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Well, Haley reminds me that I have neglected my blog for sometime. So mostly for her sake and well for the sake of the handful of other people that check this blog from time to time I suppose I will provide some updates.Starting with the most recent development. I am currently in the process of moving once again. I am moving to Stockbridge which is south of Atlanta on I-75. It will be a little

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I am glad I wrote my last blog. I am not sure why exactly but, it sure felt like I got a load off my chest. I am not sure if anyone else has noticed but, this blog has shown me that I tend to have two distinct writing styles. One is cold, calculated, and precise the other one has a devil may care dramatic intensity about it. I can't say I prefer one or the other they both seem to have their time

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Some nights I just want to talk and have nothing to say. I would like to say these nights suck. They don't. They are so vitally important that after so many nights of listless abandon they are a welcome relief. These are the nights that I can just type. Words come out with out fear. I don't have to try and I don't have to be. They just come forward. It is in a sense magical. Yeah that sounds

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So most of the time I spend my thinking now that I have graduated college and obtained a real job that I should do grown up things. Like get rid of my bad vices, work on my career, and start saving the world. I put on a lot of pressure on myself to be a better person. Well I was thinking. I am fucking 25. I ain't grown up, I don't have rug rats to take care and I don't have a girlfriend to tell

Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01168264098494929306noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326315000085303030.post-57533376246821449352008-02-22T22:25:00.003-05:002008-02-22T22:34:17.923-05:00

I am blessed to be friends with some of the most creative people on this earth. It is always a attribute I admired most in a person. Not something I am too hot at myself. Sure I dabble in shitty poetry, stream of consciousness, and the occasional blog that pushes the envelope. Nothing really earth shattering. Every time I get to see these friends I always hound them on how their work is going.

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So I don't know if anyone likes them but, I didn't put any videos on my last post so here you go. An obligatory music video. I am having been listening to a lot of Matthew Good lately. A Canadian musician. Whose blog I linked to down below. Here is my favorite song from him him. Weapon - Matthew Good

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Just a few things. Blogging will be slow as studying for the GMAT has increasingly begun to regulate every part of my life. I am so exhausted in general. It makes me wonder why I am doing it sometimes and why I set ungodly high expectations for myself. Oh well it is probably just a little burn-out setting in. Gotta keeping plugging away I suppose.Another tidbit. I found out who Maher Arar was

Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01168264098494929306noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326315000085303030.post-11193179807953398512008-01-25T22:47:00.000-05:002008-01-25T22:54:38.044-05:00

I ran across this video through some of my random blog reading the other day. It explains a lot of things I have tried to say but in a much more concise and profound way than I will ever be able to manage. If you are into blogs like I am add Seth's blog to your RSS feeder. Even if you are not into marketing (I am not) there are a lot of good tid bits to be found in there. Usually short and easy

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"Learn more of yourself through others. Share as you have never shared. Learn of all things. And experience everything."I wrote that quote at one time. I believe I was IMing somebody and it came out more as a joke than anything else. It struck me though so I wrote it down. I have been perusing my old journals lately and ran across it. It struck me again. Honestly, if I had the courage to live my

Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01168264098494929306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326315000085303030.post-42359200410960795152008-01-19T02:10:00.000-05:002008-01-19T03:19:06.894-05:00

So I think there is no dumber thing to do than not to read on regular basis. Recently I decided to try and list all the books I read last year. I ran into several problems. First of which was when I actually began to read each specific book. Did I start in 06' or 07' that far back my memoery gets fuzzy. So here is what I have. All the books I think I read in 07' but there are probably a few in

Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01168264098494929306noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326315000085303030.post-24863390504060160532008-01-11T23:30:00.000-05:002008-01-12T02:34:21.972-05:00

Well, I haven't blogged in sometime. Again. My explanation is my computer sits in my living room and well I can't write if someone else is in the room. I need a safe quite place and my new living arrangement doesn't lend itself towards that. I am contemplating a laptop purchase though which may or may not increase my blogging frequency. The other reason I haven't blogged in awhile is I have been

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I have not written for quite sometime. Which has been done for conscious reasons. I will not get into them though I don't have the time. I want to discuss something and it will probably come off wrong and perhaps a little trite. It doesn't really matter it should be said none the less. So bear with me as I try and explain something that still has not quite coalesced in my own brain.First of all I

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The Swan that wouldThe ugly duckling that couldA cloudy misperception of what wasWhere you stand. How you made it this far.To still stand.There.Disgrace.Lost.Tired.Nothing more and nothing less.What you are. You will always be.To spread your wings.Finally to die.This world holds only its own.And spits out.All.It only consumes.(I'm in the mood leave me alone.)

Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01168264098494929306noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326315000085303030.post-37374619131723149182007-10-05T23:14:00.000-04:002007-10-05T23:21:44.289-04:00

Within the Tertiary.My God I hope you find the relief.Through the shadow we ride.To find a moments peace.In the end we fall.In nihilism we rise.I am not here deny you your God.Only reap the rewards of his Demise.Don't fight the hate.You know consumes. Your pain.That bleeds into the night.Remember your youth.And cry one last time.For what innocence lost.has wrought.The world ends tonight.Believe

Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01168264098494929306noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326315000085303030.post-4197705605001751082007-09-15T12:40:00.000-04:002007-09-15T13:16:57.586-04:00

Ok. So I think I am getting a little tired of making pseudo religious / philosophical statements. I want to say really quick as a disclaimer, that I believe I mentioned somewhere earlier. Don't take anything here too seriously. I like debating all sides of an issue and in order to get these debates out of my head I put them here. Which may or may not be a good idea. (I haven't figured that one

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I've come to the conclusion that there is no such thing as truth. Only different paradigms that act like lenses for us to discover the world.After saying it, the statement, sounds a little too -- wrong? No Truth? That is like being run over by a steamroller when trying to put this world together in some sort of functional continuum.So what am I trying to say exactly. I think we only know truth

Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01168264098494929306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326315000085303030.post-45762136143652618792007-09-09T22:28:00.000-04:002007-09-09T22:48:15.303-04:00

It is late. I should be in bed. It seems like these are always the times I find myself sitting at my computer searching for deep insight. Understanding. Knowledge. Truth.For as long as I can remember my only true passion was the pursuit of knowledge. I remember being ecstatic as my Mother taught me to read. The key to unlock the entire world and she was placing it in my hands. Since then books

Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01168264098494929306noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326315000085303030.post-61885502231640859352007-08-27T13:29:00.000-04:002007-08-27T13:32:24.918-04:00

Saturday I decided to take a break from all the running around I've been doing recently and just chill at the place by myself with a good bottle wine. And by chance a bottle of $20 wine I wrote about here was on sale for $10. That is enough for the Accountant / Finance major in me to get a little giddy inside so I took it from the shelf and proudly popped the cork of my new investment when I

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Haley asked about my take on the song Jealous of the moon I posted earlier here. Well I was going to a brief synopsis but, I thought this might be more fun. I have not done an in depth artistic analysis since college so I posted the lyrics and under each verse I am throwing out my ideas on it. (Lyrics in italics obviously, my thoughts are not.)Trying on a brand new dressBut you haven't worn the

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Couldn't have said it better myself.

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I may be exaggerating but, I'm throwing it out there anyways. This might be one the best songs ever written.(There isn't any actual video.)I have never been into Nickel Creek but, maybe I don't know what I am missing.

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First of all I want to point out that in my previous post I made no point nor claimed any stance merely asked a question. Though I suppose one could be implied by the nature of the question. Now if I was too make a point it would be what JW hit on there rather briefly in the comments section. So in interest of not talking about making a point and actually making a point here we go.Yesterday, I

Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01168264098494929306noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326315000085303030.post-83181221721518450202007-07-26T07:21:00.000-04:002007-07-26T07:23:05.465-04:00

Question: Do you get just a wee bit more irritated when somebody with a little fishie on the back of their car cuts you off?Discuss.

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Attention Ladies and Gentlemen! The numbers have been crunched, the tallies have been counted, all the vertices have been elongated. (no i have no idea what that means). It is official I HATE MOVING!!!!!!!!! I'd rather somebody violate me with a combination taser, fishing pole, parking cone and handcuffs (use your imagination) then move.I have spent the last two hours at work overcaffinating

Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01168264098494929306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326315000085303030.post-12183603270821246822007-07-14T08:34:00.001-04:002007-07-14T08:41:52.127-04:00

I thought I was going to write a long in depth blog on this one -- I am not. I'll keep it simple. This is what I have chosen to be my purpose / meaning in life.Live a life dedicated to the pursuit of personal growth and true happiness while sharing it all with others.Short, simple, to the point, and just a tad cheesy. Perfect. A lot is contained in that short sentence and can be applied to

Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01168264098494929306noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326315000085303030.post-3119791800842928242007-07-08T19:44:00.000-04:002007-07-08T19:48:16.835-04:00

I have seen all the things that are done under the sun; all of them are meaningless, a chasing after the wind. Ecclesiastes 1:14Often as a kid I was asked "What do you want to be what you grow up?" As a child this question can often be as easy as a fireman so I can drive a shiny red truck. I never knew what I wanted though. I don't like committing to things for the fear I'll change my mind and

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This makes me happy!Happiness

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There it is, we are only one shove from the nest.There it is, we are only one argument from deaf.There it is, we are only one moment from death.-Ryan Adams The Sun Also Sets

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At precisely 12:53 PM today, I accomplished the unfathomable. Yes, I became an Addict. A goal I have had for so long has finally been realized. I cried a little. No I didn't start smoking again. I instead have finally ranked 5,000 artists, songs, and albums on my Yahoo! radio station. Officially making me an Addict.I want to take this momentand Thank all that have made this day possible. First

Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01168264098494929306noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326315000085303030.post-22056385868299218692007-06-27T20:30:00.000-04:002007-06-27T18:16:13.413-04:00

Well apparently I have a serious problem.and Ouch!Yeah I find ways to amuse myself when I can't focus on work.

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If you have ever visited my Myspace page you'd know I change my song on there more often than I shower. Well, that isn't actually true. Though I change it often (and shower regularly). I like to think of it as a public service as to enlighten the masses about good music. Yet, unfortunately masses don't visit my myspace page so I am often falling on deaf ears. So I am recruiting the help of my

Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01168264098494929306noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326315000085303030.post-31947353370908171282007-06-25T20:38:00.000-04:002007-06-25T20:41:30.307-04:00

I am not sure when it happened exactly. I just know at one point in my life God became nothing more than a set of rules to me. I was to follow this set list of rules and I’d be saved. I was taught that good work wouldn’t get you into heaven and salvation was more than doing the right thing. Yet, with all the do-goodisms being bestowed on me, the definition of salvation became muddled to me. It

Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01168264098494929306noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326315000085303030.post-43102134511716502762007-06-16T08:21:00.000-04:002007-06-16T08:32:13.180-04:00

Ok, well this will probably be short. I am supposed to go to the lake today and I really want to try and get to the library before-hand. (Yeah I'm a nerd and a cheap. Libraries are like little playgrounds for me oh and I love the smell of a well read book.)But, I figured I'd follow up on my last blog if anyone was interested on what I came up with. First of all Morgan -- Carrolton -- you really

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Sunday. Sunday always seems to be a day of heavy contemplation for me. Probably because I am usually nursing a hangover from the previous evening and I don't feel like doing anything else. So I got some thing really big I am contemplating and I figured I come to you my loyal readers to see if any of ya'll got an great insight for me.So as I usually do I need to set this up for you before I get

Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01168264098494929306noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326315000085303030.post-64654357035387702522007-06-04T21:56:00.000-04:002007-06-04T22:54:14.896-04:00

There was a reason I was reluctant to talk about religion. Largely because I knew any discourse in it I entered would eventually lead me to my childhood and the church I was raised. Which isn't something I like to talk about largely because I don't really now how to approach it. I have failed at it so far. I would like to give it one more stab. Then lay that part of it to rest hopefully. I want

Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01168264098494929306noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326315000085303030.post-18584297541501398892007-06-04T17:20:00.000-04:002007-06-06T18:48:22.772-04:00

First things first. Friday's blog was what it was. I developed some strong feelings and lack of better things to do I felt it was best to get them out. When I have these feelings I have a tendency to use words with much greater conational dynamics then actually needed to convey my ideas. (It is just a preferred writing style.)What I don't want people to do is misplace what I'm saying. Which well

Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01168264098494929306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326315000085303030.post-25772770361159730252007-06-01T13:23:00.000-04:002007-06-01T16:59:03.650-04:00

Well here, (she doesn't have a permalink so go to June 1st.) is Leah's take on our sordid childhood.The only difference, really. She got out early. Me I was there till I was 17 and finally graduated highschool.Eh well. As one of my mottos goes. You can't win em' all.Oh and apparently my blog is like the LSAT on crack (my interpertation of her barb). I'm not sure what she means by that but, it

Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01168264098494929306noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326315000085303030.post-83920496033018222952007-05-30T20:56:00.000-04:002007-05-30T22:02:14.580-04:00

So I have this horrible affliction. Ever time I feel I need to be writing I either have nothing to write about or I have too many things to talk aboutin a single blog. Then when I have something specific to talk about I don't feel like writing.Today I have the first issue. My mind is awash with so many things. I know there is no possible way for me to form a cohesive blog. Yet, for some horrible

Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01168264098494929306noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326315000085303030.post-23380891130715730022007-05-16T19:10:00.000-04:002007-05-16T20:04:41.052-04:00

So as if the crazy ass thuder storm about to go off outside isn't symbol to leave well enough alone I feel compelled to continue on this religion track.First of all, to all that found time to comment on my recent Blog. I sincerely appreciate it. I really do, it helps to see other's views and misgivings when you feel that you are the only with them.This blog though is a respose to JW's response to

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Well, I think I discovered the secret to getting multiple blog hits in a single day. Apparently making extreme statements such as the Jesus Christ didn't die for our sins is pretty popular amongst people that occasionally read this blog. I jumped from an average of 3 hits a day and hit what I think might be an all time record of 8 yesterday. Yeah still not very impressive but when you thing of

Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01168264098494929306noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326315000085303030.post-3886323255298502162007-05-10T19:44:00.000-04:002007-05-10T20:02:58.791-04:00

So, I want to answer Haley's comment to my previous blog. The answer is too long for just a comment reply, so I'll try to fit in a blog. The comment is why I don't beleive Jesus Christ died for our sins? and since I don't believe that what do I believe he existed and what role he played teacher, good man, or savior and god. The easy answer is I don't know. It doesn't really explain anything and I

Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01168264098494929306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326315000085303030.post-89149572504355064672007-05-08T21:45:00.000-04:002007-05-08T22:24:49.432-04:00

I wasn't really planning on writing tonight. Its late and I kinda wantto be in bed right now. Damn I'm getting old. But, out of the blue Istarted feeling all philosophical so I figured I'd grace my wonderfulreaders with the wonderful present of my vague and meandering thoughts.The problem is when I havetough ts they are all over the place andwithout much planning and contemplation it is hard to

Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01168264098494929306noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326315000085303030.post-12647604890740687952007-05-04T13:57:00.000-04:002007-05-04T14:11:16.070-04:00

Ok. So I just added a best of Ruminations. I put a couple of blogs up there to get the ball rolling. They are a few of my favs anywho. The point of this blog is to incite mass commenting. What is your favorite blog? Let me know. Maybe I'll add it. Feel free to nominate any new ones, old ones, cheezy ones, inspiring ones. And if you don't like leaving comments because then well everyone will know

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Well, I just got back from good ol' Athens GA. Today. I took a much needed long weekend and got the fizzzuck out of dodge for a little while. Athens, GA. What is there to say really. It is one of the greatest places on the planet and I miss it and don't miss it, all at the same time. The reason I was in Athens was a rendezvous of sorts. A few of my friends that have since scattered from our

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Well, if you havn't figured it out by now. I'll make it abundantly clear. I don't really have any intentions of finishing my little series I started. My last post I attempted to write and organized, proofread, and reasonably grammatically correct blog. You can judge for yourself how successful my attempt was. For a second there I thought I was going to shift this blog to that. Less posts, focus

Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01168264098494929306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326315000085303030.post-32854018081141236612007-04-21T15:27:00.000-04:002007-04-21T15:32:28.576-04:00

So I have been looking for the right words to explain what I’m feeling about the events of this week. It really takes something as fucked up as the massacre at VA Tech to catch our attention sometimes. The distance of the hundreds that are dieing daily in Iraq or the thousands in the World Trade Center, seem as if they are too far removed to hold our attention. It seems like someone or something

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So, I am going to take a break from my pathetic little series and try and just sort out my head. It is kind of in shambles right now. I'm not really sure what is going on up here. So many thoughts so little time. For whatever reason I have found when I try and write to an audience it forces me to explain myself clearer thus allowing to organize more clearly what is actually going on. Basically I

Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01168264098494929306noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326315000085303030.post-63957178623088207412007-04-14T10:00:00.000-04:002007-04-14T10:32:07.377-04:00

Money. This one is easy too. My goal simply is too have a lot of it. But, instead of having this blog contain just three sentences I will discuss in depth my hopes and desires behind and in obtaining all this so called money.Money is funny really. I like to call it funny money. Which isn't really cute, and every time I use this little catch phrase at the cash register, the cashier whips out that

Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01168264098494929306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326315000085303030.post-39610290256130238382007-04-12T20:21:00.000-04:002007-04-12T21:38:26.718-04:00

Okay, this one is pretty easy. I'll say simply my short-term goals as far as my health are concerned are relatively under wraps. I'd say I'm more in maintenance mode versus work towards any improvement. Not that I don't need any. I just got bigger fish to fry so I'm happy were I am at.So what are these goals I have so firmly under wraps. Well I stopped smoking. Check one. I am eating some what

Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01168264098494929306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326315000085303030.post-66717395124051394782007-04-12T06:48:00.000-04:002007-04-12T21:42:42.850-04:00

Well, I just got to work and fired up the trusty Yahoo!. Only to discover one of my favorite authors of all time had just kicked the bucket. So I just want to take the time to say. If you have never read anything by Kurt Vonnegut take sometime and do so. I recommend Slaughter House Five for the introduction but, any of them will do. He is a great writer, with a great sense of humor, and

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Well, today I am going to try and embark on what I hope should become Part 1 of a 5 part series. I say attempt for the obvious reason as anytime I say I am going to do something with this blog it takes upon a mind of its own and does whatever the hell it wants to regardless of my good intentions. This is simply to present a nice little introduction to what I am going to try and attempt to create.

Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01168264098494929306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326315000085303030.post-45671169705689136652007-04-09T20:58:00.000-04:002007-04-09T21:15:26.930-04:00

Hey check it out. New layout and stuff. Now you have a reason not to just read this on facebook and come to the actual site. That wayI can keep a more accurate check of who is reading this phenomenon with my handy site tracker. So please come here and read this. It is much cooler. But, I figure I got a few more changes up my sleeve. Maybe even grammatical and proofreading adjustments. (That is a

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Well I am about to expound on a great irrelevant topic so hold on. First of all today was a miserable day at work. I was groggy, tired, cranky, and in just a general malaise. So not even a couple of hours into the day I gave into the unproductively of the day. In situations such as these I figure the best thing to do when feeling unproductive is just to do something productive.Do what? You say.

Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01168264098494929306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326315000085303030.post-21580892621488617122007-04-07T22:50:00.000-04:002007-04-07T23:26:01.378-04:00

Well, I just got done with a movie. Just a quite night at the place me and a bottle a wine. I really enjoy spending time by myself. It helps me unwind through of the usual pressure of life and decompress from time to time. The wine always helps as well. But, the reason this blog is happening is because the movie is just finished was Last Kiss. It has Zach Braff in it and its about in Love and

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"I don't believe in an afterlife, so I don't have to spend my whole life fearing hell, or fearing heaven even more. For whatever the tortures of hell, I think the boredom of heaven would be even worse." - Issac AsimovSo, I found this quote the other day. And well it being Easter tommorow and what not I decided what better and more coinciedntal time to discuss Heaven and Hell. I'll preface this

Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01168264098494929306noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326315000085303030.post-86276123950568500352007-04-03T21:16:00.000-04:002007-04-03T21:58:59.028-04:00

Okay, really all I got right now is this idea. This idea hit me when I went for a walk today during lunch. Since then I had so many threads of thoughts weaving in and out of this idea I am not sure I can wrap them all up and make them fit neatly in this blog. I was thinking about putting it off a day and seeing if I couldn't outline this idea into an actual coherent stream of thought. Though it

Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01168264098494929306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326315000085303030.post-48832703677829827972007-04-01T17:53:00.000-04:002007-04-01T18:29:36.262-04:00

Ok, so the other day a good friend of mine asked me how I quit smoking. It never really dawned on me how I quit could possibly be of any use to someone else contemplating the giant leap but, I tried to give her my two cents and I'm not really sure it helped or not. But, I am going to attempt to lay out how I quit and explain something about quitting in general I discovered during the process. And

Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01168264098494929306noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326315000085303030.post-77375095759563224672007-03-31T22:56:00.000-04:002007-03-31T23:15:56.711-04:00

So I got a lot of things on my mind. Mostly good. Which is pleasant. But, I had an awsome weekend. And I still got tommorow off. Man the perks of the long weekend every other week is freaking awsome. I highly recommend it if you can get it. It makes doing some of the boring stuff I have to do at my job worth it. But, none of this is what I want to talk about so let us try and transition smoothly

Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01168264098494929306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326315000085303030.post-35233606799581239632007-03-31T22:38:00.000-04:002007-03-31T22:54:20.520-04:00

I was reading through some of my old post on XANGA that I mentioned earlier. I love re reading things I wrote. Especially older stuff. It is like old photos. A perfect snap shot of whatever it is you were going through at the time. I read stuff and I remeber situations and times and people and places. It is very theraputic for me. Part of the reason I'm really glad I started this one. It had

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I don't really have anything to say but, I'm bored so I just thought I'd write for a spell to kill some time. I don't have to work tommorow. Which is awsome. And I got some sleep last night so I had a productive day at work. Which always puts me in a good mood. So I'm in a good mood and don't have to work tommorw. Thats me just maintaining a solid status quo.I got some blogs in my mind I want to

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Well, I tried to write a couple serious hard hitting blogs the last couple of days. They all sounded like crap so I never posted them. Oh well. But, I decided I really, really want to lighten the mood up just a little. Seeing as today I gave in to complete unproductivityl I finally got around to discovering the best of Craig's List. Which apparently is a collection of clever anctedotes anonmously

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JW said "I am totally enjoying reading all of this "Psycho babble" as you labelled it somewhere. Probably because I try to think about things, figure out the answers, take my opinion, dissect it, change it, and so on in a similar way to how you seem to be doing it here. I love that process of learning, deciding, and analyzing- sometimes not always to the benefit of my job! I guess for me the big

Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01168264098494929306noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326315000085303030.post-30044091377120690762007-03-21T20:31:00.000-04:002007-03-21T20:42:28.758-04:00

Well. I'll be honest. I have become quite suprised by the level of interest in this blog. While I havn't hit views of any sort of outrageous magnitude. I'm suprised anyone has actually stopped and read any of this stuff through to completion. I mean seriously for a blog about nothing but, myself. How exciting can that be for other people. It has made me a little nervous especially thinking what I

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Well, I got the place to myself for the moment. I figured it would be a good time to try and figure somethings out. I have a few things I want to discuss that have been running through my head. First I figure I'll go ahead and mention it for those who are interested. It appears that Monday I should be (if all plays out correctly) the proud new honor of a pretty unimpressive 2002 Toyota Corolla. I

Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01168264098494929306noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326315000085303030.post-39834849202020752262007-03-16T23:09:00.000-04:002007-03-16T23:33:48.153-04:00

Well I was driving home from work the other day thinking to myself. "Michael it has been awhile since you have learned a nice little life lesson." And on cue, proving that God is a sadist or at least a sadistic sense of humor, my drive shaft fell out on the middle of I-85. After some deft maneuvering, after coming to the realization those big concert barriers on the shoulder weren't going to let

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Well, I've been thinking all week how I was going to follow up the last blog. This whole blog situation has gone into territory I had no intentions in traversing. Its hard for me to let everything out so that anyone and everyone can see. I suppose it is hard for everyone. It easier to cover up and hide from the world then throw yourself head first into it. But, my previous blog stands by itself

Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01168264098494929306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326315000085303030.post-46562602988863452612007-03-05T21:17:00.000-05:002007-03-05T21:53:53.209-05:00

Ok. I had absolutly no intentions on writing tonight. In fact I didn't sleep all to well last night so I was looking forward to going to bed early. But, I have something infinatly important to get out. It has to happen here and now and frankly it is important it is out in the open for everyone to see. Take it or leave it. That is what this blog is about. Me putting my ass out here and you either

Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01168264098494929306noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326315000085303030.post-83921804013563828422007-03-04T01:51:00.000-05:002007-03-04T02:22:01.157-05:00

Well, Its almost 2:00 in the morning. I just got home and am trying to wind down what has been one hell of a day. I havn't blogged in about a week and my goal here is about one a week so I figure its a good way to end a day, week, i don't know month sort of. But, I don't really have a topic. All the ones I've been mulling over this week I don't feel like writing about so this is just a free form

Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01168264098494929306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326315000085303030.post-8071438083928491662007-02-25T18:16:00.000-05:002007-02-25T18:32:57.880-05:00

Ok. So in attempt to self congratulate myself and lighten this increasing brooding blog. I'm going to attempt to convince you I'm perhaps the greatest person to ever grace this sweet world.How am I going to achieve this lofty goal. Well, I honestly think the work is practically done for me. I mean seriously take a quick look at this magnificent specimen. (See Facebook or Myspace pictures if I'm

Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01168264098494929306noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326315000085303030.post-76068249622880925022007-02-24T20:29:00.000-05:002007-02-24T20:34:13.740-05:00

Oh hey. Faithful reader. I was going over some of my old writings and I remebered I have an old blog. A Xanga one. I'm not going to whole heartedly recommend it. It is very dark, quite disturbing, and doesn't really make that much sense. It has a lot of poems and shit like that. None of them good and most of them are off the top of my head. I have no patience to make shit rhyme, It is more e.e.

Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01168264098494929306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326315000085303030.post-16111637589856869782007-02-24T19:57:00.000-05:002007-02-24T20:22:36.001-05:00

Well. I feel like blogging. About what I have no idea so we will just see what happens. I like to do this from time to time. Just sit down start writing and see what comes out. It is a good way to see exactly what is going on inside.But, I just got done with dinner. An elegant white wine cream sauce and salmon. I'm sitting here finishing off my white wine trying not to feel too metrosexual about

Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01168264098494929306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326315000085303030.post-80248668477469835412007-02-20T20:23:00.000-05:002007-02-23T19:42:19.294-05:00

“It is not the critic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better.The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great

Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01168264098494929306noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326315000085303030.post-50546386714756378732007-02-17T12:44:00.000-05:002007-02-17T20:22:33.794-05:00

Well, I just had a giant pork chop and enough beer to think I can solve all the world's problems with my blog. What better time to write a blog about, "What is wrong with the world." Now don't get my wrong in no way shape or form do I think I can solve all the world's problems. Come on, Gandhi and Jesus Christ couldn't even solve all the evils of this world. But, I think I have a very important

Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01168264098494929306noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326315000085303030.post-44259344377810978012007-02-11T14:56:00.000-05:002007-02-11T16:16:28.261-05:00

I got some things running through my head right now so while I'm not doing anything currently I thought I'd try and work em' out right here in real time for all to see. I was thinking about my previous blog on politics. It was an attempt albeit vaguely successful to try and reflect some of my ideas on America and its government and its people. Well I'm not sure if it even makes sense. As it makes

Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01168264098494929306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326315000085303030.post-58430917762645242742007-02-11T01:15:00.000-05:002007-02-08T19:55:49.193-05:00

Ok. First things first. You all know me as first and foremost and beer connesiure. (i can't spell deal) Well i love a good dark beer and hell I'll take a nice cold bud light and day of the week. But, I think I just bought the bottle of wine that sold me officially on the grandeurs of wine. Dynamite Vineyards Merlot Vintage 2003. As someone once said. It will make you believe in God. I do believe

Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01168264098494929306noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326315000085303030.post-67931137417054409162007-02-08T19:35:00.000-05:002007-02-08T19:35:02.534-05:00

Umm.... yeah. On to real stuff.

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Uh oh. Hold on to your seats everyone Michael is about to endeavor into the wonder world of politics. Which I’ve been thinking about but avoiding on my blog. I Just haven’t found the correct way to do so. I tried serious and meaningful. And it came out like some damn high school essay. Well fuck that I am about to approach this with as little care and as much irreverence I can muster. Which

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I just want to say thanks to anyone and everyone who has ever called me their friend. For the life of me i can not figure out how anyone can stay friends with me and not judge me for all the stupid crap I do. But, I'm continually reminded by the goodness of others by my friends. Somewho all of you have helped keep me sane through the years and some how made my life worth living. THANKS!Michael

Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01168264098494929306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326315000085303030.post-25104920918296732132007-01-27T20:10:00.000-05:002007-01-27T20:45:55.740-05:00

Here is a little trivia for those Spanish buffs out there. Apparently, No Va means no go in Spanish. No the bitter irony of it all, has not escaped me. As my brother so unremittingly reminded me as I sat in the Ga Tech parking lot waiting for the damn tow truck to come pick my ass up Tuesday. Yes, the Nova gave up on me again. I've been riding her harder than a virgin on prom night. And it is her

Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01168264098494929306noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326315000085303030.post-82369963272542388822007-01-26T19:36:00.000-05:002007-01-26T20:22:08.229-05:00

Ok, new blog time. I've been trying to think about what to blog about next. For some reason I feel the need to somehow write something deep, meaningful, and life changing every time I get on here. I was thinking how I'd write about politics, economics, or something equally drab. And somehow convince everyone of my brilliance. Why I feel the need to impress people with a blog no one reads I can't

Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01168264098494929306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326315000085303030.post-14504568374292186152007-01-20T18:18:00.000-05:002007-01-20T18:33:01.297-05:00

Well I'm sitting here right now thinking how great it would be to be drinking a nice cold beer right now. Unfortunatly I'm sitting at home alone and one of my new years resolutions was to not drink alone anymore. Mainly in order to curb embarassing phone calls and other random act of degradation. None the less it got me thinking. Cause well I don't really feel like going out tonight. Going

Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01168264098494929306noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326315000085303030.post-35645056181480224822007-01-15T14:48:00.000-05:002007-01-25T20:20:04.273-05:00

So i decided not to worry about spelling, grammar, any proofreading in general. Deal with it.*edit*So maybe a little proofreading was in order. I guess I'll try and take care of some of the more glaring mistakes. But, comma splices, fragments, misspellings, and the like will probably a common occurance.

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Well folks. Time for my second post. I wanted to talk about something I have had running around in my head since the beginning of the year. Basically, the beginning of the year began for me with very little of a bang. I wasn't in the greatest of moods for reasons I won't fully disclose. The first week of the year was pretty rough. Trying to get back into the swing of things after a week of

Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01168264098494929306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326315000085303030.post-39368309654739629292007-01-09T18:54:00.000-05:002007-01-09T20:39:00.525-05:00

So it all begins. Now. My giant leap into the arms of blogdom. I'm sure you all are as anxious and nervous about this whole experience as I am. So I will start off slow. This all began as a simple thought a couple weeks ago and has continued to bounce around in my head like a ping pong ball on acid (as most my thoughts do). But as this thought continued to ping back and forth in its ever growing

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