--Elite Writer Alias: AptPupilofLife2 Name: Moot (call me Moot.) ASL: 18/M/Berkeley,CA Website:[ Education ] Days Away: 3840 Life Story: OlderThanTime [ Ignore User ]
Favorites: 10 Forum Posts: 0 Shoutbox Posts: 0 RP Posts: 0 Signup Date: 5379 D 14.74 Years 1.47 Decades 179.3 Months 768.43 Weeks 5.379000e+8 Heart Beats -There you go eggman Quote: In the morning i left/ and came home again/ and there was a hole/ where dreams had been.
Then a whispering wind from the south
carried these words from it's mouth
Carpe Diem. Sieze the Day!
Why are you all crying today?
Though I may lie here now dead
I still Loved, Lived, and Bled.
I gave it all I had to give,
and just because I may die...
doesn't mean I didn't Live!
it's funny, I have been thinking about rowing lingo... you gotta understand, it was a long time ago (I am an old fart compared to you)... it is the little pieces... like easing up. (and I only remember the starting strokes of a race.. 1/2, 1/2, 3/4, full, full.
we won a race once, in BARF. I was a little off course (we woulda had a better time)... but I think what was so neat, is that we were this oddball band of women (though I was a kid) and we did it. We did it. Oh, and getting thrown into Lake Merritt is pretty gross. But I wore my muck with pride.
Ha. One time when we were out, crabs were caught and the boat flipped. We were neck deep in muck. It sucked. And worse, other boats were just coming on to the water, so it was kinda embarrasing. Yup, good way to start the morning.
I remember how we all sighed (another team had a schoenbroad). When it would go by on the lake in the just morning sun, how it shined through and we could see the inner working of legs going by...
I live in Jersey now. My parents are still in Berkeley. They will never leave. I miss the used bookstores and good cappuccinos.
Funny about the God thing. I surfed for the first time last year... and that is how I felt. I have never been connected in such a way before. It is in my bones now and a desire. Like a calling that I discovered way late in life...
its interesting. in my mind the engineering of fate poem works completely well but then no one else is in my head nor do they know where its been lately which makes the piece seem completely disjointd and me completely unable to explain myself.
i look forward to your note about the craziness of life.
hope youre doing well