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Name: Jonathan
Country: United States
State: New Hampshire
Birthday: 2/16/1987
Gender: Male
Interests: my personal Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, chillin' with the fam, hanging with friends, playing capture the flag, soccer, or any other fun sport with brothers, sister, cousins, friends, etc. life and living it, but also defining purpose. And I am of course interested in you =)
Expertise: being me and whatever that may include
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AIM:  zGreyPilgrim
Member Since:
2/14/2005
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| His fingers tried for hours to find the words his mind could not. Unable to make sense of the cluttered host of focused thoughts running rampant inside his head, he wished they would flow onto a page the way a river flows into the sea. He wanted to make sense of them, yet he also knew that in the confusing state of understanding one might lose the beautiful mystery. He knew not the mystery. Only that it existed in its blinding clarity. He knew it not, but he loved it. Love with the passion and fury of lightning's great thunder. But to know the mystery would be to know the face of death. The sweet chaos of his mind wanted to grasp the intricate simplicities of understanding this, yet that understanding he feared like one fears the inventions of the mind that the shadow shrouds in darkness.
He realized he was not writing down his thoughts as was his goal. To form letters into words, and words into sentences, and sentences into ideas is to paint a picture. They cease to be written thought, and become an artist's drawing. But how does one draw an idea that has no shape or form, rhyme or reason. How does one describe an idea that makes no sense. To contradict oneself is to say two things that cannot be true at the same time. But what if that is the only way to paint the picture of an idea? What if its these contradictions that form the primary colors of the paint?
One of the joys I take in being human, and being imperfect, is that while living here I will never know the answer to that question. And I find great peace in that. If I was asked why I wouldn't be able to explain it. But perhaps its not something that needs much explanation.
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The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing.
~Edmund Burke
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| bah, that last post was retarded...ahh well...
so its a little after the fact, but I got to work with a Jamaican this past Friday. It was really fun actually. He was such a cool guy...very chill. Looks like I'll be working with more this summer, which will be fun. After hearing him talk for a while I can say this: while not everything in their culture is a good thing, there are many points to it that we could all use in the culture of the states...
okay, short post, but I need to sleep so I can work tomorrow 
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| I'm going to do something crazy. Post on xanga!! nuts, huh? I thought so too. It occurred to me that I really need to stay in better communication with my friends. I don't know if this will be the start of more regular posting or not, but its a post, and I'm fine with starting at the beginning and taking one step at a time.
So today I was working in Wolfboro. The account (we call the places we work at accounts...not job sites, or homes, businesses, residences, or the like...just "accounts"...boring, eh? I thought so too!) isn't important at this time (right now I have few words for people who have a 'guest house' right next to the main house...the guest house being a sight larger than my own home) but the distance from the shop (where the mow crew is based out of...at Belknap Landscape's headquarters in Gilford) is important. (By the way, I do realize my sentences are rather broken because of all the side notes I have...bear with me) On the ride home I had the...misfortune...of riding back with two fellows I'd just met today. They were both decent enough to work with...not my favorite people, but decent...However once in the vehicle things got fun. I think my overall IQ dropped by like 50 points after that ride.
First off, these are people who use the f word as an adjective, noun, verb, modifier, pronoun, adverb, and just about every other part of speech that exists...and if it isn't contained at least twice in a 3 word sentence they aren't using it enough. Now, I have an awfully high tolerance of people swearing. Let me rephrase...it takes a whole lot of swearing for me to be bothered by it...this did that. The usage was so over-the-top retarded that I simply did not see the point. Now, I'm no saint when it comes to swearing. I'll admit there isn't much I haven't said. But at least I swear for a reason. Not like these people...no reason to it, just....blaaaa....some line from the play about words being caught in a meat grinder and spewed all over the place comes to mind...
The next part was their talk of driving deeds. Yep, just as bad. According to them it is real cool to do 140 (on a bike...good luck in a car...) through the middle of Lakeport in Laconia...I was a sad panda...I mean, if they want to go fast...let them...but a buck 40? that's just stupid.
And finally, the talk of one of the guy's relating to his girlfriend. He was constantly referring to her as the female dog (if you don't know what I mean then...well...I'm not sure...but you should? heh...) I don't care who you are, that's simply disrespectful in a most extreme way. There are times when people are deserving of such a name, but when its used in casual conversation as a name for the person you are dating...ya, that's crossed the line...about couple miles or so...and then he started talking about how he knew that she knew that he had a second girlfriend...but she doesn't complain because whenever she starts he simply warns her that him having two girlfriends is better than her living with her folks (he seems to think she can't take care of herself) Yep, as if the first bit wasn't enough...I mean, I joke around about shooting people who treat girls/women this way...but honestly, sometimes I wonder if they deserve it. Thankfully I'm a believer in the fact that Someone Else has taken care of the justice department. Otherwise I'd probably either be on capital row or America's most wanted...not sure which.
So yes, by the time our 40 minute drive was done I felt like knocking their heads together, tying them up with duck tape, and throwing them in the dumpster.
There probably isn't anyone reading this who doesn't already know this, but just in case...girls, if the guy is such an asshole, leave him...life on your own isn't so bad =)
Okay, so now that my tale is done with...I think I discovered a sub conscious motive in telling it. To be honest I'd gone to bed already..but I could tell I wasn't going to be able to sleep for a while yet, at least not without doing something first. And I guess the thing that stood out to me the most today was how sad it was for these guys to behave in such a way. So that's why I talked about. Sleep hasn't been coming easy to me this week. I've got a lot on my mind and as good as I am at keeping stress from getting to me, I confess the acid reflux I'm experiencing isn't just after effects from being sick =P So I'd appreciate your prayers in that matter. Thanks!!
have a good night, all!
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| approximately 195 days ago I was riding in one of the work trucks with Eric (one of the full time workers at parks and rec); we were arriving at Robbie Mills sports center in Laconia. The radio had just started playing a song I hadn't heard before. It was very fun, fast paced, and upbeat. I loved it. I was only able to hear about 30 seconds of it before the truck was turned off and we got to work. I did my best to commit to memory the chorus of the song so I could look it up when I got home.
The end of the day came and I headed home. Soon as I got back I jumped on my computer and started typing in my best guesses of what the lyrics were. (unfortunately I had heard so little and had kept my mind busy enough after hearing it it was very fuzzy in my head) I found nothing. It drove me nuts. Over the next couple of weeks I kept trying to remember what they were...tried and failed...
Every day I drive my car I listen to the radio. I have not heard that song play once.
Today I drove my mom and sister to Perform It for their play practice (the van was having issues). On the return trip after dropping them off I turned the radio on and started browsing stations. The first song I heard that sounded good enough to listen to was that song from so many months before. I recognized it immediately. It was more or less half way through, so I got to listen to it for a couple minutes before it ended. This made my day. I had elevated the song to a status above which it was truly at, but nonetheless it was an awesome song, in my opinion at least. Half way home, still browsing stations after good songs ended and bad ones began, I stumbled on the same song on another station; it had just started. This put a bright smile on my face for the remainder of the drive. Upon arriving home, the lyrics still fresh in my mind, I hopped on my computer and typed them in.
I found a match immediately.
The band: Spin Doctors
The Song: Two Princes
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