New Site

I’ve been playing with a custom host and open source blogging software. I’m a little tired of Xanga and its limitations and the software I’m using (wordpress) lets me have a very dynamic page as opposed to just a blog. Check it out, let me know what you think. I should note that until I can afford a host or get my server upgraded (or someone offers to host everything for me) I’m hosting on a free site that sometimes delays SQL… so there may be occasional delays when accessing the site.

http://theascended.org

I also put up a forum, not that anyone will actually use it (since the one I currently host has been locked for 2 years without complaint), but it is http://theascended.org/forum

25-Feb-2008

My father has the emotional maturity of a 5 year old… and I choose the age of 5 because he acts just as persecuted as my 5 year old nephew. Somehow, every little thing that doesn’t go my father’s way is some scheme to hurt and insult him. Should he ever read this, I have to give you a bit of leeway right now given the past few weeks, but everyone isn’t out to hurt you and its pretty damn hard to keep you happy when the target keeps moving… (more…)

21-Feb-2008

I think I should preface this with a mild disclaimer: I don’t know the actual reality of the situation I am about to describe, but I know enough to have surmised my own understanding which is likely a very reasonable substitute. (more…)

“Five-hundred twenty-five-thousand six-hundred minutes, how do you measure, measure a year?”

If you could go back in time to observe your life, or someone else’s, would you? Just to look at things with a new perspective or reevaluate things with the experience you’ve gained? I had an interesting opportunity this morning to do something akin to that. I was just following a link from a page that I hadn’t visited in a while… there were some names I hadn’t looked in a long time and a couple I had no idea who they were… so I clicked… Its funny the things you forget over time… or perhaps to perpetuate and idea you don’t want to let go of.

Theresa and I have been together for over a year now. What can I say? I’m not sure I have the eloquence to put what I feel into words. Perhaps the words don’t exist or just aren’t in my meager vocabulary. It feels like we’ve spent so little time together but I’ve know her for decades. The ephemeral joys of a relationship being new have never ceased and I have yet the opportunity to be bored. One need not ask the question if I’m happy when I’m with her… only if my smile ever fades.

The truth hurts…

“Fire in the hole!” If only I had no conscience… I almost did something vicious today…

This quarter is still unpredictably busy… I can’t seem to stop working no matter how ahead I get… I still feel behind. A seemingly permanent moratorium has been placed on my senioritis… the last refuge for a graduating senior getting ready to venture into the world… and I don’t get to enjoy it. Sad.

A lot of my personal concerns were blown away yesterday. I learned three things about my dad that make me incredibly worried and sad. First, through inference, it seems my dad is on the verge of prostate cancer. Second, my dad may have to put off his final surgery to remove his skin cancer because of the third… my dad has recently start seeing large amounts of blood in his stool.