So, i'm appreciating being able-bodied after just caroling (for a birthday party) to five elderly ladies that could either barely stand up for five minutes or couldn't hear what we were singing. Wow, its so easy to take such things for granted.

I have lived through my last days at LeTourneau and am some how still alive to tell the story. My parents came so that we could bring home the trebuchet. On Daniel's insistence that we didn't take it apart, it was put on its side in a trailer being pulled by the van, no to mention all, yes ALL, of my stuff in the cabin. This was quite a caravan to Houston, Daniel on the red BMW R80, the white van pulling the monstossity, and me in the red BMW 2002.

I'll just say that being home has been interesting, but pleasant overall. One thing i couldn't resist taking a picture off, granted it was just a quick shot, was a small grave yard with at least one poinsetta at each head stone.

Forget vs. Forgot

Now please, correct me if I’m am in the midst of a great misunderstanding. I have continuously become agitated with the common use of “forget” when someone is saying what they are trying to remember that has slipped their mind. Emphasis on the slipped. PAST TENSE. How can one define the moment at which they are forgetting something to say that at that point, “oh, I forget.” You already FORGOT it!

Ok I can see someone habitually FORGETing something and then it is thereby forgotten each time, but that individual is in a constant state of forgetfulness. In this case the person could say, “I always forget where I left my keys.” Since it happens more than once, it’ll happen again so you are in the midst of forgetting and it is therefore a present tense. Ok, that’s enough for this early morning, refusing to study anymore, post.

I run blind.

Nathans of November

To a Nathan that will never read this, one that might, and another that always will.

Today I found a place. Harmony Hill. I’d had a conversation with a Nathan today that made the past swirl into focus. This time a year ago, chaos prevailed in copious amounts, not to mention the exasperating coefficient of drama, leading to a limiting reagent of sanity. Turmoil in my heart, battles in my mind, longing in my soul. A period in my mortal life I’ll never forget. Granted it’s nothing I bear in mind on a daily basis. The present is too promising to dwell on such things.

As this Nathan assumed my vague statements were referring to the past, I found it so ironic that I was talking about the night before. I have one friend that just last week wrote a drama about dreams and how the event being dreamt is happening elsewhere. This Nathan told me I kept him up the night before. (I had not talked to him or made contact of any means.) That night before, I had been reconciling the recent chaos that had not failed to splatter itself across my path. This chaos a fermentation of the other Nathan. It is so crazy how closely the events to culminate such climatic emotions closely correspond.

Another thing that hit me hard today, perspective. As much as C-4 and Rosene joke about their alternate realities, it too true. We too often formulate a view that in no way parallels to another. I don’t think it is that the differences are incorrect, but are more so the effect of peering at life through an entirely different lens. An individual unconsciously brought to my attention the depth of “just pretending.” An alternate reality we choose to consciously create while our daily lives consist of those that contrastingly seem more feasible and their culmination is often unknown to us at the time, or ever.

Perspective, some choose to forget, some choose to remember, some choose to create their own.

Contrast of the Nathans.

"He's not a police officer he's just a nice guy." -Hookah


mKay!