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BrandonHalf
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Name: Brandon
Country: United States
State: Iowa
Metro: Dubuque
Birthday: 6/16/1984
Gender: Male
Interests: Music, Philosophy, occasional video games, the Daily Show, NPR, Paul Harvey, exploring finity
Expertise: I'm no expert, but I am a guitarist.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Other
Message: message me
AIM:  BrandonHalf
Member Since:
7/26/2005
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| I just feel ambitious to actually post on Xanga so HA! I am here!
Beck's gettin me goin man.
It's been a fine last few days, barring the saddening news of the
speedily failing health of Dr. Norm Freund's father. The
philosophy department has been exceedingly good to me thus far, and I
feel a certain degree of empathy towards this situation than with
anything more removed from my immediate situation.
Thankful for Tom and sanity.
Thankful for Kent and validity.
Thankful for friends for humanity.
Thankful for music for understanding.
Thankful to good people for inspiration.
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| So this Xanga might just casually become inactive following this
post. I don't update much, I haven't had anything relevant to say
so far and don't foresee any relevance in the near future. Oh
well, these sites aren't exactly promoting relevance anyway. I
will likely keep the MySpace profile, I think it's just
www.myspace.com/brandonhalf.
So what's going on right now...
I now live with my buddy Nick, the guitarist in the band for which I
now play bass. Much cob, jam, and WoW. The address is 420
Winona St. You probably won't forget that anytime soon, and
should probably stop by. But you probably won't. I wouldn't
either, don't worry.
Knowing how people utilize sites like these to promote an extreme side
of themselves that doesn't often correspond to their actual
interpersonal self, this is probably appearing welcoming until you
think "hey I really don't know (insert name here) and even tho I
pretend to like him/her I don't want to associate longer than (insert
time period here) with him/her for (insert poor reasoning here)."
Think of how many times we do that in a day.
Unification by ignorance is still unification I suppose. Is there
a difference between placing value judgements and just solitary
assessment? I can't seem to do the later without it being
perceived as the former.
"We should get together and talk about
all the things we never say.
We've got so many deadly sins
that keep us keepin' it in
But not today
been sayin not today.
Cause I've been speakin' to the snowman.
The snowman told me
'even I grow tired of the cold.'"
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| Blog blog blog...I've been floating around MySpace more recently, haven't had much to say.
I am done with my Timesaver course as of Thursday the 20th. My
senior research rough draft paper is due Tuesday. Norm test
Monday. Physics test soon? Next week is hellish but ending
with me moving in to 420 Winona and riding much more smoothly the rest
of the flight through the semester.
Next semester, if I get this project in order...holy crap, the performance will be fantastic.
Should the opportunity arise to get over myself (ie the pervasive
identification of myself preceding and permeating any other experience,
a difficulty to overcome at the least...) I find out news of
others' pain, and because I recognize the name I'm suddenly in a brand
new context of expectations. We can watch as thousands of people
die, but until we know them to any extent, we have no real emotional
attachment, and therefore minimal stock in the situation except as part
of a universal apprehension of pain, a derivative of recognizing things
external to the consciousness as being apart from that which the
consciousness is: that through which experience is apprehended from
nature.
I'm certain this abstract thinking won't solve anything, but only because I've nothing to solve.
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| Even the most posts soon turn to ghosts
but for now, I am happy.
I'm back to me again. I'm still not sure how this me fits with other me's of their own, but I'm glad to be where I am now.
I <3 The Heavenly States so much.
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| This isn't working.
I'm finding that my reasons for not doing these things that are "bad" for me are almost as ridiculous as the reasons for doing them. I have plenty of pointless chemicals firing off nonsensically as it is, and they're just as intriguing or debilitating as anything the drugs can offer me. Reality is, and it's not that I am also, but that I am as a part of being within this reality, bound to return to nonconsciousness later.
I'm finding myself being conscious of myself being conscious of myself being...
Have I yet to decide if I'm happy with what I have to be happy with?
It's Thursday. Cob and Jam Thursday. If it is indeed habit I am trying to force myself out of, I will undoubtedly find myself in a new habit later. It's not that smoking will destroy me in itself, but it will destroy that which others have placed upon their perception of me as positive in its absence.
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