electronic impulses from brain to fingers; directed? sometimes. random? always.
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Chinkie for life.
NorCal for life.
Bruin for life.
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Saturday, August 10, 2002
After a flurry of blurry days and nights, my sight for sore eyes and soaring skies has returned from a glorious and scurried life of might and magic flight times.
doobin @ 10:27 PM
Wednesday, August 07, 2002
What if God was One of Us (Ravers)
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Dan: haha, i'm listening to a dance version of what if god was one of us
Dan: that would be cool if he came raving with us
wouldn't it! people would think they're trippin off crazy drugs then.
[cue spacey stoner voice]
"man.... I saw god man... and he was dancing man... and he started glowsticking.. but then they were his hands man!! his hands! it was holy man...."
doobin @ 9:53 PM
whats weirdest right now is that no matter what, there is no better window for me to express my whims and random thoughts than here. There is no better communcation with another entity in the sport of discussing issues of personal, business, and randomness, than here. There is nothing that can universally and impartially listen, understand, and take in all that I have to say in context with the vacuum of the content itself and whats outside of it, than this. i feel like i can't talk to anyone to fully express what I'm thinking. and so I won't. or, if you look at it differently, I'll put my thoughts out there so that one who can impartially listen and fully comprehend, does.
doobin @ 9:50 PM
I guess its hard to relate to something when the things that you relate to change with time.
doobin @ 6:25 PM
is it more funny or ironic to know that everyone is losing the pieces that are attributed to something so great as wisdom, while someone like me retains them? or is it the loss of these things that leads to greater wisdom? because that'd make some sense.
here's to everyone losing their teeth and becoming unwise chipmunk-like fools.
doobin @ 6:24 PM
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