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an appropriate title
http://jimlad.furiousthinking.org/2011/02/28/an-appropriate-title
A Tale from Two Thousand and Six. The Annals of Jimlad. Where I was born. I’ve used a lower case title to indicate humility. It’s been over seven months. I’d managed at least one a month before that. I had to explain the lower case signficance because you clearly hadn’t picked up on the other little hint. That I’d stopped blogging. In letting go of this blog, I should at least have the decency to conclude the series of blogs I was writing about my struggle to let go of deeper things: trying to feel in co...
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Uncategorized
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A Tale from Two Thousand and Six. The Annals of Jimlad. Where I was born. On 28 Feb, 2011. I’ve used a lower case title to indicate humility. It’s been over seven months. I’d managed at least one a month before that. I had to explain the lower case signficance because you clearly hadn’t picked up on the other little hint. That I’d stopped blogging. In letting go of this blog, I should at least have the decency to conclude the series of blogs I was writing about my struggle to let go of deeper things: try...
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Attempted Poetry
http://jimlad.furiousthinking.org/category/poemsdrafts-i-came-up-with
A Tale from Two Thousand and Six. The Annals of Jimlad. Where I was born. Something experienced just a few months earlier. On 27 May, 2010. It was a couple of months before Oxegen and the Chili Pepper Epiphany. And I was walking home from an interview. My head gets clogged up. Does it ever happen to you? He has a degree in biology so maybe he’s right. Does my head gets clogged up because I’m a little far right or left? You may have noticed a certain capacity for crazy, no? Crackling fire licks ash, formi...
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Chief Emporer, a portrait in relief
http://jimlad.furiousthinking.org/2010/05/17/chief-emporer-a-portrait-in-relief
A Tale from Two Thousand and Six. The Annals of Jimlad. Where I was born. Chief Emporer, a portrait in relief. BellX1 aired themselves for our benefit, followed by Placebo as we wandered across the sunny, swampy field. I think BellX1 were actually singing specifically for me, desperately trying to get in my good graces. It worked. They are good. Food! To this day it niggles at my dreams. Those same words describe The Kaiser Chief’s tunes. Why did I not realise this until I saw them live? They do have som...
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On why it is hard to let go
http://jimlad.furiousthinking.org/2010/06/09/on-why-it-is-hard-to-let-go
A Tale from Two Thousand and Six. The Annals of Jimlad. Where I was born. On why it is hard to let go. Letting go wasn’t as easy as I thought it would be. I’d learned to focus on where I was and what I was doing instead of on inner thoughts and feelings, but those inner feelings were messy, and clingy. I had tried to let go of the wrongs I had suffered many times but was afraid. If I stopped paying attention to them if I stopped struggling would I end up passing them on to others? But letting go took eff...
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The Eighth and Final Sound
http://jimlad.furiousthinking.org/2010/05/21/the-eighth-and-final-sound
A Tale from Two Thousand and Six. The Annals of Jimlad. Where I was born. The Eighth and Final Sound. Aaah, just thinking of the last act sends my mind awash with pure peaceful fluid gold. Two circumstances then conspired to disrupt this peace. First, the World Cup match viewed on the cinema screen at the camping site was now over. There had been a minor riot (ie. A few chairs being thrown at people, no one actually maimed) because of people standing in the way of other viewers. No No, discomfort ensued ...
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In case you didn’t figure it out yet..
http://jimlad.furiousthinking.org/2010/06/06/in-case-you-didnt-figure-it-out-yet
A Tale from Two Thousand and Six. The Annals of Jimlad. Where I was born. In case you didn’t figure it out yet. Thoughts are like an itch I must scratch. Why, and what am I trying so hard to control? Is life experienced, so dangerous? Well, evil likes to repeat itself in the beholder. Unforgiveness, that awful degeneration of soul and psyche. Sins punished to the third and fourth generations, Family Feuds, Tribal Feuds, International Feuds. Walking home that May day, I had no idea of a. It had come out o...
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2011 February
http://jimlad.furiousthinking.org/2011/02
A Tale from Two Thousand and Six. The Annals of Jimlad. Where I was born. On 28 Feb, 2011. I’ve used a lower case title to indicate humility. It’s been over seven months. I’d managed at least one a month before that. I had to explain the lower case signficance because you clearly hadn’t picked up on the other little hint. That I’d stopped blogging. In letting go of this blog, I should at least have the decency to conclude the series of blogs I was writing about my struggle to let go of deeper things: try...
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Real Pictures
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A Tale from Two Thousand and Six. The Annals of Jimlad. Where I was born. Couldn’t think of a title. On 19 May, 2010. A Tale from Two Thousand and Six. Now, since you’ve been such good readers, I’ve gone and drawn you an actual picture. Don’t be givin out about me leavin me camera in the car now. Or I’ll bate ya. And then Saturday was over (It was now Sunday). On 15 May, 2010. A Tale from Two Thousand and Six. Which meant we were rushing to get to the Kooks on time, the second day. On 24 Apr, 2010. We ha...
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A Tale from Two Thousand and Six
http://jimlad.furiousthinking.org/category/a-tale-from-two-thousand-and-six
A Tale from Two Thousand and Six. The Annals of Jimlad. Where I was born. On 24 May, 2010. A Tale from Two Thousand and Six. A child had been lost by some family at the last concert. I wanted to know if she had been found but when I asked, the security guard thought I was asking if he’d found my kidney, so I never found out. We trudged on. There were a few girls dancing to disco music at their car and asking for reassurance that no, we weren’t leaving because of their music. The Eighth and Final Sound.
