Lack of too little time.

It has come to my attention that I am writing about half as much as I did last year, and with less quality of posts. As an early year resolution, I hope to be able to write things down more so that I don't need to be stuck wishing I could remember.
I don't take pictures nearly as much anymore either. I am currently blaming this kohler house until I can better define what is being stupid. It is probably me, but until then..

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Colors of a familiar tune twirl their way through a crisp fall afternoon. The sun’s persistent warm rays reflect off of the colorful leaves that have finally found beauty in death and change. The ribbons of color embrace and conjure up their own memories as I pass a hand slowly over them. They remind me to respond with the appropriate color sequence, which upon release yields an expected hue. Then the concentration is gone, a materialistic eye is confused at what it has just been witnessed, and turns toward the conversationee. A tree sided road strolls up to meet the two, but goes unnoticed as the inner eye curses at it’s lack of power and understanding. A brief pause and a reboot of what is known, and what is not, and the walking verbal interaction continues, but so too a constant frustration at the lack of action. Always a lack of action.

If only

Mathematical Communication

What is likely a winning combination

Today was a snow day. It was very nice in its coming. There was a plan already for its entrance. It involved sleeping bags, and how amazing it would be if you spent a whole day in one. However, conflicting plans imposed their way in, and things began to get stuck in time. Instead, I have probably walked for two miles easily in snow, and scenes unraveled in their usual way, which was not. College apps are almost done, and online chinese is drastically behind. I need to start writing more often. It will help to remember. I have not noticed in significant status fluctuations. Tracy is coming home soon which will be amazing. I just hope it does not go over as things usually go over.
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I have a feeling like I should be doing things.. But I don't know what.
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Once Again XKCD..

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For some reason, pictures are being very not formatable.

Statements. Thoughts.

Dear Future Sam.
Not really sure how the state of anything is at the moment. Drifting back to third person. I don't know if this is acceptable or not anymore. I haven't really had time to focus in on one thing or the other, or outside factors. This in itself may be a problem. Momentum is still being felt, but it has yet to be directed toward one thing or another. It is spilling over into too many different things and is spread to thin. A large spoon is needed to contain such bursts in protective walls lest the town be flooded. Music is a large influence in tone of perception. Sitting on roofs is a good substitute for a tree. One should determine their utility and then play the role of the prospector and siv through until some rare treasure presents itself. In such an instance, it should be analyzed and put to use, but only when understood. White green whisps, and foreboding whirlpools of blues and purples, and rhythmic ripples. Piano is still a site of Truth. Don't forget about the leaves, their motion paused in the air, and their sorrowful decent until they lay peacefully defeaten on the grass. Pictures are healthy. Mouth words must hold with them the resolve of mind. Fluidity will come, and with that, the stream of knowledge, and tributaries of the past. Let the knowledge of others rain down and fill your empty stream beds.

Sociology, and other randomness

Momentum

Things are gravitating a little bit I think. Soccer is now over. I don't plan to spend any more time on that subject. Other than that I still have the terrible need to put recently baked hot goods into my mouth. This time it was brusheda that did the burning. Normally it is of pizza make.

I think that while I have done badly at reconnecting, momentum is none the less picking up and hopefully will guide me a little bit better.
as a side note, me and tracy are both eating soup-like things.
Right now I don't trust myself to write down something truthful.
I will return to this later.

Long time coming

It's been a long time since I've written much of anything. I've been so preoccupied with filling my time with either things I think I should be doing, or purposely knowing that nothing will come out of the time I put in. The later of these is probably the more often used unfortunately. I don't think that I'm following the path I had worked to set myself up for after Madison. Things were so much more simpler then. None of this death college things to get in. Music is again helping. Good for motivation and relativity. Sociology is being stupid. Philosophy next year should prove better. I need to continue to do better if I even want to think about colleges. I would rank myself as maybe mediocre at this point.

-10/23

Still mediocre. Still not super. Still not showing signs of cognitive movement. Piano playing would be nice. This kohler house is not advantageous for deciding to do work.. not enough open spaces or private creeks in the woods. I can feel a sort of bubble shield beginning. I am slipping back into a malnourishing act of procrastination.
I am also not writing enough so that I can't even tell where I've been.
note to self. Matt is stupid.

Fall 08

It's a Trap!

-Sam, come spend your whole Sunday putting in a sub-pump that the house builders should be putting in.
-Sam, bring your homework so that you can do the homework you planned to do this whole day and not have a total loss.
-Sam, go back to kohler and do this random chore, then stay their for school.

ps: This was a trap. This was a ploy to separate your backpack from you. Welcome back to school.
pps: hope you can finish that math turn-in before eleven, that's a pretty long car ride.

Reconnectedness

I can't explain it, just know that it is happening

(madison sketch to be added)

Coming to

School has finally caught up and trapped me in its clutches once again. As could be expected our amazing faculty have been demonstrating a now common lack luster job at understanding just what exactly happens in their tiny tiny school of which, it is their only job. The kohler house is still working out pretty well and has been a useful home base. While patterns of scheduling have yet to be noticed and taken advantage of, this year is definitely not without promise of being amazing. Our current physics class exemplifies this. There is not a possibility of even having a bad lab group...just one that isn't as exciting as others. I think in kohler it is easier for me to do homework merely because there seems to be the weight and ever vigilant gaze of the 'kohler ideals' that seem to increase the closer you are to the school. Maybe this is what it is like to live in a town... On the farm I have noticed considerably just how easy it is to do what I want, or think I should be doing be it reading, or doing video games, or working out. It will be interesting to see how things go from here.

Friday Night

Situation: Babylon A.D came out, and even though we haven't really seen it yet, the internet rumored it to be not that great. So our rag-tag band set out for a more better movie to watch. While strolling through BestBuy, we happened upon a piece of old-school gold. He-Man. Immediately we scavenged for another season, and were rewarded with the complete series. Every single episode of He-Man: Masters of the Universe were OURS! Also to go along with this, we had loaded up at Biglots, and were ready for feast-ening. The medium for viewing was an at least fifty inch amazing-tv and comfy couches littered with zebra cake wrappers. The next 7 hours were some of the best of the summer. I can only hope to continue to recreate it from time to time.

Olympics '08