Bicentennialman232's blog

"Let us be grateful to people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom"

-M. Proust

I post pictures on ipernity and once in a blue moon I post a blog. Well, it's just not cutting it. I wanna be more connected to the network, be more interactive with others in ipernity. In my attempts to get more involved I will be posting more blogs and commenting more on others pics, etc. But back to the blogs. Most times I'm at a loss for what to write and feel uninspired so I end up writing nothing. Well, I think I'm just going to jump right in and start writing about anything (thoughts, frustrations, stories, etc.) whatever comes to mind. I'm a very shy person, even when it comes to communicating on the computer so it's going to take me a while to loosen up, so here goes nothing.

I just purchased a Canon Rebel Xsi. I'm so excited.

I'm looking to buy my first digital SLR. I'm an amateur photographer who wants quality pictures but doesn't want a complicated camera. Any suggestions?

                          Bicentennial Man is one of my favorite movies.

I went to Las Vegas Nevada a few weeks ago and had a great time. I didn't spend much time at casinos but I did take the oppertunity to go to shows(The Blue Man Group and The Phantom), eat lots and lots of great food at various restaurants, and see the sights. The heat was intense but there were plenty of airconditioned places to help stay cool.

I just got my Sony Cybershot DSCW-150. It's nice and small so I can take it on my trip to Las Vegas (in two days) without having to lug around a big camera.

  I woke up today remembering some of my dreams. Images of past and present mixed into one with backdrops of places known and unknown. Feelings of nostalgia and joy pervading my mind. I love to dream.

It feels like my soul is rotting in my body and lady death is whispering sweet nothings in my ear

as she drinks her peppermint tea and plays upon my fear

Why have I chosen this path of insignificance and drudgery?

Oh God I feel so ashamed. Please don't look down upon me

What am I willing to do to make things right?

Jesus, Please save me from myself tonight

If a man has one person, just one in his life,

To whom he is willing to confess everything-

And that includes, mind you, not only things criminal,

Not only turpitude, meanness and cowardice,

But also situations which are simply ridiculous,

When he has played the fool (as who has not?)-

Then he loves that person, and his love will save him.

-T.S. Eliot

“What is REAL?” asked the Rabbit one day. “Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?”

“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse…. “When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become real. It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long time…Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real, you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”

-The Velveteen Rabbit

Long ago in an unknown word lived a man named Norr. Norr was a relatively happy man. He watered the purple lapper trees every morning and fed the beautiful multicolored gonerlook every night. In between he met with his many friends discussing various topics from the new moons of Crag to how many poppler-tags it takes to change a light bulb. One day, after watering the purple lapper trees Norr decided to visit his friend Nessa who lived a few miles down the road. Norr was feeling quite energetic so he decided to walk instead of using the new teleporter. While walking down the road and admiring the beautiful purplish-red sunset Norr noticed ...