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| So, I doubt I'll be updating on Xanga very much anymore. Not that I never feel like blogging about my personal life or anything. Only that I rarely feel like blogging about my personal life.
So by all means, continue reading my political blog at quibblingpotatoes.blogspot.com, and find me on Facebook. You really should go to quibblingpotatoes.blogspot.com. It's election season, after all, and I'm thinking about liveblogging November 4th. What a fantastic day it will be for map lovers and arithmeticians and people who enjoy gazing at primary colors!
Goodnight, Xanga! May your archives remain free to peruse!
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| Totally rooting for Croatia in men's water polo now. Mustache Madness Carries Croatia | | |
| Unconditional - this term is, I think, a lie. Actually, I think it's only partially a lie. When it comes to singular events and deeds in the present, it can be true. When it comes to deeds in the past, it is redundant but true. However, when it comes to events in the future, there is nothing that can be classified as truly unconditional. There's always a condition. Like if a prosecutor promises an informant that he will grant him an unconditional pardon in exchange for valuable testimony, the obvious condition is the usefulness of that testimony, but the less obvious condition is the unbreakable promise. What if the prosecutor was lying? What if the judge lies? What if both of them get killed unexpectedly and get replaced by less sympathetic individuals? Something is only as unconditional as a promise is unbreakable. Like love. What if someone says they love you unconditionally? It's just like a promise. That's sort of like a promise to always think Batman is the best movie in the world from now until eternity. You just can't know that sort of thing. Maybe the next movie you see will be better, or maybe your tastes will change and you'll start liking Spiderman better. I used to think Clerks was the best movie ever. I don't anymore. Why should love be any different. It's like having faith in your own emotions. Your own varying, fickle, temporary emotions. I'm not one to put much faith into anything, really, so why should I say that I love someone unconditionally? Just because I haven't stopped loving someone doesn't mean that I never will. It's just too risky to say that you love someone unconditionally because there will always be a condition. You can try, sure, but there are no guarantees in life. P.S. The same logic applies to unconditional withdrawl from Iraq. What if Baghdad gets absolutely destroyed by a well-organized horde of militants in a single afternoon? Could we still with any good conscience withdraw from that fight just because we set up a timetable? There should always be a condition, as in, "if conditions don't deteriorate too bad, we will be able to withdraw forces by xx-xx-20xx." Anyways, back to work. | | |
| Got back from Dallas, and tomorrow I leave on a giant train trip to New York, eventually. In life, sometimes you have to step backwards to go forwards, and on Amtrak, sometimes you have to go south in order to go northeast. So tomorrow I'll be going to Fort Worth, and from there Longview and Texarkana and Little Rock. At this time tomorrow night, I'll be somewhere around Poplar Bluff, MO.
Follow my exploits on Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/railrunner
Unfortunately, I caught a cold while in Dallas. This morning I felt like this:
But I'm feeling much better now!
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| I've crossed the Mississippi River eight times in my life: twice on I-40 and once on I-55 at Memphis, once on I-80 by the Quad Cities of Iowa and Illinois, twice on the I-70 bridge at St. Louis, once at Cairo, IL, and once near I-72 at Hannibal, MO. After July 8, I will have crossed the Mississippi River two more times: via a rail bridge by St. Louis, I think.
I'm going to visit Jacob in New York via Amtrak! I'm leaving on July 2nd and arriving at Penn Square Station in New York City on July 4. The tickets cost as much as a flight, with the added benefit of arriving approximately 50 hours after a similarly priced flight would arrive! But I've always wanted to take a train, and seeing as how Amtrak service to central Oklahoma is already sort of an anomaly anyways, I decided to take advantage of the opportunity with a huge trip.
Alyson is not going to be with me, and I will miss her, but this is one of those trips that would not be possible if she were to be going with me. The logistics of one person going are already difficult; two people would have been mindboggling, particularly since we own dogs and refuse to board them.
I don't think trains have the kind of anti-terrorist bomb security that airplanes do, which means that the Federal Railroad Administration has never seen the end of V for Vendetta, but it should also mean a less hassle-filled trip. Plus there's food.
As for tomorrow, I'm in Dallas for the annual everybody-has-a-birthday-at-the-same-time party with Alyson's family. Because cramming everyone's name into "Happy Birthday" never gets old.
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