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Another Productive Morning

You can always know when I'm having one of those when I pause everything to write a blog post. Yup.

I miss you all.

I've been doing NaNoWriMo and right now I'm only about two days behind, which...actually makes me feel pretty good. Usually at this point I'd be way ahead, but hey, my life is not as uncomplicated as it once was (is there a double negative in there somewhere? I'm not sure). My novel is a lot more disjointed than anything I've ever written and at this point it's more like a bunch of short stories with semi-loose connections between them. Also random other tangents I've written when I can't seem to bring myself to like living in the castle. [yeah, the connected-short-stories take place in a castle, kill me]

Well, most of it is terrible so don't expect to be reading it.

Oh! Yesterday...nothing exciting happened. But I'm pretty sure I didn't fail my midterm. So...yussssss [/Kip].

I'm wearing my white suit jacket because it makes me feel cool and I need to feel cool to be able to get anything done.

Unrelated, I watched the first season of Battlestar Galactica (yes, i keep giving you evidence of my productivity), and I mostly enjoyed it, so maybe I'll get around to season two when I have free time (like over Christmas break). [juuuust kidding family, i want to spend time with you, not Starbuck and Adama and crew]

I actually really dislike the theme music for it, which is only slightly annoying because now I have nothing to suggest for you to listen to.

I am enjoying some nice Police right now, if you're interested.

[hello again]

I have set aside this morning to study for my last midterm.

So clearly it's the best time to blog.

Nope, never mind, I have work to do.

i've been thinking/relearning about...

"What commandment is the foremost of all?"

Jesus answered, "The foremost is, 'Hear, O Israel! The Lord our God is one Lord; and you shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your mind, and with all your strength.'

The second is this, 'You shall love your neighbor as yourself.' There is no other commandment greater than these."

[Mark 12:28-31]

"For you were called to freedom, brethren; only do not turn your freedom into an opportunity for the flesh, but through love serve one another. For the whole Law is fulfilled in one word, in the statement, 'You shall love your neighbor as yourself.'"

[Galatians 5:13-14]

What exactly does it look like to love yourself as God would have you? In other words, what love are we reflecting when we love our neighbors?

[perhaps i should save this question in case i ever fill in on YoQ again, hm...or perhaps it's already been asked]

I [had] a dream...

in it I blogged a wonderfully articulate post about...something I can't remember now.

And we ate queso burritos in Spanish class, and then if we stayed late we got to have bacon and dip it in queso.

I was really hungry when I went to bed.

That is all.

there's not a single sentence I like in this paper I'm writing.

In other news, I keep listening to:

NaNoWriMo's coming up...

so I figured I owed you all a blog post before I completely disappear for a month. (j/k Morts...I will be there for Game Day...probably...)

November always seems to be an uber-productive month for me. I think, maybe, possibly, that may have something to do with my intense procrastination skills. Instead of working on my novel, I get work done. It's lovely.

if these guys weren't so lazy, I might have some of that to do as well ;) [and by lazy I mean...busy with important things, yes]

By the way, I epically failed my whole productive-new-thing-in-October challenge. I had much thinking to do, and also my art class started.

music

What?

Don't blame me, I've been busy...busy forgetting about my blog again.

Sometimes I use the excuse Seamus Heaney did when he took so long to translate Beowulf:

To put it another way: from the point of view of

the writer, words in a poem need what the Polish poet Anna Swir once called "the equivalent of a biological right to life." The erotics of composition are essential to the process, some pre-reflective excitation and orientation, some sense that your own little verse-craft can dock safe and sound at the big quay of the language.

Also, I just really like the way Heaney writes, he's kinda awesome. The point of the quote from Swir was that inspiration can't be forced, and an epic work (like translating Beowulf, or creating your own art) is as much a matter of excited motivation as it is preparedness.

I woke up this morning with "Hips Don't Lie" stuck in my head. So, it barely needs to be said that I had a pretty awesome day.

I would like to mention again that Kelsea Mort is awesome. Just so you all remain aware.

Unrelated...some football pictures:

Also, the Yankees just won the first game of the ALCS. OH YES.

& you should listen to all the music on this website: www.futureofforestry.com