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Written a few days ago... Last Sunday I enjoyed a tour and roast at Sonia's parents' house in a small country town just outside Warrnambool called Mailors Flat.  This is where Sonia grew up. Sonia's mom, Jenny, was one of the first people I met at Trinity Lutheran Church... Even before I met Sonia. (I'm sitting in a park next to Lake Pertobe, right now, with a magpie cooing in front of me.  I can't forget to tell you that it wasn't the magpies' cal I was so annoyed with.  It was the big, black crows'.  I actually find the magpie's voice to be a bit soothing...) Sonia "warned" me that her dad was a collector of sorts.  A type of pack-rat that her mom was working on.  Although I'm quite distracted by my own clutter, and have reduced my possessions substantially as the result of travel, I could relate with the urge to save objects tied to personal experiences.  She also noted that her parents were living in a type of mobile home,...

Not taking the time to blog has dire psychological consequences, so I have found.  The lost effort, or maybe more so time, to put thoughts on "paper" leads to a build-up of still life memories and short video clips floating around in the brain; captivating simplicities and beautiful situations that may be lost forever... Sounds a bit intense... The following may be a collection of these random mind tattoos... Just to warn you :) A couple days ago, I could have captured the $1,000 prize money for best photo of the year... Should I have had a camera and maybe not even the best photo taking skills.  It was a sunny, late afternoon and it had just started raining.  As we made our way to Images restaurant for dinner, just a few hundred meters behind Sean, Ryan, and I, began (or ended) the biggest, brightest, closest, and most powerful rainbow I have ever seen... and will probably ever see.  Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and violet: each color as clear as a paint b...

Here is a post I started a while ago which I found in Word.  I considered tossing it, but decided putting it up despite it being old.  Could you help me fill in the blanks?  I can't remember and have yet to look them up... I had a good weekend… My roommates and I watched, The Great Gatsby, Friday night.  I felt like I’d seen the movie previously as scenes I had once imagined through words on a page, wildly played themselves out in front of me.  As I watched the director’s presentation of colors, music, and conversation bounce around like a child in a blow-up castle, I began to think of the current youth attention span.  Entertaining as it was, I almost felt I needed to surface for air a few times.  But, in a way, I understood the unique feeling attempting to be portrayed, and remained present ‘til the end.  What makes a novel a classic and what are the new classics going to be? Church was shortened a bit Sunday morning as Ben (from Wann...