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Wandering Anchorite

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About Me

I am what I am. My current maundering is planned and directed. A history of myself is hard to make brief, something that I am truly growing to appreciate. In my life, I have done many things - seen many things - yet I look back on it all and it feels so brief. Fleeting. The spray of the sea off the coast of Maui. The night markets of Taichung. The look of the Rocky Mountains getting slowly closer on the drive west from Denver. The street vendors in Venice. The glacial formations along the fjords of Alaska. The New York City Skyline. The White Cliffs of Dover. The peace of being alone on my boat. The lonliness within a crowd of a million. The freedom that comes from riding. It's funny...the smallest events we hold on to that encompass so much... What can I tell you? My timeline? Where I've lived? What I believe? How I got myself into this moment in which we now find ourselves? .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .My journey has taken me far - so far - and I know I have more to go. My next stage in life takes me into more uncharted territory, the only place it seems I am suited to travel. I can't go back, so it's up the mountain for me: fuck The Fear. So many are given what they look for and turn it away; I know I'm guilty of purposeless stagnancy, slothful waste, apathetic desire that gets us nowhere. But those paths I took led me here, and I know that here is where I must be: there is no other place for me to be! Not now. Now is all there is and yet now is fleeting, forcing us to focus on those freezeframes of life in order to bring meaning from the past to build a future. But here we are, riding the waves of consciousness through existence. Until we meet, I travel The Grid, seeking. .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .IF YOU HAVE A BANK ACCOUNT WITH A POSITIVE BALANCE YOU HAVE MORE MONEY THAN MOST OF THE OTHER PEOPLE ON YOUR PLANET . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .IT'S LIBERTY OR DEATH! IT'S FREEDOM FOR EVERYBODY OR FREEDOM FOR NOBODY! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .For those who might be interested in talking to or seeing me once I go on my journey, I reccomend downloading a program called SKYPE. Even more enjoyable is that Skype makes an add-on for MySpace IM, so if you already use your MySpace IM and put Skype on it, we can have free international videophoning. Isn't technology wonderful?
Advanced Global Personality Test Results
Extraversion |||||||||||||||| 63%
Stability |||||||||||||| 60%
Orderliness |||||||||| 33%
Accommodation |||||||||| 36%
Interdependence |||||||||||| 50%
Intellectual |||||||||||||||||||| 90%
Mystical |||||||||||||||| 70%
Artistic |||||||||||||||| 70%
Religious |||||||||||||||||||| 90%
Hedonism |||||||||||| 50%
Materialism |||||||||||| 50%
Narcissism |||||||||||||||| 63%
Adventurousness |||||||||||||||||||| 90%
Work ethic |||||||||||||||| 63%
Self absorbed |||||||||||||||||||| 83%
Conflict seeking |||||||||||||||| 70%
Need to dominate |||||||||||||||| 70%
Romantic |||||||||||||||| 70%
Avoidant |||||||||||| 50%
Anti-authority |||||||||||||||||||| 83%
Wealth |||||||||||| 50%
Dependency |||||| 30%
Change averse |||| 16%
Cautiousness |||||||||||||||||| 76%
Individuality |||||||||||||||||||| 83%
Sexuality |||||||||||||||||||| 90%
Peter pan complex |||||||||||||||| 63%
Physical security |||||||||||||||||||| 83%
Physical Fitness |||||||||| 37%
Histrionic |||||||||||||||| 63%
Paranoia |||||||||||||||| 63%
Vanity |||||||||||||||| 70%
Hypersensitivity |||||||||||| 50%
Female cliche |||||||||||| 43%I edited my profile with Thomas Myspace Editor V4.4 (www.strikefile.com/myspace)

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Music:

In no particular order...Dilated Peoples, Jurassic 5, Immortal Technique, DJ Shadow, DJ Krush, RJD2, Massive Attack, Coldplay, Explosions in the Sky, Elton John, Johnny Cash, David Bowie, Less Then Jake, Green Day, Ice Cube, Alice in Chains, Stone Temple Pilots, The Wallflowers, Rage Against The Machine, Smashing Pumpkins, Phil Collins, Cake, Tortoise, OutKast, Nas, Jay-Z, Tupac, Biggie, Mannheim Steamroller, Gangs of New York Soundtrack, Bourne Supremacy Soundtrack, Man on Fire Soundtrack, Kingdom of Heaven Soundtrack, Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon Soundtrack, Bill Withers, Tower of Power, Sly and The Family Stone, U2, Method Man, Wu-Tang Clan, Blues Traveler, 311, Zero 7, Eric Clapton, B.B. King, Apex Theory, Five for Fighting, Juno Reactor, Goldfinger, Propagandhi, NO F/X, The Beach Boys, Santana, Everlast, Kid Rock, Nelly Furtado, Incubus, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Tears For Fears, The Offspring, Limp Bizkit, Marilyn Manson, P.O.D., The Spin Doctors, Blink 182, Thievery Corporation, The Who, etc.

Movies:

What does a scanner see? Into the head? Down into the heart? Does it see into me, into us? Clearly or darkly? I hope it sees clearly, because I can't any longer see into myself. I see only murk. I hope for everyone's sake the scanners do better. Because if the scanner sees only darkly, the way I do, then I'm cursed and cursed again. I'll only wind up dead this way, knowing very little, and getting that little fragment wrong too.

Television:

Because we do not know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. And yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, an afternoon that is so deeply a part of your being that you cannot conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four, or five times more? Perhaps not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless.

Books:

There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman, some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze...and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable...I simply am not there...I have all the characteristics of a human being: blood, flesh, skin, hair; but not a single, clear, identifiable emotion, except for greed and disgust. Something horrible is happening inside of me and I don't know why. My nightly bloodlust has overflown into my days. I feel...lethal...on the verge of frenzy. I think my mask of sanity is about to slip.There are no more barriers to cross. All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane - the vicious and the evil - all the mayhem I have caused and my utter indifference toward it I have now surpassed. My pain is constant and sharp and I do not hope for a better world for anyone. In fact, I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape. But even after admitting this there is no catharsis...my punishment continues to elude me and I gain no deeper knowledge of myself; no new knowledge can be extracted from my telling. This confession has meant...nothing...

Heroes:

Alain Aspect. Go ahead: look him up. Look at that mustache. Guy's gotta' be a genius to be that crazy.

My Blog

A Blog For Everyone

First, allow me to express my appreciation to everyone.  That's right, everyone.  Every person who's been concerned enough about me to call and check on me; this entire experience has been...
Posted by Wandering Anchorite on Mon, 31 Dec 2007 07:16:00 PST

How The Bells

Hark! how the bells,Sweet silver bells,All seem to say, "Throw cares away." Christmas is hereBringing good cheerTo young and oldMeek and the bold. I have less than forty-five minutes to write t...
Posted by Wandering Anchorite on Tue, 25 Dec 2007 09:08:00 PST

Eat Yo’ Sa’ma’nilla Errrvryday!

One of the things I hadn't counted on with this whole endeavor across the planet is my need to be immune to things I just take for granted not having to be immune to.  Things like typhoid.  ...
Posted by Wandering Anchorite on Mon, 17 Dec 2007 06:58:00 PST

One Of My Stranger Blogs

I always write when I'm upset.  What is that?  Sure, there's times when I feel like writing in a positive light, but these feelings quickly pass.  I've begun to doubt my content.  ...
Posted by Wandering Anchorite on Sat, 08 Dec 2007 09:26:00 PST

Hopes and Dreams

A long time ago a friend told me about goals.  He explained that without goals you'll never get anywhere.  Anyone can dream, but only the successful have goals, because goals make dreams ach...
Posted by Wandering Anchorite on Fri, 09 Nov 2007 05:11:00 PST

This Makes No Sense

I talk too much.  As you can tell from my writing, I can be an exhausting motherfucker.  High energy, high expectation.  But there's ultimately that moment where you're left alone with ...
Posted by Wandering Anchorite on Sun, 04 Nov 2007 11:12:00 PST

Hero

I haven't written in a long time.  For most of you, you know that any day where I've written less than a thousand words is a day where I haven't written very much.  As for the rest...well......
Posted by Wandering Anchorite on Sat, 03 Nov 2007 09:32:00 PST

My Truest Friend

So I look at my statistics on here and from what I can tell my profile has seen just shy of 7,000 views, and just over a thousand people have viewed at least one of my blogs. I gotta' say...that makes...
Posted by Wandering Anchorite on Fri, 02 Nov 2007 04:58:00 PST

Spend Some Time

Love's a funny thing.  Hate, too.  Like existential and nihilistic stormclouds seperated by the Great Eye of Indifference.  The whole tempest is a sort of battlefield, a place we all go...
Posted by Wandering Anchorite on Fri, 12 Oct 2007 04:01:00 PST

Pathetic

I'm a strong thinker, a powerful dreamer.  Often dreams can seem so real that sometimes it's hard for me to know the difference.  Maybe the song is right.  Maybe we're just rowing along...
Posted by Wandering Anchorite on Tue, 02 Oct 2007 02:51:00 PST