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Here's a poem I wrote for my upcoming 10 year high school reunion... I was going to submit it to the blog that the organising committee set up for the project... it might be a bit academic & heavy for just detailing my last 10 years of experiences. Warning, I don't know if the French or Latin phrases used herein work in their respective languages. For posterity: Decade Directed to Daring Deeds (working title)Alors, il faut qu'on dise...Long ago, legions of Lancers leftSchool to seek on land & on seaan adventure of valor vaunted by your election,once Brigham Young brought blessing to blazeacademic dreams & diligent studies.However, each opportunitity edges out others& collegiate learning leapt to Ephraimat Snow, scripted scholarworkrevealed a virulent voice of self-ignorancesuch a path I parted from, to preview my own personbut holding in mind hopes in a hatchery,to return to in time, in a future untold.a French instructor filled fresh furrowswith ideas leading to a life less lowly,pregnant with the possible, purpose, & pointfrom which came accomodating crunchy cucumbers,the spinach, the seeds, the asparagus, the couscousof vegetarian fare, testing new tastes.openness the hors d'oeuvre to order a renaissanceshe taught, telling 'try old times'what is worth, is wisdom, is woe?love leads to lots of lifelo, doltish debts dealt some darkness,but, thrice the sun circled the systembefore finding fun in focused book-readingAgain, a gain of mental growth,to build a bridge to a Bachelor's degree.while paying the price of the impoverishing plans,lingua latina inlargit meam mentemau meme temps je me mis dans un autre melangebecause I closed the cap on the crock,the kirk cloven from the craft of enslaving.fairly adept at the academic, I delved deepinto an octad of tongues, hoping to havemastery of one, the modern modeused by the issue of the ancient Franks,spending a June and a July, enjoyingarts of the 'In' and 'Off' in Avignon.With the paper in pocket I am parked in Pocatello,sitting at a precipice, staring once more at the uncertainwith the last ten teasing and trolling a terreplein.

What was I thinking about today

Hmm... well, I just really wanted to get a blog set-up... narcissistic, I suppose.You know, work is retarded... 1/3 of your day eaten up by mundanity... all the great thoughts I had and no quick way to post, write them...Somewhere, sometime today I thought about war... Guns and bullets rather suck. And war can motivate people to do odd things. Kill, for one. No one, no matter how atrocious, deserves any death.Now, especially, war leads us to the War, in Iraq, w/ impending possibility w/ Iran or N. Korea. So many dead on each side, believing strongly in their cause... I mused once to a friend, or, perhaps more accurately, questioned rhetorically why people didn't want to go fight in Iraq. She said that it was because people were afraid to die. I didn't respond, but that seemed rather... poor, unreasonable of an answer. To me, the logic says if I am not afraid to die, then I should go to Iraq. The cause to war, I suppose, has to be worthy of a fight. But why do all the causes that seem to be worthy of a fight require beans and bullets?But, there are causes of great worth that can "take a life", that is, the natural dénouement (sorry, English word eludes me) that spans 70, 80, 90 years. Down w/ nationalism, down w/ religious superiority, down w/ crusades. Up w/ citizenship of the world, up w/ spirituality, up w/ betterment of all humanity.Hmm. Enough for now.

What was I thinking about today

Hmm... well, I just really wanted to get a blog set-up... narcissistic, I suppose.You know, work is retarded... 1/3 of your day eaten up by mundanity... all the great thoughts I had and no quick way to post, write them...Somewhere, sometime today I thought about war... Guns and bullets rather suck. And war can motivate people to do odd things. Kill, for one. No one, no matter how atrocious, deserves any death.Now, especially, war leads us to the War, in Iraq, w/ impending possibility w/ Iran or N. Korea. So many dead on each side, believing strongly in their cause... I mused once to a friend, or, perhaps more accurately, questioned rhetorically why people didn't want to go fight in Iraq. She said that it was because people were afraid to die. I didn't respond, but that seemed rather... poor, unreasonable of an answer. To me, the logic says if I am not afraid to die, then I should go to Iraq. The cause to war, I suppose, has to be worthy of a fight. But why do all the causes that seem to be worthy of a fight require beans and bullets?But, there are causes of great worth that can "take a life", that is, the natural dénouement (sorry, English word eludes me) that spans 70, 80, 90 years. Down w/ nationalism, down w/ religious superiority, down w/ crusades. Up w/ citizenship of the world, up w/ spirituality, up w/ betterment of all humanity.Hmm. Enough for now.