a nice poem

the dove descending breaks the air
with flame of incandescent terror
of which the tongues declare
the one discharge from sin and error
the only hope or else despair
lies in the choice of pyre or pyre-
to be redeemed from fire by fire.

who then devised the torment? love.
love is the unfamiliar name
behind the hands that wove
the intolerable shirt of flame
which human power cannot remove.
we only live, only suspire
consumed by either fire or fire
- t. s. eliot

yeah! thanksgiving!

yeah. its thanksgiving as of twenty nine minutes ago. so what do you think i am a history major and we learn that thanksgiving isn't really what our third grade teachers tell us. but how can it be, the pilgrims didn't love the Indian's and the Indians didn't come and give us food in the winter! my world is crashing down around me well not really. even though the pilgrims thought the native Americans were savages and tried to kill them and even though the native Americans raided pilgrim towns and killed people i am gonna pretend it happened the other way. is it wrong? yeah, but do i really care. kinda. happy thanksgiving!!!!

Fires and Weddings

We are driving back from santa barbara, and by we i mean me my parents and jesse. we just drove by a wild fire on our way back from lauren wallaces wedding. she is now lauren keany. i was just telling them i feel so useless with all these fires. they are burning and i am doing nothing! its so strange, i want to volunteer but they dont need volunteers, and want to give money but i dont have any, i want to fight the fire but i am not a fire fighter. i just need someone to tell me were to help. california is burning and i am not doing anything. well we are driving and its late, you now what that means, in n out burger! here we come.

The hills are alive

With fire! Babylon is burning. It seems to happen every year and it gets worse every time. Some times it doesn't even phase me, then i drive over the hill next to our apartment and i see a giant line of fire heading straight for a housing track. When does a fire go from news to a disaster. It makes me wonder what i would do if everything i own burnt. I don't think it would bother me that much, or at least i hope it wouldn't bother me. On the way home tonight i wanted to go see how close we could get to the fire, then i realized that might not be a great idea. I hope you can escape the fire.

video

I love this video. Its from Sigur Ros, the song is called Glósóli. It means glowing Sun. I cant really figure out what it means though, the song is a poem about a sunrise.

I’m so confused

well i was on the internet and some how i ended up here, so i started writing. i figure this is a blog so i should write about something completely confusing and deep. yet i am sitting in my apartment listening to the beach boys and i cant think of anything that important to stress out over. so if your reading this i found out how to post a blog!

–doug