My World

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102686982009-10-17T16:23:25.205-07:00My WorldI went to the woods because I wished to live deliberatley. To front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.E.G.E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14213521180282161191noreply@blogger.comBlogger814125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10268698.post-11898683423298012812009-01-22T17:55:00.000-08:002009-01-22T17:56:18.764-08:00EASE THE LONGING (test post)

E.G.E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14213521180282161191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10268698.post-72746320465030463742008-08-18T11:53:00.000-07:002008-08-18T11:54:37.541-07:00Closing Time.

This blog is officially closed. For good. This one is officially open. Please be patient as I'm still updating and making changes to the new site.

E.G.E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14213521180282161191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10268698.post-8165942401977778202008-08-13T17:38:00.000-07:002008-08-13T17:41:32.946-07:00Sorry to Disappoint.

It appears they've found the body of Bigfoot - the subject of one of my favorite Macguyver episodes ever. R.I.P Buddy.

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This post is dedicated to Cory. Cory is the king of famous dreams, and writing stories about them. And he remembers such detail. Its really fascinating. I am glad though - that I have not dreamt of a metroid on my leg or woken up to the hollow eyes of Kitty staring into my own. Click here to read about Ben Folds, Robin Williams, Stephen King and Johnny Cash and here for Peter Jackson. So I've had

E.G.E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14213521180282161191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10268698.post-25296182394437394622008-08-10T12:11:00.000-07:002008-08-10T12:24:50.263-07:00It kind of hurts

A friend of mine passed away Friday morning and that was sad. He never told anyone he had cancer so it was kind of a shock for most people. I found out he had cancer several weeks ago, but he didn't tell me. Teusday night Adrielle [my manager from work] called me and told me he had collapsed and was in the ER - that the cancer had spread to his brain. I think we knew that would be the last time

E.G.E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14213521180282161191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10268698.post-28128168328829856432008-07-27T18:31:00.000-07:002008-12-10T18:09:38.074-08:00found out the hype won't get you through.

"Well I was hoping he'd get more than five mintues - but..."Jon looks at me."Who? - Oh - Scarecrow - yeah you like him huh."Dad looks at me."You like him - like like him?"I smile. We went to the drive-in last night and it was fun. We spread blankets on the hood/windshield of the car and ate popcorn and sour patch kids. Jon and Heather bought my ticket to see 'The Dark Knight.' I really only

E.G.E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14213521180282161191noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10268698.post-19461497509754227912008-07-08T20:07:00.000-07:002008-07-08T20:18:44.647-07:00theirs was the kingdom

What a great night its been. I've had an awesome/wierd weekend, a CRAZY past couple of days, and a horrible morning, and a great night by myself. It just shows me how sovereign God is. My lesson student and second job cancelled on me Saturday. "What shall we do with our stolen time?" So I called up Jon and Heather and we went kyaking and it was terrific. It was the best Saturday I've ever had.

E.G.E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14213521180282161191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10268698.post-7580867076671499992008-06-30T19:00:00.000-07:002008-06-30T19:17:27.915-07:00A Poem for Monday.

Mondays get a bad rap'Cause everyone feels like crapFrom the weekend...?But I like Mondays just fineI really just think they're divineYou've a whole week aheadTo get out of bedAnd feel like a different page.So here are some tipsTo make Monday a hit;Pretend the week is a fieldWhere the sky is so blue - the ozone's your shieldYou stand on the edge and walk slowly acrossPicking your flowers and

E.G.E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14213521180282161191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10268698.post-11988130994292244132008-06-28T18:40:00.000-07:002008-06-28T19:04:15.796-07:00happiness is only real when shared.

I drove up the hill to the barn. I hadn't been since the schooling show. It always used to be a place I could go and ride and forget about everything. Today was one of those days when I needed that time, if only a minute just to forget. I walked up to his stall and opened the door and held out my hand. The nostrils flared as he breathed me in. Then he rested his nose in my hand and I straightened

E.G.E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14213521180282161191noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10268698.post-78361608016848246392008-06-24T19:42:00.000-07:002008-06-24T20:23:13.385-07:00your smile is just a careless yawn

So last night at midnight I just wanted to jump out of bed, run downstairs and belt it out like Eva Cassidy. All day at work I couldn't stop singing 'Cheek to Cheek'. So pretty much I need to learn a snappy version on the piano so I can kick it. I'm not sure if I ever mentioned it but Mother and I saw a BBC series 'Wives and Daughters'. It was really excellent. Such a great plot and there was so

E.G.E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14213521180282161191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10268698.post-87577391654783979632008-06-20T18:52:00.000-07:002008-06-20T19:43:52.511-07:00without You its such a waste of time

My team leader and I made plans today to open a studio on Main Street in Cooperstown after I graduate. She's got the first floor for her pottery and I've got the top floor for my music studio. This is going to happen when she and her husband buy out the business he works for. Part of that building is a barn/shop which would be the perfect setting. So if our business prospers than I will buy out

E.G.E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14213521180282161191noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10268698.post-29173146639532446072008-06-14T18:10:00.000-07:002008-06-14T18:56:26.613-07:00Just kidding. But seriously.

My day started basically at the crack of dawn - at least it felt like it. I had to go grocery shopping to buy the meal for Fathers Day tomorrow. Jon and Heather are doing it with me as both sets of her grandparents are coming. The menu is not as intricate or unique as the menu for Mothers Day. But its a Father meal. : ) We're having steak, grilled vegetables/red potatoes, tuscan bread, corn on

E.G.E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14213521180282161191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10268698.post-38512797186018573222008-06-02T16:27:00.000-07:002008-06-02T18:34:24.414-07:00there is something I have to do.

AJ said that a while ago at work (the title of my post) and I immeadietly wrote it down because I think it should be in my book. That accursed thing. Mother and Dad came up and took me to lunch today. We went to the latte lounge and had bagel sandwiches that were amazing. I got sprouts. Then Mother made vegetable pizza tonight. It was really good. And she dipped bananas in organic chocolate and

E.G.E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14213521180282161191noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10268698.post-77580341907389936462008-05-28T18:15:00.000-07:002008-05-28T18:45:22.333-07:00Esther and the Bee. [and the leaf]

It was the kind of Sunday where you just have to roll the car windows down, wish for the first time that you didn't have short hair so the wind could whip it all around, feel the sun beating down on you through the clouds and just give a great big sigh. The kind that Liszt dedicated 'Un Sospiro' to. With Vanessa beside me and Micah behind, I drove down the road. Freddy and I were one and I hadn't

E.G.E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14213521180282161191noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10268698.post-53431050567645513702008-05-14T19:51:00.000-07:002008-12-10T18:09:38.331-08:00singing gravity away.

So the summer is starting. Its a good place to be. I've been trying to run every morning. Mom makes healthy fresh and cool meals. Grapefruit, leafy greens, cold cucumbers, fresh green beans, mint pea soup, grilled chicken, and homemade ginger lemonade - the one is heathers. Yesterday was a nice summer day. It was the kind where you could have sworn you're in Flordia and if you just drive 5

E.G.E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14213521180282161191noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10268698.post-71902066615339622912008-04-05T17:40:00.000-07:002008-04-05T18:21:30.834-07:00Our Mutual Friend.

I am so talented at preaching to other people when I don't heed my own words. I've decided that -Lord willing- after I graduate from college, I'd like to move overseas. Maybe to Europe, maybe Italy, maybe somewhere else. But I don't want to live in America anymore. I want to teach music and learn a new language. I wonder if this will ever happen but I hope it does. We finished 'Bleak House' a

E.G.E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14213521180282161191noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10268698.post-35405523836165824772008-03-30T18:09:00.000-07:002008-03-30T18:35:35.540-07:00if you're lost - you can be found.

"I'm almost as tall as Mommy!""Really?!" "Yeah!" Gwen laughs."I'm almost up to her chin - so I'm almost growed up."My half smile disappeared to pure thought and I looked out the window."Yeah. But sometimes when you grow up you wish you weren't grown up anymore.""But why would you want to stay little?""I don't know-"Nikki came in and we started Sunday School. We sang "Saviour Like a Shepherd Lead

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I turned up the volume on my CD player and shifted into fourth coming down Airport Road. It was snowing lightly and almost horizontally. The road was mostly covered but there was still some beautiful shades of brown in the the woods on either side of me, and the sky was a beautiful grey wash. I love the grey skies in NY. They are never flat and bland. They always have different hues in them. Like

E.G.E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14213521180282161191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10268698.post-34349832383167077592008-03-11T20:00:00.000-07:002008-03-11T20:30:56.211-07:00you're my satellite.

*I pulled this message off the answering machine tonight at work*"...I wanted to pre-register for my ultrasound. It's supposed to be of my liver and gallbladder, but I don't have a gallbladder. So I guess they don't need to do that."For some reason I found it quite funny. I've been thinking a lot about my future lately and things I want to do for a career or what I want to become. Of course its

E.G.E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14213521180282161191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10268698.post-79686303145019474292008-03-06T18:03:00.000-08:002008-03-06T18:21:15.387-08:00this time tomorrow -

Driving home tonight I was tired and sweaty from my trip to the gym after work and I couldn't see very well in the fog, not including the fact that I forgot my glasses and drove over the hill. Reflectors on mail boxes seemed to be the eyes of countless deer that stared out at me - waiting until I got close enough to run into the road. Logs were the mountain lions they supposedly released to get

E.G.E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14213521180282161191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10268698.post-67981041382750449772008-03-05T06:20:00.000-08:002008-03-05T06:22:49.331-08:00If its not too much to ask.

My Dad is sending this to our local newspaper for his annual spot in the religion section. I really enjoyed it and thought it was quite powerful so I am passing it on to all of you. Resurrection Considerations.John 11. 25. "Jesus said, I am the resurrection and the life, he that believeth in me though he were dead, yet shall he live. And whosoever believeth in me shall never die, believest thou

E.G.E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14213521180282161191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10268698.post-55933651514028931432008-02-25T18:44:00.000-08:002008-12-10T18:09:39.073-08:00tried to move on but I can't.

Coffee is our dog. We've had her for 13 years. She is beautiful and sweet. She doesn't bark very often and she loves everyone. She licks your face when you cry and has nightmares. She has big brown eyes and a little bit of grey in her muzzle now. This morning I woke up and Dad said she had thrown up and since she hasn't thrown up for years and years I was worried. Dad left for work and Coffee

E.G.E.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14213521180282161191noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10268698.post-32348148880084055462008-02-25T08:37:00.000-08:002008-02-25T08:41:03.295-08:00with arms wide open

So I decided to start blogging again. I've got a lot of junk on this old blog, but I can't just delete the whole thing. It means too much to me. : ) So I'm starting again and I think it will be fun to start it all again. I tried to start another blog (tefol.blogspot.com) But it didn't work very well. So I'm back here again. And I will write a poem to commemorate.Graceful, strong, glorious eagle;

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I am home. It is wonderful. E.G.E.www.tefol.blogspot.com

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