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Name: David
Country: United States
State: Arkansas
Metro: Conway
Interests: Music -from Amadeus to ZAO. Making music. Art. People.
I enjoy nature, solitude, candlelight and mosh pits.
Expertise: I don't claim to be an expert in anything.
I love God and people, but fail consistently at both.
Message: message meEmail: email me
AIM:  thedotingchild
Member Since:
12/6/2004
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| I love getting on xanga to see how often I don't update anymore.
Been thinking about it a lot lately. Mainly because I've had so much on my mind, but no place to get it out.
Twitter is woefully lacking in that area. That goes without saying.
Maybe I'll update one day.
By the way, for those xangans who care, we had a boy in January. Named him Ezra.
Oh yeah, hello Sam C Garber! One of the most thoughtful blogs going and a darn good fellow.
David out. | | |
| This is a first.
Updating my blog via iPhone, while miles away from any major (or minor) city.
Like most of my entries over the last couple of years, it will best be kept short.
Tanya and I, with the expectance of number five, have been on a weeklong journey to nowhere. Just the two of us. It's been refreshing to step back, clear our heads a bit and enjoy eachother. It's also been great to pause for some much-needed spiritual reflection.
The end of our trip has brought us to a cabin, which, amazingly, has high-speed wireless internet.
It's on 125 acres with wildlife everywhere. Very peaceful.
That's all I care to share at this time.
:) | | |
| I just took a moment to troll the old xanga blog. With a mere three clicks into the past, I was back in 2006.
Going from three posts a day to about three posts a year is a good reflection of my life. I'm not sure if that's "good" or "bad".
Simply put (and I'm all about trying to put things simply these days), life has been a blur. I'd love to elaborate, but the blur factor is still present; so I think it'd be best saved for less blurry days. | | |
| by Sam Walter Foss
One day, through the primeval wood,
A calf walked home, as good calves should;
But made a trail all bent askew,
A crooked trail as all calves do.
Since then two hundred years have fled,
And, I infer, the calf is dead.
But still he left behind his trail,
And thereby hangs my moral tale.
The trail was taken up next day
By a lone dog that passed that way;
And then a wise bell-wether sheep
Pursued the trail o’er vale and steep,
And drew the flock behind him, too,
As good bell-wethers always do.
And from that day, o’er hill and glade,
Through those old woods a path was made;
And many men wound in and out,
And dodged, and turned, and bent about
And uttered words of righteous wrath
Because ‘twas such a crooked path.
But still they followed -- do not laugh --
The first migrations of that calf,
And through this winding wood-way stalked,
Because he wobbled when he walked.
This forest path became a lane,
That bent, and turned, and turned again;
This crooked lane became a road,
Where many a poor horse with his load
Toiled on beneath the burning sun,
And traveled some three miles in one.
And thus a century and a half
They trod the footsteps of that calf.
The years passed on in swiftness fleet,
The road became a village street,
And this, before men were aware,
A city’s crowded thoroughfare;
And soon the central street was this
Of a renowned metropolis;
And men two centuries and a half
Trod in the footsteps of that calf.
Each day a hundred thousand rout
Followed the zigzag calf about;
And o’er his crooked journey went
The traffic of a continent.
A hundred thousand men were led
By one calf near three centuries dead.
They followed still his crooked way,
And lost one hundred years a day;
For thus such reverence is lent
To well-established precedent.
A moral lesson this might teach,
Were I ordained and called to preach;
For men are prone to go it blind
Along the calf-paths of the mind,
And work away from sun to sun
To do what other men have done.
They follow in the beaten track,
And out and in, and forth and back,
And still their devious course pursue,
To keep the path that others do.
But how the wise old wood-gods laugh,
Who saw the first primeval calf!
Ah! many things this tale might teach --
But I am not ordained to preach. | | |
| The last four months have been a little crazy.
We just wrapped up building a house and closed on the mortgage today.
I won't say it's why I haven't been blogging, but it seems to be a good excuse.
In another two or three weeks, I hope we get settled in a little better and go back to a more "normal" life. Whatever that is.
Maybe when we get high-speed internet (which is not too far in the future), I'll post some pictures of the place.
Anyway, just felt the need to update this barren site. | | |
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