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You know I would
5/14/2011, 10:08 am
Filed under: Cat, Frustrations, Geek-Out, Happy!, Music, Nostalgia, School, Social, Spirituality

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Oh baby,
I’m so tired
The man…from the government
The man…from the tax board
The man…from the public school
The man owns the golden rule,
yeah
I’m everybody’s slave, I made you my slave
You said this I do for you
If it would help to give the world back
What it gave, then I would
I would
I would
I would
I would for you
I would for you
You say my eyes are crazy eyes
Sometimes they are and so are you
And if you wonder what I would do
I would do anything if I could
You know I would
I would
I would
I would for you
I would for you
I would for you
I would for you
I would for you

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And a nice drive in the country…
2/3/2011, 5:02 am
Filed under: Frustrations, Geek-Out, Happy!, Music, Nostalgia

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Neutral Milk Hotel - On Avery Island
And the first one tore a picture
Of a dead and hanging man
Who was kissing foreign fishes
That flew right out from this hands
And when I put my arms around him
I felt the blushing blood run through my cheeks
And an eeriness surrounded when his tongue began to speak
And he said…Oh boy you are so pretty
Enough to wrap tight in rice-paper string…
And when I finally kissed him the whole world began to ring
Lost like a bell that’s tipping over
With two cracks along both sides
And I knew the world was over so I took a look outside
And watched the fires that were reaching
Up to the weather vane and the tops of trees
And the waiting scene and the sunday dream
They’re all waiting here for me

Deli markets with their flower stands
Pretty girls and the burning men
Hanging out on the hooks next to the window displays
And I took out my tongue twice removed from my face
Across a bridge and across the mountains
Threw a nickel in the fountain
To save my soul from all these troubled times
And all the drugs that I don’t have the guts to take
To soothe my mind so I’m always sober
Always aching, always heading towards
Mass suicide, occult figurines
And wasted gas-station attendants
Attending to their jobs
And a nice drive in the country
Finds a nice cliff to drop off
Oh when this life just gets so grating
All the grittiness of life
But don’t take those pills your boyfriend gave you
You’re too wonderful to die

And the last one tore a picture
From the pornographic page
But all the pleasure points attacking
All the looks of love were staged
And its a lie that you’ve been giving
It just hurts you everyday
So why should I lay here naked
When its just too far away
From anything we could call loving
Any love worth living for
So I’ll sleep out in the gutter
You can sleep here on the floor
And when I wake up in the morning
I won’t forget to lock the door
Because with a match that’s mean and some gasoline
You won’t see me anymore
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Day in, day out
11/7/2010, 9:08 am
Filed under: Frustrations, Geek-Out, Happy!, Music, Social, Spirituality

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FAC-2 A Factory Sample
Feel it closing in,
Feel it closing in,
The fear of whom I call,
Every time I call,
I feel it closing in,
I feel it closing in,
Day in, day out,
Day in, day out,
Day in, day out,
Day in, day out,
Day in, day out,
Day in, day out.

I feel it closing in,
As patterns seem to form.
I feel it cold and warm.
The shadows start to fall.
I feel it closing in,
I feel it closing in,
Day in, day out,
Day in, day out,
Day in, day out,
Day in, day out,
Day in, day out.

I’d have the world around,
To see just whatever happens,
Stood by the door alone,
And then it’s fade away.
I see you fade away.
Don’t ever fade away.
I need you here today.
Don’t ever fade away.
Don’t ever fade away.
Don’t ever fade away.
Don’t ever fade away.
Fade away. Fade away.
Fade away. Fade away.
Fade away. Fade away.
Fade away.
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It seems so real…
7/31/2010, 7:25 am
Filed under: Frustrations, Geek-Out, Happy!, Music, Nostalgia, School, Spirituality

Hard to believe this song is 31 years old…

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Well it seems so real I can see it
And it seems so real I can feel it
And it seems so real I can taste it
And it seems so real I can hear it
So why can’t I touch it?
So why can’t I touch it?

Then it looks so real I can see it
And it feels so real I can feel it
And it tastes so real I can taste it
And it sounds so real I can hear it
So why can’t I touch it?
So why can’t I touch it?

Then it looks so real I can feel it
And it feels so real I can taste it
And it tastes so real I can hear it
And it sounds so real I can see it
So why can’t I touch it?
So why can’t I touch it?

Now it is so real I can see it
And it is so real I can feel it
And it is so real I can hear it
And it is so real I can be it
So why can’t I touch it?
So why can’t I touch it?

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It’s the freakiest show
7/17/2010, 12:31 am
Filed under: Frustrations, General, Music, Nostalgia

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Hunky Dory
It’s a god-awful small affair
To the girl with the mousy hair
But her mummy is yelling “No”
And her daddy has told her to go
But her friend is nowhere to be seen
Now she walks through her sunken dream
To the seat with the clearest view
And she’s hooked to the silver screen
But the film is a saddening bore
‘Cause she’s lived it ten times or more
She could spit in the eyes of fools
As they ask her to focus on

Sailors fighting in the dance hall
Oh man! Look at those cavemen go
It’s the freakiest show
Take a look at the Lawman
Beating up the wrong guy
Oh man! Wonder if he’ll ever know
He’s in the best selling show
Is there life on Mars?

It’s on Amerika’s tortured brow
That Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow
Now the workers have struck for fame
‘Cause Lennon’s on sale again
See the mice in their million hordes
From Ibiza to the Norfolk Broads
Rule Britannia is out of bounds
To my mother, my dog, and clowns
But the film is a saddening bore
‘Cause I wrote it ten times or more
It’s about to be writ again
As I ask you to focus on

Sailors fighting in the dance hall
Oh man! Look at those cavemen go
It’s the freakiest show
Take a look at the Lawman
Beating up the wrong guy
Oh man! Wonder if he’ll ever know
He’s in the best selling show
Is there life on Mars?

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Ya, but remember their first album?
7/14/2010, 9:40 pm
Filed under: Frustrations, Music, Nostalgia

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Kingsbury Manx
if you could only stay
even for a day
we could spend some time
yes you’ve spent some time
i’ve seen you with your books
memorizing lines
up at some day school
making others out as fools
sweet autumn leaves seem to long for the pre-garden days
sweet autumn leaves seem to long for the pre-garden days

you and arthur meade
taught me how to read
and how to waste a day
paint pictures of photographs
i paint pictures that made you laugh
sweet autumn leaves seem to long for the pre-garden days
sweet autumn leaves seem to long for the pre-garden days

little girl who’s got the blues
just you, the cat, and the covers on the bed
and your subject’s were once rough
but now they lack the stuff
sweet autumn leaves seem to long for the pre-garden days
sweet autumn leaves seem to long for the pre-garden days

go on about keeping warm
and you wonder why the doctor warned you not to flip your wig
i heard that you were out there, breaking weather
let me take you where the moss grows
like walking out into the year’s first snow
let me take you where the moss grows
like walking out into the year’s first snow
sweet autumn leaves seem to long for the pre-garden days
sweet autumn leaves seem to long for the pre-garden days

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Reminisce
6/23/2010, 11:48 pm
Filed under: Frustrations, Music, Nostalgia, Social

Was out at the Federal tonight and this song I hadn’t heard in a while came on…holding on for dear life at the end of a relationship waiting for the other person to blink first…a better description of a bad time I have not found…

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I’ve been going through the records, we’re not getting any better.
Maybe I’m just getting bitter, I don’t really care whatever.
I’m so tired of open warfare, when the point of this was to be best of friends.
We’ve been going round in circles like a plane without an engine
As we spiral down the slipstream of our quickly sinking friendship.
It’s a trainwreck of an ending. It’s the same as if we’d never even met.
And now I’m going through the motions like a drunken ballerina
who is too tired to dance but keeps on getting up to see if
anybody stuck around to see a show that has been over now for days.
And I know that they’re gone but I keep checking anyway.

We’ve been standing here for hours on the edges of a canyon.
I’ve got my side you’ve got yours and we’re both about to fall in.
The pole we hold between us is the only thing that’s keeping us aloft.
And we’re standing in the hallway, both resolved to finally do this.
We each have our guns drawn but neither of us wants to shoot first.
We could stay like this forever. We could stay like this and never leave.
But there are standards I expect our breaking up to measure up to.
When you fall in love as hard and recklessly as you and I do,
It seems that the final act should have the same intensity as the first scene.
If I don’t lose a couple teeth then it just won’t feel real to me.

So we fall onto the floor, not really sure if this
Is breaking bones or making out, maybe a bit of both.
But I won’t look away first. And you won’t look away first.

“It’s a simple proposition,” said the rabbit to the badger,
“I am sure if we’re committed, we could dig our way to China.
Wouldn’t it be great to see The Wall and all those people standing on their heads?”
So they each picked up a shovel, throwing dirt over their shoulders
And with every shovelful, their little hole got a bit deeper
Til they had to climb down in it, just to reach the bottom layer.
They went on like this all night, scooping up and tossing out dirt.
In the morning they realized they weren’t getting any further.
The hole had grown so deep that the dirt they threw kept falling back on them.
Said the badger to rabbit, “I am sure if we continue
We will pull through this on top. Perseverance is a virtue.”
So they scooped it and they tossed while the dirt piled up around their legs.
And in a matter of hours they buried themselves in it.

And we fall onto the floor, not really sure if this
Is breaking bones or making out, maybe a bit of both.
But I won’t look away first. And you won’t look away first.

I’ve been going through the records, we’re not getting any better.
Maybe I’ve just gotten bitter, I don’t really care whatever.
I’m so tired of open warfare, when the point of this was to be best of friends.
We’ve been going round in circles like a plane without an engine
As we spiral down the slipstream of our quickly sinking friendship.
It’s a trainwreck of an ending. It’s the same as if we’d never even met.
But now I’m going through the motions like a dedicated doctor
Whose patient has been broken with no chance that he’ll recover.
I keep shocking at the body, just trying to make the heartbeat stay.
And I know that it’s gone but I keep trying anyway.

Yeah we fall onto the floor, not really sure if this
Is breaking bones or making out, maybe a bit of both.
But I won’t look away first. And you won’t look away first.
No I won’t look away first. And you won’t look away first.

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A Sunday morning song; remember when we were young?
6/20/2010, 11:40 am
Filed under: Frustrations, Music, Nostalgia, Social

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Remember when we were young
How you asked everyone to marry you
All of those songs we sung
Changing all the words you used to make the heroine die
Why

Remember when we were right
God threw his darts at stars in the night
I had a kite
You had a trampoline and a BMX bike
You didn’t even like

I don’t want to say it’s breaking my heart
And I don’t know where to start
Old friends are falling apart
Time like the name of a man
Covered and we both can whine
I miss the straight, straight lines

The old times

Remember when we got caught
Dirty hands and make-believe drugs
We never got
Give me all your money
Bank robbers and cowboy cops
Make-believe rocks

Remember when we held hands
Red rover and marching band
You had a tan
Staying outside that long’s gonna make you man
Never going back, never going back again

I don’t want to say it’s breaking my heart
And I don’t know where to start
Old friends are falling apart
Time like the name of a man
Covered and we both can whine
I miss the straight, straight lines

The old times
The old times
Remember when we were young
Remember when we were young

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Suck It!
3/12/2010, 8:59 am
Filed under: Frustrations, Geek-Out, Happy!, Job, School

I am in, I am in, I am in!
A dream that started in 7th grade and was put on hold for far too long has finally started to become a reality.
From a double-wide in Mill Creek to a grad student at Duke University, it seems like I have lived several lifetimes during the intervening years.
Oh, and all you non-believers/haters/ex’s can suck it 🙂

Acceptance Letter



Look Homeward, Angel
10/4/2009, 4:27 pm
Filed under: Frustrations, Happy!, Nostalgia, Social

So, I traveled to my Mom’s this weekend to do stuff around her house and to meet up with old High School peeps on Saturday night. I hadn’t seen/talked to most of them in 18 years. The biggest mistake I made was going out Friday and getting wwwwaaaaayyyyyy trashed. I was out of sorts Saturday and had to fight from reverting back to high school-insecure-skulking-in-the-background Dan. I’ve spoken at conferences, met with higher-ups from county, been on TV more than once, DJ’d in front of big crowds, etc… but a hangover and old High School people are apparently all it takes for timid Dan to return. It was a little weird, a few of these people were more important to me than anything else back then; now we are telling the last 18 years in two paragraphs or less. All in all though, it was great fun and I hope to do a better job of staying in touch over the next 18 years.

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To Something and Not Away From
9/23/2009, 6:23 am
Filed under: Frustrations, Music, Nostalgia

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Disappear from your hometown
Go and find the people that you know
Show them all you good parts
Leave town when bad ones start to show
Go and wed a woman
A pretty girl that you’ve never met
Make sure she knows you love her well
But don’t make any other promises

The weight of lies will bring you down
And follow you to every town
Cause nothing happens here that doesn’t happen there
So when you run make sure you run
To something and not away from
Cause lies don’t need an aeroplane to chase you anywhere

I once heard the worse thing
A man could do is draw a hungry crowd
Tell everyone his name, pride, and confidence
But leaving out his doubt
I’m not sure I bought those words
When I was young I knew most everything
These words have never met so much to anyone
As they now mean to me

The weight of lies will bring you down
And follow you to every town
Cause nothing happens here that doesn’t happen there
So when you run make sure you run
To something and not away from
Cause lies don’t need an aeroplane to chase you down

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Why can’t we all just get along?
6/4/2008, 5:57 am
Filed under: Frustrations, Politics, Social

“All of you chose to support a candidate you believe in deeply.  But at the end of the day, we aren’t the reason you came out and waited in lines that stretched block after block to make your voice heard. You didn’t do that because of me or Senator Clinton or anyone else. You did it because you know in your hearts that at this moment — a moment that will define a generation — we cannot afford to keep doing what we’ve been doing. We owe our children a better future. We owe our country a better future. And for all those who dream of that future tonight, I say – let us begin the work together. Let us unite in common effort to chart a new course for America.”

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A random thought not at all connected to my Birthday
5/2/2008, 6:36 am
Filed under: Frustrations, Happy!, Music, Nostalgia

The girls I’ve found myself dating on past Halloweens have all laughed it off, but I know that when I find the one who wants to dress as Captain and Tennille with me, I’ve met Mrs. Right.

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Love, love will keep us together;
Think of me babe whenever
Some sweet talking girl comes along singing a song —
Don’t mess around, you got to be strong,Just Stop, ’cause I really love you,
Stop, I’ll be thinking of you —
Look in my heart and let love keep us together.

You, you belong to me now,
Ain’t gonna set you free now;
When those girls start hanging around, talking me down,
Hear with your heart and you won’t hear a sound.

Just stop, ’cause I really love you; stop, I’ll be thinking of you —
Look in my heart and let love keep us together, whatever.

Young and beautiful someday your looks will be gone;
When the others turn you off who’ll be turning you on?
I will, I will, I will

I will be there to share forever;
Love will keep us together.
Said it before and I’ll say it again, while others pretend,
I need you now and I’ll need you then.

Stop, ’cause I really love you; stop, I’ll be thinking of you —
Look in my heart and let love keep us together, whatever.
I will, I will, I will

Stop, ’cause I really love you; stop, I’ll be thinking of you —
Look in my heart and let love keep us together, whatever.
I will, I will, I will, I will.

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It takes all kinds
3/28/2008, 2:25 pm
Filed under: Frustrations, Nostalgia, Social

Last night I was helping a friend hang a light in his apartment. I once spent part of a summer as an electrician’s assistant and at times like this that experience proves useful. While putting the fixture in the ceiling my friend commented that if this was he and his boyfriend putting up the light there would have been raised voices. Phrases like, “Well if you could just hold it in place, maybe I could finish screwing it in”, “I don’t know how it looks, it’s kind of hard to see with your hand in the way”, and “I didn’t ask for your opinion, I asked for you to read the directions!” would have been thrown around.

Now, my question for you: what does it mean that thinking about those little quibbles makes me nostalgic for relationships? I seriously miss those pointless arguments. The memories of passive aggressive, sarcastic remarks not only make me smile and look back fondly at relationships from the past, they also make me want to meet the next future ex.

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Mind is a Razorblade
11/29/2007, 10:36 pm
Filed under: Frustrations, Music, Nostalgia, Social

The Original:

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The Really Good Acoustic Cover:

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One night to be confused
One night to speed up truth
We had a promise made
Four hands and then away
Both under influence
We had divine scent
To know what to say
Mind is a razorblade

To call for hands of above, to lean on
Wouldn't be good enough for me, no

One night of magic rush
The start: a simple touch
One night to push and scream
And then relief
Ten days of perfect tunes
The colours red and blue
We had a promise made
We were in love

To call for hands of above, to lean on
Wouldn't be good enough for me, no

To call for hands of above, to lean on
Wouldn't be good enough

And you
You knew the hand of a devil
And you
Kept us awake with wolves teeth
Sharing different heartbeats in one night

To call for hands of above, to lean on
Wouldn't be good enough for me, no

To call for hands of above, to lean on
Wouldn't be good enough
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But I’m feeding the enemy
11/15/2007, 6:54 am
Filed under: Frustrations, Music, Nostalgia

It’s a catchy little ditty filled to the brim with good lines. Some stand out at different times depending on my mood. Since my mood has been centered on personal growth as of late, these are the lines that stand out today:

I’d better learn to accept that
There’s a part of my life that will go away

Here it is in its entirety, feel free to sing along:

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They say an end can be a start
Feels like I’ve been buried yet I’m still alive
It’s like a bad day that never ends
I feel the chaos around me
A thing I don’t try to deny
I’d better learn to accept that
There are things in my life that I can’t control

They say love ain’t nothing but a sore
I don’t even know what love is
Too many tears have had to fall
Don’t you know I’m so tired of it all
I have known terror dizzy spells
Finding out the secrets words won’t tell
Whatever it is it can’t be named
There’s a part of my world that’ s fading away

You know I don’t want to be clever
To be brilliant or superior
True like ice, true like fire
Now I know that a breeze can blow me away
Now I know there’s much more dignity
In defeat than in the brightest victory
I’m losing my balance on the tight rope
Tell me please, tell me please, tell me please…

If I ever feel better
Remind me to spend some good time with you
You can give me your number
When it’s all over I’ll let you know

Hang on to the good days
I can lean on my friends
They help me going through hard times
But I’m feeding the enemy
I’m in league with the foe
Blame me for what’s happening
I can’t try, I can’t try, I can’t try…

No one knows the hard times I went through
If happiness came I miss the call
The stormy days ain’t over
I’ve tried and lost know I think that I pay the cost
Now I’ve watched all my castles fall
They were made of dust, after all
Someday all this mess will make me laugh
I can’t ewait, I can’t wait, I can’t wait…

If I ever feel better
Remind me to spend some good time with you
You can give me your number
When it’s all over I’ll let you know
If I ever feel better
Remind me to spend some good time with you
You can give me your number
When it’s all over I’ll let you know

It’s like somebody took my place
I ain’t even playing my own game
The rules have changed well I didn’t know
There are things in my life I can’t control
I feel the chaos around me
A thing I don’t try to deny
I’d better learn to accept that
There’s a part of my life that will go away

Dark is the night, cold is the ground
In the circular solitude of my heart
As one who strives a hill to climb
I am sure I’ll come through I don’t know how
They say an end can be a start
Feels like I’ve been buried yet I’m still alive

I’m losing my balance on the tight rope
Tell me please, tell me please, tell me please…

If I ever feel better
Remind me to spend some good time with you
You can give me your number
When it’s all over I’ll let you know

If I ever feel better
Remind me to spend some good time with you
You can give me your number
When it’s all over I’ll let you know

If I ever feel better
Remind me to spend some good time with you
You can give me your number
When it’s all over I’ll let you know

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Motorcrash
10/30/2007, 10:41 am
Filed under: Frustrations, Social

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Motorcrash, it’s one of the first hits by the Sugarcubes and it’s also what I was involved in late Saturday night. I instinctively swerve to miss a cat that darts out in front of me, I go up on a curb that has trees to its edge as well as extra landscaping blocks made of concrete. I come down…hard. Not only is the tire flat, the passenger side of the car is barely an inch above the ground. I was about a mile from my house, so I decide to walk home and deal with it Sunday morning. Sunday morning comes and I realize how truly fucked the car is. I can’t find a service station that is open. Since the car is in a safe spot I decide to leave it where it is rather than have it towed to my place on Sunday, then towed to where it will be fixed on Monday. Now I start stressing. It is times like this that the sheer logistical nightmares of having no family in the area or a significant other present themselves. How will I get to work, I have one teacher friend that lives about a mile from me…but, I have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow as well. And I have to get the car taken care of. All of my good friends are out of town. I don’t want to bother the “second string” with this problem. After not hearing from anybody, I make the call I dread. I ask the ex for some help. I don’t hear back from her. Thankfully, one of my out of town friends calls me back. I shoot an email to the ex telling her not to worry, I’ve got it taken care of. I take Monday off and my friend lets me use his car while he is at work. I am able to get the car towed into the shop, get the insurance claim started, go to the doctor’s office, and get some grocery shopping done.

Friends are great, they have been especially great over the last month or so. But, family has to help you in these situations…and you don’t feel bad for putting them out on a Sunday afternoon. 🙂

There is some good news. When getting weighed at the doctor’s office I found out that I am the lightest I’ve been in at least the last year and a half, probably the last five. Woo-hoo!

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Sometimes the world sucks, Part II
10/25/2007, 5:16 am
Filed under: Frustrations, Social

Details of what happened in Greenville a couple of nights ago.

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Sometimes the world sucks
10/24/2007, 7:33 am
Filed under: Frustrations, Social

While hosting my little pumpkin carving party last night, I received very bad news. There had been a drive-by shooting in Greenville, just one block from where I used to live. A guy I knew had been shot in the chest and is now in stable, but critical condition. He was a little guy, a sweet guy, a nice art student. He rode his bike everywhere and was always easy to talk to. I actually spoke to him last Friday afternoon while in Greenville. The neighborhood, while not grand, is just a standard college neighborhood. While living there I walked everywhere, everyday and at all times of the night. This was random, he is a genuinely nice person, it gave me pause. I contacted a friend of mine who used to date the guy. I shared the news. I told a few people that were at the house.

I kept a smile on for the remainder of the party, but I didn’t carve a pumpkin.

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ALS Walk
9/7/2007, 11:52 am
Filed under: Frustrations, General, Social, Spirituality

Once again it is time for the annual ALS walk and once again old friend Christie Martin is participating and walking in honor of my step-dad, Les Fisher, who died of the disease last year. I’ve pasted a copy of her letter below with a link to the donation site. If you could help out, it would be most appreciated. The disease is incredibly hard on those who have it as well as the people close to those who have it. If you are unaware of what ALS is like, a simple summary is this: you lose control of your body but your mind stays sharp. It starts with being less mobile than you’re used to and ends with your organs shutting down. You lose the ability to communicate even though your mind is unaffected. A truly gruesome way to go.

Hello Everyone,

I hope all of you are well. I am requesting donations again this year for the ALS Walk, September 29th, 10:00am at the Greenville Town Common. This year I am walking in honor of Gay Wilentz, Les Fisher, and Tom Martoccia. You were all so generous last year with your gifts and I appreciated it very much. I hope you can give your support this year as well.

Please click on the link below to go to my Personal Walk Page to donate online. Or you may send a check to made out to ALS Catfish Chapter to:

Christie Martin
113 Breezewood Drive
Apt G
Greenville NC 27858

Thank you!

Christie

Click here to visit my personal page.

If the text above does not appear as a clickable link, you can visit the web address:
http://web.alsa.org/site/TR/Walks/NorthCarolinaWalk?px=1345918&pg=personal&fr_id=2540&et=8zHNrzTnNMYueNMpIp6BTA..&s_tafId=21195

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