10/17/2006 9:04 pm
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that title sounds so familiar, logic says I must have used it somewhere before because it is a frequent visitor (in thought form) to my head... there are 262 blog posts right here at the onion that I want to read before I even read back in the archives of people I enjoy reading here and that's before I even begin to explore more...
and apparently my last entry was viewed 1071 times and I received three comments, one of which was my response to the two commenters... as far as I can tell, I received no emails or messages or any sort of contact (though email and I have had a love-hate relationship of late and my primary email is currently down at the server end again)...
so I suppose I could come here just to, in text form, hear myself think... or I could appreciate the few comments I do get and disregard the concerns about wasting precious time... and so I return, though I admit that I return because of the next post because it reminded me of this place and it just seemed to fit here in my blog #16...
lately I've been keeping very busy with work and with concerts and with helping out others... work is fun because I moved into a new position at the hospital and it involves setting up databases and systems and I enjoy a challenge like that...
the concerts are my most fun because I love music, though my concert partners are 17 years old, lots of fun, but in a different world and I'd sure love an intimate partner to share the music and the concert experience...
and helping others is why I'll always be poor, because even when I had a whole lot I found a way to give it all away because I enjoy helping others... and even if what I am often told is supposed to come around (as in what goes around comes around, ya know?) never actually does, I'm happy...
even when I'm lonely in a crowd, I'm happy...
so anyway, since I am not allowed to put my phone number or email address or website link in these entries, we may just have to keep hoping we pass like two ships in the night somewhere else if we want to meet and get to know each other... I mean, if I mention that my last name is actually my handle here minus one o and I'm the only one in the book, did I just violate some sacred rule? (I suppose I'll know if this post is deleted, huh?)...
and perhaps any personals site brings out a cynical side for me, but if I wasn't hopeful of meeting friends and finding someone to love I'd not reach out anywhere... hey, I'm even blogging at myspace these days cuz who knows where I might meet people who might become real in this life...
you probably already know I'm a dreamer if you've read before... so I'm asking, what are we doing here and is anybody interested in meeting in Orlando, FL? 
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16354 posts 10/18/2006 6:21 am |
We are here dreaming, writing, doing dishes between blurbs, listening to rain fall, wondering if Theater on Park is still open and running....
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10/18/2006 9:05 am |
Hmmmm...I see.
Im here to say what I think/feel/see/experience...Im here cuz I need to write about it.
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3018 posts 10/18/2006 12:45 pm |
we're all here in hopes of making contact...distant far flung planets in the void...and sometimes we do.
Just keep writing in the interestices...between naps, and the dishes and the dump and bills. It all counts.
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1067 posts 10/18/2006 3:53 pm |
This place is like writing on boulders out in the middle of the desert or mountains "Jason was here - 1989." A testimony to the fact that we passed through this part of the universe.
Sometimes, in the writing, we get answers from others. At other times, in the writing, we find our own.
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