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Name: John
Location: Hershey, Pennsylvania, United States
Birthday: 5/2/1986
Interests: God, reading, writing, photography, science, listening to music, writing music, driving fast, driving the Skyhawk, friends, family and Rebekah.
Expertise: Taking things apart
Occupation: E.R. Phlebotomy Tech
Industry: Medicine
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Member Since:
2/1/2004
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| You know, in light of recent polls, I'm hopeful for Huckabee. Seems like a swell guy to me. Huckabee echoed what I believe, and what most Christians do, I think. I like that everyone is calling him the "liberal republican." That indicates a will to cross party lines... this is especially important I think when we're talking about tight-fisted republicans and poverty. I like that he hates the tax code and fears the IRS. He has the appropriate view on the war... that it sucks but we have to finish.
Also, I'm glad Obama is doing well. He has my "at least he's not hillary" vote... and he's consistent. My brother-in-law and sister lived in Chicago and he was wildly popular there... so that's something, right? I think the media needs to catch on...these days the news people are underestimating people my age. He has an unbelievable force of college students behind him. Hillary can't boast that. He also just got the Oprah vote. You laugh, but this might do Hillary in. She's probably one of the most powerful persons affecting the female vote in America. I daresay she's more powerful than Hillary will ever be...I'm at least hoping that. | | |
| My November Guest
My Sorrow, when she’s here with me,
Thinks these dark days of autumn rain
Are beautiful as days can be;
She loves the bare, the withered tree;
She walks the sodden pasture lane.
Her pleasure will not let me stay.
She talks and I am fain to list:
She’s glad the birds are gone away,
She’s glad her simple worsted gray
Is silver now with clinging mist.
The desolate, deserted trees,
The faded earth, the heavy sky,
The beauties she so truly sees,
She thinks I have no eye for these,
And vexes me for reason why.
Not yesterday I learned to know
The love of bare November days
Before the coming of the snow,
But it were vain to tell her so,
And they are better for her praise.
I've put this here before, probably every november since I've been writing. It never loses its beauty. That's my justification. I've been reading Don Miller again too. I'm in one of those moods.
So, I purchased this truck the other day. I pretty much bought it for a song...(that's a good old Irish family saying) It's a '69 Ford F100 with a big block 360, four wheel drive, and is lifted 4 inches. A lot of people have said "oh my, John this isn't you." I'm sort of amazed though, because I think is.
1) Its slow, which I'm fond of. I find myself getting tail-gated these days on my commute to school in my little honda, which is the kind of car that just wants to go fast. When I'm alone, and don't have appearences to keep up, I let people pass me sometimes like an old person would. You know, pulling over and waving them on. 2) Its sturdy and strong. The metal on it is thick, like the kind you don't find on new trucks. The engine is big, but not built for speed. Sure, its a V8, but its all power and low end torque. 3) Its got character. Its got that long shifter, a big bench seat, a big white grill and bumper, a leather dash, and everything is push-button. 4) Its a little worn and needs work. Like all old things, it needs some repair. Some of it needs just a good spit-shine to get up to spec, other parts need to be ground down/filled/repainted. 5) It is simple. Certainly simple enough in its mechanics to let me do most of the work I'll need to do to get it going.
When I think about what kind of person I am, I like to think of myself in terms of these things. Its good to be slow, strong, unique, needing repair, simple. Its sort of like, John's vehicular person is an old truck. I like that.
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| Eating oatmeal at the break of dawn and cruising the web. Ahh...I love that not many people are going to read this. This genre of webbloging is pretty much phased out...which leaves me a place to write where I will get modest readership...that meaning...very little. hah. I have to say that Facebook is a really poor communicator. "John was super poked by a vampire!!!"....seriously...what does that even mean? And if you aren't communicating well...what's the point?
Got the new Radiohead and I've been listening to Amnesiac a lot to. You know, everyone was like "I downloaded it" and I was like...gosh all my friends are pirates (arrrrrgh!). Then I realized that you could download it for free...so all those like...quasi lectures I've been giving out about not stealing?...yeah I'm dumb.
Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as if working for the Lord, not for other men, because you know that you'll receive an inheritance from the Lord as a reward for all that labor. It's Christ that you're serving, not your boss. I think this idea is pretty freeing really. I mean okay, believe in God or not...ascribing to some meaning that is far far beyond that frowning guy who cuts you a pay check and calls you lazy...or that professor who gives you a C and acts like you've criticized him and his abilities as a teacher (which may be piss-poor in reality)...frees you up to say, oh come on man...this has nothing to do with you. I say that because there are bosses and tasks that you just can't measure up to sometimes. They'll be unhappy with any quality of work that you put out. Under this commandment, all you have to do is your best. Pretty simple. Of course...working has its own exhaustion that may try you in other ways...but your mindset shouldn't be changed.
The reason I say this is that recently, I worked my butt off for an exam. I mean...really...I did the hard work...and despite all that, I still came up short...not woefully...but enough to be discouraged. However, I'm feeling like there isn't much else I could have done, you know? I've walked away feeling like..."okay, rhymes and reasons to these things...it'll work out." I'll let you know if it does.
Today I'm holed up in my room studying for two tests and writing two papers. I had one class today, but we're watching a movie I've already seen...so I'm just staying in. Its cold out, so I guess its a good day for it. | | |
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