Somewhere Down the Road

Sometimes it's the most basic things that can just bring an otherwise crappy week or even a crappy few months completly around. On thursday I received my Barry Manilow Music and Passion Live from Las Vegas DVD (the same show I went to). So I watched it that night, it and all of the bonus features. But inside the bonus features were the cut songs from the show, Barry sang them special for the DVD. It's funny I must listened to this song dozens of times before, but only now does it actually make sense. It just sums up this whold past four months into one song that song is "Somewhere Down the Road", of course by Barry Manilow. It just brings a smile to my face each and every time I hear it.

Listen to it here (Real Player Required)


We had the right love
At the wrong time
Guess I always knew inside
I wouldn't have you for a long time

Those dreams of yours
Are shining on distant shores
And if they're calling you away
I have no right to make you stay

But somewhere down the road
Our roads are gonna cross again
It doesn't really matter when
But somewhere down the road
I know that heart of yours
Will come to see
That you belong with me

Sometimes good-byes are not forever
It doesn't matter if you're gone
I still believe in us together
I understand more than you think I can
You have to go out on your own
So you can find your way back home

And somewhere down the road
Our roads are gonna cross again
It doesn't really matter when
But somewhere down the road
I know that heart of yours
Will come to see
That you belong with me
Letting go is just another way to say
I'll always love you so

We had the right love
At the wrong time
Maybe we've only just begun
Maybe the best is yet to come
'Cause

Somewhere down the road
Our roads are gonna cross again
It doesn't really matter when
But somewhere down the road
I know that heart of yours
Will come to see
That you belong
With me

Nothing Sexual about this

And for anyone thinking about anything other then loading a seal delivery vehicle into its dry habitat ought to be punished.

Britney

Well not that I have posted about it very often for fear of being called a panzy, but I have to put this out there for everybody. After a seemingly endless peroid of little or no Britney, she will be appearing on the Will and Grace show tonight at 1900C. Everybody knows what I am going to be doing about that time, and I'll give you a hint it has nothing to do with a Toaster.

Generation Trance

My two favorite Techno/Trance DJ's team up at Club Heavon. Oh yeah I wish I could have been there.

Smoke Detectors and a Radioactive Boyscout

» Smoke Detectors and a Radioactive Boyscout

This is an article Joe sent me. Ahhh so I was right Scouts will rule the universe, I know Kirk was not a Boy Scout but you have to wonder about Picard huh. Oh yeah

Tools of the trade

Fond du Lac Reporter - Tools of the trade

Finally people are begining to realize that the more you educate your youth in what they actually need the better off you will be go Fondy.

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Today I found out that one of my friends down here at PV lost his sister in a car accident monday night. MIDN Perry is really hurting and just left on a flight for home. Keep him in your prayers, he is a good person and definatly has the potential to be a great officer, help him get through the rest of this semester.

Scouts will rule the world

2+2=5

A few of my friends were nice enough this past weekend to take me to a few movies, Inside Man, Eight below, and V for Vendetta. Inside Man seemed to me like a Thomas Crown Affair rip off, but it was still a great movie. Eight Below was Homeward Bound mixed with iron will, you know your typical Disney movie. But V for Vendetta, now there is a movie for you. It is by far one of the best movies I have ever seen, it has everything, violence love and intellect. Oh my god go see that movie I can’t even explain it. Its just so good. Orwell’s 1984, and Romeo Juliet mixed. That’s all I have to say about that.

So for the past week I have been trying to get in contact with my Discrete Math teacher to discuss my “Wrong midterm grade”. Here is the thing though, he is only on campus on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. And on top of that he only has one hour each day for this office hours. Then he is never in his office during his office times. So finally today “during class” I finally got him to schedule a special time for me to come and discuss with him on Friday of this week. Now I don’t consider myself to be like a genius or anything, but normally when one of your students is trying to get in contact with you and you are basically blowing them off, that says you just are not that good of a teacher or you just basically you just give a damn. Anyway I am a bit frustrated with him right now as I am sure you can all probly tell.

Otherwise I am attempting to figure out just what exactly I am going to do this Easter, I want to go home, but at the same time I don’t, I could go and visit my cousin in Midland, which is sounding good right now but I am sure that will change by the end of the day tomorrow. To tell the truth right now I am just considering staying here in the room Chris will not be here and I will have a weekend all to myself. Maybe catch up on some sleep or something. Don’t know.
The gym continues to offer a good way to take out my frustrations and even after only a few days I can see the ol’guns from High School starting to come back. Nights have been really hard lately not sleeping very much and when I do sleep its not good sleep. Sheila suggested looking into a few medicines that would help, I am going to have to check those out here in the next few days.

Automating Future Aircraft Carriers

Slashdot | Automating Future Aircraft Carriers


Hmmm Interesting article plus a good read. Check it out.

George Carlon

SpaceX launches — and loses — first rocket - Space News - MSNBC.com

SpaceX launches and loses

This is too bad if I remember correctly this is the same type of rocket that is scheduled to bring James Doohan's ashes into space. It really was a promising looking technology. Mabye next time. So Scotty when ashes are aboard hope make it to where few have gone before.

The Fabric of our lives

Today has been one of the hardest yet.


With an almost endless list of busy work and chores to complete before my one o’clock class, including laundry, housing payments and a meeting with a teacher, Chris and I sat down at the coffee table and flipped on the TV for a few minutes before the laundry matt opened. A steaming cup of Joe found itself almost empty in a matter of a few sips. The weather channel, Fox news, you know the daily special everyone watches to make sure the world did not end in their sleep. But soon the news and weather gave way to a program I have learned to love entitled The Bernie Mack Show…….

And there it was in all of its glory a shirt. Luckily the majority of the black liquid had been consumed for suddenly my entire body felt as if I was pulling 9’g in an F-14. My hands began to shake and my eyes turned into Niagra Falls. There on the TV worn by the oldest daughter of the show it was. You see this was not just any shirt, this was the shirt I had taken Kim’s first real picture in. Green and white stripes with a simple string tie V-Neck. Always looking gorgous in that shirt, oh how I loved it when she put it on. So many memories have been associated with that little piece of cotton. I remember it like it was yesterday when I took those first pictures. My beautiful was so nervous, but smiled with her metal teeth anyway. I mean something so small and I cant get it out of my head. I miss Kim so much.

I can't believe its not Butter....

Sorry everyone for not really updating SyNONYM. I have accumulated so many stories in the past months that either I have started to write and never finished or just have not had the mindset yet to write. With most of the stories being somehow related to Kim its hard most of the time to keep my mind focused. As for myself life goes on an hour at a time, I just really cant type what I feel right now. I only can say to all of you think back to when you think you had found that one true love and that one true love disappeared or slipped away from your hands. My room mate Chris has also been a pretty big help lately, not in an emotional way but in a guy way. Tuesday we decided to go and make an impulse purchase, we went out and got a home gym like a bowflex. He’s working on passing his PRT, and right now it’s a really good way for me to get rid of some of my anger and general frustrations. We had to move the Kitchen table to the center of the room to make room for the Gym. So far its been a real big hit with our visitors, room 1425 is what you could call a pretty good bachelor pad right about now. Hey plus I might even get back into decent shape in a while.

Sleeping has been fairly difficult as of lately, keeping my mind busy during the day is not normally a problem but at night that good ol gray lump of protein gets firing. Well have to see what comes of that hopefully I wont need any medicine or anything. I have NAVY commitments for the greater majority of this weekend, not exactly what I was hoping for but that’s the Navy life for us all. Anyway I guess just keep praying for me, as I really need it right now more then ever, I somehow know god will work this all out, but that only helps a little here and there. My mind is beginning to wonder off again so I better wrap this up. I’ll try to maybe finish off some of those stories I have started, but no promises, plus grades have to come first right now.

MISC

Kim’s mother and I chatted a long time last night. She really helped me realize some of the things going on in Kim’s life. I am not going to go into details about it since it really is private. This post is a thank you to Shelia for always being there for me helping me through all of this. The past few months I have been confused angry, disappointed, you name the feeling I have probly had it. It is so wonderful to get an outside opinion on things. She somehow knows how to make me understand what is going on in Kim’s life, while offering me comfort and understanding. I am realizing many things in Kim through Sheila Most of which I don’t like but understand. I just want to say thank you.

One last time

This post takes place on my last Day in Las Vegas. While I try to convey what it is I was feeling and the events in this post, no words will ever be able to neither express nor tell this story how it really felt. Keep in mind that perhaps one day when my mind is clear of all this I will revise it and add other things. I am going to need a good deal of help these next months anything is appreciated.

Eleven twenty-five, the yellow show time shuttle had arrived just as it was scheduled. Kim and I waited in silence both of us afraid to say much. Handing my black rolling bag to the shuttle driver I muttered in a monotone voice “United Airways please”. Stepping around with haste around to the door where I chose the second seat from the front. Kim picked the seat next to me, holding her hand, I starred at a rainbow tank top with a white see through Henley, a pair of loose fitting blue jeans and a pony tail. “This is the last time I am going to see her” played like a record through my brain. Trying not to make eye contact with my soul mate, holding back the tears as the pain was too much. The shuttle arrived at the airport after not a long drive from my home of the week the Tropicana. Cars and shuttles filled the drop off area and I almost was run over by a yellow cab, “Double Dumb Ass on you” ran through my brain, but I decided to just continue on. Kim was flying United and I southwest. So we went to our respective carriers and checked in. Kim had no problem as her flight left at three, however, with my flight leaving at 2300 I could not even check in. Dragging my large rolling case, navy carry-on and Freemont artwork through the airport to Raceway bar and grill. March Madness UW-Milwaukee vs. Florida State showed on various flat panel televisions as I ordered my lunch “the Wisconsin please and a sprite”, a simple club sandwich with real Wisconsin Cheese the menu said. Kim ordered the same, except with water.


Little was said over the next ninety minutes, broken hearts and blank eyes only quickly glanced at one another. “Will you keep your Promises”? I asked, almost choking on tears inside “I will” Kim answered……….”That’s all” I said to the waitress as we gathered our bags, Terminal D, United terminal approached slowly. A few feet from the security checkpoint stood a decorative pillar. Bags placed on the floor this was it. This is where I had to say good bye. Our arms crossed around each others backs “I promised myself I won’t cry” I whispered holding her tightly. “ I will always love you, even though it may not seem like it in the coming months”……



“I can’t do this much longer” I whispered, and. Out of my mouth came two words that will never again mean the same thing. Nudging her in the direction of the watching security guards and gates, “Go Home”. Her hand slipped gently from mine. She placed her bags on the belt to be zapped with ultraviolet waves, and then disappeared forever.

A lone slot machine rang out “Wheel of fortune” attempting to entice some one to play it. My official Blue Angles chronograph read 22:23. Gate 14 with service to Houston, awaited anxiously for passengers to arrive. Nine hours had passes since I last said goodbye to Kim, and by now exhausted mentally, I sat alone at terminal 14 thinking What now?, holding back the tears every second. My phone hot from charging and talking, with family and friends looking for comfort wherever I could. Just wishing that I were home in Wisconsin with my family. The flight ladies blabbered about overbooking the flight and volunteers for something.



A jackpot rang out as some guy probly with his last couple of quarters hit a five grand jackpot on wheel of fortune. The plane began to board zones one and two. There was no actual gate we would have to walk to the plane outside. I gathered my things walked to the door and trudged down the stairs out to the tarmac, stopping shortly to look back at the strip before getting on the plane. The Tropicana in the for-ground, Mandalay Bay, MGM, Excalibur, and New York behind.



Reflecting on the past week it passed through my mind like that of a dying man. This was Las Vegas where I had a wonderful Vacation and lost the love of my life, now it was time to go home.

Dear John....

She walked in and said she didn't wanna know
Anymore
Before i could ask why she was gone ut the door
I didn't know, what i did wrong
But now i just can't move on

Since she left me
She told me
Don't worry
You'll be ok you don't need me
Believe me you'll be fine
Then i knew what she meant
And it's not what she said
Now i can't believe that she's gone

I tried calling her up on her phone
No one's there,
I've left messages after the tone...
Really?
Yeah man loads

I didn't know, what i did wrong
But now I just can't move on

Thats all

Well thats it half way through this semester from hell. So far grades are looking ok nothig to spectacular this time around, but nothing bad yet either. Right now I just finished packing for my spring break trip, I'm actually leavin in a few hours here. Wish Kim and I the best of luck trying to work things out. I should have some time at the airports and waiting for Kim to mabye work on a few posts for everybody. Not much to add. Everyone have a great spring break.

Broken Sand

This is a short paper I was asked to write for drama about the Movie Crash and how it relates to diversity. Nothing real special but I am really getting tired from writing about diversity all the time. LOL.

Wikipedia defines diversity in social context, as a term referring to the presence in one population of a (wide) variety of cultures, and ethnic groups. A term largely taken for granted in today’s growing world, but all the yet present. Diversity has shaped and molded the world since the first traders of different nation states came across one another. The very building block of the United States diversity offers both the solution and the problem. The movie “Crash” attempts to give insight into the term diversity by placing it in a modern day surroundings.
Covering a wide variety of ideals and ideas, “Crash" seems to center around that of broken communication in racism. “Crash” suggests people have become overwhelmed with themselves, casting out basic the basic emotions of love and respect, using only revulsion and fear to demonstrate to the world they personally are right. Take for example some of the characters nationalities, Caucasian, Black, Latino, each initially looking through a toilet paper tube, they are blinded from the larger picture, and fall into their respective stereotypical categories. However, via a series of unfortunate events, are consequentially drawn together. It is at this point where the film switches from a contemplative combination of shorts about racism in everyday life, to an intense entanglement of choices and cost. Through these causes and effects, the characters depth and souls, begin to exhibit that despite their preliminary perceived and upheld differences, when it comes down to it, every one bleeds red. And that in fact every one is ultimately dependant on neither themselves nor others, but upon the world.
Commonplace issues and differences mean little to those that educate, accept, contribute, and understand the realities of life in the world today. However a large majority of global present day culture fatigues about its daily life commuting, working, living, and surviving, just as everyone else: Unwilling to look at the broader picture. Whether making scraping the bottom of the pot, or enjoying life with the aristocrat class. The qualities of these characters, and the rest of the world today have no immunity from the long history and even current effects of stereotyping and racial profiling of inhumanity.
Blinded by their status, culture, and overall mentality, through centuries of acceptance, the world finds itself attempting to define diversity on paper while bypassing the very essence of diversity. “Crash” simply communicates to the world that the word diversity only works when implemented by all, for a common good.

MIDDY

So it’s well into midterms, and already they are already beginning to take their toll. Man I am looking forward to this spring break. Anyway, studying continues to rule the majority of my life Yippy, but each test taken is one step closer to graduation. Last Saturday I spent most of my day working security at the Texas Livestock show and rodeo. And once again I was given the almighty task of watching the people on the escalators to make sure they did not mess around on them. Good job for a college educated person huh. I mean over a period of eight hours I only saw two bull rides, the people working inside got to see the whole show, grrrr. But all in all I did get a good picture of me in Texas see the flickr images. I personally think it’s a great picture. Well not much to report here other then class and more class tests and more tests. I am trying to finish the Mardi Gras posts before I leave this Friday but no promises. Hopefully Kim and I will finish that extra special post we were working on during Christmas before all the shit hit the fan. That’s all for this morning heading off to JAVA.

Hello God

Here is a poem/prayer I ran across that is so wonderful. I think everyone can realate to these words. I mean (not to sound mushy) but it almost brings a tear to the eye.


Hello God, I called tonight
To talk a little while ...
I need a friend who'll listen
To my anxiety and trial.
You see, I can't quite make it
Through a day just on my own;
I need your love to guide me,
So I'll never feel alone.

I want to ask you please to keep,
My family safe and sound;
Come and fill their lives with confidence,
For whatever fate they're bound.
Give me faith, dear God, to face,
Each hour throughout the day;
And not to worry over things,
I can't change in any way.

I thank you God, for being home,
And listening to my call;
For giving me such good advice
When I stumble and fall.
Your number, God, is the only one
That answers every time;
I never get a busy signal,
And never had to pay a dime.
So thank you, God, for listening
To my troubles and my sorrow;
Good night, God. I love You, too,
And I'll call again tomorrow!

Real Life SImpsons

The Sun Online - Bizarre online: The Simpsons come to life Everyone must go.