Blazewind's blog
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Blazewind
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Blazewind's blog
I saw that other members are creating blogs on this site, and I thought, "hey, I want one too." ... so, here I go. Blazewind's blog. i don't know much about blogging, but i will try anyway, I mean... it looks easy enough.
Blazewind
The only truely stupid question is the one that no one had the nerve to ask.
The only truely stupid question is the one that no one had the nerve to ask.
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Blazewind
- Posts: 260
- Joined: Tue Mar 27, 2007 9:52 pm
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- Location: wetaskiwin Alberta, Canada
Blazewind on fate
Do we, as humans really give fate ebnough credit? I often wonder about that. Case in point... my mother. She devorce my father when I was barely old enough to remember anything about him. When I was five, she married a new man. A man who turned out to be notning short of an ***hole. The family should have hated him, should by all rights have believed him good for nothing. By most acounts he was I would think. Or was he? The damage he did to our bodies did , of course heal, and the metal damage almost has after eleven years without him. What then, people may ask, does this rant, have to do with fate. Well the answer is quite simply. That man, who seemed so horrible at the time, gave a wonderfull gift to the household. My litle sister was born seventeen years ago. So much like her father in many ways, yet so unlike him in so many others. She looks just like him whaen she grins her, 'I'm right and you know I am' grin, yet the look itself have very differant implications.
I had have to call my sister, who I greatly love, an act of fate. If my mother would not have met, and later married, the man whom she calls, the greatest mistake of her life, then my sister would never have been born. I do believe that my little sister has some reason to be here on earth. She has to, or else my mother never would have met my former step father. That's just my two cents.
Fate impacts our lives in so many ways. I cannot count the number of times I have met somebody, or found something lying around somewhere, that has given mye something in life that I never knew I needed at all til I had it, [I hope that makes sense.]
I knew a woman years ago, who started a club for local wtiters. I met her when I joinned the club, looking to meet others in my community who write, and hoping to gain some insight on my projects. I gained all that, plus a best friend, the niece of the clubs founder. I will tell you what has happened to the writing group, now four years later. The lady who get the whole thing started has long since quit. The group is now run by it's members. We wanted to keep it foing, so we did. We now have new members and only a few of the original ones left now. Even the lady who became my best friend has quit. We are still friends though. I thionk that fate wanted the group formed, and wanted the friendships it made, mime is not the only one] formed.
You may call these things the resault of human beings exersizing theoir frteewill, but I disagree. I say it is fate in action. Things happening as they were intended to happen. I say that thins happen becouse our pre-written life plans need them to.
Do we, as humans really give fate ebnough credit? I often wonder about that. Case in point... my mother. She devorce my father when I was barely old enough to remember anything about him. When I was five, she married a new man. A man who turned out to be notning short of an ***hole. The family should have hated him, should by all rights have believed him good for nothing. By most acounts he was I would think. Or was he? The damage he did to our bodies did , of course heal, and the metal damage almost has after eleven years without him. What then, people may ask, does this rant, have to do with fate. Well the answer is quite simply. That man, who seemed so horrible at the time, gave a wonderfull gift to the household. My litle sister was born seventeen years ago. So much like her father in many ways, yet so unlike him in so many others. She looks just like him whaen she grins her, 'I'm right and you know I am' grin, yet the look itself have very differant implications.
I had have to call my sister, who I greatly love, an act of fate. If my mother would not have met, and later married, the man whom she calls, the greatest mistake of her life, then my sister would never have been born. I do believe that my little sister has some reason to be here on earth. She has to, or else my mother never would have met my former step father. That's just my two cents.
Fate impacts our lives in so many ways. I cannot count the number of times I have met somebody, or found something lying around somewhere, that has given mye something in life that I never knew I needed at all til I had it, [I hope that makes sense.]
I knew a woman years ago, who started a club for local wtiters. I met her when I joinned the club, looking to meet others in my community who write, and hoping to gain some insight on my projects. I gained all that, plus a best friend, the niece of the clubs founder. I will tell you what has happened to the writing group, now four years later. The lady who get the whole thing started has long since quit. The group is now run by it's members. We wanted to keep it foing, so we did. We now have new members and only a few of the original ones left now. Even the lady who became my best friend has quit. We are still friends though. I thionk that fate wanted the group formed, and wanted the friendships it made, mime is not the only one] formed.
You may call these things the resault of human beings exersizing theoir frteewill, but I disagree. I say it is fate in action. Things happening as they were intended to happen. I say that thins happen becouse our pre-written life plans need them to.
Blazewind
The only truely stupid question is the one that no one had the nerve to ask.
The only truely stupid question is the one that no one had the nerve to ask.
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Blazewind
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- Location: wetaskiwin Alberta, Canada
Blazewind on internet technology
When started second grade, I changed schools. My new classrom was small and there were not many students. My new classroom also had a computer, an old mac, which we would often be permitted to play wigh during indoor recesses due to bad weather. We also leaned to work with the mac to work on school projects. This was right around the time when people were starting to get computers in their homes. My family didn't have one though. We were lower income people and could not afford something that back then would have been more of an extravagance than a neccery item. As a result of eventually being on of the last people I know to not have a computer in my home, I was also late in finding out much about the internet.
It wasn't until I was in my teens, that I finally began to understand the implications of a network that could link most of the entire world together by home PCs, internet modems, and all that other stuff that I will never understand in a hundred years. I soon managed to jump on the worldwide bandwagon and learn how to used this new technology to research infomation, and soon after, to chat. All public liberaries had internet access by now, and it was fast becoming something almost everyone around me used.
We finally did get a computer in our own home, at a time when they were much cheaper and easier to own, and internet access was available and a good mponthly rate though the cable system. By this time, now know how to use the internet as well as most other people, and it has occured to me lately... are we moving into an age where our social lives will take place mostly over computers via the internet. Will face to face discussions become less and less common. I already am begining to see that we humans in the developed world do talk face to face alot less than I recall when I was a child.
It is not that I'm saying this is truely a bad thing, because it's rreally not for the most part. I have met people form all over the world online, people who I would otherwise never have talked to. I will likely never meet those people face to face, and that's okey. I am a modenn human being. I too am interacting more online than offline at times, because it is just not possible to do it offline. Sure I do have friends, real people who I visit with and have coffee at their houses. I speak to people in stores, and in public places, but it would be impossible to interact face to face with someone across the ocean on a daily basis. Message baords are great too. They are a great way to connect to people of similar interests, and to get and give advice. The people I and now interacting with on board are groups of people I never could hace become involved with without the invention of the internet.
When started second grade, I changed schools. My new classrom was small and there were not many students. My new classroom also had a computer, an old mac, which we would often be permitted to play wigh during indoor recesses due to bad weather. We also leaned to work with the mac to work on school projects. This was right around the time when people were starting to get computers in their homes. My family didn't have one though. We were lower income people and could not afford something that back then would have been more of an extravagance than a neccery item. As a result of eventually being on of the last people I know to not have a computer in my home, I was also late in finding out much about the internet.
It wasn't until I was in my teens, that I finally began to understand the implications of a network that could link most of the entire world together by home PCs, internet modems, and all that other stuff that I will never understand in a hundred years. I soon managed to jump on the worldwide bandwagon and learn how to used this new technology to research infomation, and soon after, to chat. All public liberaries had internet access by now, and it was fast becoming something almost everyone around me used.
We finally did get a computer in our own home, at a time when they were much cheaper and easier to own, and internet access was available and a good mponthly rate though the cable system. By this time, now know how to use the internet as well as most other people, and it has occured to me lately... are we moving into an age where our social lives will take place mostly over computers via the internet. Will face to face discussions become less and less common. I already am begining to see that we humans in the developed world do talk face to face alot less than I recall when I was a child.
It is not that I'm saying this is truely a bad thing, because it's rreally not for the most part. I have met people form all over the world online, people who I would otherwise never have talked to. I will likely never meet those people face to face, and that's okey. I am a modenn human being. I too am interacting more online than offline at times, because it is just not possible to do it offline. Sure I do have friends, real people who I visit with and have coffee at their houses. I speak to people in stores, and in public places, but it would be impossible to interact face to face with someone across the ocean on a daily basis. Message baords are great too. They are a great way to connect to people of similar interests, and to get and give advice. The people I and now interacting with on board are groups of people I never could hace become involved with without the invention of the internet.
Blazewind
The only truely stupid question is the one that no one had the nerve to ask.
The only truely stupid question is the one that no one had the nerve to ask.
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Blazewind
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Blazewind on labels
Just last week, I went, with a couple friend, and a couple relatives to a naighbouring town, when my car chose to break down. It turned out to be a ablow starter, and I got it fixed the next day. My point is though, that over lunch that day, with the car dead nearby, I brainstormed with my companions, about what to do. Many thoughts crossed our minds, from appempting to fix the car ourselves to leaving it overnight, taking a bus home, and geting it repaired at a local garage. Anyway, sitting eating, and talking, the conversation began to turn to other things. One thing led to another, and I somehow mentioned the fact that I am not afraid to die. Mind you, I don't with to die tomorrow. I just choose to accept that if it happen that i somehow did, I would rather just accept it, than go down fighting something I cannot hope to beat. I am only human afterall. I am going to die one day just like everyone else, right. My way of looking at the matter of death seems pretty safe in my mind.
Wrong! My friends, and sister promptly after my simple comment, called me emo. Yes thats right folks... emo, those people who waer the tight black clothes, and talk about how death is better than life because living is hell. All because I don't fear death. I mean come on, just because I don't fear it, it's not as though I embrace the thought of it either.
This whole insident really made me stop and think about the labels we humans use for each other in day to day life. Most of them, I fear, are wrong, and are very closed minded, and misinformed. They also don't always seem to make any sence. If my sister(she is still a tenager mind you, but that's still no real excuse), calls me a prep/geek one more time, I am really going to give her a piece of me mind. Okey, I will openly admit to being a geek. But a prep? I am most certainly not a prep. The whole reason she calls my a prep in the first place is because she thinks I'm this perfect little goody two shoes, who would never do anything wrong. She is a bit wrong. I may be a good person overall, but I am not so totally good all the time. I am human afterall.
And I am NOT emo.
Just last week, I went, with a couple friend, and a couple relatives to a naighbouring town, when my car chose to break down. It turned out to be a ablow starter, and I got it fixed the next day. My point is though, that over lunch that day, with the car dead nearby, I brainstormed with my companions, about what to do. Many thoughts crossed our minds, from appempting to fix the car ourselves to leaving it overnight, taking a bus home, and geting it repaired at a local garage. Anyway, sitting eating, and talking, the conversation began to turn to other things. One thing led to another, and I somehow mentioned the fact that I am not afraid to die. Mind you, I don't with to die tomorrow. I just choose to accept that if it happen that i somehow did, I would rather just accept it, than go down fighting something I cannot hope to beat. I am only human afterall. I am going to die one day just like everyone else, right. My way of looking at the matter of death seems pretty safe in my mind.
Wrong! My friends, and sister promptly after my simple comment, called me emo. Yes thats right folks... emo, those people who waer the tight black clothes, and talk about how death is better than life because living is hell. All because I don't fear death. I mean come on, just because I don't fear it, it's not as though I embrace the thought of it either.
This whole insident really made me stop and think about the labels we humans use for each other in day to day life. Most of them, I fear, are wrong, and are very closed minded, and misinformed. They also don't always seem to make any sence. If my sister(she is still a tenager mind you, but that's still no real excuse), calls me a prep/geek one more time, I am really going to give her a piece of me mind. Okey, I will openly admit to being a geek. But a prep? I am most certainly not a prep. The whole reason she calls my a prep in the first place is because she thinks I'm this perfect little goody two shoes, who would never do anything wrong. She is a bit wrong. I may be a good person overall, but I am not so totally good all the time. I am human afterall.
And I am NOT emo.
Blazewind
The only truely stupid question is the one that no one had the nerve to ask.
The only truely stupid question is the one that no one had the nerve to ask.
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Blazewind
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- Joined: Tue Mar 27, 2007 9:52 pm
- Gender: Female
- Location: wetaskiwin Alberta, Canada
Blazewind on the christmas/yule season
well here we are folks. Six days until christmas, and even fewer until yule. Yes folks. I do plan to celebrate both of them this year. talk about a hassle, I'll tell you. i am not close to being done with gift buying yet. i will get in within a day or two, but then I have to wrap them all. again, no really problem. i will get that done to, but boy am I bad at the art of giftwrapping. I sware most years my packages look like a four year old helped me wrap them up. don't get me wrong, I love christmastime, it's just a bit hectic. i the music that plays on the radio this time of year. a lot of it is very pretty. We have a station here that every year plays just holiday music in the month of december. I tune into that station at this time of year just to hear the music in the car, while I run errends.
I have noticed, sadly enough though, that people just aren't into the season all that much anymore it seems. I have heard hadly one person wish me or anyone else happy holidays this year, and I know several people who will openly admit that they HATE christmas music. i wonder if all the holiday bitterness has to do somehow with the comercialism of the season. it would seem that the getting of "thingys, and whatca-ma-call-its" has embittered the ones who don't get the items they want. i know a guy who has admitted to disliking christmas for that very reason. he never got gifts as good as his brother's as a child. Don't people get that ir's not about the gifts so much as the whole being with family thing. i intend to just buy very simple presants for people this year and hope they will be greatfull, and not wish I had done better with it.
Oh well. At least Yule is going to be simple.
well here we are folks. Six days until christmas, and even fewer until yule. Yes folks. I do plan to celebrate both of them this year. talk about a hassle, I'll tell you. i am not close to being done with gift buying yet. i will get in within a day or two, but then I have to wrap them all. again, no really problem. i will get that done to, but boy am I bad at the art of giftwrapping. I sware most years my packages look like a four year old helped me wrap them up. don't get me wrong, I love christmastime, it's just a bit hectic. i the music that plays on the radio this time of year. a lot of it is very pretty. We have a station here that every year plays just holiday music in the month of december. I tune into that station at this time of year just to hear the music in the car, while I run errends.
I have noticed, sadly enough though, that people just aren't into the season all that much anymore it seems. I have heard hadly one person wish me or anyone else happy holidays this year, and I know several people who will openly admit that they HATE christmas music. i wonder if all the holiday bitterness has to do somehow with the comercialism of the season. it would seem that the getting of "thingys, and whatca-ma-call-its" has embittered the ones who don't get the items they want. i know a guy who has admitted to disliking christmas for that very reason. he never got gifts as good as his brother's as a child. Don't people get that ir's not about the gifts so much as the whole being with family thing. i intend to just buy very simple presants for people this year and hope they will be greatfull, and not wish I had done better with it.
Oh well. At least Yule is going to be simple.
Blazewind
The only truely stupid question is the one that no one had the nerve to ask.
The only truely stupid question is the one that no one had the nerve to ask.
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Blazewind
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Blazewind on great ideas
Hi everyone. Sorry it's been soooo long since I last blooged. I looked back and saw that my last blog entry here was at yule. Anyway, I've been thinking lately of so many great ideas. I've been thinking I should install some shelves in my bedroom, I've been thinking of trying to grow a tiny garden on my balcony. It's occured to me to maybe put a bit of time into practicign my drawing again. I have ideas for pictures I would love to do, but i'have not got that kind of talent. Pictures always look better in my mind than I could ever make them on paper.
I've been kicking around the idea of this amazing cross Canada bus trip. It would be jsut me, traveling all alone, meeting whomever I should happen to meet on hte greyhound bus, from edmonton all the way to Halifax. of course many of my freinds try to talk me out of that one all the time. They know how excited I am about doing it, and they hate to burst my bubble, but the idea of a female on a six day bus trip one way, does not appeal to them. They suggest I could always drive. Right. Of course I could drive across Canada. But most of the reason I want to go, is to take it easy and see the senery. I can do that behind the wheel for six long day... while I am also navigating. Grrrr. Everyone worries about me too much.
I have all these great ideas for creative writing projects too. I used to think I was the next great writer who would make it. Several people would always tell me so. Than it all went nowhere. I guess I just had no good ideas. it's great to have ideas finally again. I am workign on one at the moment. It's going to be very cool, as soon as I figure out a few small problems wiht the piece. I had a major problem with mt old computer. the hard drive decided to up and drop dead on me. All my work was on htere. Most of htose pieces were incomplete. Now I have to start most of them again, with only limited out lines. Oh well. That's the nature of great ideas. You just never know where they will take you.
Hi everyone. Sorry it's been soooo long since I last blooged. I looked back and saw that my last blog entry here was at yule. Anyway, I've been thinking lately of so many great ideas. I've been thinking I should install some shelves in my bedroom, I've been thinking of trying to grow a tiny garden on my balcony. It's occured to me to maybe put a bit of time into practicign my drawing again. I have ideas for pictures I would love to do, but i'have not got that kind of talent. Pictures always look better in my mind than I could ever make them on paper.
I've been kicking around the idea of this amazing cross Canada bus trip. It would be jsut me, traveling all alone, meeting whomever I should happen to meet on hte greyhound bus, from edmonton all the way to Halifax. of course many of my freinds try to talk me out of that one all the time. They know how excited I am about doing it, and they hate to burst my bubble, but the idea of a female on a six day bus trip one way, does not appeal to them. They suggest I could always drive. Right. Of course I could drive across Canada. But most of the reason I want to go, is to take it easy and see the senery. I can do that behind the wheel for six long day... while I am also navigating. Grrrr. Everyone worries about me too much.
I have all these great ideas for creative writing projects too. I used to think I was the next great writer who would make it. Several people would always tell me so. Than it all went nowhere. I guess I just had no good ideas. it's great to have ideas finally again. I am workign on one at the moment. It's going to be very cool, as soon as I figure out a few small problems wiht the piece. I had a major problem with mt old computer. the hard drive decided to up and drop dead on me. All my work was on htere. Most of htose pieces were incomplete. Now I have to start most of them again, with only limited out lines. Oh well. That's the nature of great ideas. You just never know where they will take you.
Blazewind
The only truely stupid question is the one that no one had the nerve to ask.
The only truely stupid question is the one that no one had the nerve to ask.