Aug 17, 2009

Manly Man

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Hello... hello... And welcome back to the world (or my life), where I talk. I used to write, but now I talk and... write down what I said. So, it's kind of both at the same time. It's pretty, pretty cool if you think about it. It's kinda crazy too. But, you know, don't think about it too hard. Alright, anyway, I would just like to talk about manly things right now, cause I am confused about what defines being manly and things like that. As... an example, earlier this summer I did something... called man camp and it wasn't really for men, it was more for elementary school age boys, who will someday be men... and I...I was like a counselor kind of figure for that. And we did manly things, you know, we played in the woods and... hit people and farted and... all this other stuff, but what makes that manly? Why can't women like to fart too? I just don't understand what this difference is. Is there a difference? I mean I know there is some obvious differences, but... not... not really. (mumble) I'm also eating steak later, which is also a manly thing apparently... but I... cause there's only men here right now. "No girls allowed." That was the motto of man camp. So as you see, I don't really understand... what makes it manly and not so manly? Shouldn't...shouldn't everyone get an equal opportunity to eat steak and fart? I think that... that is true. I'm an equal opportunity... person in life... So, you can always count on me for equal opportunities. Well, that's all I've got for today. That 's all that's on my mind so tell me what you think. So, I'll talk to you later.
Thanks a lot!
peace.

Aug 10, 2009

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Hello and welcome to The World (or my life) episode one, season one. One, one, one... one..... one. I would just like to take a moment to thank you for listening to the new podcast version of the... words that I would like to say. So you can look at the words and listen to this at the same time. Or you can just listen to this... and read the words?... at a different time. Or you can do one or the other; you don't have to do both. That's kind of the beauty of it. And sometimes the problem I see with writing... and typing... words is that sometimes you can get double meanings out of things. So I thought this way if I talked... that I could... emphasize certain things and inflectuate* my voice so that you understand the meaning of what I'm actually trying to say. So... if umm... you get confused you can always listen to my voice inflections and that would make the world a better place. So yeah, this is the first one. I'll update a little bit more about my life and things like that... and how they relate to the world around me. So, thanks a lot and I'll be talking to you later.
Alrighty,
bye bye



*not actually a real word

Aug 7, 2009

Free Update

Dear World,

I first must apologize for not posting in over a month. The month of july turned out to be a busy one. Many job opportunities came up and many road trips took place. I found myself in many places from Pittsburgh to Cleveland to Mount Vernon to Burton to Harrisonburg, Virginia. There are many stories to tell and I hope I get to share my thoughts on all of those experiences. Right now, I am in preparation to go back to college in less than two weeks! Exciting times, indeed. I also have a new posting idea coming up soon, so stay tuned and we will see how it goes!

Love,
Ryan

Jul 1, 2009

Rain Dancing

I'm pretty sure the past few days have been a dream... nothing seems real. Especially the clouds. There were big, puffy white clouds and dark, ominous clouds together in the same sky. Sometimes spots of blue decided to take part in the sky canvas... sometimes it rained too, but only in small areas for short amounts of time. I think the rain followed me as I went here and there. But then the sun sets and the artificial lighting takes its cue. Every time I step under a street light my body finds just the right pose... The sad/deep/contemplative/cultured pose that makes me look like a mysterious poet, who hides in words. Headlights flash on and deer come out.