I have been meaning to post a retrospective of my first year in college. Something that would sort of sum up the important things I have learned living on my own for the first time.
But I have been having a hard time coming up with something definitive to say; I have a strong feeling about the things I have learned but I just can’t seem to express it. Until now.

In my previous post, although I did not realize it at the time, I was setting myself up for a realization.

After reading Dave’s lucid comment about the entry, I realized just exactly what I learned that has been so important to me this year.
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The following is the introduction to a lecture series given by Stan Brakhage. Brakhage is considered by many to be the most influential and important experimental filmaker of the twentieth century. I have never viewed any of his work, but the following paragraph is, I think, an interesting insight into the mind of an artist who led an intense life. Most of what he says of art and the artist has a ring of authenticity, and it spoke to me, not just about art, but about the quest for a meaningful life.

After the extensive reading I did of Judeo-Christian mystics last semester, it is uncanny how similar Brakhage sounds to a sixteenth century monk; like a man who has ventured deep into the recesses of his own soul and seen what few dare to even think about.

So anyway, here it is. Plus, if I had a proffesor who opened his class with something like this, (eyes aglow, hands waving) I know I would be glad to have signed up!
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yeah so i got a call from my girlfriend asking if i wanted to go see a band play in baton rouge. i said sure and we, along with rami, natalie, and her sister megan, took the trip on friday after work. natalie and megan really wanted to go see this band because of a previous enjoyable concert they attended 2 weeks ago.
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i was driving down the street and i saw 3 little kids, arms flailing in their swimsuits, skipping underneath a sprinkler shower in the front yard. one very wiggly boy on a pogo stick constantly bouncing up and down as hard as he could, and all three of them with empty Ice-Pop plastic sleeves still hanging out of their mouths from when they used all the suction they could muster to extract the final droplets of electric neon blue syrup from the popsicle tube, which they probably still are sucking on, innocent sugar addicts.

when was it that i grew up?
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