I was trying to think of another way to weird you out on grammar, as I've already covered hyphens and first person pronouns. But one can't rush these things, inspiration must strike on its own. I should let it come naturally, like an inevitable tide. Besides, I shouldn't force another grammar-related topic so soon after blasting "me" and "I". Those are pillars of the English language. If I

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I am looking at my bookshelves and they are overflowing. I have books two-deep and stacked to the very top of each shelf. My schoolbooks are stacked halfway to the ceiling on top; they are not worthy of a shelf. Books are stacked on top of stacks, some at odd kiltering angles. There is no organization other than the tiny paperbacks are on the little shelves second from the bottom. I would

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I'll bet you were expecting this blog to be about word counting and whiskery. I thought it was going to be about those things too. So in the spirit of friendship and truthfulness, let's at least start on that note and see where it takes us.You see, there is this website I stumbled across online that chronicles the most actively used words in the English language. I flipped to a random word in

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Today was a beautiful day. I've always taken pleasure in winter days like this one, so long as I experience it through the looking glass. The world outside was quiet and snowy, while I was inside being loud and dry. I was on my own today, you see, so there was much loud music being played and no pants being worn. Oh, the joys of bachelordom.I have a very jocky-nerdy habit of buying books on

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Nostalgia is easy with blog posts, especially if you hold to current ideas about alternate realities. You can reflect back on life and think about how, if only you had kissed that girl when your brain was screaming "kiss her, you stupid fool!", then maybe that would have kicked off a reality where you are now happily married with four kids. Or you can think about how if only you hadn't been

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Like every young man, I've often dreamt of fame and fortune. These daydreams generally break down into three categories:1) Rock star2) Writer3) Football coachOne of the first things I want to buy when I have a real job making real money is a high quality guitar. I learned the basics on an ebay junker named Prospero. But he constantly falls out of tune, has a very limited tonal range, and only

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The older I get, the more apathetic I become. I suppose this position only brings more validity to the phrase "old and grumpy", but it's true.I disagree with many people about core issues. Among those I disagree with are very close friends and relatives. God, Jesus, politics, sex, drugs, alcohol, women, what is best in life, the list goes on. When I was younger, I thought it was my duty to

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Mor has thrown down a challenge. Who can be the most prolific blogger until the 2010? We are keeping score by the number of blog posts written from now until that time. This is the first of such posts, the opening salvo. He thinks he can outposts me, but little does he know I have a great many topics to discuss since I haven't updated in awhile. As I have said to him, have at you!I just had

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Google is mean

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Let's assume a self-replicating molecule is possible. Various origin-of-life proponents have been trying in recent years to get a self-replicating RNA-based enzyme-a ribozyme; but without success. Dawkins proposes a protein-based molecule but in some mysterious, unexplained manner ends up with DNA-based genes. How does he go from one to the other?Anyway, for the sake of the argument, how many

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I had lost my job, had about $50 in my bank account, and no food in the house. So I made a very careful list of what I needed and went to the grocery store. After careful shopping, I realize that I have money to spare, much more than I would have thought. Grab some more food, head to the line feeling good about myself.So I get my stuff ringed up and it's about ten dollars more than I expected.

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A Viking works at MIT as a Janitor even though he is a super genius. One day he solves a complex math problem left on a chalkboard. This forces him to choose between the familiarity of his old life and the uncertain potential of a life where he exercises his abilities.----Viking explorers coming upon a strange vessel, which, upon exploration, has the eggs of a forgotten species upon it. One bonds

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Brother Ali - Take Me Home

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I passed all my finals and checkoffs. After a year of stress, studying, blundering, embarrassment, laughter, stress, friendship, good company, stress, sweat, confusion, and stress, I'm done with my first year of nursing school. It feels surreal. I have one more year left of this and I'm graduated. With my nursing degree. And provided I pass my boards, which more than 95% of our students do,

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Best documentary I've seen in a long, long time.

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MESSAGE BEGINSWe made a mistake. That is the simple, undeniable truth of the matter, however painful it might be. The flaw was not in our Observatories, for those machines were as perfect as we could make, and they showed us only the unfiltered light of truth. The flaw was not in the Predictor, for it is a device of pure, infallible logic, turning raw data into meaningful information without the

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Who Ever Loved That Loved Not at First Sight? It lies not in our power to love or hate, For will in us is overruled by fate. When two are stripped, long ere the course begin, We wish that one should love, the other win; And one especially do we affect Of two gold ingots, like in each respect: The reason no man knows; let it suffice What we behold is censured by our eyes. Where both deliberate,

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Born in Japan to naval parents, I lived very nomadically as navy brats do until my parents settled in Fallon, Nevada. Grew up with a brother, sister, and a dog in this small rural town, playing sports and attending church all the while. I grew up very cynical, sarcastic, and arrogant because I thought that's what cool people were supposed to be like.Went to school at the nearest state university

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That about sums it up.

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Since I've started going to the gym in earnest again, I start to notice the little things a lot more. Lifting form in particular is a big one with me. Men especially sling around tons of weight with shitty form and wonder why they're not getting results. This larger guy I see at the gym about every day and I were talking about this. He's a bit chunky, works out for 2 hours a day, and never

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Have you ever had a moment where you wanted to grasp something and hold tightly, only to feel it slip away just as your fingers wrapped around it?I was living in Sparks at those ratty blue apartments, it was night time, I was listening to the radio in the car. The DJ came on, introduced a song as the Stone Temple Pilots. And it began to play.This song struck a cord/chord within me. Even though

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A good way to waste five minutes.

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Let me preface this by saying that country music is dumb. Cliche, formulaic, unsophisticated.But then my man Darrius Rucker, lead singer of Hootie and the Blowfish, put out a solo country album. I love it.Give it a listen.

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I am a very flippant person. Spontaneity makes me fun. I laugh at situations and people's reactions in them, I talk about silly things like zombies, ghost pirates, and slap fighting children.I wasn't always this way. When I was a boy, right up until I started high school, I was very introspective. I had an old soul, you might say. However, come 9th grade, I transformed into this wannabe

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Blows my mind

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Gentlemen, I bring you badassoftheweek.com

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When I am dead, my dearest,Sing no sad songs for me;Plant thou no roses at my head,Nor shady cypress tree:Be the green grass above meWith showers and dewdrops wet;And if thou wilt, remember,And if thou wilt, forget.I shall not see the shadows,I shall not feel the rain;I shall not hear the nightingaleSing on, as if in pain:And dreaming through the twilightThat doth not rise nor set,Haply I may

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Top Ten Greatest Explosions of Joy I've Experienced- My first truly passionate kiss- Santiago sunrise in the cathedral courtyard- Seeing my dog get up after being hit by that SUV- First time I played a blues riff and realized I made that sound- Eating cookies under a Spanish bridge in the rain- Landing after sky diving - Spinning her around after she threw herself into my arms- Epic House

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This week, I've been working Labor and Delivery (L&D). I didn't think that I would enjoy it but I really took a shine to it. Truthfully, I got a bit attached and I'm gonna miss the little babies I worked with.Got to talking to a young traveling nurse today and she told me how much money she pockets a month. It makes me uncomfortable.For the last week, I've been devouring the Night Angel

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I've had this idea for awhile that everyone has a secret mutant power, it's just not obviously awesome like Wolverine's healing factor or Magento's manipulation of metal. Much more mundane are we, like being incapable of burning macaroni and cheese on the stove. I think I've found mine. In a crowd or group, when we're all listening to a band, and a new track comes on, and it's a cover, I'm

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I went on a long walk today of seven miles. The sun was shining, the sky was a beautiful blue, and it was a brisk 53 degrees. I listened to music and sang to the desert.There is nothing in this world I love so much as walking in the country. Whether in groups or alone, it fills me with great joy. I never feel so close to God as I do when I'm out in his Creation. Church, worship groups, bible

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Played The Foo Fighter's "Monkeywrench" from start to finish, real loud. It was amazingly fun.

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I was listening to Matt Chandler tonight driving home, and he was talking about New Year's resolutions. He mentioned a NY Times survey where 90% of self-described disciplined/motivated people have totally abandoned their resolutions by Valentines day, less than 6 weeks into the New Year.Mr Chandler is of the opinion, through experience in dealing with people and through his intuition, that this

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My Name is BruceDo you like B horror movies with a budget of under a half million dollars with cliched dialogue starring Bruce Campbell? If you do, then you'll probably like this movie. If you don't, then you'll probably want to shut it off after 26 minutes, which is exactly what I did.Mama MiaThink "Across the Universe" but with Abba songs and a more girly story. And just like Across the

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The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao won the Pulitzer and I am starting to see why. I've read the last two fictions that have won the award (that and The Road) and both were dripping with voice. Just so much character delivered in a disproportionately small amount of words. I live in exciting literary times.I once wrote on here about what I was looking for in a woman because people were

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Just when you think you've started to figure things out, just when you think that you really know what's what, you hear a new perspective with Biblical backing and come face to face with your own hypocrisy. Which sucks in a fashion but is very heartening in another. It keeps you grounded, it keeps you humble, and you realize that's where a strong faith should come from, a grounded humility with

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Done with this semester. Holla. Next semester is surgery, kids, pregnant women, and newborns. I get to at least watch all those things, maybe even assist in a live birth. Not to mention surgeries. How cool is that? It's off the scales of coolness.This means that I can work out again, which I have been doing in earnest. While I'm not in near the shape I was post-Spain or when I ran 6+ miles

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"There is a thing called knowledge of the world, which people do not have until they are middle-aged. It is something which cannot be taught to younger people, because it is not logical and does not obey laws which are constant. It has no rules. Only, in the long years which bring women to the middle of life, a sense of balance develops. You can't teach a baby to walk by explaining the matter

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The wonders of digital vocal autotuning

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"HBO has given the production order. They will be filming the pilot episode of A GAME OF THRONES.It's just the pilot so far. They'll need to see that before they decide whether to proceed with a full season's episodes. So let's all hope the pilot will kick serious ass.It should. David Benioff and Dan Weiss did a terrific job with the script. And yes, all of you can relax, it's very faithful. Dan

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So I bought "The Once and Future King" awhile back. Its one of those books you hear about in passing every once in awhile throughout your life but never go out of your way to get. So I was in Barnes and Nobles months ago and I picked it up, figuring it would enrich me if I read it. Classics and all that.I've been putting off reading it, figuring it was going to be a dull ye olde tyme story

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This news story credulously headlines that astronomers have proven the universe is 13.73 billion years old, "plus or minus 120 million years." That's a margin of error of 0.9 percent! My, we humans are confident in our ability to figure things out: We already know exactly how old the universe is, to a margin of error much smaller than an election poll. Here is NASA's timeline of the research in

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Track your Amazon package:November 2, 2008 03:34:00 PM RICHMOND CA Shipment has left seller facility and is in transitNovember 3, 2008 07:47:00 PM RICHMOND CA Arrival ScanSo my stuff was shipped off, then it arrived 28 hours later at the same facility.Your stamp money at work.

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Your co-student's elderly patient has weakness in his left arm and needs to build up strength. Do you:A) Ignore it cuz he's old?B) Have him do repetitive physical therapy daily?C) Find out he's a guitar player and jam out gospel tunes after dinner?Flipping awesome.

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