My Musings

I took a creative writing class in high school, in which we would daily have time to free-write. The theory was that moving the pen would spark creativity and give us something to write about, even if we were at a block. That's kind of what I'm doing here. What resulted were directionless babblings, sprinkled with flecks of creativity. Now that I think of it, why would anyone care to read my "free-write"? It is probably uninteresting so far. Answer: because it will likely be brilliant. Or not. This may just be a waste of time, but I'm in one of those moods that compells me to write, even though my thoughts haven't taken a definite form. I should be ecstatic for the sole reason that school is out, but I'm not exactly that. It seems like life is a tricky thing. It may be that we have more things to stress about than we can cope with, so we just pick a few at a time and are never short of supply of them; or there are multiple spickets that turn on and off, bu

Here I am blogging when I should be working on a research paper for my history class. It's about the three ancient civilizations that have had the greatest impact on our modern society. I'm arguing that Greece, Rome, and ______ are the podium perched trio in this one. If you think it sounds boring, read on, because I won't be writing about it. But it got me thinking about things Roman and how I want my blog to look more Roman. Now, my perception of a Roman blog is probably nothing like the blogs they actually had in 37 B.C., or whatever, but that's okay. My real question that I asked myself was "why do I want a Roman-looking blog?" The answer delves deep into the essence of human nature and comes disconcertingly close to viewing the nucleus of consciousness . Put on your non mercury-tainted beaver pelt hat , and grab your walking cane, for this may be a long walk down the road of knowledge. It's a rough and dusty road, full of hills and potholes. Do not fr

Go here to read it. Need I say more? Yes. Global warming is fake. Go here too. Okay, so I feel like posting more, and it's the same day...hour. In light of the subject of the great hoax called "global warming" I would like to share my tribute to coal from a recent academic assignment: Man's best friend The magnificence, and uses of coal are endless. The rotten carcasses of the dinosaurs have travelled through the ages to bring us the miracle of Prometheus's ' spark. The flame, the soot, the toil, the sweat, even the blood, are all part of the undying legacy of coal. It is a legacy that powered the engine of the rising industrial machine, and a legacy that will take us down the rails of a glorious journey, of which the end can scarcely be comprehended. While the fads of green power will come and go, coal will remain ever constant, like a loyal friend. Never did a young child receive a better gift on Christmas morn, than a lump of coal.

It seems like all of the famous blogs post on Tuesdays or thereabouts, so it would only make sense for me to post on a Tuesday also. But I feel as though I have nothing to say that is worthwhile, or I at least struggle to have the desire to continue, which leaves me in that undesireable state of deciding whether I want to keep tapping the keyboard, or just click on the little red X in the upper right hand corner of the screen. *click*