A look into the life of Warren Davis

Dear person with a 'private property' sign in your front yard,

I just wanted to take a moment to express my gratitude for you placing a small Private Property sign in your front yard. As I drive by on a main road, I can clearly see the small sign thanks to your excellent placement. You are far ahead of your neighbors who are all sign-less. Just last week I was scouting for picnic locations and thanks to your wonderful foresight I did not confuse your mediocre yard for a public location in which I could enjoy a peaceful Tuesday afternoon picnic.

Signed,
A thankful citizen

It has been quite a while since my last blog, and it is basically the same reasons as usual. I have a lot on my mind, but few that I really care to make widely available to anyone with access to the internet - which is certainly not an elite group these days. It is humerus to me how life progresses. Over the past 8 months I could not possibly count the number of times where I and even those around me have said, "I did not see this coming," (or something to the similar effect). We constantly make plans, goals, or at least have loose ideas and aspirations to what our future might hold. Some people are better at others at chasing down their goals and pouncing on opportunities, but in reality they generally cross great opportunities on no volition of their own. In the past 5 years I do not believe I have heard one person say, "This is exactly how I planned on it!"

meh. guess we'll just go with the flow.

It never ceases to amuse me how we interact with one another as humans. We constantly have things we would love to say to certain people, but for a myriad of reasons we hold back. We bite our tongues, devising a strategy to deliver our message. This is not directed solely at confronting people with words; it is a much larger scale. We are driven by needs to connect, to be loved, to be accepted, and we are more often than not willing to sacrifice who we are and who we would like to be to obtain those needs. And while we all seem to be in the same boat, we frequently establish walls between our interactions, only to be opened with time and commitment like a small stream carving a canyon. Although I don't believe we could handle it otherwise. It seems as if we will always live with this strange dichotomy. No matter how much we talk about or long for authenticity, we will never be completely free and direct in all of our interactions. Oh well, we learn and we adapt - some better than others. Despite it's complexity, our interactions operate on a system and always will.

Thoughts?

I wish I blogged more. I have a lot of thoughts that seem like they should be remembered for later. Some for personal reasons; some communal. But alas, I do not seem to take the time to sit down and unjumble them to a coherent, written form. Perhaps it is indecisiveness, or maybe I just don't deem them as worthy to be shared as I'd like to imagine. So, now that that completely useless rambling is over, here's another design I recently did for personal enjoyment (not to mention trying to keep the rust off).

Most people who come across this blog have probably already read this, but for those of you who haven't...

http://joegabbard.blogspot.com/2008/09/pro-life.html

This post makes me think of something that I heard recently and has come up in multiple conversations the last few days. I don't give a horse's ass what you say is important to you, show me where you spend your money (or time) and I'll know what's important to you. Talk and rhetoric are starting to wear me out.

I never really put designs up on this blog, but I suppose the change of this blog has been one of the only consistent things of the blog. Anyway... here's a wallpaper I did the other day.

Somehow or another I seem to have struck an odd placement between being incredibly realistic yet overwhelmingly idealistic. It's a strange paradox that creates harsh uncertainty at every turn. It makes me feel like I am on a small island. This island can sustain life, but it is small, and holds no hope for larger aspirations. All rational and realistic expectations would vote to make due and set up shop on the small island, insuring survivability. Yet the idealistic yearnings long to find a larger island with waterfalls and some sort of meaningful purpose. To find the newer, larger island and populate would be a dream come true. It would be the ideal outcome. So what happens? You end up on a half-ass raft in the open ocean with all rational thinking shouting to turn around and head back to the small, safe island and every idealistic whim in your body screaming to keep going in hopes of finding something more. In turn comes three possible outcomes: turning back and living out on a small, purposeless island, venturing out and possibly finding something more, or perhaps just drowning on the open ocean in an unending search for more or in the inability to make a decision.


So what do I say? - Happy Sailing.