tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60451292012-02-15T23:25:06.132-08:00Reflections and rants. Why not?Stuff goes here.Seánhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10212488895068056145noreply@blogger.comBlogger181100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045129.post-77407830185955588202008-11-18T08:55:00.000-08:002008-11-18T08:57:55.281-08:00#2Ambulance11/16/2008The casual indifferenceof the Sunday afternooncoffeegoersTo the sirensof the emergency vehiclesnow parked outside,And the unhurried ambling of the menwho wheel the complex gurney/stretcherpast the open door and windowGives me pause as I ponderan event that would be so dire but at the same time so relaxed.But as the summonerof those services walks bywith such nonchalance,My Seánhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10212488895068056145noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045129.post-63442582801007840352008-10-16T14:30:00.000-07:002008-10-16T14:32:31.746-07:00#1As the busy street moves under meand my feet keep time with the rhythmof my internal symphony,I'm moved.As if by giant bellows, dark and thicksmoke issues from the restaurant, thanks tothe fires below preparingsavory treats.All around this city, simple folkconvene to help each other live and breathe,evidenced by dozens ofsuch fires.Seán Nolen 2008.10.16Seánhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10212488895068056145noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045129.post-1109241402148488022005-02-24T02:33:00.000-08:002005-02-24T02:41:30.890-08:00Irony: I first created this blog for no other reason than i was sitting bored in class. I didn't expect anyone would ever read it, and i think i mentioned something to that effect. Who would have known the day would come that 2 + 2 would equal holy crap? Ironic that I, the person least likely to have a blog, would, by having a blog, cause something to happen with it. But none of that matters Seánhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10212488895068056145noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045129.post-1109241063587145292005-02-24T02:28:00.000-08:002005-02-24T02:31:03.590-08:00Dimensions:So we got to thinking tonight. I don't have time right now to post the full everything, but basically, the conclusion was reached that we fully know about 6 dimensions, but the 6th is kinda crazy. the first three are space, the 4th is time, the 5th is probability, and the 6th, believe it or not, is free will. I need to sleep now, but i'll prove this later in a perfectly sane, Seánhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10212488895068056145noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045129.post-1098171164745248302004-10-19T01:31:00.000-07:002004-10-19T00:32:44.746-07:00(00:23:44) I was the shadow of the waxwing slain: its employee art month at [the coffee shop]
(00:23:50) Sean: oh no
(00:23:56) Sean: is she good?
(00:23:58) I was the shadow of the waxwing slain: so most of the paintings on the wall are done by [the hot girl at the coffee shop]
(00:24:01) I was the shadow of the waxwing slain: yeah she is
(00:24:04) Sean: sweeet
(00:24:07) Sean: ask her out
(Seánhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10212488895068056145noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045129.post-1098082549751052572004-10-17T23:52:00.000-07:002004-10-17T23:55:49.753-07:00There's something about Woolf that makes reading it a bit like thinking. Imagine if one had the time to analyze every aspect of life in detail; but not only detail itself, but also all the distractions, wrong turns, and seemingly random cris-crossings the mind takes whenever one contemplates something in a mostly-awake but wandering-mind daydream-style sort of state. If one could do that and Seánhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10212488895068056145noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045129.post-1097565216855844752004-10-11T23:54:00.000-07:002004-10-12T00:13:36.856-07:00Art is life.
This is the ideal that has ruled this day. I've finished 1984, a book I ought to have read ages ago, but as such a task was never asked of me, i never gave it a second thought until suddenly one day, when the realization came to me that the task had never been asked of me.
I thought it was quite moving. All having to do with politics was scary, in that it resembles too much the Seánhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10212488895068056145noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045129.post-1097132433319377022004-10-06T23:47:00.000-07:002004-10-07T00:00:33.320-07:00I can't.
I can't read any more tonight.
1984 has led me through a largely unfamiliar world, reminiscent in some ways of my own, but mostly foreign. Tonight, it hit home in a way that both hurts and caresses. The note that says, "I love you."
I don't know what it is. I seem to say that muchly of late. It's true. I don't know a lot of things. Realizing this, according to Socrates (throughSeánhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10212488895068056145noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045129.post-1097093578388258802004-10-06T13:06:00.000-07:002004-10-06T13:14:22.013-07:00Whose idea was it to make bakery boxes pink? Not only are they mostly pink no matter where one goes, but they're flimsy to boot. I got a dozen donuts the other day, and the box nearly caved in on itself because the material was too thin to be made into such a large container.
So is there only one company out there who turns out the world's--or at least the USA's--supply of pink bakery boxes? AreSeánhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10212488895068056145noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045129.post-1097046820521372782004-10-05T23:55:00.000-07:002004-10-06T00:17:19.390-07:00Well, here I am again--sitting in front of a computer screen with nothing to type. A few minutes ago, nearly napping, I had a full discourse on the feelings i was experiencing in my half-asleep nearly-delusional state, but now, as i sit up, again wide-awake, nothing comes to mind. I try to remember what brilliant words were at my command mere moments ago, but alas they have let me for brighter Seánhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10212488895068056145noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045129.post-1077512037352551752004-02-22T20:53:00.000-08:002004-02-22T20:56:42.716-08:00Osama bin Laden: Made in USASeánhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10212488895068056145noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045129.post-1077422596154874222004-02-21T20:03:00.000-08:002004-02-21T20:06:00.780-08:00"He is an awesome music." --Sean
"I don't know her name, but I played with her" --Nathaniel
"Hold my stick, I gotta pee." --NathanielSeánhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10212488895068056145noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045129.post-1077121022527528242004-02-18T08:17:00.000-08:002004-02-18T08:19:42.170-08:00"i stoved over a hot . . . " --NathanielSeánhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10212488895068056145noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045129.post-1077120944616230822004-02-18T08:15:00.000-08:002004-02-18T08:18:24.280-08:00"did you ever read that William Blake poem about those kids dying being swimney cheeps?" --NathanielSeánhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10212488895068056145noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045129.post-1077097998751754412004-02-18T01:53:00.000-08:002004-02-18T01:55:57.543-08:00So i've decided what i'm going to do with this blog thing. i think i learn something interesting every day and i'm going to document it here. i'd like to give details, but perhaps i can't be stuffed. today i learned where the idle adjustment screw is on my truck (toyota 3VZ-E engine)Seánhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10212488895068056145noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045129.post-1076101119962744172004-02-06T12:58:00.000-08:002004-02-06T13:01:02.686-08:00I think this ought to settle the argument once and for all. This was my entire point. Note which uni this page comes from.
Grammar and Style Notes: "A preposition that governs two pronouns can also cause problems. In 'He wanted you and I for the team,' the word I should be me: he wanted you and he wanted me, so he wanted you and me. Pay special attention to phrases like you and I, you and she,Seánhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10212488895068056145noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045129.post-1068167449350993972003-11-06T17:10:00.000-08:002003-11-06T17:10:53.090-08:00okay, so i decided to do this just because i wonder why people do this. like, what is the point of putting a diary online for the whole world to read? maybe i can use this when i just feel like talking out my ass about nothing. i dunno. maybe someone will even read this, but i doubt it. sorry i'm not being very interesting, but anything really important or personal will remain that way. why?Seánhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10212488895068056145noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045129.post-1068166560933485982003-11-06T16:56:00.000-08:002003-11-06T16:56:04.023-08:00junkykazz : i need sleep far from home...Seánhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10212488895068056145noreply@blogger.com