Destroying the Past

We were standing in line at the grocery store.

I was wearing a t-shirt I had made, on the t-shirt are printed the words "destroythepast" along with a logo of cryptic design. From behind me I hear softly spoken words, they ask me, "What does that mean?"

We turn around to see an older man wearing the uniform of a priest, complete with large metal cross hanging from his neck. I already had my mouth open, I was prepared to start answering before I saw he was a priest. For whatever reason (actually there is a specific reason, but I'll spare you that) I stopped myself from answering immediately. I froze, although my mouth was still open.

"Destroy the past, what does that mean?" He calmly asks me again.

I felt myself deflating. "It doesn't mean anything... It's a quote from the musician John Cage."

But it certainly does mean something. I just didn't have the guts to tell a priest. While frozen, my mind was replaying a scene from Full Metal Jacket. It goes like this:

John Cage said: "There is no need to destroy the past... It is already gone."

I can't speak to what John Cage meant exactly, but I know what it means to me. (get ready) I say destroy the past, because I cannot. When I look back at my life as a supremely socially awkward dork, I wish I could erase all of these embarrassing moments from my life. But without them, who would I be? I say destroy the past because it isn't the past, it's the right now, and it's the tomorrow. My life is a giant undulating and dorky centipede with birth at the tail and death at the head.

Why couldn't I tell the priest that?
I would ask that you please direct your questions to the dorky centipede.

Lattice of Coincidence

We had an awesome vacation in Grayton Beach Florida with some friends. It was beautiful and fun-filled. We ate home-made ribs, crabs and plates of shrimp. Not to mention swimming in the ocean, swimming with oversized dogs, playing Wii Sports and generally maxing and relaxing. Oh, let's not forget all that cold lamping we did either.

Here are more photos of our Beach Adventure, with more coming soon.

Then we got home on thursday and immediately got sick on friday. That totally sucked. So we spent much of our Memorial Day weekend with a sinus infection and a fever. Yay!

As a way to clean our swollen pallet, here is Miller, telling you how it is, you should listen.

Destroying the Past

We were standing in line at the grocery store.

I was wearing a t-shirt I had made, on the t-shirt are printed the words "destroythepast" along with a logo of cryptic design. From behind me I hear softly spoken words, they ask me, "What does that mean?"

We turn around to see an older man wearing the uniform of a priest, complete with large metal cross hanging from his neck. I already had my mouth open, I was prepared to start answering before I saw he was a priest. For whatever reason (actually there is a specific reason, but I'll spare you that) I stopped myself from answering immediately. I froze, although my mouth was still open.

"Destroy the past, what does that mean?" He calmly asks me again.

I felt myself deflating. "It doesn't mean anything... It's a quote from the musician John Cage."

But it certainly does mean something. I just didn't have the guts to tell a priest. While frozen, my mind was replaying a scene from Full Metal Jacket. It goes like this:

John Cage said: "There is no need to destroy the past... It is already gone."

I can't speak to what John Cage meant exactly, but I know what it means to me. (get ready) I say destroy the past, because I cannot. When I look back at my life as a supremely socially awkward dork, I wish I could erase all of these embarrassing moments from my life. But without them, who would I be? I say destroy the past because it isn't the past, it's the right now, and it's the tomorrow. My life is a giant undulating and dorky centipede with birth at the tail and death at the head.

Why couldn't I tell the priest that?
I would ask that you please direct your questions to the dorky centipede.

Lattice of Coincidence

We had an awesome vacation in Grayton Beach Florida with some friends. It was beautiful and fun-filled. We ate home-made ribs, crabs and plates of shrimp. Not to mention swimming in the ocean, swimming with oversized dogs, playing Wii Sports and generally maxing and relaxing. Oh, let's not forget all that cold lamping we did either.

Here are more photos of our Beach Adventure, with more coming soon.

Then we got home on thursday and immediately got sick on friday. That totally sucked. So we spent much of our Memorial Day weekend with a sinus infection and a fever. Yay!

As a way to clean our swollen pallet, here is Miller, telling you how it is, you should listen.