tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293761972024-03-08T01:51:39.776-05:00A Crazy Little Dream...The Life of a TCOM student, that all started with a Dream.Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06521712594045222493noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29376197.post-46892076038624084512010-03-13T13:27:00.002-05:002010-03-13T14:05:55.394-05:00Ok, so maybe break wasn't that much craziness. I worked most of break (and I'm gonna get a good paycheck in about 2 weeks time thanks to this.), but I can't really complain. Even with the boring, there can be fun things that pop up that you really don't expect.<br /><br /><span id="fullpost"><br /><br />I mean, it was a pretty minimal week, but I think that's what I really needed. During classes, I'm going so many places and doing so much stuff that I never really take that time to sit there and maybe just enjoy the fact that I have the ability to do that. I did that for a little while over break, but it wasn't the only thing I did. I know this may sound sad, but the thing I was most excited about for break was about buying something. Yes, I know, absolutely pathetic. But sometimes, that's the way the cookie crumbles with me, so I'll take what I can get. <br /><br />This has pretty much been a week of me getting back into music, and I can thank SXSW (no, I can't go....) and Gorillaz for that. Last Friday I got the free tracks from this years SXSW bands and just listened to music that whole day. Ok... so for the majority of that evening, I was doing dishes too, but it was still a cool experience just to listen to music for enjoyment again, especially listening for something new. I found a few tracks that I really liked, but I've got a long way to go, so I've still got a lot of discovery to go. Then, on Tuesday, like anyone that knows me already knows, I was stoked about the Gorillaz release of Plastic Beach. I went out and picked that sucker up as soon as I got off work that day. I think I've listened to it 10 times by now, and I'm having a great time (though there are tracks still absolutely don't work for me).<br /><br />Then I got some new albums from a local music shop I'd never heard of before and now I'm listening to even more music I've never heard before. Basically, it's a great music break for me.<br /><br />Earlier this week, I got to bike for the first few times since winter started too, and... wow, you don't realize how much you miss it until you get back to it. I took a good hour and just biked everywhere I could. Best time I've had since semester started.<br /><br />There just aren't enough days like that where I can go out for a long bike ride and just experience life for a while. There should be a mandate for that or something.<br /><br />Ok, I know this is completely boring at this point, I mean I realize it myself. but I think I'll leave more stories of more things for later.<br /></span>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06521712594045222493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29376197.post-11402127190740854832010-01-03T15:42:00.004-05:002010-01-05T23:12:05.586-05:00Vagabond<p>I know that that is a strange title, but I couldn't really think of anything else to title it at the moment, and I'm listening to that song right now on the ol' iPod.It's an Indiana winter, with snow down everywhere, the sun shining somehow and it's still cold as hell. Honestly, I don't expect anything different.<br /><br /><span id="fullpost"><br />************<br /><p>Had to break for some tea there (Vanilla chai, if anyone's interested). <br /><p>So... Life's nutty, and sometimes, that's just enough to keep a man sane. Today's a Sunday unlike a lot I've had this past 2009. Most of the year, I actually had to work on Sunday nights till midnight. Not the most fun schedule, but it was work, so I wasn't complaining. This next semester I finally have weekday only shifts, and they're afternoon evening. And it's in my old lab, so it'll just be nice to be back there. Kinda like goin home, eh? <br /><p>Life craziness sometimes leaks ideas into a head, and I think it's happening to me right now. Obviously, it's got me starting to update on here again, but I'm starting to get ideas again for "Phoenix" and I'm just getting an idea for just a writing in general. It's not a full story, but it's a seed that definitely got potential for something interesting. No details until the idea either dies off or hits high gear, but just thought I'd mention it here anyways.<br /><br />Probably gonna go catch <i>Up In The Air</i> tonight, maybe <i>Sherlock Holmes</i> later tonight/possibly tomorrow. THEN I'm probably catching <i>Youth In Revolt</i> later this week, all on a gift card. Sometimes, the life of a movie geek is great, and this is one of those times. I'll probably do a "Movies In Review 2009" special later this week to fill out my last full week without classes and to talk about film because, hey, I happen to love it. It's 2010 (Pronounced twenty-ten, folks), and it's a year that should be a lot more fun that 2009, at least in theory. And I'm hoping that I'll take this year to become a better writer through use of this blog. That's the goal anyways. Be back later this week with the Movies In Review '09 special.<br /><br /><i>DISCLAIMER: I'm not affliated with either Paramount Studios or Warner Brothers Studios. NOR am I affiliated with The Weinstein Company or Dimension Films. I'm just a humble film geek that's a poor college student, so that means I don't get paid by them either. In fact, I have no idea how I'm going to even pay for some of my movies this year...</i><br /></span>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06521712594045222493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29376197.post-6567738833184261042009-10-13T00:24:00.003-04:002009-10-13T00:57:04.859-04:00A Crazy Little LifeWow, it's been quite a while since I posted something substantial. I've said that so many times over the years that I'm just going to drop the rest of the aplogetic statement I always say and just move onto the meat and bones. Life is absolutely crazy at the moment.<br /><br /><span id="fullpost"><br /><br /><p>Let's put it this way. You know that feeling of being stuck between a rock, a hard place, a canyon, and a frickin' lazer beam that's about to fire straight through your skull? That'd be the place I'm at now. A majority is family, I'll just flat out admit that right now, though they may not want me to. There's been problems for months where I just feel like the patsy carrying all the messages between family members on my back. <br /><br /><p>Basically, I'm the guy that has the Cow land on him in <i>Monty Python and The Holy Grail</i>. Then I've got school. This semester I've just absolutely go no way to have an outlet creatively (though that may change in the next month or two) and tie that to a foreign language class that I'm never good at, and a LAW class (believe me, it's tough to focus in that class as much as I need hands on work to truly get things), it's amazing I haven't gone nuts just via that. <br /><br /><p>And with ALL that already going on, I've just had a week where I found out a roommate was moving out of our house all of the sudden when I saw him and his girlfriend loading up his mattress and boxspring inside his SUV. It still unknown how the subletting of a subleasor is going to work out. It better, cause I really don't want to add 60 bucks to my rent check every month.<br /><br />Now, there is something that got me back on this blog. And for that I have to say right now a big thank you to Wil Wheaton and his book "Just A Geek". Yes, I know his blog is read by tons of people who care what he has to say. Mine's not. It's a pretty easy concept to get. But for some reason, the book makes me want to blog again. Yes, I know this'll just be my little corner and probably only the few people I know personally, but I kinda think that if that's all it becomes, I'll be happy with that. I need to get on my writing anyways. <br /><br />I've had that Pheonix screenplay/novel I've been working on since high school. I should work on that.<br /><br />I'm wanting to get a career in the film production industry. That could end up creating interesting stories.<br /><br />This could be a lot of fun.<br /></span>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06521712594045222493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29376197.post-80857017933029559072009-10-08T11:08:00.001-04:002009-10-08T11:08:52.210-04:00I... I mean.... Holy crap...<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'>So, I can't say much, but if what I'm reading and hearing is true... ho-ly shit....<br/><br/><div class='zemanta-pixie'><img src='http://img.zemanta.com/pixy.gif?x-id=537d26b5-76ac-86c3-9306-7c62212f0478' alt='' class='zemanta-pixie-img'/></div></div>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06521712594045222493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29376197.post-85257452277094377602009-07-09T23:01:00.005-04:002009-07-09T23:21:42.627-04:00Melancholy, Oh How It AstoundsWell... I didn't keep my blogging promise, but I don't think I was ever going to in the first place. That's just something that I shouldn't promise, or I won't do it, so I won't do that this time. The real point of this post though isn't about that, it's just about what's hit me in this last week. I've just realized today that I have a distinct level of Melancholy in me.<br /><br /><span id="fullpost"><br /><br />It's an amazing thing that it can just sneak up on a person like this. For the majority of the week, I've felt down in the dumps. Tuesday it sent me to bed early and late to rise the next day. But not until this point right now did I realize that this is truly and fully melancholy. I'm not really caring much about anything that happens around me, I don't care if it's good or bad, it's just happening. I've even watched part of a favorite series today and it couldn't shake me out of it. Now don't get me wrong, (for the most part) I get away with it at work. I can slap on a smile and a fake happy attitude as the next college student, but there's nothing real under that at this point.<br /><br />Now, I think I can trace this back to events stemming from last friday (none of your beezwax at the moment, world), but for some reason, I think it may be something else too... I just don't know what at this point. This is just something that I'm not very used to, so I thought I'd write about it. Nothing more, nothing less.<br /></span>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06521712594045222493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29376197.post-64702191418914656202009-01-26T17:30:00.006-05:002009-01-26T18:34:31.564-05:00An New BeginingWell, it's time for a new start here on the blog. I'm a Junior in the TCOM department, so I'm gonna let my posts grow up a bit. Not too much though, I wouldn't really like that all that much.<br /><br />I cleared out the old entries that were on here. Yes, I really liked some of them, but I felt I needed this blog to reboot. I didn't forget about the past on here though. There were three posts that I felt could move over to this new version of the site.<br /><br />One was the original post that started me on here "A Crazy Little Dream...". It's something that still sits with me to this day for some reason. I still haven't figured out what it means either.<br /><br />The second is "Evolution of Stars and Galaxies". I just think it's one of those quirkier moments that I had that I'd rather keep.<br /><br />Lastly, the post I'm most proud of, "The Darkness Always Comes Before the Dawn". I'm not going to say anything other than I think that it's the most profound thing I have ever written, hands down, bar none.<br /><br />I hope you all are willing to take this journey with me, or if you're one of my friends who's coming back, I hope you'll continue.<br /><br />JoshJoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06521712594045222493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29376197.post-36462062843419883172007-05-17T22:45:00.000-04:002007-05-17T23:17:41.349-04:00The Darkness Always Comes Before the DawnI think that tonight I learned something from a wise, wise man; whom died thirty-four years previous.<br /><br />In J.R.R. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Tolkien's</span></span> <span style="font-style: italic;">The Children of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Hurin</span></span></span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Hurin's</span></span> son, Turin, is talking to a servant of his father's who he considers one of his closest friends. This is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Sador</span></span>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Sador's</span></span> tale is of one of the great battles against an evil lord and the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Orcs</span></span>. Within it, it would seem it is just another view into the history of Middle Earth, right at the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">begining</span></span> of the elder days. But then he says something that struck me. After they had falsely <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">believed</span></span> they had won and destroyed evil <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">permanently</span></span>, he left the ranks of the army to go back to his wooded home, afraid that he would be maimed or killed in the battles that could later happen. While at home, he cuts his own foot off, by accident, with an axe while working. That leg <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">shriveled</span></span> up and died, and now he only has one leg.<br /><br />But that still didn't phase me, though it is rightfully related to that story.<br /><br />He told Turin,<br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;">"</span>... for a man that flies from his fear may find that he has only taken a shortcut to meet it.' <span style="font-size:180%;">"</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"> -J.R.R. Tolkien, </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" >The Children of Hurin</span><br /></blockquote>There have been some things in the past that, yeah, I <span style="font-weight: bold;">KNOW</span> work perfectly with this statement. In fact, some things in life I know make this ring true... There have been things that I've been too afraid to do that, in the end, well, I either avoided as long as possible, OR, completely ignored.<br /><br />And there was a rhyme and reason to my actions (at least within my head). Little did I know, they would blow up in my face many times worse that I could have imagined if I had done the action that needed to be done. I'm not going to bring up what those are, though some of you have ideas and are wrong, and some that have ideas are right.<br /><br />Even with the events though, I never realized it within my life until I read that statement. We can't run from our fears... even if things could get bad if we go through with whatever is causing the fear.<br /><br /><br /><br />This is for those who feel that the fear in the path ahead is too much, don't turn back.<br />That path is not as rough as it may seem, for at the end, no matter the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">consequences</span>, there is a smoother landing, leading you to a higher ground.<br />But don't take that smoother path, thinking the darkness of fear is too much for you to handle.<br />Don't ignore the path!<br />Though it may be smooth today, it may not be quiet so smooth <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">tomorrow</span>, and will lead to a darker path.<br /><br />This is for those who don't feel that the darkness of fear is too much, this is for those who will stand up and fight the good fight. You can see the dangers that lie straight ahead, but you will take them on one by one, and when you reach the end, a new world will arise ahead, more beautiful than you've ever seen, because....<br /><br />The Darkness always comes before the dawn...Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06521712594045222493noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29376197.post-41450933166194394432007-04-20T11:27:00.001-04:002007-04-20T11:30:18.359-04:00Evolution of Galaxies and Stars<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">Well, I'm sitting here in Astronomy, wishing that I was done with classes for the day, but I've only got one more to go to, so I'll live (I think...).<br /><br />An interesting moment happened in Astronomy a couple days ago. The professor (whom normally I can't understand for the life of me) mane an interesting statement on Science.<br /><br />He said that you can't have science without observation on theory. Ok, that seems pretty obvious. But then he goes on. He says that for something to be science, you have to have both, not just one or the other.<br /><br />So then, that makes things a little more interesting. This factors into the whole macro-evolution (THANK YOU CURT!) argument. Which SURPRISINGLY ended up working with a pair of episode of South Park from Season 11 that I saw this past week while I should have been working on another paper.<br /><br />The guest character had stated that evolution (in this case, MACRO-evolution) was scientific fact. Well, if you put this into case with what my professor has said, there is no way it is science if it is proven fact. And it isn't proven fact if it is scientific. This would mean that the therory of MACRO-evolution is still a theory, and is not proven as fact.<br /><br />I dunno, I just thought that was interesting.<br /><br /><br /><p class="poweredbyperformancing">Powered by <a href="http://scribefire.com/">ScribeFire</a>.</p></div>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06521712594045222493noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29376197.post-1162190424017568422006-10-30T01:40:00.000-05:002006-10-30T01:40:24.030-05:00A Crazy Little Dream...To those who are getting redirected here from my old Xanga site, I'm sorry I've changed again. I just felt that this was a good time for another fresh start, and this is a little more personal in my opinion.<br /><br />Now what the title of not only my post but my Blog referers to is something that had entered the deep recesses of my mind last night as I slept. When I woke up, I had tears welling up in my eyes. Now you'll see why in a minute (really, a couple minutes), if you stick with this post. Now to the companies involved in the anime that is extremely fluent in this dream, I hope that I don't offend you too much.<br /><br />Just to let you guys in on a couple things, go to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eureka_seveN">this Wikipedia article</a> to get the info on the series. The few things I'll need to let you know about now though:<br /><br />Eureka: The lead female in the series. Not much else I could tell you that you wouldn't understand without seeing the series.<br />Holland: The leader of the rebel group The Gekko State in the series. Once a part of the army, but left to halt the progress of his brother.<br />The Nirvash: A giant... well... I guess you could call it a robot. A special connection between the two pilots needed to bring it to it's full potential (in the series, it is Renton and Eureka). Slightly changed in the dream.<br /><br />So to let you all know, it's going to start out more of a description of what's going on, but then move almost into a narrative story. So really, expect this to be relevively long I guess...<br /><br />................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................<br /><br />The Nirvash landed roughly on the back yard area of the Oneighty Building. The skate park wasn't there for some reason, but that isn't really important to the story. That's for you all who know where that is to get refrence for this.<br /><br />The cockpits hissed open in both Eureka and I's areas so that we could exit. She hopped out first and just stayed on the disk, right by the head. I sat in the navigation seat I was in and was contemplating the battle that had just ensued in the air above but also something else completely.... Something had changed in the Nirvash. In the days before, Eureka had been loosing it's voice that spoke to her. This had happened before and was utterly desasterous on her, not only mentally but physically. The day before the currrent events, I started seeing changes of my own. The Nirvash started responding more and more sluggishly to my programming that I plugged into it every time I input a program. <br /><br />Eureka and I were all ready at Wit's End with what was happening with the Nirvash, but were under more pressure from Holland. He seemed to think that we were having too many troubles with the Nirvash. There was never any way of keeping him from thinking that I was part of the problems. It was just something that I got used to, due to the fact that he seemed to forget about that as soon as something went right.<br /><br />Neither of us talked for a while as we sat in and on the Nirvash. I kept poking in calculations, trying to figure out what was going wrong, but finally decided it would be to no avail. Finally, I broke the silence.<br /><br />"Eureka?" I asked.<br /><br />"Yes?"<br /><br />"Is the Nirvash saying anything yet?"<br /><br />She pause for a few seconds, running her fingers lightly along the white reflection plates on Nirvash then replied, "No. He's still silent...."<br /><br />I sighed and hopped out of the cockpit I was in and landed on the ground. After another long silence I said, "Something still doesn't feel right about this..."<br /><br />"I've been noticing that too..." she replied, hopping on the edge of the disk to the ground. "not just in the Nirvash though, but also in you...."<br /><br />The rest of the converstation is a blur at the next thing I remember is Holland being there, right beside the Nirvash. I think that a conversation took place within the time that I missed, but apparantly Holland was taking the Nirvash. I didn't know how he could do that, considering that Eureka and I were the only ones that the Nirvash would allow to pilot it. <br /><br />Then it happened. The color scheme on the ship began to change has he entered Eureka's side of the cockpit. It changed to the Orange and white colors that were on the 909, the LFO that he himself piloted. We stood there, amazed, not able to do anything but stare as the Nirvash changed from what we had both known into something that almost seemed foriegn to us.<br /><br />At that point, Eureka broke into tears and broke away towards the doors that lead into the Oneighty Building... and I ran with her. We were both running hand in hand until somehow, an explosion erupted behind us and threw us both forward. The impact didn't knock us out, but I almost wish it had when I finally looked back.<br /><br />Where the Nirvash once stood, a pillar of fire stood. There was no way to see if anything was within the blaze, but I feared the worst. Eureka did as well. She was right beside me and when she saw the flames she turned right back around to me and dug her head into my chest, long sobs arising from her. I was holding her, but I wasn't very strong within the situation either. In fact I wanted to do the exact same as her. That robot, that Nirvash, had been a physical manesfestation of the closeness we two shared. I could completely understood. I held it and and tried to be strong for as long as I could, but it didn't last long. I slumped over , still facing the flames and tears started to stream down my face. Then I closed my eyes and just let it all go. I sat there, my head over her shoulder, hugging her, not just for her sake, but mine as well. All the while, tears streaming from my closed eyes. And we just sat there, crying with each other.<br /><br />Then it all blacked out.<br /><br />When the darkness subsided, I was in a thin, room with really a lot of people. At least 7 rows of people with four people per row. We're all sitting there, in what some would call their Sunday Best. In the front of the room, a man in a military uniform (E7 style) was standing there, and it seemed to be that we were all there for him. The only thing I can put together cohesively about this is that when I walked up to him to shake his hand, I said "Don't be late..." That's all that I can tell of that. Then it all faded to black once more.<br /><br />..........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................<br /><br />That would be the dream as best as I can put it into text. I can explain a lot better vocally, and I can fill in some of those gaps vocally too, but for some reason, were unable to be transfered into text for me.<br /><br />I know it's strange and long, but I want to know what you guys think about it. If you feel like you need a little more of the orignal source material to go on, please read the information that is in the WIKI link I posted at the top. I just am confused about it all. I just wanna see if anyone else knows why this would be so signifigant to me. Maybe to see the one thing I missed.Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06521712594045222493noreply@blogger.com1