I am the lead singer and rhythm guitarist in "Rubywood" - an alt-rock band with soothing melodies and screaming guitar riffs........boy, that didn't sound too trite at all.
Other than that, I'm working for my PhD in research psychology, enjoy coors light, football, doin the crossword, shootin' stick, and searching for answers (rather than ascribing the title 'great unknown' to every question not yet asked).
Research, literature, world theories, ROCK MUSIC!!!!!!!!!!! Shootin' Pool
The following is one of the final paragraphs from Dostoevsky's brilliant exploration of the guilty conscience Crime and Punishment. If this passage elicits any emotion from you - good or bad - then you're the kind of person I want to meet. (And if the length scares you - I can guarantee we have nothing in common).
Remember: at the crossroads of I Know and They Say lies the choice of existence.
He was in the hospital from the middle of Lent till after Easter. When he was better, he remembered the dreams he had had while he was feverish and delirious. He dreamt that the whole world was condemned to a terrible new strange plague that had come to Europe from the depths of Asia. All were to be destroyed except a very few chosen. Some new sorts of microbes were attacking the bodies of men, but these microbes were endowed with intelligence and will. Men attacked by them became at once mad and furious. But never had men considered themselves so intellectual and so completely in possession of the truth as these sufferers, never had they considered their decisions, their scientific conclusions, their moral convictions so infallible. Whole villages, whole towns and peoples went mad from the infection. All were excited and did not understand one another. Each thought that he alone had the truth and was wretched looking at the others, beat himself on the breast, wept, and wrung his hands. They did not know how to judge and could not agree what to consider evil and what good; they did not know whom to blame, whom to justify. Men killed each other in a sort of senseless spite. They gathered together in armies against one another, but even on the march the armies would began attacking each other, the ranks would be broken and the soldiers would fall on each other, stabbing and cutting, biting and devouring each other. The alarm bell was ringing all day in the towns; men rushed together, but why they were summoned and who was summoning them no one knew. The most ordinary trades were abandoned, because everyone proposed his own ideas, his own improvements, and they could not agree. The land too was abandoned. Men met in groups, agreed on something, swore to keep together, but at once began on something quite different from what they had proposed. They accused one another, fought and killed eachother. There were conflagrations and famine. All men and all things were involved in destruction. The plague spread and moved further and further. Only a few men could be saved in the whole world. they were a pure chosen people, destined to found a new race and a new life, to renew and purify the earth, but no one had seen these men, no one had heard their words and their voices.
Better Than Ezra, Three Dog Night, Tonic, Splender
Braveheart, Shawshank, Dead Poets, Affliction, Green Street Hooligans
Carnivale, Battlestar Galactica, LOST, 4400, BROTHERHOOD(this show ECLIPSES The Sopranos)
Catcher in the Rye, Fingerprints of the Gods, Atlas Shrugged, A Separate Peace, Ender's Game, Haunted,................. just continue from here if you'd like
Dad