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jinyu
Age. 33
Gender. Female
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Location Denver, CO
School. Other
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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)
Crane Count
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
(cumulative)
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Moon Mod!
CURRENT MOON
To Read:
- Carrie
- Dream of the Red Chamber
- Time to Kill
- Scent of the Missing
- Stiff
Nano mod!
Nephew
Monday. 3.3.14 12:03 pm
Today, I await the coming of my newest family member. I am not sure when he is going to come, but he's coming soon. Whatever day he comes, I will remember my newest family member on that day, every year, for the remainder of my life. A new holiday in my life is being born! I wonder what day he will choose? What will the weather be like? What will we be like? What will our lines be in his personal nativity play? I don't know, because he's still coming.

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Something I've been working on: Theo
Thursday. 2.27.14 11:44 am
Theo stared out at the cold muddy floor and let out a low sigh.
“Theo?” Periolos asked.
“Oliver Peregrine,” Theo said dimly, as though pummeling a drum.
“Theo,” Periolos said, smiling. He tried to show his face to his friend as he came closer, as if hoping the smile could rub off on him.
“Not now,” Theo grumbled.
Periolos’ eyes narrowed, “What?”
“What is the point?” Theo asked.
“Of what?”
“Of this? People are going to fight and bleed and die, and what for? For new people to be charge for a while. For new people to bicker and curse at one another until they die and leave it to their worthless children, that’s what. Them being no better than us.”
“That’s a grim picture of our future, Theo,” Periolos said, “I am grateful that this is not the future we’re headed towards.”
“But, Periolos, don’t you agree that we cannot always be revolting? Our oppressors, who are they? Who are they when we replace the old with new oppressors.”
Periolos sat down and thought about this and then he said, “Well, I guess that’s why God gave them you.”
Theo gave Periolos an uncertain expression, one that involved a little eyebrow and a lot of creasing about the nose.
“Don’t mistake me, Theo. There are plenty of great men who chase greatness, who turn their plows toward it, who mine it out of the dust, but some men are asked. Some men have greatness put before them, because it would not come to them any other way, and because the world needs them to take it up.”
“So, I’ve been given this. That’s why I’m doing it?” Theo said suspiciously, “I am not inspired, Periolos.”
“Then don’t be,” Periolos snorted, “But those people out there, they need Theo Harin, not some boy weeping in a tent.”
“But Theo Harin is the boy weeping in the tent,” Theo contested.
Periolos held his hand, “And now he need to be the man that comes out of it."

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Do You Really Want It?
Sunday. 2.16.14 10:55 am
So watching this:



Pretty dang... inspiring? If we were speaking Christianese (which I suppose, from this point forward we are), this would be what we would call "convicting", convicting because-- think of the things that you would give up breathing for.

For God, I am devoted, I am impassioned, but even now, I'm could be running out, hands held high, praising the onslaught on Sunday, rejoicing the opportunity to worship my Lord and Savior at the altar of my fathers, but-- I am going to the later service. I read the bible and hear amazing stories about people and their faith, about how they would lay down their life before giving up their faith, how they would suffer starvation and brutalization for it. I admire it, but in a way that I feel is sadly lukewarm, I'm not exactly itching to get started.

For writing, there was a time when I would go down into the basement and write my novels, and I would not remember if I had eaten. There were times, when I did not have something to work on and I would get anxious and restless. I would have fantastic dreams, like someone on malaria medicine, and only when I started writing again would the dreams stop, the anxiety stop, the restlessness stop, but- I wouldn't give up breathing for it. I rarely give up sleep for it. I throw myself against the wall repeatedly and come up with fiction, but really? Do I want it bad enough?

And so this being Sunday and I am, as they say, "convicted". Do I want what i want to want badly enough?-- Do you?

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Sunday. 2.2.14 12:06 pm
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Monday. 1.27.14 7:30 pm
More Wishlists:

- Pocket Monkey
- Hoboroll
- Settlers of Catan
- Violin Music
- "Hiking with Your Dog" Book
- The Zak George Superfetch
- Well Fed 1 , 2 or Paleo comfort foods

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The Party
Saturday. 1.25.14 9:03 pm
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