<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:04:16.648-08:00</updated><category term='obama'/><category term='spring break'/><category term='short story'/><title type='text'>from dylan</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212949368930391543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>109</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-1179232151484507786</id><published>2009-08-24T12:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T12:34:13.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this solar year is going to rule!</title><content type='html'>i cant wait to make more friends and move and go to college and have dylan=dylan again.&lt;br /&gt;heres sum copy n paste shit from my favorite place to get year horoscopes. yeaaaar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: left;"&gt;The Year Ahead &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: left;"&gt;Forecast for August 2009 to August 2010&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt; &lt;span lang="EN"&gt; &lt;p&gt;The Sun in harmonious aspect to the Moon in your Solar Return chart is a  pleasant aspect, suggesting that your domestic and career needs are not in  competition with one another this year. Your inner needs tend to be mirrored by  external events, and vice versa. You are likely to be on top of your game this  year for the most part, and positive connections with others can be made fairly  easily. A comfortable level of personal popularity helps keep conflict to a  minimum. With the ability to handle your emotions successfully, there will be  less stress on both your mind and body. Your self-confidence and positive  attitude will reward you!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;The Sun trines Pluto in your Solar Return chart again this  year. You display  more self-confidence when it comes to achieving your goals and going after what  you want. Others are bound to recognize your leadership skills and talents, or,  at the very least, your potential. You are motivated to get to the bottom of  matters. You might find that you become more goal-oriented, as superficial goals  no longer satisfy you. You want your life path and your objectives to reflect  what you’re really about, and you are likely to rid yourself of unsatisfying  goals this year. You benefit from being more decisive than usual, and your  ability to concentrate and focus help you to achieve what you set out to do. A  new project or goal begun this year has a good chance of being successful and  long-lasting.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Self-confidence and action are highlighted in the year ahead,  with the Sun sextile Mars in your Solar Return. Your desire nature is strong, and  increased physical activity, including sexual, is likely. Independent work is favored.  Competitive activities may also thrive this year. With Mars trine Neptune, you  are more inclined to act upon your intuition, your sexual fantasies may be  especially strong, and your creative impulses are potent. This aspect helps to  soften your disposition, smoothing out some of the tension in your life. If you  are an artist, this could be an especially inspired, imaginative, and productive  year. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pay attention to your gut feelings, which will, more often  than not, give you valuable information. If you are involved in sales, you will  be able to tune into your client's inner desires and motivations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;However, with Mars  square Uranus, some ups and downs in the year ahead are likely due to erratic  energy, rebellious feelings, or outside interference.  This can also be a time when you tend to  resist others and challenge them if they are trying to hold you back. If you  aren't too rash or impulsive, you might be able to free yourself from  restrictive circumstances. You could also have more courage than usual to do  things that break the routine, and confrontations engaged in this year could  clear the air and help you to move forward.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Venus harmonizes with Mercury in your Solar Return chart, adding charm to the way you present  your ideas this year, certainly helping to smooth over differences in your  personal relationships. This influence also helps you to express yourself more  creatively, and can bring mentally stimulating friendships into your life. The  lines of communication are open in personal relationships, and you're bound to  enjoy exchanging ideas with friends and romantic partners this year.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Mercury is square Mars and Pluto, and opposite Uranus, and your thinking (as  well as speech) can run ahead of yourself at times! This can translate to having  too many ideas to implement, or expressing yourself too hastily. Outside  interferences with your projects is another possibility. It will be necessary to  ground yourself from time to time, and make certain that your goals are  realistic and doable. Your senses are stimulated, and you could have sudden  flashes of insight or fresh new ideas. You may be a little scatter-brained under  this influence, and you could find it challenging to deal with routine matters  or monotonous tasks. Learning new things is your passion this year--not  recycling old ideas or performing repetitive processes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Venus-Uranus is a favorable influence for social meetings and events, and for  situations that call for treating others with equality and respect. You may lose  your fear of taking risks at this time, and happily embrace all that is new,  unusual, and out-of-the-ordinary with regards to romantic involvements as well  as financial undertakings. You are ready to experiment, but not necessarily  ready to commit. This could be a good year for financial undertakings involving  electronics, technology, the internet, metaphysics, and the arts, as well as  group activities. You have a taste for the offbeat this year, and this energy  can bring sudden or unexpected romance into your life, perhaps a scenario that  feels like love at first sight. Childbirth is sometimes associated with this  aspect. Venus joining with the South Node of the Moon in your Solar Return  chart suggests that you're also liable to review relationships to see if they  are contributing or hindering your personal growth, and/or dealing with past  loves.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mercury trine the Moon's North Node suggests making contact through learning,  communicating, and mental pursuits. It suggests an intellectually stimulating  year in which the exchange of ideas with others figures prominently. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jupiter conjunct Chiron and Neptune in your Solar Return chart suggests that  idealistic and humanitarian goals or impulses have more significance in your  life this year. You may experience an increased need for greater understanding,  wisdom, and awareness, as well as increased interest in the healing arts and  holistic health this year. It may be a time during which you reconsider or  revamp your personal belief system. Everyday, ordinary life may not always  satisfy, as you hunger for a more idealistic life. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;You are likely to enjoy many opportunities  to learn about yourself and your relationship needs, as well as to expand your horizons,  through contact with others. New and mentally stimulating friendships are  in your forecast. An enterprising spirit is with you, although a few reality tests are  likely. If you can focus your attention on more  important or productive endeavors instead of juggling too many ideas and  projects than you can manage efficiently, you will be able to accomplish much. Choose your projects  wisely, as your energy levels may be erratic.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; 2009&lt;/b&gt;  is a Number Seven year for you. Ruled by Neptune. This is a year of preparation,  chance, and refinement. It is not a time of dramatic changes. Instead, it's a  year when reflection on the past is helpful, and when refinements to your life  path should be made. It's a good year to study and analyze. Unexpected twists to  your life story and "chance" meetings are probable. Advice - take stock of your  life in order to prepare for more exciting years to come, examine the past and  plan for the future, get in touch with your deepest needs and uncover your  personal power, don't strain yourself or actively try to expand.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;b&gt; 2010&lt;/b&gt;  will be a Number Eight year for you. Ruled by Saturn. This is a year of  power and accomplishment. Actively seeking to expand, taking educated risks, and  moving forward are highlighted. This is a year of opportunity, particularly in  the material and business world, and opportunities need to be seized. It's  generally not a year to find a new love partner, simply because the focus is on  the material world and your place in the world. This is a problem-solving year  in which you can expect real, tangible results. Advice - take action, plan  ahead, seize opportunities.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;!-- AddThis Button BEGIN --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-1179232151484507786?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/1179232151484507786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905872013727120866&amp;postID=1179232151484507786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/1179232151484507786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/1179232151484507786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-solar-year-is-going-to-rule.html' title='this solar year is going to rule!'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212949368930391543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-3566821313390852103</id><published>2009-08-15T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T22:31:19.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>habitats</title><content type='html'>seattles a dark place trying to maintain light. (a stupid comprimise:) i wanna be somewhere really bright. or genuinely dark. isnt that stupid? aint dat a shame. know the dark city these days well (we're starting to...). i bet ill move to a bright city. but i like the dark one better?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-3566821313390852103?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/3566821313390852103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905872013727120866&amp;postID=3566821313390852103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/3566821313390852103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/3566821313390852103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/2009/08/habitats.html' title='habitats'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212949368930391543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-8056090478514908224</id><published>2009-08-13T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T13:22:22.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>forwards-sdrawkcab</title><content type='html'>i gave up and it was awesome! i spent so much time i should start saving some&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-8056090478514908224?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/8056090478514908224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905872013727120866&amp;postID=8056090478514908224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/8056090478514908224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/8056090478514908224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/2009/08/forwards-sdrawkcab.html' title='forwards-sdrawkcab'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212949368930391543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-3033535414399352792</id><published>2009-06-16T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T00:20:33.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am counting on something futile thats a daydream lengths beyond what i deserve&lt;br /&gt;why i keep coming back when things are nt 100% is becuase i dont know what else to count on.&lt;br /&gt;i need to broaden expand and circulate, but one person is more than everything. everything right now is hollow excess. i want solid, basic. this might be the first letdowns in a series of letdowns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-3033535414399352792?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/3033535414399352792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905872013727120866&amp;postID=3033535414399352792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/3033535414399352792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/3033535414399352792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-counting-on-something-futile-thats.html' title=''/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212949368930391543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-8970709241404446333</id><published>2009-06-02T18:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T18:04:46.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>arright, i shud post dis on da blag.</title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Myw16nzJ3gs&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look for emily and dylan clapping, emily abusing dylan, dylan tilting, dylan and emily happy, and also friends surrounding. two, at least. unfortunatley the other video only recorded a grain of the dance sequence stevie and i engaged in, because that was really a neon highlighter&lt;div 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blag.'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212949368930391543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-8775181754886010791</id><published>2009-06-01T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T22:10:37.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pome</title><content type='html'>i used to hate sloven mispellings&lt;br /&gt;but now that i met you i like them a lot!&lt;br /&gt;because you funnie mispell words,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes in a funnie ways,&lt;br /&gt;hello twenty eight days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-8775181754886010791?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/8775181754886010791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905872013727120866&amp;postID=8775181754886010791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/8775181754886010791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/8775181754886010791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/2009/06/pome.html' title='pome'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212949368930391543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-6318991100263632180</id><published>2009-06-01T18:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T18:57:32.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm, thinking about this</title><content type='html'>what to make of this? to make this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://blog.lemonpi.net/?p=2220&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-6318991100263632180?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/6318991100263632180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905872013727120866&amp;postID=6318991100263632180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/6318991100263632180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/6318991100263632180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/2009/06/hmm-thinking-about-this.html' title='hmm, thinking about this'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212949368930391543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-2780490735257989751</id><published>2009-05-16T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T12:05:49.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>personal manifesto</title><content type='html'>dont waste imagination if I ever want to preserve My sense of self or to prevent jadedness&lt;br /&gt;remember what I love and always discover new things to love&lt;br /&gt;dont force Myself into things, what makes Me happy comes to me at first so that at other times, I can come to it&lt;br /&gt;find new places to be Myself&lt;br /&gt;having what I want is not the same as being what I want&lt;br /&gt;I am fully capable and better at a lot of things than someone else&lt;br /&gt;and these things are good and will help Me become happy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-2780490735257989751?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/2780490735257989751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905872013727120866&amp;postID=2780490735257989751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/2780490735257989751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/2780490735257989751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/2009/05/personal-manifesto.html' title='personal manifesto'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212949368930391543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-5845856391034333024</id><published>2009-05-13T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:05:54.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>specific summer list</title><content type='html'>im moving soon so i dont want to risk writing this on a piece of paper and losing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-design cupcake liners, manufacture&lt;br /&gt;-partner with moms office partner who makes sigg knock offs and do designs for water bottles&lt;br /&gt;-usta jr team tennis&lt;br /&gt;-letterpress, intalagio, and printmaking intro workshop + work study at pratt in the id&lt;br /&gt;-screenprint silk scarves&lt;br /&gt;-varsity art club&lt;br /&gt;-internship or baking job, lets see&lt;br /&gt;-olympia, tacoma, portland, all the time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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will decide, but because of weird financial situations in my family i probably won't be able to get a scholarship, thus go to the east coast. but thats okay because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) i can do a lot of things in seattle this summer&lt;br /&gt;i realized theres a window between the time i'm a senior and freshman in college where finally things open up work-wise but theres still not as much pressure to make real money, so i can explore things more freeeeeeeeleeeee...&lt;br /&gt;this is a list of things i plan to accomplish&lt;br /&gt;take printmaking classes at pratt to make up for what i would get at risd&lt;br /&gt;contact some dessert caterers to work for&lt;br /&gt;find a design internship&lt;br /&gt;hike a lot (mt ranier on my birthday)&lt;br /&gt;my birthday: it will last an entire week, last week of summer&lt;br /&gt;take astrology classes&lt;br /&gt;go to capitol hill block party (sonic youth)&lt;br /&gt;camping&lt;br /&gt;visit kansas city for the first time in 2 years?&lt;br /&gt;attend nike tennis camp which is now at seattle u&lt;br /&gt;road trip with friends&lt;br /&gt;road trip with family&lt;br /&gt;swim in the lake, every week&lt;br /&gt;screenprint, maybe make my own line of something&lt;br /&gt;start my collection of cupcake liners that my mom and i are going to develop and sell to retailers and bakeries...seriously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many options&lt;br /&gt;i almost want to stay home now. i'll get risd next year. and the next four years after that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-1220681445585568444?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/1220681445585568444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-5962924867488674766</id><published>2009-04-01T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T19:19:03.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>prelim sasquatch choices</title><content type='html'>day1:&lt;br /&gt;animal collective, devotchka, passion pit, arthur &amp;amp; yu, crystal castles, champagne champagne, ra ra riot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day2:&lt;br /&gt;of montreal, the avett brothers, maybe m83, maybe vanderslice, npshhhh, mad rad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day3:&lt;br /&gt;fleet foxes if its not boring, grizzly bear, blitzen trapper, girl talk, maybe bishop allen, beach house, maybe pica beats, DEMETRI MARTIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay FOR FUN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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choices'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212949368930391543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-2155274783422569465</id><published>2009-03-24T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T21:10:09.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>phew!</title><content type='html'>i solved my career crisis. there was a few months there where i was seriously considering doing pastry school instead of whatever i'm going to do, but after baking about 5 things in a span of 7 days, that is the last thing i want to do with my life. i get fat just being around all of the batter. and the taste of sugar makes my teeth hurt already. no more life of pastry for me. happy hobby crappy career.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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title='phew!'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212949368930391543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-5115578085973730424</id><published>2009-03-15T10:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T10:32:59.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>omg REAL!</title><content type='html'>http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/newstopics/howaboutthat/4927224/Pink-dolphin-appears-in-US-lake.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-5115578085973730424?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-184861764915674866</id><published>2009-03-08T14:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T14:19:35.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>101st blag poast</title><content type='html'>my biggest downfalls:&lt;br /&gt;stewing in my own frustration&lt;br /&gt;reliance on people who suck&lt;br /&gt;wasting time, not doing what i want&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-184861764915674866?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/184861764915674866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905872013727120866&amp;postID=184861764915674866' 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type='html'>http://store.americanapparel.net/rsat500p.html#i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres so much to say that i just don't have to say anything...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-7119938589941889379?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/7119938589941889379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905872013727120866&amp;postID=7119938589941889379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/7119938589941889379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/7119938589941889379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-just-threw-up-little.html' title='i just threw up a little'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212949368930391543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-3341999755759925317</id><published>2009-02-04T23:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T23:26:59.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>deergod,</title><content type='html'>i thank you erday that i was stuck in seattle for my childhood and didn't move to pittsburgh. EVERYWHERE ELSE IS GROSS TO GROW UP! praise jesus! i'm set!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-3341999755759925317?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/3341999755759925317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905872013727120866&amp;postID=3341999755759925317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/3341999755759925317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/3341999755759925317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/2009/02/deergod.html' title='deergod,'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212949368930391543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-2319191347425709788</id><published>2009-01-27T22:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T22:10:48.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i had a feeling this was present but didn't do its job</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td class="standard11"&gt; &lt;div class="standard12"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Daily Planetary Overview&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="height: 4px;"&gt;&lt;spacer type="block" height="4"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="float: right; padding-right: 10px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.astrocenter.com/us/images/_sh/elements/DPO_FC_5.gif" align="absmiddle" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today, Mercury conjunct Mars will bring a quick mind and the ability to make your point with impressive clarity. Practicality and the ability to realize your plans will allow you to get things done well. Give constructive criticism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="standard12"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Horoscope&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  -  Today, January 27, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="height: 4px;"&gt;&lt;spacer type="block" height="4"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It might take you an extra few minutes to get out of bed today, Dylan, but when you do, it will be worth it. You will find that the more honest you have been with people, the more payoffs you will see today. Dependability and trustworthiness are key issues that you might find yourself focusing on. Act strong and proud with regard to who you are, and the rewards will come. Bring a certain amount of tenderness to all your actions today.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-2319191347425709788?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/2319191347425709788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905872013727120866&amp;postID=2319191347425709788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/2319191347425709788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/2319191347425709788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-had-feeling-this-was-present-but.html' title='i had a feeling this was present but didn&apos;t do its job'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212949368930391543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-7519800525497859632</id><published>2009-01-25T16:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T16:23:23.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>7</title><content type='html'>i can't be inspired alone. my creativity has its limits because in the dull moments of boredom when no ones there, what am i doing? i'm never doing anything not assigned. i don't have spontaneity alone.&lt;br /&gt;if anyone, you ever questioned my sincerity in trying to figure things out, if you ever thought that i was trying to show someone something, why i share, its because i can't do that stuff alone. or prove it to myself alone. i dont need commentary, but to have something hanging in the air out of my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;back to everything else: i keep waiting to go somewhere else to make myself feel more comfortable but really i'm waiting for someone. i need an other. not just one, a few, back to where i thought i'd be when i started everything.&lt;br /&gt;this is a soft individual realization which is usually not what happens, usually what happens is a passionate rage and squeeze words in where they sit next to each other screaming and purple but this only is complete to i, because you, will think this is about you. its about no one but i, and eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-7519800525497859632?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/7519800525497859632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905872013727120866&amp;postID=7519800525497859632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/7519800525497859632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/7519800525497859632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/2009/01/7.html' title='7'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212949368930391543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-3387656945747361120</id><published>2009-01-19T15:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T15:47:37.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>now i know what it feels like to be a terrible person.</title><content type='html'>chronic headaches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-3387656945747361120?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/3387656945747361120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905872013727120866&amp;postID=3387656945747361120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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treehouse in the redwoods with a system of solar powered water purification and knowledge of foraging through california woodlands for nuts berries etc. i would have to wean myself off of animal protein and multivitamins so i would see if soy could grow in northern ca. bring instruments because it will sound something like pet sounds and harvest, not together, but for the high and flat times respectivley. there will have to be a tambourine repair kit that will be in our treehouse building toolbox. i'll import some tea plants before we leave so we'll always have some assam. your pets can come but they'll assimilate easily because they're barely domesticated anyway. i think some electricity will be neccessary and since our treehouse will be closer to the surface of sunlight than the ground, we'll install a solar panel which will provide little vents of heat underneath the floorboards and a lighted ground pathway at night. what we'll do during the day is mostly foraging, which will be 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-4796135171055013924</id><published>2009-01-03T13:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T13:59:34.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HIRE me!</title><content type='html'>this is what i'm super motivated to do in 2009 (after january):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-more musical graphic design...need any sort of artwork for musical promotion let me know! or really anything fun, i just want to "build my portfolio" as oppose to trying to make money and doing boring jobs. am i right am i right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cupcake catering and general baking...i have the supplies and a super roster of flavors so if you have any events that need sweets let me know too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3280/2629480141_26535b6d80.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, keep me in mind!&lt;div 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me!'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212949368930391543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3280/2629480141_26535b6d80_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-5240887978386528469</id><published>2008-12-30T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T17:42:53.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>walking kiwi</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2132/2206077512_c06c51b74b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-5240887978386528469?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2132/2206077512_c06c51b74b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-2839761573366147956</id><published>2008-12-20T13:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T13:58:03.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>top 10 albums of 2008!</title><content type='html'>its hard to choose these, because sometimes i wear out albums that come out earlier in the year (fleet foxes and i have a bingey relationship) and discover some later on that kind of affect how i feel in december...but trying to be relfective of my musical listening patterns over the last 12 months, i present my top 10. in no order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blitzen trapper: furr&lt;br /&gt;-mgmt: oracular spectacular&lt;br /&gt;-nada surf: lucky&lt;br /&gt;-wallpaper: on the chewing gum ground&lt;br /&gt;-grand archives&lt;br /&gt;-throw me the statue: moonbeams&lt;br /&gt;-kay kay and his weathered underground&lt;br /&gt;-of montreal: skeletal lamping&lt;br /&gt;-why?: alopecia&lt;br /&gt;-someone still loves you, boris yeltsin: perishing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ep's:&lt;br /&gt;-passion pit: chunk of change&lt;br /&gt;-fleet foxes: sun giant&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-2839761573366147956?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/2839761573366147956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905872013727120866&amp;postID=2839761573366147956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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saddness (the pure versions) are really close to each other. they don't really overlap, but they are shoulder to shoulder so if one detail enters your sight, you may be at the other in a wink. like being happy for someone...is really just saddness for yourself. i don't think you, or i, can really have any emotion strictly outside our own realm of feelings. you can't just feel for someone, you feel for someone because it is of something to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy because you may have something, or you had what i want, but i still want it too, and i don't have it. so good for you, because i love you, but that does make me sad, for myself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is off of the point i was trying to make, but spiritually, maybe thats just what jesus did or something. or maybe him or others like him just had something to do with everyone in the world. thats how they cared for others, because everyone was of something to them. like everyone was of same value, all-encompassing connection to all individuals, so that since he was one of them and they were one of him, everything that happened to each affected the whole, so as a whole what happened to an individual did affect you as an individual, you were not confined to only emotion towards others because that is impossible anyway. because he was one of them they were one with him, so what happened to them happened to him and through his own personal emotions he could feel for his brethren. whoa, thats the meaning of unity. okay, i got it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-197492886482099264?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/197492886482099264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-7190393548765268069</id><published>2008-12-07T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T15:31:39.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what i did in english last period on friday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div link="blue" vlink="purple" lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;div class="x_Section1"&gt; &lt;p class="x_MsoNormal"&gt;Name: Edna Sylvia Hagred&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="x_MsoNormal"&gt;Period: 5&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="x_MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;The Hero’s Adventure Continued&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="x_MsoNormal"&gt;Please answer the following questions in complete sentences. Each answer only requires a 1-2 sentence answer.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="x_MsoNormal"&gt;1. How does Campbell explain the difference between fairy tales and myths?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="x_MsoNormal"&gt;Pooping and dying everywhere and then killing everyone with big water guns filled with acid that will make people dissolve and die and shit their pants.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="x_MsoNormal"&gt;2. What, according to Campbell, are the two emotions that motivate life? And how do they relate to one another?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="x_MsoNormal"&gt;Death and hatred. Death is not an emotion but it is related to hatred. They are the only motivations in life besides eating dairy products for survival which is definatley a motivation for life. They are all violent.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="x_MsoNormal"&gt;3. What does Campbell say is the difference between mythology and theology?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="x_MsoNormal"&gt;Mythology is lying and theology is lying even harder.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="x_MsoNormal"&gt;4. What shape, according to Plato, is the soul? Why?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="x_MsoNormal"&gt;Play-Doh can assume any shape, especially when in a soulful manner.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="x_MsoNormal"&gt;5. What causes our most troublesome psychological problems?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="x_MsoNormal"&gt;Happiness and hope of God. God makes us believe in things like Santa and magical mushrooms that really don’t give us happy effects after all. Our most troublesome problems of the mind is basically lying to our poor, weak selves. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="x_MsoNormal"&gt;6. What is the mythological significance of the belly?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="x_MsoNormal"&gt;Its where babies are made. Babies are mythical creatures. Obviously, significant.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="x_MsoNormal"&gt;7. Moyers acknowledges that regarding the watery unconscious (p47), “I can hear someone saying, “Well, that’s all well and good for the imagination of aGeorge Lucas or for the scholarship of a Joseph Campbell, but that isn’t what happens in my life.”” Is that how you, too, react, or does these ideas resonate with you on a deeper level?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="x_MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t have a deeper level, but some people might say that George Lucas is a good actor and should stay in the sitcom variety forever. I don’t react to such things because I don’t have a TV with any channels except 4 and my TV will no longer work on a couple months thanks to our dictator.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="x_MsoNormal"&gt;8. Campbell responds to Moyer’s question about how to slay our inner dragon with the answer: “Follow your bliss” (148). What does that mean? What is that for you, and will it be a risk if you do so?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="x_MsoNormal"&gt;I would never slay my inner dragon! It is what gives me my fighting power and superior fire breathing ability. I do not have bliss, but I do have dragon eggs floating somewhere around my esophagus ready to be hatched to become powerful fighting creatures.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="x_MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="x_MsoNormal"&gt;9. Briefly describe the three transformations of the spirit.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="x_MsoNormal"&gt;a. When one of the dragon eggs in your esophagus hatches into a powerful fighting creature, you must keep it inside and pickle it with your stomach juice, making it forever dependent to your spirit until you die. This transforms your meek human spirit into a fighting carnivorous masterpiece of victory.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="x_MsoNormal"&gt;b. Being hit by a water gun filled with acid that will make everyone dissolve and shit their pants. It will make you want to die yourself, even if you are the water gun sniper. The stenches are also unfavorable.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="x_MsoNormal"&gt;c. Spirit may be transformed when one figures out that spirit does not exist within you, it is actually the incarnation of creatures such as Casper and the Marley Brothers that come back to haunt the earth until you decide to kill them, which, of course, is an impossible physical task due to ghost’s lack of flesh to cut or dissolve, so spirit is not transformed ever, it will always follow you around like a ball and chain that only your inner dragon must burn and destroy.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="x_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-7190393548765268069?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/7190393548765268069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905872013727120866&amp;postID=7190393548765268069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/7190393548765268069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/7190393548765268069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-i-did-in-english-last-period-on.html' title='what i did in english last period on friday.'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212949368930391543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-854820073599051257</id><published>2008-11-25T20:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T20:20:44.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>favorite song ever</title><content type='html'>dont think twice its alright&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-854820073599051257?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/854820073599051257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905872013727120866&amp;postID=854820073599051257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/854820073599051257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/854820073599051257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/2008/11/favorite-song-ever.html' title='favorite song ever'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212949368930391543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-210736599711380222</id><published>2008-11-25T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T18:12:30.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye</title><content type='html'>I AM HEARTSICK OVER THE LOSS OF OUR PIANO. I AM HEARTSICK OVER THE LOSS OF OUR PIANO. I AM HEARTSICK OVER THE LOSS OF OUR PIANO. I AM HEARTSICK OVER THE LOSS OF OUR PIANO. I AM HEARTSICK OVER THE LOSS OF OUR PIANO. I AM HEARTSICK OVER THE LOSS OF OUR PIANO. I AM HEARTSICK OVER THE LOSS OF OUR PIANO. I AM HEARTSICK OVER THE LOSS OF OUR PIANO. I AM HEARTSICK OVER THE LOSS OF OUR PIANO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is a century old black grand piano that i learned to play music on. listening to plastic ono band makes me want to play it. it hasn't fit in our last few houses and i've missed it. i will never get to see it again. i was planning on having it in my first house. i am losing a member of my family. i am heartsick. i want it to stay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-210736599711380222?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/210736599711380222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905872013727120866&amp;postID=210736599711380222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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see right through me, see right through me&lt;br /&gt;you could take it in stride or you can take it right between the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;its a good day to take the hard things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i drowned myself in tears, literally to the point when i couldn't breathe. i am no longer numb. but i am still alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what you never know is that what you think is the worst at the time is the best you'll ever feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-5504556849034713108?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/5504556849034713108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905872013727120866&amp;postID=5504556849034713108' title='0 Comments'/><link 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10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chona_k/3034456472/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3167/3034456472_091ebaaf1f_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chona_k/3034456472/"&gt;dylan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/chona_k/"&gt;chona kasinger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;at a protest with a stick&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-5710956618843261745?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/5710956618843261745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-826616017294194298</id><published>2008-11-15T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T23:26:42.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what do we want? when do we want it?</title><content type='html'>equal rights! now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adrian brody! tonight in my bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch! high noon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stick! stick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ukelele! boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;repentence! judgement day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-826616017294194298?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/826616017294194298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905872013727120866&amp;postID=826616017294194298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/826616017294194298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/826616017294194298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-do-we-want-when-do-we-want-it.html' title='what do we want? when do we want it?'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212949368930391543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-3078923908199177458</id><published>2008-11-14T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T22:11:05.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm only poisoning you, not going to stab you</title><content type='html'>house number numerology&lt;br /&gt;excluding KC house, 92-97, because i was obv too young, and this only includes the houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a.&lt;/span&gt; 97-00?: 1426&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;b. &lt;/span&gt;00?-02: 2019&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;c.&lt;/span&gt; 03-05: 2416&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;d.&lt;/span&gt; 04-05: 416&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e.&lt;/span&gt; 06: 3832&lt;br /&gt;f. 06-now: 1422&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a. #4 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An excellent home to settle in.&lt;br /&gt;Expect to live here for a long time; you may even have inherited it in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;Traditional styles and furniture will suit this property.&lt;br /&gt;The upkeep of the property is important so make sure that any work done is 'above board' and carried out to completion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;b. #3 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lovely number to have for creating a happy household.&lt;br /&gt;There will be much fun and laughter.&lt;br /&gt;Communication will flow easily between everyone.&lt;br /&gt;The only word of warning is to be aware of over-friendly/ interfering neighbours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;c. #4 - see a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;d. #2 -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a good place for females.&lt;br /&gt;If male, look out for deception from females and/or don't deceive a female as you'll definitely be found out here!&lt;br /&gt;If the occupants of this house live positively, then this house number bodes well for relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e. #7 -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an ideal home to work from.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of studying and decision-making will go on within these four walls.&lt;br /&gt;Projects will eventually be completed but not as quickly or in the way you expected them to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;f. #9 -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This property would be best split into flats rather than be used as a family home.&lt;br /&gt;If it is a family home then the occupants will find themselves spending a lot of time in separate rooms from each other.&lt;br /&gt;It is a good property for a female to work from home from.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-3078923908199177458?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/3078923908199177458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905872013727120866&amp;postID=3078923908199177458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/3078923908199177458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/3078923908199177458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-only-poisoning-you-not-going-to-stab.html' title='i&apos;m only poisoning you, not going to stab you'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212949368930391543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-4077224416763555571</id><published>2008-10-15T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T17:14:43.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kidding me?</title><content type='html'>me: "im going to hang up if all you're going to do is sit on the other line and have silent pauses, i have things to do"&lt;br /&gt;mother: "are you going to work on your graphic design work then?"&lt;br /&gt;me: "no i'm going to finish my more important art project that i was working on before you interrupted by calling me"&lt;br /&gt;mother: "so you think school art is more important than making money?"&lt;br /&gt;me: "SERIOUSLY? no shit!"&lt;br /&gt;mom: "then you better find another job because i can't buy you anything."&lt;br /&gt;me: "I HAVE A JOB WTF!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the fuck. actually, WHAT the FUCK. believe me, you don't want to be me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-4077224416763555571?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/4077224416763555571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905872013727120866&amp;postID=4077224416763555571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/4077224416763555571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/4077224416763555571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/2008/10/kidding-me.html' title='kidding me?'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212949368930391543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-6748440482711483497</id><published>2008-10-11T12:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T12:00:56.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SCREAM</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=+10&gt;WHERE THE FUCK DID SUMMER GO!&lt;/font size&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-6748440482711483497?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/6748440482711483497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905872013727120866&amp;postID=6748440482711483497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/6748440482711483497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/6748440482711483497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/2008/10/scream.html' title='SCREAM'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212949368930391543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-5547450063718325995</id><published>2008-10-04T23:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T23:59:11.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"church"/spiritual weekly gathering or whatever</title><content type='html'>i get as much spiritual enrichment from going to church on sundays as i do from brushing my teeth. thats not to dis church, i just think a lot when i brush my teeth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-5547450063718325995?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/5547450063718325995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905872013727120866&amp;postID=5547450063718325995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/5547450063718325995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/5547450063718325995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/2008/10/churchspiritual-weekly-gathering-or.html' title='&quot;church&quot;/spiritual weekly gathering or whatever'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212949368930391543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-7927421915453665447</id><published>2008-09-16T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T23:09:20.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i've never felt so restless.</title><content type='html'>theres possibility everywhere and i feel like in one part its just down the street but in another part theres this wall of 2 years put up for me to go through until i can finally, finally, finally, finally, finally, finally go. leaving is hard but going will be the best, best feeling in the world. i want to create things for 6 hours in a studio. thats all i want. that is all i want in my life and so far, all i need. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe how hard my mom is working to keep us from not surviving the last few months/years. so amazing. its almost over. almost over. no worries. now i just know how to take care of myself when i need to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jesus was so cool. i wish that people would realize that in a safe way. christianity is insane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i could draw a diagram of my mind right now, 20% of me would be stuck at age 13 and the rest is floating around in spiritual realms as a light orb in some labrynth somewhere. figuring stuff out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO GO WHERE PEOPLE SHARE. I WANT TO GO MAKE THINGS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-7927421915453665447?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/7927421915453665447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905872013727120866&amp;postID=7927421915453665447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/7927421915453665447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/7927421915453665447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/2008/09/ive-never-felt-so-restless.html' title='i&apos;ve never felt so restless.'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212949368930391543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-8879066707285210207</id><published>2008-09-12T21:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T21:30:14.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling nostalgic</title><content type='html'>towards the times when i wasn't too busy to notice my real problems. so i'm going to go watch a film that makes me notice. i used to do that a lot when i was younger and be really into music and movies that made me feel bad like i should. like watching thumbsucker or listening to somber indie rock. you know what i'm talking about. so i'm going to go do that now, because i have reason. but i will just say that i am a part of a living soap opera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-8879066707285210207?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/8879066707285210207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905872013727120866&amp;postID=8879066707285210207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/8879066707285210207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/8879066707285210207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/2008/09/feeling-nostalgic.html' title='feeling nostalgic'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212949368930391543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-3232349415667126856</id><published>2008-09-06T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T15:30:22.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm lightheaded</title><content type='html'>there is SO MUCH TO DO IN THIS WORLD! so many things are out there for me to participate in and i can't wait to do it! i need to go to school, i need to get out of high school and dig deep into what i actually have to do and that is DESIGN THE FUTURE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going to CHANGE THE WORLD!&lt;br /&gt;my head is spinning so fast i'm about to break my neck. i just want to design and help and create and just make everything BETTER...thats my purpose in life! to a buddhist i'm a grasper, i see something and see how it can be better. i'm literally busting at my mental and emotional seams right now, i just don't want to be repressed by high school any longer! i need to go somewhere where i can just create as my work. not as my side job. i dont want to do it for money right now, i just want to start building something...except i need the money, so thats another restraint. but i will find the people that need my services most, i will help them gain ground in this world by visually communicaiting their cause and give them the tools to do what they have to do! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so inspired right now i am literally shivering. i have never felt this purposeful in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-3232349415667126856?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/3232349415667126856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905872013727120866&amp;postID=3232349415667126856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/3232349415667126856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/3232349415667126856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-lightheaded.html' title='i&apos;m lightheaded'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212949368930391543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-7617967382132006577</id><published>2008-08-26T19:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T19:49:47.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you try</title><content type='html'>having your mom rely on your income&lt;br /&gt;try it sometime&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-7617967382132006577?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/7617967382132006577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905872013727120866&amp;postID=7617967382132006577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/7617967382132006577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/7617967382132006577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-try.html' title='you try'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212949368930391543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-5211680930170270897</id><published>2008-08-24T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T11:30:45.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday horoscopes!</title><content type='html'>Today's birthday (Aug. 24). You'll be asked to assume more responsibilities this year. Luckily, you can do this. You're extra smart and charming and you have self-discipline. Use it when necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF AUGUST 24 IS YOUR BIRTHDAY: You might feel like Superman in the upcoming year, as Pluto dances in tune to your part of the zodiac. Between now and the end of January, you might want to pursue business or career ambitions or sink your teeth into an important new project. Success is ensured, especially in early January, because you will follow through on anything you start. In addition, you are likely to have the help from others or the opportunities needed to go just a bit further than expected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a Quarter Moon occurs in your Return chart, as it does this year, you are at some sort of a turning point in your life, in terms of personal growth. Events that occur this year act as catalysts that get you in touch with some important issues in your emotional life. Your emotions run high, and mood swings or identity crises are possible. There may be some kind of conflict in your life arising from a great urge to do something different. It promises to be a busy, dynamic, and significant period in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pluto is transiting trine your Sun this year, and your attitude towards life is changing. What used to satisfy you may not continue to do so, particularly if your goals have been superficial or a poor reflection of your inner desires. You are no longer willing to make compromises in the important areas of your life, particularly with regards to career and your life path. You are more determined this year, and it’s an excellent time for getting rid of bad habits. This is a year in which to get your life back on track, as you have the willpower to do so. Others are bound to recognize your leadership skills and talents, or, at the very least, your potential. You want your life path and your objectives to reflect what you’re really about. You benefit from being more decisive than usual, and your ability to concentrate and focus help you to achieve what you set out to do. A new project or goal begun this year has a good chance of being successful and long-lasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mercury is conjunct Venus, and both are opposing Uranus. This combination helps you to think more creatively this year. You are especially clever and have a good sense of humor. You succeed in areas that require spontaneity and the ability to quickly solve problems or come up with creative ideas. Still, you could have problems with focusing on important details. Your senses are stimulated, and you could have sudden flashes of insight or fresh new ideas. You may be a little scatter-brained, and you could find it challenging to deal with routine matters or monotonous tasks. Learning new things is your passion this year--not recycling old ideas or performing repetitive processes. Some disruptions in your friendships and attachments are possible with Venus in hard aspect to Uranus. Unusual attractions (to people and things) can have you acting on a whim. You may deal with freedom versus closeness issues in your relationships. This Uranian energy may play out on other levels related to socializing, spending, and pleasure. For example, vacation plans may go awry or agreements could be broken. Impulsive spending is something to watch for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whirlwind changes in your love life and/or financial state are likely this year. It may be that you experience sudden changes or breakups with a friend or lover. However, the chance of a sudden new friendship is just as likely. At the root of this is a stronger taste for the unusual. What is familiar is less exciting to you than what is new and different. If a relationship seems to threaten your sense of freedom, you may have an easy time separating from it. Some fireworks in both your social and financial lives are to be expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jupiter harmonizes with Saturn at the time of your birthday this year, suggesting a period of constructive accomplishment. In general, you are practical, realistic, and your judgment is especially sound--and you derive much satisfaction from practical accomplishment. The key to harnessing this wonderful energy is to identify and find pleasure in the simple things that make you happy. A nice balance between optimism and practicality is with you this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your leadership skills are potent in the year ahead! You display more self-confidence when it comes to achieving your goals and going after what you want. Figuring strongly this year are new developments in, and new attitudes towards, love matters, finances, and social relationships. Occasional willfulness and emotionally-driven decision-making could be your downfall, however, if you succumb to these feelings. Also, effecting change only for the sake of change is not advised. Revamping and improving should be the focus. New friendships, or new spins on established connections, are in your forecast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 is a Number Six year for you. Ruled by Venus. This is a year of relative contentment. It is a time when love is the easiest to attract, and partnerships formed under this vibration have a better chance for longevity. You are able to attract others, and material things as well, this year. This is a good year for establishing harmony in the family and in the home. Advice - develop existing relationships, be positive and receptive because these kinds of energies help you to attract what you desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 will be a Number Seven year for you. Ruled by Neptune. This is a year of preparation, chance, and refinement. It is not a time of dramatic changes. Instead, it's a year when reflection on the past is helpful, and when refinements to your life path should be made. It's a good year to study and analyze. Unexpected twists to your life story and "chance" meetings are probable. Advice - take stock of your life in order to prepare for more exciting years to come, examine the past and plan for the future, get in touch with your deepest needs and uncover your personal power, don't strain yourself or actively try to expand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-5211680930170270897?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/5211680930170270897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905872013727120866&amp;postID=5211680930170270897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/5211680930170270897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/5211680930170270897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/2008/08/birthday-horoscopes.html' title='birthday horoscopes!'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212949368930391543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-5914910080224279502</id><published>2008-08-21T16:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T16:08:53.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NADAL STOLE MY FACE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JzLL_2YwNw/SKsTjossM4I/AAAAAAAAIT8/AXwsYagRTjs/s1600/Rafael-Nadal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JzLL_2YwNw/SKsTjossM4I/AAAAAAAAIT8/AXwsYagRTjs/s1600/Rafael-Nadal.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to fuuuck you, you already know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-5914910080224279502?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/5914910080224279502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905872013727120866&amp;postID=5914910080224279502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/5914910080224279502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/5914910080224279502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/2008/08/nadal-stole-my-face.html' title='NADAL STOLE MY FACE!'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212949368930391543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5JzLL_2YwNw/SKsTjossM4I/AAAAAAAAIT8/AXwsYagRTjs/s72-c/Rafael-Nadal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-410816421801066717</id><published>2008-08-13T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T00:47:20.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a year ago this time...</title><content type='html'>i was so frcking happy!&lt;br /&gt;i want my father to move to walla walla PLEASE god anything!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-410816421801066717?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/410816421801066717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905872013727120866&amp;postID=410816421801066717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/410816421801066717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/410816421801066717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/2008/08/year-ago-this-time.html' title='a year ago this time...'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212949368930391543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-3384534299461874368</id><published>2008-07-21T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T12:20:18.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>first things first manifesto</title><content type='html'>http://www.xs4all.nl/~maxb/ftf1964.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do not advocate the abolition of high pressure consumer advertising: this is not feasible. Nor do we want to take any of the fun out of life. But we are proposing a reversal of priorities in favour of the more useful and more lasting forms of communication.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-3384534299461874368?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/3384534299461874368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905872013727120866&amp;postID=3384534299461874368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/3384534299461874368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/3384534299461874368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/2008/07/first-things-first-manifesto.html' title='first things first manifesto'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212949368930391543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-9082304337106061775</id><published>2008-07-19T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T17:52:08.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a day like this,</title><content type='html'>post taking pup to park escapade and talking about dream residencies, deserve brownies, mint iced tea, bright orange tops and the byrds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am getting amped for the peak of summer that is capitol hill block party.&lt;br /&gt;1 week! &lt;br /&gt;i will see you there.&lt;div 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this,'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212949368930391543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-6175447807556952926</id><published>2008-07-18T14:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T14:56:51.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm still trying to keep my promise i made on sunday that</title><content type='html'>I AM VIP AND NEVER GOING BACK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-6175447807556952926?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/6175447807556952926/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-6917120668653814833</id><published>2008-06-26T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T18:37:03.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm actually scratch that</title><content type='html'>i only had one of my favorites on my personal computer, the rest are on the server at school. maybe in the future i will have the persistence to type up old stories again. stay tuned, i guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-6917120668653814833?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/6917120668653814833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905872013727120866&amp;postID=6917120668653814833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/6917120668653814833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/6917120668653814833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/2008/06/hmm-actually-scratch-that.html' title='hmm actually scratch that'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212949368930391543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-6106420312412596711</id><published>2008-06-26T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T18:34:32.743-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short story'/><title type='text'>"george &amp; lincoln"</title><content type='html'>He could almost hear Lincoln scuffling over from an acre’s length away, grumbling under his breath and kicking his brown field shoes in the dust. He could sense him coming to disturb his peace, just like he had apparently disturbed Lincoln’s. He was sitting on his porch reading a dusty book with muddy coffee, a typical morning event. In his quiet he could hear those brown field shoes, the unsubtle mumbling and now, as he was turning around the bend near their property boundaries, he could see him doing these things. He now could also see him deliberately walking straight into his near-budding pea patches, walking right on them like dirt without seeds. The grumbling got increasingly louder like a siren from an antique firetruck. As Lincoln approached the front porch, George wearily looked up over his eyeglasses at the pathetic and dusty man. &lt;br /&gt; “George, George, now,” Lincoln mustered out of shortness of breath, “George, I’ve come over here to talk to you about a little something. You know, I’ve been tellin’ ya that…”&lt;br /&gt; “Hello, Lincoln, fine morning. How’s it going?”&lt;br /&gt; “Well, its, its fine, just fine, but I gotta tell ya, when’re you ever gonna learn that those dogs of yours…”&lt;br /&gt; “Oh, boy, have they been bothering your property? I try and tell’em not to trespass but not much of the time they listen to me. You want a cup of coffee, Lincoln?”&lt;br /&gt; “No, no, I don’t think I want any of that, no but I’m going to tell ya, that you know I’ve just been planting my corn here recent, and it’s the first time I’ve tried to plant corn? You might well know that their prices go up real high, so I figure grow my own. You know, you and me, we got all this acreage and we better use it as farmers, right?”&lt;br /&gt; “You’re absolutely right, Link. That sounds like a neat idea to me.”&lt;br /&gt; “Well your dogs, they don’t think that thing at all. In fact I don’t think they even think-a one thing in their noggins at all Joe, because they stomp and piss all over my corn like they’re some sort of weeds, Joe, and I don’t appreciate that one bit, and Joe…”&lt;br /&gt; “Well I am truly sorry about that, Link.”&lt;br /&gt; “Well, well yeah! I mean, their growth is stunted and all by this point, I don’t know if I’ll have th’amount I predicted when I planted ‘em!” &lt;br /&gt; “I feel you there, Link, here, you wanna come inside and I’ll get you a cup of coffee?”&lt;br /&gt; “Yeah, yeah okay, we’ll see our chat up in there.”&lt;br /&gt; George led a riled-up Lincoln into his cottage, all the while wondering where Lincoln got Joe out of George. He poured him a full cup of coffee in a clay mug and asked,&lt;br /&gt; “So, what do you think about my new furniture set? I finished ‘em just last month, I’d been working on them since I chopped down the spruces last spring. Fine set of table and chairs, don’t you think?”&lt;br /&gt; “Oh yeah, yeah they sure are fine indeed. Ginny would love these a lot, she’d tell me, ‘Why don’t you make these yourself too?’” Lincoln chuckled. George again pondered where he got Ginny out of his wife’s name, Gemima.&lt;br /&gt; “Well Lincoln, you’re wife’s got fine taste,” George smiled, “Especially her cornbread that she made for the neighborhood potluck? It was one of the best I’d ever had.”&lt;br /&gt; “Well, well that’s nice-a you to say, Joe, but you know that brings me, that corn don’t come cheap these days, and,” &lt;br /&gt;George was disappointed with the redirection of topic. “You’re right about that one, Lincoln. You got enough coffee there?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, I’m just fine Joe, but I do gotta tell ya, those dogs are lawless, I don’t know what you’re tellin’ ‘em, but they sure don’t wanna listen. And it ruins my crop, Joe, what am I gonna do when you’re dogs ruin my crop? I’m just supposed to tell ‘em to scram every time I see them diggin’ up my corn patches? They don’t listen, maybe it’s their breed, they don’t got right hearing, but…”&lt;br /&gt;“You know, Link, they’re shepherds, they’re very good listening dogs. They just can’t stop their need to dig and piss and find something nice to bury their finds in.”&lt;br /&gt;“Joe, Joe, they’re dogs! You train ‘em to stop doing that so you’re neighbors don’t gotta worry every day if they’re corn is gonna be gone! They’re worse than them crows, cos they get ‘em from the roots!”&lt;br /&gt;“You have a scarecrow, Lincoln? I hear they can help with the corn problems.”&lt;br /&gt;“Joe, I got me a scarecrow but it won’t scare no dogs away. The only scaredog I got is the belt I got on right now.”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, Link, you wouldn’t hurt my animals.”&lt;br /&gt;“Joe, they don’t got no respect for my property. They got none for my corn. They stomp all over it thinkin’ its just dirt for them to stick their snouts in.”&lt;br /&gt;“Lincoln, you’re talking now about respecting the property…”&lt;br /&gt;“Damn right I am!”&lt;br /&gt;“Link, then you go stomping all over my pea plants. What’s that about, Lincoln?”&lt;br /&gt;“What? Joe what are you gone on talkin’ about? I don’t step on anything but dirt I see. The dirt and the grass!”&lt;br /&gt;“Well I suppose you just didn’t see my pea plants. They weren’t marked at all. Maybe you see just like my dogs. You see the dirt and I see the seeds.” George looked out the window and smiled to see two of his four shepherds running by the grassed acre behind his house. “You know I think we all got respect for our lands, sometimes we just don’t know.”&lt;br /&gt; “Oh, get back, Joe. You’ve always got the wise things to say, but I’m gonna tell ya that I don’t wanna see them dogs on my corn again. My property, for all that matter.” Lincoln’s demeanor had settled into subtle humility, while trying to remain some sort of domination in the case. &lt;br /&gt; “I’ll try to make sure you’re corn plants stay safely rooted, Link.”&lt;br /&gt; “Well I appreciate that, even if those damn dogs are like your children. You ain’t got no wife or kids, and I only got the wife and no kids, so I think I got the better end of the deal, don’t ya? I only gotta deal with the wife, the easier one, and you got kids times four, and no wife to see ‘em. No wonder they wonder into my patches.” &lt;br /&gt; “Ah, Lincoln, I suppose you’re right. Maybe one day I’ll prefer something else than being daddy to four rascals but for now, it’s alright with me,” George got up from his stool and started to show Lincoln to the door. “You know, Link, I gotta say that I really do appreciate how good neighbors we are to each other. We’re allowed to say things to each other, we work together, don’t you agree?”&lt;br /&gt; “Well, yeah I think it’s great too, Joe, I’m sure glad it’s you and not some dope-smokin’ hippie and brothers like they’ve been getting up north in the valley. Movin’ in with all the civilians and wreckin’ up the local economies is what it is. Lawless.”&lt;br /&gt;George opened the front screen door for Lincoln and closed it gently after him. As Lincoln, with a calmer step than he arrived with, walked his two brown field shoes back to his home, wife, and corn patches, George looked out from the steps of his porch. He could see his other two dogs roughhousing each other in the corn patches while the two previously out in the field joined them and started to dig. Smiling, he picked up his book from the porch bench, carried it back inside and closed the door quietly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-6106420312412596711?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/6106420312412596711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905872013727120866&amp;postID=6106420312412596711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/6106420312412596711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/6106420312412596711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/2008/06/george-lincoln.html' title='&quot;george &amp; lincoln&quot;'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212949368930391543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-850131455570418613</id><published>2008-06-26T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T18:33:21.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i am going to post my favorite stories</title><content type='html'>from creative writing class 2nd semester. commence!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-850131455570418613?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-4144215691251399174</id><published>2008-05-25T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T18:10:40.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing has changed</title><content type='html'>ive had the same situations for my entire life&lt;br /&gt;friends, family, money, moving, &lt;br /&gt;all just variations on a theme that come in cycles&lt;br /&gt;the people are different but who they are is always the constant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE is the same as everyone else like them. i let go of someone/thing just to get them again, in a different person/time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-4144215691251399174?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-5778601105200407091</id><published>2008-05-16T18:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T18:23:47.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>okay so im a lie</title><content type='html'>i hate change&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-5778601105200407091?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/5778601105200407091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905872013727120866&amp;postID=5778601105200407091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/5778601105200407091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/5778601105200407091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/2008/05/okay-so-im-lie.html' title='okay so im a lie'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212949368930391543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-6190210233117088813</id><published>2008-05-09T22:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T22:12:02.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M GOING TO MISS TENNIS SO BAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nataliedee.com/042908/dressed-in-my-ball-whackin-whites.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.nataliedee.com/042908/dressed-in-my-ball-whackin-whites.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-6190210233117088813?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/6190210233117088813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905872013727120866&amp;postID=6190210233117088813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/6190210233117088813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/6190210233117088813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-going-to-miss-tennis-so-bad.html' title='I&apos;M GOING TO MISS TENNIS SO BAD'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212949368930391543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-5633850974039893706</id><published>2008-04-30T21:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T21:13:53.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>drawing a picture</title><content type='html'>glee leads to motivation which leads to comittment which leads to activity which leads to overstimulation which leads to apathy which leads to reconstruction which leads to fucking up days which leads to repair which leads to teetering contentment which tips either way on any given day of which i am the victim of my own thoughts influencing the sway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strong beams of dedications sliding in different directions and interlocking in semipermanent fixures and rusting in other places clamping me in the center not pulling me but locking me and i try to shift one beam and the rest shift with them, so nothing stays the same if one rafter leaves my life and dissapointed in the direction im going because i will look at it from different eyes and realize im not doing what i should be and will regret it later even though i may be enjoying myself it does not measure proportionally to what you are doing.&lt;br /&gt;the biggest beam doesnt shift and i slide up and down along it in this era influenced by the other shafts around me but always locked inbetween intersections of dedications and motivations that i gently push or pull away as i get older until when im old there will only be two beams left&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-5633850974039893706?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/5633850974039893706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905872013727120866&amp;postID=5633850974039893706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/5633850974039893706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/5633850974039893706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/2008/04/drawing-picture.html' title='drawing a picture'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212949368930391543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-5102187597484721141</id><published>2008-04-19T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T10:37:04.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>these are a few of my favorite things</title><content type='html'>a place where tennis is the way of life and the weather always complies, where your only worry is getting too hot, a place where the actual magic of a huge professional tournament rubs off on the place and you get the inspiration to play your best because you love the sport like your right leg and if you ever had to leave it it would hurt. where you could live off of this one thing for the rest of your life because it gives you everything you need and the only gear your mind has put into drive is to follow the little yellow ball.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;a place where i can ride my bike in flip flops to the bakery downtown and to the country club for a pick up game and an ice tea outside afterwards, where i can wander the streets alone at eleven at night after dinner at your favorite restaurant and with the culture your an outsider but with the people, they all want to know you. a place where you can trust your neighbor, you can trust your parents, you can even trust yourself and believe that this is all you need and not much more.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-5102187597484721141?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/5102187597484721141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905872013727120866&amp;postID=5102187597484721141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/5102187597484721141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/5102187597484721141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/2008/04/these-are-few-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='these are a few of my favorite things'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212949368930391543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-1871575050567730391</id><published>2008-04-17T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T00:00:08.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a/b</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinPost_BodyRO_Textbox"&gt;a) my life is so different than i think it is sometimes, im really pretty normal. just a little more interesting. whether im dissapointed or not i guess as long as i'm having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) spring is always change for the last four years its been something challenging and it hurt me and because i am an earth sign...and the natural changes in spring are new, budding, replacements and transitions of flowers plants the baby birds in the nest at my front door...it affects me like it affects the earth, i guess, because nothing will ever be the same each coming spring and i will have to grow like the earth. i am the earth and the closer to it i am the better i will understand but the more i will feel. the effects of loss of promises and security affect my affections and to whom i will give my trust but i'll just throw it up for grabs and it will sink into the earth. not lost but deep rooted and i will never and always be the same person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-1871575050567730391?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/1871575050567730391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905872013727120866&amp;postID=1871575050567730391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/1871575050567730391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/1871575050567730391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/2008/04/ab.html' title='a/b'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212949368930391543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-4402320213478815267</id><published>2008-04-13T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T17:58:26.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you just don't know</title><content type='html'>i really really really really really need you&lt;br /&gt;step aside from your life a second and just look at me&lt;br /&gt;if you had any idea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-4402320213478815267?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/4402320213478815267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905872013727120866&amp;postID=4402320213478815267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/4402320213478815267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/4402320213478815267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/2008/04/you-just-dont-know.html' title='you just don&apos;t know'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212949368930391543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-1007765115493611889</id><published>2008-04-06T20:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T20:20:52.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sooo cuuuuute</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VIaJQSNaSFQ&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VIaJQSNaSFQ&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first few minutes are golden&lt;div 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cuuuuute'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212949368930391543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-6800030972845154638</id><published>2008-04-01T21:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T21:38:59.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>totally</title><content type='html'>from astrologyzone.com&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Virgo has not had it easy because simultaneously with Uranus' opposition to your Sun, you are also dealing with Saturn on your Sun. If you were born in August, specifically within five days of August 26, you are coping with the heavy responsibilities of Saturn. (Fortunately you are done with Uranus!) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Chances are, you chose the obligations, goals, and commitments that Saturn coaxed you to take on because everything you are doing is new - it is taking a lot of thinking, so at times you may feel exhausted by all life is asking of you. It is a bit like being top chef in a kitchen with many pots boiling on the stove at the same time. You've got to watch all the pots, without becoming distracted, so that none of the food burns - not easy! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On top of all this, you just went through two years of eclipses in Pisces and Virgo (March 2006 to February 2008), which were also difficult placements that also required stiff adjustments. Those eclipses are finished and this series won't be back for nine years. Whew! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; The job of an eclipse is to shed new light on a situation. Often after an eclipse has occurred, it seems as though someone switched on the floodlights, and it may all seem quite blinding at first. It's hard to ignore the truth and irrefutable evidence that eclipses bring to light, and often this truth causes a severing of ties. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; The eclipses, Saturn and Uranus - all very rare planetary tests, all coming at once - have been a lot for you. So, you might ask, why all this stress? Why does the universe do this to us? Does it serve a purpose? Why does the universe pile on so much? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have thought about this question a great deal. It seems to me, the people who try the hardest to create things of value in this world and who try to be most helpful to others are invariably the ones that feel these cosmic tests the most. These same people also feel the greatest rewards - the spectrum is simply enlarged. You have had some terribly down days, but have (or soon will) experience some great highs as well. It's all a matter of proportion. People who live within very tight perimeters don't risk anything, don't learn anything, and don't earn many rewards. It all comes together in the same package. Life can be messy, but things really do go toward the good, and we must have faith in that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-6800030972845154638?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/6800030972845154638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905872013727120866&amp;postID=6800030972845154638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/6800030972845154638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/6800030972845154638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/2008/04/totally.html' title='totally'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212949368930391543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-5283462857199860634</id><published>2008-04-01T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T21:13:15.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and with spring it comes</title><content type='html'>im staring to remember what in fact genuinley makes me happy. the superficial and half-hearted revivals of my favorite past times have damaged my idea of my happiness and i'm starting to mend it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-5283462857199860634?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/5283462857199860634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905872013727120866&amp;postID=5283462857199860634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/5283462857199860634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/5283462857199860634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/2008/04/and-with-spring-it-comes.html' title='and with spring it comes'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212949368930391543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-7339036851328814465</id><published>2008-03-31T19:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T19:20:37.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>click!</title><content type='html'>what the fuck does "living in the present" or "in the moment" mean anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be as happy as i can be as a fifteen year old&lt;br /&gt;to be as happy as i can be wherever i am&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-7339036851328814465?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-3683140355157016698</id><published>2008-03-29T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T19:50:51.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rafa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://vamosbrigade.smugmug.com/photos/238287798_nXGTX-O.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://vamosbrigade.smugmug.com/photos/238287798_nXGTX-O.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this exploded me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-3683140355157016698?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/3683140355157016698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905872013727120866&amp;postID=3683140355157016698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/3683140355157016698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/3683140355157016698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/2008/03/rafa.html' title='rafa'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212949368930391543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-4859999623576877745</id><published>2008-03-22T10:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T10:30:06.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>spring break phase I</title><content type='html'>story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday morning at 6am i realize, while trying to pack a little before school, i left my tennis racket at the match at volunteer the night before. up until third period im flipping out in epic proportions, until i call coach troupe and he says coach philban has it on the o'dea bus and i can pick it up when they practice at volunteer park at 1:30. so my mom only wants to make it one trip to pick me up and get the racket, so we go to volunteer at 2:30 and no ones there. so, more scrambling continues and i never get my racket back before we leave. and im pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we had to finish packing in an hour and headed off to the airport. we checked our bags, bought some dinner, and went to the gate. the flight was overbooked, so they asked if there were any volunteers who would take another flight and would get a free nonstop ticket. so my moms like OMG!11!!1 and she strikes up this deal: if we can fly directly into palm springs friday morning at 7am, instead of flying into ontario and having to drive, we would take the free tickets. and also they'd have to get our bags back to us, because we'd be staying in a hotel overnight. so they promise us these things, and we get food and hotel vouchers and what not. i'm waiting, reading right next to the oversize baggage spot for an hour when the people tell me to move. our luggage hasn't come at all and my mom comes back from getting the hotel vouchers and stuff, and tells me they didnt get our bags. i actually flip a shit and drop the f bomb over the institution. so we finally get a shuttle to the comfort suites in tukwila, after buying toiletries from the newstand at the airport (spring break tukwila 08!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!). we have to stay the night there, and catch the shuttle back to the airport at 5:30. but we do get to fly right into palm springs, and two free tickets for a vacation later. so its 9ish by the time we get into our room with our cold sandwiches from 4 hours ago, and they were nasty, so then we had wash our faces with hotel soap and go to sleep in the same clothes. thank god my mom had her make up with her, so in the morning we woke up at 5am, and went back to the airport 30 minutes later.&lt;br /&gt;at the airport, we get past security and want to go the big fancy part of the airport with all the good food, and go to the dish delish place. since we have about $50 in food vouchers from alaska airlines, we not only get breakfast and lunch but i get some green tea mints, chocolate easter almonds and caramels and chocolate covered pears. it counts as food. so then, happy as clams, sans the part about really needing a shower and change of clothes, we walk towards the train to take us to the N gates (and we see maddie on the way, crazy!). once we get off at the N gates, my mom says, wait, what gate are we at again? she looks at the ticket and it says D6. we get back on the train and are both all, thank god we still have like half an hour. so we get to D6 and get in line, realizing about two minutes later its boarding a flight to san fransisco. my mom looks at the departures screen and learns that in fact, the gate was at N like i instinctivley went to, since that was our gate on thursday. my mom says, FUCK, RUN! so she can only run in heels as fast as i can speedwalk in my silver elf shoes, so we get back on the N train and stand about 3 inches away from the door, and im ready to book it. so i get to our gate and ONE last person is boarding and were like phew! were here, don't give our seats away! and they said they already had. and my mom literally just started sobbing and said no, please we have to get on! we went to the wrong gate!!!! ...because we couldnt get in at 4, we would miss the tournament...so literally im like, fuck! and start crying too, and then my moms having an emotional breakdown...but then, two people come off the plane and we go back on and im like AHHHH!!!!! i hope they get all the free tickets they want in the world! so everyones staring at my mom and i when we get on the plane...a) were gross and in the same clothes as yesterday b) we were both crying c) the plane was supposed to leave by the time we got on, basically. so were on the plane and my mom and i are like omg for about ten minutes and then i sleep.&lt;br /&gt;and we get off the plane, and palm springs + pants and cardigan = not best friends, but we get the car and speed off to the house! and then i take a shower and scrub myself to death. and we go to the pacific life open and have the best day ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, epic right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-4859999623576877745?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/4859999623576877745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905872013727120866&amp;postID=4859999623576877745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/4859999623576877745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/4859999623576877745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/2008/03/spring-break-phase-i.html' title='spring break phase I'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212949368930391543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-565717363045174349</id><published>2008-03-15T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T15:11:06.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>=</title><content type='html'>free time = free mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-jealously ruins everything&lt;br /&gt;-patience is good&lt;br /&gt;-its hard to tell when its my fault&lt;br /&gt;-school years shouldn't be my measure of social accomplishments&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-565717363045174349?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-7475681097758782243</id><published>2008-03-12T19:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T19:56:37.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>amazing quotes from an amazing memoir</title><content type='html'>here are quotes that resonated with me like no other from "sleeping where i fall" by peter coyote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Confidence &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; be taught if we can arrange for it to be experienced."&lt;br /&gt;"The Mime Troupe helped me to examine the insufficiencies of liberalism: the generosity towards others that is predictated on first sustaining one's own privledge."&lt;br /&gt;"From within, every culture appears as seamless as a dream...If you accept without question premises of profit and private property and if you pursue those ends, even in the best of faith, then eventually the cultural mall we call America will stand before you, the product of your cumulative efforts."&lt;br /&gt;"Freedom within the relentless pressures of a market-driven society appeared impossible precisely because of its stultifying effects on the imagination in all reaslm but the material."&lt;br /&gt;"From our point of view, freedom involved first liberating the imagination from economic assumptions of profit and private property that demanded existence at the expense of personal truthfulness and honor, then living according to personal authenticity and fidelity to innder directives and impulses."&lt;br /&gt;"An anarchist by temperment..." -commentary: political theory and temperment are the two definitions of anarchy, and temperment is used most commonly to portray the uncivilian and reckless image of anarchy we see today&lt;br /&gt;"She still burns like a sun, and her example informs my anger whenever pundits dismiss the sixties as a playpen for lethargic, self-indulgent people and blame them for today's social problems."&lt;br /&gt;"Freedom forced people to improvise at the edges of their imagination in a common quest for transformation. It was not a bad dream; like eall utopian visions it was rooted in high expectations about what people could accomplish when working in concert."&lt;br /&gt;"But accepting the planet as the most inclusive frame of reference subliminally unites rather than divides people, giving them all equal standing under the sun, and diminishes opportunities for contested space, status differentials, and voilence."&lt;br /&gt;"...Women understood that their lot in life was an arbitrary social convention and not a preordained natural state."&lt;br /&gt;"'Do your own thing made authority impossible, even legitamate authority.' Ron admitted. 'We &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reacted&lt;/span&gt; to false authority, which demeans true authority. True authority is skill, insight, and knowledge.'"&lt;br /&gt;"Richard and Kirby assembled a geodesic dome in what had once been the garden of the main house...[list of people] spent the first winter in that fifteen-foot-diameter dome, which also served as the family kitchen and art studio." -pre-reading this book vision for my future, then reading this was insane&lt;br /&gt;"'Capitalism is dying, boy. It's dying of its own internal contradictions. You think that the revolution's gonna take give years. It's gonna take fifty! So keep your head down and hang in for the long-haul, because I'll tell you something. The sons of bitches running things don't give a shit about theier children or their grandchildren, and they certainly don't give a shit about you! They've paid their dues, and they want to get out with theirs! They're gonna sell off everything thats not nailed down tot the highest bidder. Don't get crushed when it topples down. Take care of yourself and your family. If you can make a difference, do it, but there are huge forces at work here, and they have to play themsleves out according to their own design, not yours. Watch yourself.' As far as I can determine, everything he prophesied has come true." -from his dad&lt;br /&gt;"High ideals and visionary brilliance were no substitute for daily practice grounded in spiritual insight."&lt;br /&gt;"'We were creating a culture instead of creating a life.' -Freeman House"&lt;br /&gt;"'People always tell you who they are. If someone laughs and says, Boy, am I a shit! believe them!' I should have remembered."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that book was amazing, i think coyote and i are parallel souls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-7475681097758782243?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/7475681097758782243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905872013727120866&amp;postID=7475681097758782243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/7475681097758782243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/7475681097758782243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/2008/03/amazing-quotes-from-amazing-memoir.html' title='amazing quotes from an amazing memoir'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212949368930391543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-14645203427932433</id><published>2008-03-11T22:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T22:16:28.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>growth</title><content type='html'>how i understand im not grown up yet&lt;br /&gt;i need people to set things&lt;br /&gt;i cant be alone for the things i will day have to be&lt;br /&gt;guidance&lt;br /&gt;friends influence me&lt;br /&gt;i cling&lt;br /&gt;outbursts&lt;br /&gt;too much change&lt;br /&gt;i think about candy a lot&lt;br /&gt;deadlines hurt&lt;br /&gt;exceedingly jealous for someone who prides herself in trying not to be so&lt;br /&gt;easily swayed in my opinions of others&lt;br /&gt;i still have to brag sometimes&lt;br /&gt;eat too much candy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-14645203427932433?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/14645203427932433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905872013727120866&amp;postID=14645203427932433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/14645203427932433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/14645203427932433'/><link 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day&lt;br /&gt;ice wine in multitudes&lt;br /&gt;my friends cars&lt;br /&gt;neptune&lt;br /&gt;text messaging&lt;br /&gt;the vera project&lt;br /&gt;high fives&lt;br /&gt;far fetched crushinz&lt;br /&gt;wes anderson movies&lt;br /&gt;hello kitty guitar picks&lt;br /&gt;having tea expertise&lt;br /&gt;baking&lt;br /&gt;what i think greece would look like&lt;br /&gt;lists&lt;br /&gt;flipping a shit over not too much&lt;br /&gt;pets&lt;br /&gt;good pictures of me&lt;br /&gt;when people think i'm funny&lt;br /&gt;other people i think that're funny&lt;br /&gt;befriending your friends&lt;br /&gt;being your friend&lt;br /&gt;having in actuality a lot of friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's wrong with having no point if it don't harm nobody?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-8425897079167118102?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-4826849375235360909</id><published>2008-03-04T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T22:38:43.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so much for the organ.</title><content type='html'>my soul still longs for its musical counterpart that is a hammond organ, but there are so many records that just came out i can barely keep it in my pants.&lt;br /&gt;kay kay LP&lt;br /&gt;fleet foxes EP&lt;br /&gt;pharmacy EP&lt;br /&gt;shiz man, thats already a considerable chunk of my paycheck for project numero uno from last month. damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-4826849375235360909?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-90642600026726008</id><published>2008-03-03T18:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T18:59:00.740-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring break'/><title type='text'>only eighteen days until paradise!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/2682/rafaqj7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/2682/rafaqj7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://westjet.com/sale_offers/images/palm_springs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://westjet.com/sale_offers/images/palm_springs.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.pacificlifeopen.com/4/assets/photos/tix_stadium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.pacificlifeopen.com/4/assets/photos/tix_stadium.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PALM SPRINGS, CALIFORNIA/&lt;br /&gt;INDIAN WELLS TENNIS GARDEN&lt;br /&gt;PACIFIC LIFE OPEN 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dreams coming true for reals.&lt;br /&gt;2.5 weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-90642600026726008?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/90642600026726008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905872013727120866&amp;postID=90642600026726008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/90642600026726008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/90642600026726008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/2008/03/only-eighteen-days-until-paradise.html' title='only eighteen days until paradise!'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212949368930391543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-5321202600951491629</id><published>2008-02-23T13:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T13:43:08.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>root of the problem</title><content type='html'>i need some things to be forever. people, places, ideas can come and go because thats inevitable and can't ever stay as a fact of life. but the things i run on, the light that i run on, some people will call this happiness but i think its something very far beyond and very deep embedded inside me naturally, it can't go. its catalyst by the things in my external world that i love, but recently i haven't been able to get myself going again. in recent months i've literally have handfuls of dreams come true for me, i've accomplished a lot and experienced many great people and particularly beautiful events. but nothing would get me to feel. it honestly scared the shit out of me, and even though some other factors have aided to this falling-into-a-hole like era, i knew i had to be the one to get myself out of it. i found solace in studying astrology, trying to understand myself better and many pieces of information in there i was already aware of, but i relied so hard on it to tell me what was going to be true i forgot that the planets can't decide everything. they influence but i'm the ultimate decider. several nights, including yesterday, were climaxes of my self-pity and confusion. i was scared going to healing places like walla walla and shows and making art wouldn't have any effect on me after all, that this winter had numbed me and cut me off from what i gush over in my best of times. the sunshine helped a little, but i needed something more. i just supplemented this with hope for tomorrow. and today i woke up and made the decision to lead my own life again. my horoscopes today (even if from an iffy source, i felt it to be true) brought me tears of joy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span name="intelliTxt" id="intelliTxt"&gt;Obey any and all creative impulses you have today -- and don't censor yourself! It's good for your ego to raise a few eyebrows now and again, so embrace the attention you get when you hit the streets in a creative ensemble or sing along to the radio at the top of your lungs while you're driving to work. Splash out unusually today, and you will be sure to have an unusual day! If you really want to capture someone's attention, you need to add your artistic flair.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="intelliTxt"&gt;An old friendship might be moving into a phase of reawakening. Someone from your past is back on the scene, and they are looking for some helpful insight from you. This opportunity to get involved in their life is going to bring a smile to your face. Their unique view on the world is something you have been missing for a while, and it's a wonderful feeling to have it back again. People come and go in life. Celebrate it when someone returns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll come back in full force soon enough. this hibernation of feeling, even though painful, is a good thing to happen to me. when nothing else can help, i'm the one that has to fix myself. its not her fault, its not his fault, its not the fault of mercury retrograde, in the end it is me. i've had these realizations inside of me this whole time, but been too worried to reflect upon them. i'm relieved i can be again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-5321202600951491629?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/5321202600951491629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-2687382355679107692</id><published>2008-02-23T13:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T13:26:06.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the miracle cure!</title><content type='html'>its amazing what a little bit of creativity and sunshine can do to me. after all i kind of am a ball of energy encompassing those two things, so i guess i feed off of em anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waking up and reading a book for an hour&lt;br /&gt;another sunny day&lt;br /&gt;french toast and a shitload of blueberries&lt;br /&gt;watercolor-ing of tulips and, soon enough, a patchwork house&lt;br /&gt;a playlist that i made on the last road trip to walla walla&lt;br /&gt;missing everything but not in a way that depresses me, for once!&lt;br /&gt;and i will be playing tennis soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a supplement of summertime. i'm so dependent on the simpliest things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-2687382355679107692?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/2687382355679107692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905872013727120866&amp;postID=2687382355679107692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/2687382355679107692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/2687382355679107692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/2008/02/miracle-cure.html' title='the miracle cure!'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212949368930391543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-2120435259243934505</id><published>2008-02-22T21:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T21:51:26.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>poems from late '07</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;one name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;were nothing but one species on this planet&lt;br /&gt;all brothers in sisters strung together by birth&lt;br /&gt;and we need sustainability, we need something&lt;br /&gt;to keep for the people that come after us&lt;br /&gt;as our parents try to do for us in their unconcious&lt;br /&gt;as an instinct that of which we've nearly killed&lt;br /&gt;we've buried whats really real&lt;br /&gt;excuses for destruction, nothing but shame&lt;br /&gt;why cant the people realize that were all the same&lt;br /&gt;in the way that were living in the same place&lt;br /&gt;same time, same human race&lt;br /&gt;unity needs to happen if were going to survive&lt;br /&gt;be together under one sky without our meaningless grudges&lt;br /&gt;excuses to fight, there arent any plausible&lt;br /&gt;there just our problems with ourselves put on others&lt;br /&gt;respect is what is lacking, how can we open our eyes&lt;br /&gt;to our struggling sisters if the mask of ignorance covers our sight&lt;br /&gt;theres so much more than us, theres 6 billion of us&lt;br /&gt;confused, enlightened, depressed, ready for change&lt;br /&gt;but were really all the same&lt;br /&gt;its just under one name and that is unity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;side note&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the universe is finally spitting back all the energy&lt;br /&gt;we've fed into it since the origination of ignorance&lt;br /&gt;leaders have blocked out the signals she has given us&lt;br /&gt;choosing to ignore how to fix things&lt;br /&gt;to sustain what we have and grow as a human race&lt;br /&gt;now as so much is finally falling apart&lt;br /&gt;people are beginning to listen but still placed under&lt;br /&gt;their own nervous restraints, scared to make even the slightest ripple&lt;br /&gt;in a society that just pushes down&lt;br /&gt;but we'll push back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;I: a message on discrimination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is no such thing as race, sex, age&lt;br /&gt;just human created concepts to organize people&lt;br /&gt;that could be useful but were cruelly exploited&lt;br /&gt;for years beyond our capable measure&lt;br /&gt;as people we like to organize, sort, distinct&lt;br /&gt;this from that, him from her, high from low&lt;br /&gt;when they are all in truth, equal in the simplest of ways&lt;br /&gt;we're all just variations on a theme,&lt;br /&gt;unique individuals to prove the one common truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;II: a message on potential&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're all just variations on a theme,&lt;br /&gt;unique individuals to prove the one common truth&lt;br /&gt;in our own ways, if we choose to own up to them&lt;br /&gt;if we can discover what they are&lt;br /&gt;what tools have we been given&lt;br /&gt;to reflect the universe's pureness&lt;br /&gt;onto the world we live on today?&lt;br /&gt;lead the way and some people will follow&lt;br /&gt;we can only act to progress to the day&lt;br /&gt;when everyone will admit they will follow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;THE day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the true success of the human race will come&lt;br /&gt;on the day were every single human being&lt;br /&gt;can shake hands with one another and say&lt;br /&gt;in all honest truth and sincerity&lt;br /&gt;"i love you, brother"&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;disclaimer to universe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may not live this every day&lt;br /&gt;but im trying hardest to find a way&lt;br /&gt;to remind myself of whats real&lt;br /&gt;in a world thats discovered how to distort this&lt;br /&gt;even from birth, permeated in our minds&lt;br /&gt;until the day when we wake up from it&lt;br /&gt;for me, this day is the day&lt;br /&gt;that i can say that im trying&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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&apos;07'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212949368930391543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-3745305618253534193</id><published>2008-02-19T22:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T22:53:35.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sidenote</title><content type='html'>i think bad beer is one of the worst inventions of man kind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-3745305618253534193?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/3745305618253534193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-8722833513983159205</id><published>2008-02-19T22:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T22:52:17.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>favorite new / new favorite record</title><content type='html'>GRAND ARCHIVES!&lt;br /&gt;their in store at sonic boom ballard was beautiful! their sound live is amazing. i'm upset i won't be able to see them tomorrow at the triple door because that would be the sweetest thing. but this record is like, the ideal record of my life right now. so good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-8722833513983159205?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-2583950033626537985</id><published>2008-02-17T22:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T22:09:54.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a list of guarantees in life:</title><content type='html'>death&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-2583950033626537985?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/2583950033626537985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905872013727120866&amp;postID=2583950033626537985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/2583950033626537985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/2583950033626537985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/2008/02/list-of-guarantees-in-life.html' title='a list of guarantees in life:'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212949368930391543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-1833851451629165381</id><published>2008-02-17T19:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T19:38:11.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>artistry</title><content type='html'>i have too much reserve to be a real artist. anything i want to create has to have some relevance, not always a purpose but just relevance. a lot of times when i'm in the best mood to create i'm very lazy. this is verrry much like right now, but i think its because my head feels like its shrinking (not metaphorically, just closing in slowly). i want to paint watercolors now, actually, because it barely takes half the time to set up as any oil or acrylic adventure of mine would but i don't have any these days. i would draw but i don't want anything as fine or specific as what drawing requires. my minds not even sharp enough for my pencil. i want the blurs of watercolors. i took some pictures with my diana today, which might turn out fun because i like how casual she is and how the pictures do what they want, not do what i want.&lt;br /&gt;    i think the final verdict is that i'm going to go read. i have library due dates looming near anyways. this mood might be a good one for recieving information.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-1833851451629165381?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/1833851451629165381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905872013727120866&amp;postID=1833851451629165381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/1833851451629165381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/1833851451629165381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/2008/02/artistry.html' title='artistry'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212949368930391543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-1581454061056589893</id><published>2008-02-16T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T15:00:53.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'>disorientation</title><content type='html'>i feel sick like i purged everything out of my system and my mind is uncomfortable. i'm not sure where i want to go and i can't make decisions. nothing is left from what i let go and i want to get them back. im out of my own groove and i can't figure out how to get back into it. i can't do much. all i can do is wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-1581454061056589893?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-2131667371206370155</id><published>2008-02-16T01:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T01:16:06.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>well that sums it up</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h-S90Uch2as&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h-S90Uch2as&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-2131667371206370155?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-8888927272079375010</id><published>2008-02-08T18:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T18:40:36.259-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obama'/><title type='text'>barack obama</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                     was more than worth&lt;br /&gt;skipping class at the last minute&lt;br /&gt;being on a crowded bus stuck in traffic on denny&lt;br /&gt;getting off the bus very early to get to the rally&lt;br /&gt;accidentally cutting in line&lt;br /&gt;cancellation of my guitar lesson for the second time in a row&lt;br /&gt;a 20 minute bus ride + unbelieveable traffic = 1.5 hour bus ride back to school&lt;br /&gt;walking home in the rain from my bus stop&lt;br /&gt;but obama was worth it because he is a very wise man, honest politician, understanding person, and i swear to god the next president. i can't see any other way. he has soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but good karma, yo. risks pay off:&lt;br /&gt;got a seat on the bus both times&lt;br /&gt;sitting next to cool people on the bus&lt;br /&gt;getting a fantastic seat and finding a familiar face&lt;br /&gt;mom was proud, dad a little bit but hes a stout republican so he cant empathize as well&lt;br /&gt;the locker room was open an hour after it usually is locked up&lt;br /&gt;48 came hella quick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am very proud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-8888927272079375010?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/8888927272079375010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905872013727120866&amp;postID=8888927272079375010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/8888927272079375010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/8888927272079375010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/2008/02/barack-obama.html' title='barack obama'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212949368930391543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-94462594399561828</id><published>2008-02-03T00:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T00:03:09.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>like nothin else</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GsRgyR8WlSs&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GsRgyR8WlSs&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-94462594399561828?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/94462594399561828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905872013727120866&amp;postID=94462594399561828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/94462594399561828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/94462594399561828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/2008/02/like-nothin-else.html' title='like nothin else'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212949368930391543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-3251094534321293651</id><published>2008-01-31T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T19:01:06.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>reasons to keep on keepin' on</title><content type='html'>last night involved:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-getting a perfect seat at the nada surf show, thanks to chona&lt;br /&gt;-meowing, with chona too&lt;br /&gt;-going to the triple door for the first time, falling into infatuation with it&lt;br /&gt;-seeing nada surf, above all&lt;br /&gt;-matthew caws remembering my face&lt;br /&gt;-dancing onstage, thanks to anna, without her i would have the biggest case of self-conciousness ever&lt;br /&gt;-dancing in the audience&lt;br /&gt;-fulfilling my teenager dreemz&lt;br /&gt;-finding out one of my biggest artistic inspirations and loves, autumn de wilde, purchased one of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;headbands! extra emphasis there...&lt;br /&gt;-getting the full art copy of lucky and seeing part of my entry in there&lt;br /&gt;-seeing people i know and love&lt;br /&gt;-almost crying out of happiness&lt;br /&gt;-falling asleep to lucky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-3251094534321293651?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/3251094534321293651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905872013727120866&amp;postID=3251094534321293651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/3251094534321293651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/3251094534321293651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/2008/01/reasons-to-keep-on-keepin-on.html' title='reasons to keep on keepin&apos; on'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212949368930391543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-4223430559661239225</id><published>2008-01-28T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T21:02:10.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pitiful.</title><content type='html'>theres nothing like a little self-induced heartbreak to whip you back in shape!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-4223430559661239225?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/4223430559661239225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905872013727120866&amp;postID=4223430559661239225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/4223430559661239225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/4223430559661239225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/2008/01/pitiful.html' title='pitiful.'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212949368930391543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-370129370710865047</id><published>2008-01-28T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T19:38:16.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>philosophy on philosophy on philosophy</title><content type='html'>philosophy makes me want to rip my heart out. simplicity is more complicated that i think it is and tenfold more difficult to achieve, even in ideology let alone the physical world. im going to study it for a while, i'm assuming, then maybe i'll have a few for myself, perfectly packaged and without personal conflictions or contradictions. but for now, its a little bit excrutiating...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-370129370710865047?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/370129370710865047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905872013727120866&amp;postID=370129370710865047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/370129370710865047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/370129370710865047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/2008/01/philosophy-on-philosophy-on-philosophy.html' title='philosophy on philosophy on philosophy'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212949368930391543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-1005603473468541051</id><published>2008-01-26T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T14:12:19.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cheif sealth</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;Humankind  has not woven the web of life. We are but one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;     thread within it. Whatever we do to the web, we do to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;   ourselves. All things are bound together. All things connect.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;-Chief  Seattle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-1005603473468541051?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/1005603473468541051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905872013727120866&amp;postID=1005603473468541051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/1005603473468541051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/1005603473468541051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/2008/01/cheif-sealth.html' title='cheif sealth'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212949368930391543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-4382999696123690394</id><published>2008-01-24T22:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T22:43:36.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>seperation</title><content type='html'>the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;separation&lt;/span&gt; between the natural human experience and what we know today as modern society has been widely growing since the beginning of recorded history, and in the "western world" we've been falling into it only to catch illuminated glimpses of either side: the possibilities modern global growth holds, or how great it was back in the good old days of barbaric freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this gap is not a balance between the two, but rather a falling away from the true potentials each condition holds. its not anti-civilization &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;against&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;social&lt;/span&gt; structure in our real &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;conscience&lt;/span&gt;: we all want the conveniences and short cuts of modern living but i think even more most of us want fulfillment, and i think fulfillment of life lies somewhere above that gap we're nuzzling deeper into every minute, stable and clear. some "technologies" we've taken too far and the others we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ha vent&lt;/span&gt; taken far enough. a prime example is modern &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;medicine&lt;/span&gt;: shouldn't its motive be to protect the lives of those who have so much more to live out? the young and ambitious that are suffering from diseases and disabilities that hamper their individual growth, and they get an answer from their doctor that stomps on all hope of normal survival; when grandpa at 84 is down the hall in the cancer ward getting radiation treatment for a cancer he's had for years and is ready to leave his body? what a waste of doctors, supplies, medicines, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;energy&lt;/span&gt;! we've been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;separated&lt;/span&gt; from the nature of death, convinced that with medicine we can be invincible and immortal. but why would anyone want to be? why are we so scared of leaving? in all honesty, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; found in my experiences that those who are living &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;unfulfilling&lt;/span&gt; and unsatisfying lives are the ones that are truly afraid of dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;unconsciously&lt;/span&gt; confused state of mind, we redefined what it is to be normal - to go against many of our instincts, to dull our impulses and stifle our creativity. when in fact what is normal is intuition, it is to do whats best for ourselves and in that pursuit do whats best for others. for instance, why in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;america&lt;/span&gt; is there so much resistance against eating healthily? why is dieting a common concept, why was it even created at all? a human beings natural, normal instinct is to "exercise" and "eat right". healthy living has become such a burden because we're continuously &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;separated&lt;/span&gt; from the origins of our need to eat and run. its to replace something we tried to replace before when nothing of our natural human state needed replacing at all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-4382999696123690394?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/4382999696123690394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905872013727120866&amp;postID=4382999696123690394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/4382999696123690394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/4382999696123690394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/2008/01/seperation.html' title='seperation'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212949368930391543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-1793927373319489783</id><published>2008-01-12T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T13:35:56.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wow, this is old!</title><content type='html'>its funny i was thinking this way in june. i guess by this time, school was still in and my life was in a post-rocky times position. recovering, reflecting. however some of my reflecting is kind of irrelevant of the situation. this stings, though.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, here is an old ramble-essay:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The times when I felt the most, when I couldn’t contain my excitement or when I felt so much pain I had to hide, they are like a scar in my brain that will always be there. The details have been blurred and the facts have been forgotten but I can clearly recall my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t remember how my logic was the day I thanked Bill Whitman for everything he gave me. I don’t remember if I tried not to cry, or if I tried to compose myself. I remember crying, and emma dragging me wailing to the bathroom. I don’t remember how I got to sobbing on the phone hours after I heard about eric, when it just hit me, I just hung up the phone and had to shut down. When I was in Kansas city, that’s just a faint memory at this point. But there has only been one more rare occasion, the one listed above, where I have ached any more. I don’t remember how I passed my days or how my thoughts went. But I felt like dying. I did, in a way. But something was born in replacement, and I could experience. &lt;br /&gt;The memories in my mind of the best times of my life, I remember how I felt exactly. I got so happy my jaw chattered and I got a high squeaky voice from being excited. They helped me grow as much as the tragic times did. I learned what was important to me, what made me tick, my reason for existence essentially. I found what I loved and another piece of the puzzle was found. I’d chronicle each moment in my mind, each little event that made my heart flutter a bit; it was just all the bits of reality that added up to my feeling. The reality that translated into honest happiness in my mind. Many nights I’d come home and I swear to god, I could have died happy right then. I hope when I do get to die, its going to be in one of those moments. I want to set myself up for that situation, I always want to be in a life that to me means that I can leave it knowing I had everything I needed. Of course I will always have more than I need, but the consciousness to realize that all the time is just so hard to summon, I think for everyone. It’s a struggle to be happy with what one has. Everyone can be happy. My life is wonderful – I’m honestly free of hardships. But with things like death and change and hurting and stress that pop up in my life its so hard to see this. &lt;br /&gt;Growing up is learning to let go. But in this process I found that one can only experience pure, true happiness after they have felt real sadness, real anger. Up until the summer of my 12th-going-on-13th year I had never felt like that before, like I was losing so much I could never get back. But after that, when I was open to more feeling, when things were going great and carefree, I knew what bliss felt like. That’s when I realized, I didn’t have to try to feel. Feeling comes. You can’t stop it, you can’t start it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-1793927373319489783?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/1793927373319489783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905872013727120866&amp;postID=1793927373319489783' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/1793927373319489783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/1793927373319489783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/2008/01/wow-this-is-old.html' title='wow, this is old!'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212949368930391543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-9069829247871304033</id><published>2008-01-12T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T12:56:24.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>very awesome</title><content type='html'>name meanings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.behindthename.com/name/dylan&lt;br /&gt;http://www.ancestry.com/facts/rupert-name-meaning.ashx?fn=dylan&amp;yr=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the whole "of the sea" thing relates to my nautical obsessions. how amazing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-9069829247871304033?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/9069829247871304033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905872013727120866&amp;postID=9069829247871304033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/9069829247871304033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/9069829247871304033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/2008/01/very-awesome.html' title='very awesome'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212949368930391543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-7726826088604647215</id><published>2008-01-10T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T23:23:32.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'd say what seems to be an overwhelming majority</title><content type='html'>of prominent public figures who truly had something to say in the 1960s were killed by a gunshot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-7726826088604647215?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/7726826088604647215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-8368758305655471707</id><published>2008-01-10T22:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T22:50:44.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my utopian educational future</title><content type='html'>college hopes, dreams, all here. in a handy guide to the insights of my educational future, granted im awarded thousands of dollars in beautiful, beautiful scholarship money and i get into the brown/rhode island school of design degree program.&lt;br /&gt;providence here i come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;behold, the five-year formal learning experience of my dreams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE RISD/BROWN DUAL DEGREE PROGRAM!&lt;br /&gt;http://www.risd.edu/campus_initiatives_brown.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BROWN: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;philosiphy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    what interests me is philisophical LOGIC!!! oh my god. and political, language, ethics, and metaphysics fascinate me too. but logic just pushes my buttons.&lt;br /&gt;http://gradschool.brown.edu/index.php?progid=1110482545&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RISD: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;graphic design, of course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    its what i was born to do and currently i've been inspired to make the world better with it. design anarchy by kalle lasn is inspiring and reinforcing.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.risd.edu/graphic.cfm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-8368758305655471707?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/8368758305655471707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-965281411998596638</id><published>2008-01-07T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T22:47:16.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new years goals</title><content type='html'>discover bob dylan&lt;br /&gt;make more good friendships&lt;br /&gt;fall in love with something other than a song or season&lt;br /&gt;find a bike riding buddy&lt;br /&gt;make the tennis team&lt;br /&gt;improve upon my vinyl collection&lt;br /&gt;complain less&lt;br /&gt;stop letting small events get me down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-965281411998596638?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/965281411998596638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905872013727120866&amp;postID=965281411998596638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/965281411998596638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/965281411998596638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-years-goals.html' title='new years goals'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212949368930391543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-1445426872899829109</id><published>2008-01-05T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T12:30:43.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new art venture</title><content type='html'>at least for my personal artistic development in two mediums. i doubt i'll be selling these.&lt;br /&gt;    illustration and diana photograph companions. most likely ink illustrations that match whatever i shoot with my diana camera. the film will be black and white and the drawings will be black ink white paper, unless it is a very dark photograph in which i might consider using grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    another idea to pursue is short stories, illustrated by photographs bound in small hardcover books. the good thing about that too, would be that it would flex my graphic design skills, at least in typography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    i'm becoming interested in illustrations that use more shadows and lines to create figures than simply drawing what one sees. something about aboriginal art has inspired me. dot paintings are really visually satisfying to me for some reason, but there was one huge painting at the SAM that i really liked, it was billions of white feather-like strokes on black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.galeriaaniela.com.au/A%20MRS%20Benett%20Images/WEBMRSB200615-18cm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.galeriaaniela.com.au/A%20MRS%20Benett%20Images/WEBMRSB200615-18cm.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.artgallery.nsw.gov.au/sub/preston/IMAGES/SQUARE/mp6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.artgallery.nsw.gov.au/sub/preston/IMAGES/SQUARE/mp6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theage.com.au/ffximage/2005/12/02/art_wideweb__470x336,0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.theage.com.au/ffximage/2005/12/02/art_wideweb__470x336,0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-1445426872899829109?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/1445426872899829109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905872013727120866&amp;postID=1445426872899829109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/1445426872899829109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/1445426872899829109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-art-venture.html' title='new art venture'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212949368930391543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-32779076364504842</id><published>2008-01-03T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T15:46:11.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss christmas!</title><content type='html'>i miss it really bad. christmas was semi loners and i want a REAL one again! wahhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-32779076364504842?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/32779076364504842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905872013727120866&amp;postID=32779076364504842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/32779076364504842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/32779076364504842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-miss-christmas.html' title='i miss christmas!'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212949368930391543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-2746039548326504152</id><published>2008-01-01T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T12:39:11.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love cats.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1qiGyxPplAw&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1qiGyxPplAw&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-2746039548326504152?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/2746039548326504152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905872013727120866&amp;postID=2746039548326504152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/2746039548326504152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/2746039548326504152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-love-cats.html' title='i love cats.'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212949368930391543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-5742377514779170090</id><published>2007-12-30T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T22:18:39.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>absolutley!!!</title><content type='html'>"Dramatic, dynamic and compassionate Leo starts the year working hard to discover new ways to express practical ideals by connecting to inner wisdom. You will realize how everything you do in your life affects the entire world on some level. Feeling a need to change and re-evaluate your personal values and all that you hold sacred has been a regular exercise for you, both personally and financially."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the bolded here just gave me shivers, it is so accurate i can't even BEGIN. so true.*&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The focus for Virgo, this year, is on developing creative endeavors to better serve mankind as a whole.&lt;/span&gt; Your socially independent nature will attract wonderful new people into your life and you will gain more chances to expand your circle of friends. Your self-discipline will help you accomplish great things in your life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*"design anarchy" is changing my life...no, maybe not exactly that, but more like reinforcing my artistic conscience. i am so grateful for that resource...at times its pretty extreme, but it is so wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"His second book, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Design Anarchy,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; calls on graphic designers, illustrators and other creative professionals to turn from working in service to corporate and political pollution of both the planet and "the mental environment," and instead embrace a radical new aesthetic devoted to social and environmental responsibility."&lt;/span&gt; -wikipedia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-5742377514779170090?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/5742377514779170090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905872013727120866&amp;postID=5742377514779170090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/5742377514779170090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/5742377514779170090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/2007/12/absolutley.html' title='absolutley!!!'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212949368930391543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-8507397518019069672</id><published>2007-12-24T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T14:11:46.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>important</title><content type='html'>i think im starting to remember that the world is a lot bigger than me.&lt;br /&gt;    it gets more complicated than this. but lets just leave it this way for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-8507397518019069672?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/8507397518019069672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905872013727120866&amp;postID=8507397518019069672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/8507397518019069672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/8507397518019069672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/2007/12/important.html' title='important'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212949368930391543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-4164213679508552354</id><published>2007-12-23T23:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T23:07:41.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>but</title><content type='html'>i have so much to lose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-4164213679508552354?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/4164213679508552354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905872013727120866&amp;postID=4164213679508552354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/4164213679508552354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/4164213679508552354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/2007/12/but.html' title='but'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212949368930391543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-7029864792358058821</id><published>2007-12-23T23:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T23:04:55.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>one thing that i always appriciate about my life</title><content type='html'>is that travel excursions come at the most apt times. walla walla has saved my sorry ass nearly every time i have gone. portland will be my messiah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-7029864792358058821?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/7029864792358058821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905872013727120866&amp;postID=7029864792358058821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/7029864792358058821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/7029864792358058821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/2007/12/one-thing-that-i-always-appriciate.html' title='one thing that i always appriciate about my life'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212949368930391543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-6813546478465767815</id><published>2007-12-23T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T19:20:40.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>figuring out my rising sign</title><content type='html'>due to my leo/virgo cusp im somewhere between leo and cancer rising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Leo rising people cannot help but be noticed. They radiate a               special energy and magnetism that gets others' attention. Sometimes it's because they               are loud people who pay a lot of attention to their personal               appearance (especially their hair!); other times it's due to a               regal manner that simply demands interest from others.&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;Leo Ascendant people are very               self-aware and body-conscious. They are acutely aware of others,               and how they come across. In fact, these people are especially               aware of their personal "backdrop"--they consider what               the people they're with, and the environments they are in, do to               their own image. Often, Leo rising natives feel as if they are on               stage, even in the privacy of their own homes! &lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;They are given to rash decisions,               temper tantrums, and excesses. However, they have plenty of               staying power, drive, and their idealism keeps them from getting               into too much trouble. The desire to oversee the goings-on in               their circle can sometimes amount to bossiness. If this desire               doesn't go too far, however, it can just mean a person who wants               to make sure the people they love are all right. Many Leo rising               people are managers, either by profession or character. &lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;The tendency to overestimate               things, and themselves, is generally present. This is due to a               natural enthusiasm and optimism about any new undertaking.               Sometimes, they are walking commercials. In fact, Leo rising               people make excellent promoters. &lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;Leo rising people are generally               demonstrative, and given to grand gestures. Drama comes naturally               to these natives. In fact, some are so caught up in fiction,               they're a little blind to fact. They have an unusual need to be               admired.&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;Leo Ascendants often have a               strong physical constitution. They pay special attention to their               personal appearance and mannerisms. Usually, they choose clothing               and hairstyles that are youthful. Their manner is authoritarian               and strong.&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;No matter their age in real-world               terms, Leo rising people are kids at heart. They are fun-loving               and warm; generous and spirited.&lt;/p&gt;               Just how magnanimous and outgoing               a Leo rising individual is will be modified by the placement of               the Sun by sign and house. This is because the ruling planet of a               Leo Ascendant is the Sun. For example, a Leo rising person with               Sun in Virgo may not come across as strongly as a Leo rising               person with Sun in Aries. No matter the placement of the Sun,               however, Leo rising natives are quite self-aware and optimistic.               They have a natural flair for presentation, an eye for quality,               and a hard-to-resist warmth of style. They want to make things &lt;i&gt;happen&lt;/i&gt;,               and create a stir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; These people               come across as gentle creatures. There's something familiar about               them -- they're the guy or gal next door. When they enter a room,               they don't walk in with a splash. Instead, they move to the sides               and weave their way inwards. These people have a familiar feel to them.               Because they are rather sensitive to their environment, they can               get flustered easily, especially in public.                &lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;Their first instinct, when               threatened or on unfamiliar ground, is to protect themselves. When               new situations present themselves, they can immediately withdraw               or act shy. Generally, these people come across as caring people.               They seem quite sweet -- even innocent. Usually, these people               appear unassuming enough to be quite approachable. Some Cancer               Ascendants, however, have retreated into themselves so much as to               be quite the opposite.&lt;/p&gt;               Since Capricorn is on the               Descendant, Cancer Ascendant people are looking for structure and               security in their partner and their relationship. These people               function best when their partner displays strength, financial and               emotional stability, and know-how. In fact, many Cancer Ascendants               prefer it when their relationship has well-defined rules. Security               is the basic need, and they are generally more than willing to               give up some personal freedom in order to get it. In some cases,               Cancer Ascendant people can surprise their partners. Why? Because               they come across as rather unassuming, family-oriented people.               When it comes to marriage, they have a rather matter-of-fact,               practical approach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-6813546478465767815?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/6813546478465767815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905872013727120866&amp;postID=6813546478465767815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/6813546478465767815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/6813546478465767815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/2007/12/figuring-out-my-rising-sign.html' title='figuring out my rising sign'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212949368930391543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-5312582534520463852</id><published>2007-12-22T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T11:14:31.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>holidayz art upon us</title><content type='html'>christmas could definatley be awesome, even though i know many things i am getting. i like surprises, therefore, it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;a bummer. i get to spend it with two baby twins. whoopee. seriously though.&lt;br /&gt;    then two days after christmas i am returning to portland, my soul town. oregon someday i will be yours. im going house hunting so when i leave i'll put my dream lot in a time capsule so when i come back from college in seven years (yikes it sounds far away) it'll still be there, for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-5312582534520463852?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/5312582534520463852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905872013727120866&amp;postID=5312582534520463852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/5312582534520463852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/5312582534520463852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/2007/12/holidayz-art-upon-us.html' title='holidayz art upon us'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212949368930391543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-4185428032482021539</id><published>2007-12-20T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T18:59:23.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i like this one</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"In common with the founders of Socialism, Anarchists demand the  abolition of all economic monopolies and the common ownership of  the soil and all other means of production, the use of which must  be available to all without distinction; for personal and social freedom is conceivable only on the basis of equal economic advantages for everybody. Within the Socialist movement itself the Anarchists  represent the viewpoint that the war against capitalism must be at  the same time a war against all institutions of political power, for  in history economic exploitation has always gone hand in hand with  political and social oppression. The exploitation of man by man and  the domination of man over man are inseparable, and each is the  condition of the other."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im trying to figure it out. anarchy can be fuzzy. to me, in its purest sense it could solve all problems, but its such a delicate system that unless everyone was on board 100% it could be so easily corrupted. well, in a lot of ways democracy is the same. any political system really. communism too...its so borderline that anyone that tries to exploit it can with ease. which is sad, and scary, but i think that says a message that no matter what governmental system you believe in...they're all fragile and thats why everyone needs to be in unity and in understanding of that system...i like complicated thoughts, complicated art, complicated music, i appreciate many complex things, but i think that government, society, spirituality, life even, all of it, it doesn't make sense unless its the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;simple&lt;/span&gt; logical truth. every truth is simple. thats another reason that our democracy seems a little off kilter...its so unbelieveably complicated, and is it working that well? every person should represent themselves, not through someone else.&lt;br /&gt;logic &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;the truth of life...doesn't karma make sense? doesn't individuality make sense? doesn't peace make sense? when you break it down...and i mean really, chip away at it until you find what it truly stands for...it all makes crystal clear sense. in my opinion, this should be applied to everything.&lt;br /&gt;our democracy has let the fundemental ideas slip away...they weren't perfect when it started, but in all optimism there could have been someone down the line who could inspire future politicians to see the true possibility in this system. its a logical and fair system, but in current times it has gotten so out of hand bizarre...candidates have to buy their way in! its a simple fact that doesn't surprise many anymore just because its the norm. but that is horrifying.&lt;br /&gt;thats why at this point, anarchy seems the soloution...as long as everyone could agree to work towards acheiving a common goal. that goal being fulfillment of life for every human. phrase it as it fits, but i think everyone wants to live their individual lives in complete freedom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-4185428032482021539?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/4185428032482021539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905872013727120866&amp;postID=4185428032482021539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/4185428032482021539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/4185428032482021539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-like-this-one.html' title='i like this one'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212949368930391543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-6274923080424624661</id><published>2007-12-16T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T21:58:31.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i cant believe how typical i am letting myself be right now</title><content type='html'>i hate being looked down upon, especially if you really know me. don't talk to me like i don't understand if its something obviously simple. if i didn't ask for your explanation, i probably already understand it. don't treat me like im younger. in a lot of instances i have a lot more experienced things to comment on whatever your talking about. so don't try to belittle me.&lt;br /&gt;you're not as smart as you think you are all the time. nobody is so get over it and stop trying to seem like the bigger man here. because you're actually just coming across as an asshole. and you're also making me feel like i have to correct you. which is a waste of energy. so just stop belittling me. i'm smart, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-6274923080424624661?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/6274923080424624661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905872013727120866&amp;postID=6274923080424624661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/6274923080424624661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905872013727120866/posts/default/6274923080424624661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-cant-believe-how-typical-i-am-letting.html' title='i cant believe how typical i am letting myself be right now'/><author><name>dylan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14212949368930391543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905872013727120866.post-1813667461693107034</id><published>2007-12-15T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T12:07:51.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i guess theres a fine line?</title><content type='html'>is a band's "image" different from their general "aesthetic"? for instance get some random mainstream band and they have their you know specific image that theyre pushing for marketing motives and all that, but is that different from a general visual energy that a band puts out? for me visual imagination and what i hear go hand in hand. in most instances i associate music visually. its just not strictly the sense of hearing for me, even though that sounds kind of confusing... . there are some bands out there that just like, have the same aesthetic to themselves and i dont think they're pushing it to like, be super avant garde or anything but just thats what they like so why not push it over the top and dress like it was 1912? maybe all these indie bands im thinking about want to carve a certain niche for themselves, which can't be blamed because it would be boring if no one was trying to do that. but im pretty sure i dont consider that marketing, its just who they are, and when your together making music you can pretty much go wild with whatever you're really into...i'm not sure if this makes much sense to anyone else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905872013727120866-1813667461693107034?l=dylansreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dylansreality.blogspot.com/feeds/1813667461693107034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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