To the fundies...

If you don't want me to think you're stupid, then for the love of the whales, don't ask stupid questions. Really, the basic ones are fun at first, but they really start to get on your nerves - morals, hatred, Pascal's Wager, etc. And then there's the question of reason for living. Pfft. Like Christians have any reason for living beyond popping kids out, fearing going to hell for suicide, and annoying me. So. I've compiled a not-so-short list of why I live.

I live for knowledge
I live for experience
I live for the places
I live for the faces
I live for the mountains
I live for the glaciers
I live for the valleys
And earthquakes, what shakers.

I live for the whales
I live for the oceans
I live for the waves
And icebergs well frozen
I live for the cats
I live for the dogs
I live for the rats
I live for the hogs.

I live for ice cream
I live for love
I live for chocolate
(More so the above)
I live for family
I live for friends
I live for the sun
The moon its pretense.

I live to be big
And I live to be small
I live for the life
That we have in us all
I live for the sunset
And for the sunrise
I live for the things
I can see with my eyes.

So, you can see
My life is complete
Really it is - you can never compete
I strive to be great
But remember I'm small
Something we have to keep in mind
In the conscience of all
I have no great plan
I have no destiny
I have only the places
Where my dreams can take me.

-Com

Awesome of the Month

1) Acadia University, Nova Scotia - Dream school (which I only recently found out about. Originally, Dartmouth was my dream school, but to hell with that. I'm going to Canada.) Has an Earth Sciences department, whereas Darmouth is a Liberal Arts school where I would have gone if I wanted a totally useless degree in English.

2)


Best commercial ever. Should by our global anthem. *waves Earth flag*

3)Frets on Fire - Addicting PC equivalent of Guitar Hero. Hard as hell even on Supereasy (and this coming from someone who plays violin) but tons of fun.

The poetry is going pretty much nowhere at the moment. My muse is nonexistent right now, plus I'm in contact with an awesome friend of mine who I love to co-write with (she disappeared for about 3 months. Woe.). So I will be a little busier this summer.

Oh His Noodley Appendage, I'm Insane

I am now considering Geology for a career (or, if you want to get technical, field of study).

Why yes, I am insane.

I can't in good conscience live off poetry - I love poetry to bits, but I also get depressed very easily if I'm not exposed to new things. To give you a little perspective: I love school and learning, but I get completely and utterly exhausted by the monotony of it all. There's also little to no money in poetry unless you write something of the caliber of Shakespeare, which, in today's world, is akin to drilling oil from a water fountain.

To further convince you that my choice is not completely wacko, I present my case: creativity is directly linked to depression. No joke. I've seen it happen, in others and in myself. Name one creative person that didn't go through depression in one way or another - Beethoven? Yep. Van Gogh? Yep. Edgar Allan Poe? Yesiree. Hemingway? You got it. Plus, I have most of the respected scientific community on my side. Not that you care if you're a cdesign proponentsist, in which case I invite you to - ah, yes, where was I...

I'm thinking Geology for several reasons. For one, I want to travel. Desperately. Two, I love rocks, what makes up rocks, what effects rocks, and why everyone should think rocks are sexy. Three, I want to by able to have a talk with a cdesign proponentsist, point out a rock three feet away, and observe that it is older than their dear old sky pixie. And four...well, it sounds pretty cool.

I'm currently looking into Canadian Universities, because Canada is awesome, but if you drop me a line on some good geology programs anywhere, Canada, U.S. (not Jesusland, preferably - above the Mason-Dixon line), the Federated States of Micronesia, anywhere, I'll love you forever.

Now, on to poetry. In this particular poem, I wanted to convey a sort of transition - nature is reclaiming the earth, but parts of our legacy still remains, whether that is good or bad. The burnt cross symbolizes something sinister whose mask has been torn off - people seek comfort in crosses, but when you take away the false face you see the evil underneath. I'll leave you to consider what everything else in this poem means - as I've said before, things can be interpreted however you like (and I love to hear how you interpret them!).

Sunlight is a lethargic thing
Falling lazily across the forest floor
Leaves drift down from the tree tops
From a fall sky of cerulean blue.
A creek runs between shining rocks
A can washes upon a concrete shore
Where the remnants of ashes are blown by a cool wind
Where a burnt wooden cross still laughs in glee at the destruction.

-Com