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jinyu
Age. 37
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Location Denver, CO
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Sprocket's Training Milestones
Came home (Aug 2, 2014)
Asked to go outside (Aug 5, 2014)
Slept 4 hours straight (night) (Aug 5-6, 2014)
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7/3/13 - 8
7/4/13 - 30
7/5/13 - 36
7/10/13 - 54
7/11/13 - 57
7/18/13 - 67
2/17/14 - 83
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I <3 Huckabee - an article in review
Friday. 3.4.11 5:16 pm
I really like Huckabee. I like his attitude. I am thinking about it because I was reading yahoo news again. It just struck me that I am on one of those people in the polls who would say he was "likable". He's likable because he seems to respect everyone else. If he is going to make a statement about someone's actions, that is as far as it goes. This is the segment taken from the article:

"Natalie is an extraordinary actor, very deserving of her recent Oscar and I am glad she will marry her baby's father," Huckabee said. "My comments were about the statistical reality that most single moms are very poor, under-educated, can't get a job, and if it weren't for government assistance, their kids would be starving to death. That's the story that we're not seeing, and it's unfortunate that society often glorifies and glamorizes the idea of having children out of wedlock."


In this, he starts with a genuine compliment (everyone knows she deserves that Oscar) and says that she is happy that her decisions are working out for her, which everyone can see that they are. Then, he points out why he is concerned about this idea on a more globalized level, all the while never saying anything bad about Portman. That shows respect.


In fact, thinking about it, I would say that being able to disagree with people respectfully is a top quality for a president. That is half of what the job is. Really, being president is about leading a country with disparate views. In leading, you are not, in fact, wandering blindly towards something because that's what leaders do, but rather reasonably assessing what everyone in the group wants to do and then telling everyone that this will be what actually happens. That is to say a leader is a filter for opinions designed to reconcile differing viewpoints so that people can actually move about together in an organized group.


I respect that he has opinions, but mostly because he can have them while respecting everyone else. That is not to say he has a laissez faire attitude towards matters of public affairs, but rather that he has his opinions and treats respectfully the people who have different ones. Like the article mentions with Michelle Obama, he does not throw out the baby with the bathwater. He does not allow his opinions on Barak Obama's policy making obscure his respect for what Michelle Obama is doing with obesity. So circularly, I think I could respect him, because he seems to respect everyone else.


I kind of hope he runs. If it were me, I think I would like to see Obama and Huckabee running for president, because I think that would be a contest that would bring out the best in both combatants. Personally, I would vote for Huckabee.

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The Dog
Saturday. 2.26.11 10:51 am
As I walked in the door of the bar I was greeted by a black lab. It was not a black lab in the manner of the standard: stocky and somehow small. It was a lab like you would see in a painting. It was an ambling lab, silky brush-like fur and dark pooling black eyes and a nose that sniffed away at my jacket. It was smelling all the other dogs that I had been with the week before, it was the only way to explain its fascination. It was as though my friends at the shelter had left little messages for this dog to follow and so it stood, studiously devouring the books written upon my sleeves.

"I think you are his favorite person in this place right now," my friend said.

"I think he's mine," I said softly and I gently stroked his sculpted head.

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New Things
Tuesday. 2.22.11 7:35 am
Well, I met my new coworker, today. I was so glad. She seems like such a nice person. I also get the new kindy class. That should be wonderful. I love the babies.

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Welcome to College
Monday. 2.21.11 10:15 am
Be it extremely emotional, controversial, messed up, or whatever, this entry has been password protected.

If you know it, enter it; or, ask me for it.

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Dizzy and the Subject of Existence
Sunday. 2.20.11 9:09 am
When I was younger I had a dog named Dizzy. Now, none of you know that apart from the fact that I told you that it was so. It is infinitely possible that my entire family and I imagined the dog and invented our memories of her, but it is not so. There are infinite ways that you can argue for her lack of existence, it is not exactly as though I kept her collar and while there are a few pictures, who knows, I could have fabricated those as well. The thing is, after a while, it is just silly to keep on denying that the dog existed. In fact, if we continue to argue about the most basic principle of her existence, then I doubt I will ever get a chance to say anything that might actually be interesting about her.

Such is God.

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The Goddess
Saturday. 2.19.11 7:58 am
The laughter died down around as the woman finished her story.

�So you have been to Alitor, Migram and even Soloth. Where haven�t you been?� the bartender asked pouring her another full glass of mead.

�What about before that?� asked the man next to her. The girl tossed her glossy hair as though to begin another chapter of her story, but suddenly her smile faded.

�What�s wrong?� the man asked, suddenly concerned.

The girl smiled meekly and then replied, �Well, in my home country, I was a goddess.�

A roar of laughter erupted from the crowd.

�Those dumb country people,� declared one man uproariously, �I bet you had your pick of temple slaves back then.�

They all shared a collective chuckle.

The girl shook her head, �Don�t call them dumb.�

Everyone fell silent.

�They all believed in something. I think, somewhere, we all do. They just thought that it was me.�


It all began on the frigid steps of Nortalto. I was born in the dead of winter. The midwife swore that I had died, but by some miracle, I came back to life. On the same night, the goddess who had come before me passed away. They believed, that night, that her soul was given over to me making me her successor.

There is no real way you can prepare a child to be a goddess, but the people of the village tried. I was immediately given over to the priests and priestesses. They raised me in the way of the word, telling me all of the customs of our people. This is where I learned to read and write. I learned a lot from them and they were all very kind to me. When I was determined to have come of age, I was set up in the high temple with the temple virgins. I was instructed to hear the complaints of the people and give them answers according to my own divine intuition.

Now, you must understand, I was never told to doubt that I was in fact a god. There was many gods in those days and it was not too remarkable to believe that our village had its own. Religion was not persecuted as it is in the city.

The people who came to me had many problems and I gave them the best wisdom I had available to me. I was confident in it because I believed that I was special, but for someone like myself, it was not always possible to ignore my imperfections. Perhaps it was harder than it is for others.

There was a woman who came to be complained of being barren. I told her that she should place a root under her bed, for that is our custom. She did so for three years and no child came.

A man came asking me to bless his goat. The goat was very sick. Its coarse hair was patching all over and its eyes seemed to be smoky and distant. I lay my hands upon its head and said a prayer over it, but the goat died the very same night.

Yet again, a man came to me having been injured in an accident with the plow. He asked me if I could cure his leg. Looking at the leg, I knew there was nothing that I could do. I shook my head and turned him away, but was unable to explain to him why.

These incidents, spread apart over the years, were not as common as one might expect. The people believed in me. Their goddess did provide for them. The crops grew long and healthy and the village prospered. You see, as odd as it may sound to you, I began to feel the spirit of my village�s goddess. I felt her in the wind, I felt her in the soil beneath my feet, I even felt her in me, but I soon realized that she was not me.

At the end of three years, the woman was given a baby boy.

After the man had grieved his only remaining goat, he bought a flock of sheep from a traveler and grew it to be one of the largest flocks in the village.

The man who's leg had been severed became a priest of our order and spent his time among the children of the village, taking care of them while their mothers and fathers were away in the fields.

It was like a glittering thread of gold that glinted off every petal in the world. It was like a breath and a heartbeat that flowed through everything I ever knew. It was so much a part of it, I could hardly tell the fabric from it's maker. For me, this became the goddess.

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