2/27/2005

only god left me

My daddy left me when I was a kid.
My first love left me when she heard what Jesus did.
My best friend left me when I cursed him to his face.
My heart left me, it left without a trace.

But only god left me when god became myself.

My Jesus never left me when I told him "go away."
He said to me, "Son, you know I'm here to stay."
My Savior never left me when sin dripped off my hands,
He washed me clean sayin', "Boy, you'll see the promised land."

But only god left me when god became myself.

(This was inspired by a picture by Shannon Culkeen)

2/25/2005

We're so "crazy in love."

Listening to: He is Legend- The Seduction These guys rock. Must buy their album. Gotta find the princess... I think you know me well... JULIET! YOU KNOW YOU WANT IT!!

I am now the proud owner of 0ga bamboo plugs, with cool designs burned into them. oga is the point of no return. Any more stretching and it's permanent. Anyway, I love them so much. Wooden jewellery does away with "ear gunk." (For those of you who know nothing about body piercing, "ear gunk" is a substance that develops on stretched piercings. It is a combination of sweat, dead skin and dirt, and is sticky and milky white in colour. It smells gross and if it's not cleaned off it can create itching and infection. Sound yummy? That's why me likes my bamboo.)

So, I'm continuing my research for my HIS 230 essay, which I will most likely start writing today. Good fun.

Anyway, I'm done.

2/21/2005

The wonderful future (You know, April? When classes are over...)

Listening to: Our Lady Peace- Are You Sad? By far, Spiritual Machines is OLP's best album, both lyrically and musically. I never get sick of this record.

So my reading break officially starts tomorrow with no work or school. My to do list:
1. HIS 230 Essay research and write
2. Milton Presentation
3. Read "Riddley Walker" for ENG 230
4. Research for HIS 312 essay

And tomorrow specifically I have to by an ink cartridge for my compy 386. Well, not 386, but sometimes it freaking feels like it.

So, I'm in awe of the fact that I have been completely ignoring God for two weeks. Not praying, not reading His word... and when I say awe, I mean awe in the same way you would stand in the awe of the sight of a newborn baby being crushed by a transport truck. Awe in the VERY bad way, not the good way.

Well, I should remedy this.

2/18/2005

I'm back from the dead.

Listening to: Neal Morse- Oh Lord My God

Guess what? Guess where I am? AT MY HOUSE! And I'm listening to a cd I burned on my cd burner. And I'm browsing the net on Firefox. Oh what fun. Yeah for a computer that works. That's all for now.


2/17/2005

gNomus's no good terrible rotten very bad week (and a half).

Listening to: The Cha- Cha- Chariot. Noah needs his metal action.

The following things have gone wrong in the past 1.5 weeks:

1. My internet stopped working.
2. My computer was infected with a virus leading to MS Word dying.
3. My CD-ROM drive kicked the bucket.
4. My CD Player broke.

In order to fix problems 1-2 I had to reformat my hardrive, leading to the loss of all secondary programs on my comp. In order to get these again I NEED TO USE FREAKING CD'S TO DOWNLOAD THE SOFTWARE! I CANNOT DOWNLOAD SOFTWARE IF MY CD-ROM IS BROKEN!! GAH!!!! And number 4, that's just a piss off.

Oh, and to top it all off I ran out of ink today leading to me scrambling to hand in an essay.

Instant bloody gore and death raining bloody chunks of flesh and imminent mass destruction involving extremely torturous punishment causing decaptitation, mutilation and other unpleasantness spews forth from my soul to anyone and anything remotely involved in the construction and / or maintenance of my computer. Well, maybe not that bad.

I need to go to class. Death.

2/15/2005

I am alive.(Most of the time).

So, my wonderful computer is now fixed... with the exception that my freaking internet installation disc doesn't freaking work. And it makes me want to freaking kill things. GAH!

Anyway... Tomorrow I will be reading some poetry at the TCF coffeehouse. It will most likely be two of my own poems and two that are not my own. Anyway, it promises to be a unique experience.

Last night I hung out with Sarah, but don't worry folks it wasn't for that ridiculous, shallow, pathetic "holiday" that many celebrated yesterday. It was just for fun.

I said "water" expecting the word would satisfy my thirst.- ajw.

Surprisingly not much to say today.

2/08/2005

...again.

So I haven't had my computer since last Monday. I hate not having my computer. I hate only hving access to the internet three days a week. That is a pain.

On Sunday night I hung out with Jerry for three hours and that was wonderful. Hearing him rant about girls for a change was great.

I think it's time to kill the lies again.

Crawl with me,
Fall with me,
Promise me:
Shine is dead.
(The Prayer Chain, "Crawl.")

2/02/2005

"What need they?"

Keep walking; breathing-
Blind mouths.
Led away on a fish hook:
Rejoicing.

I read my religion like a scholar.
Let's see if it breaks me.
Words interpreted
By Flesh
Are dead.
But His Spirit rises
From the open page:

My soul.

2/01/2005

Hey look, it's my English 205 essay, for lack of a better place to save it.

“My love is like a red, red rose” by Robert Burns is a classic love poem that makes use of one of the most often used symbols for love, the rose. Burns’ poem describes a new romance by using numerous similes in his text. This poem was written as a lyric poem and the repetition of certain lines and sounds in the poem makes it ideally suited to be sung with music. The travesty is a reflection of my view that the rose is a read metaphor for love that has become overused and meaningless. I transferred the style of the poem to a new context, an obsessive man mourning the loss of his “love.”
In writing the travesty I kept the structure of the poem the exact same, as the rhymes and repetitions in the original are significant to the establishment of the mood of joy and excitement. The poems basic structure consists of four four-line stanzas alternating between iambic (four feet) and iambic trimeter. However at times Burns diverged from his structure adding an extra syllable in lines 10, 12 and 14. I copied this as well. By following this structure my parody creates the same sense of musicality and joyful flow as the original. The joyful sound is subverted by the imagery of the dead woman rotting in her grave, creating a tension between rhythm and content that cannot be resolved by the reader.
Another structural similarity is my imitation of sound. I decided to open each line with the same word used by Burns in order to make the poems look similar. I also copied internal sounds in many lines. For example, line 5 of each poem in which I exchange the word “pale” for “fair” and “boney” for “bonnie,” creating the same sound with a different meaning.
A significant portion of Burns poem is committed to the use of similes to establish the narrator’s feelings for his “love.” I kept the use of simile intact in the first two stanzas, but after these I moved to a use of literal language. This is done in order to establish the insanity of the narrator in my parody. Also in the last stanza there is a subtle indication of necrophilia which utterly perverts the intentions of Burns original poem. However the intense feelings of his narrator are translated easily into the obsessive nature of my narrator.
In my travesty the simile of the rose becomes utterly ridiculous and totally inappropriate to the content of the actual poem. The structure, rhythm and meter is copied exactly in order to create tension and to mock the imagery of the original poem. By using a metaphor that is entirely inappropriate to the content of my poem, it creates a travesty of both the original poem and the metaphor.

Fare thee well awhile

Yet again my computer has attempted suicide. This time it was a lot more seious though, and Microsoft Word is un-functional. It's landed itself at the hospital for a few days. Hopefully it will learn better.

Don't anthropomorphize computers. They don't like it.

In other news, The Bridge was a unique experience on Saturday. I actually connected with a couple kids for the first time really. It was stellar.

Well, I'm off to write an essay... at school... gah.