Voices Carry
I recieved my Architecture in Helsinki album in the mail yesterday. That’s some fun music.
October: Canada or NC? Indecision 2005!
Is it just me or are dogs kind of intrusive?
Service groups crack me up. I find them to be excellent training. For what? For dealing with service groups I suppose. It all adds up ya know. Some times the three year old is the person I talk to the most. I wonder who learns more though. I guess that is really irrelevent. What is relevant is the experience and character that associating with people builds. It’s tremendously valuable I think. I even learned the color of nothing. It’s pink. That’s what I was told at least.
In my opinion my opinion is about as right as left. If I speak in the past tense it’s cause I’m tense about the past.
The choices they made; tho dreams broken do fade, were oft less wide eyed. Yet remained bushy tailed, en’ tho circumstance derailed and some hopes had failed. They refrain; and for such stay sane. I watch with interest keen, and yet for what am I looking, if such can be seen? It’s patterns I suppose, much like the rhythm and rhyme of prose, even the pedals in a rose, are splendidly arranged. And meet with little practicality in reality, when compared with the shape of a nose. It’s with winsome words of futures to build that their conversations were filled. Sad and ironic it may be, but it’s by the life they’re living many are kill ‘d. When the sky turns the grayest of grays and this boy feels the bluest of blues, then the wind blows in the wettest of ways; slowly to settle damp on my brow, only to run on like I do now, weaving a way, trying to try, to spell it out and say, it’s gonna be different;
starting now.
TESTPLUG wrote:
you were told wrong the true answer to that would be white (the absence of color) kinda like me at the beach.
and as for the service group thingI think it can also be a lesson in tollerence (just ask jemma)
Posted on 10-Sep-05 at 2:41 pm | Permalink
chuckles... wrote:
first off…
sweet header picture… that is awesome, how was it done? was it a work of your own? very good indeed.
canada hands down… unless you can visit one of my family members, then its all NC.
… and really, if the color of nothing is pink, then pink is no longer a color, but is nothing, we have no color pink. I have had equally dizzying yet interesting conversations in such group settings as well…
Posted on 13-Sep-05 at 2:21 am | Permalink
Sarah wrote:
With light, black is the absence of color and white is all the colors together. (You know, shine some white light through a prism and you get the rainbow…) But painting is the opposite. I think having certain pinks taken out of the color spectrum is a good idea.
That picture is awesome Kevin.
Posted on 13-Sep-05 at 4:32 am | Permalink
Ben wrote:
Man, fantastic picture. My hat is off to you old chap!
Or would broomstick be more appropriate.
In any case, as tempted as I am to get involved in the debate of color, I can not. Though if you really want to know my opinion, just read Sarah’s post again.
Anyways, we all know intellegence doesn’t exist (just look at my ironic spelling! LOOK AT IT!) and a white painting is not art. And the Dead Milk Men aren’t a very good band. Or wait… was it that a white painting IS art, but only when the dead milk men are bad…
Heh, esoteric indeed!
Posted on 13-Sep-05 at 5:50 am | Permalink
Thomas W. Moore wrote:
No, no, no, you got it all wrong:
1) Intelligence DOES exist, but Ben doesn’t have any.
2) The Dead Milkmen ARE art, but musically, they stink.
and
3) If everything is art, then nothing is art. IE. white canvass.
Oh and by the way, the center of the Universe is within us all, individually. You are the center of the Universe. And you, and you, and you. Which makes all of the above very wrong, or very right…depending on who you agree with.
Posted on 13-Sep-05 at 6:01 am | Permalink
rhythmkeeper wrote:
We have definitely had some interesting service group conversations lately. I am beginning to wonder whether I should share the fun and laughs with others or refuse to admit I had anything to do with them. The trouble is sometimes you learn things about people you would rather have never known.
The beach is actually still there, it’s just a few miles further out in the ocean than it used to be which equates to a smaller dry area in which to build sand castles. It will be ok in time. Until then I guess it’s getting beaten in the surf and sudden drop off at Bethune.
Posted on 14-Sep-05 at 1:05 pm | Permalink