Saturday, June 11, 2011

White Raven Studios


I designed the following logo for my YouTube videos. If I ever had a production studio I would use this label.

Saturday, June 4, 2011

Sharks vs. Wolves

Let's put this simply. At one point I had believed I was doing quite well, but things change and now I find myself being eaten by sharks. They may be just baby sharks at the moment, nibbling on my toes as I try to keep my head above water. But now there is blood in the sea, and it won't take long for the progenitors of these little nibblers to come along and finish me off.

What would be worse; eaten by sharks or devoured by wolves. Neither holds any prominence in my mind over the other, but as I think about it and ponder the demise, I think sharks would be quicker. They have larger jaws and are able to bite off much more than a wolf, and the water element would help you bleed out faster. If you were fortunate and the shark opened a major artery you could be dead within seconds, on the other hand you might still be alive when the wolves begin eating you.

Perhaps you think me morbid, and in part I suppose I am. To me death is not a fear, but a certainty. The moment we are born we begin to die and yet so many fail to understand that death is a journey all living things must take. Instead men and women seek for mythical fountains of youth and other more scientific ways of prolonging their childish days. It once was that the old were revered as wise and learned. we looked to the aging process as a wonder and in many respects a joy. A young fool hardy youth desired the wisdom that only comes with age. But in our society we glorify youth and ignorance in all their forms, from the fictional eternally young vampire to the model who just turned fifteen and the movie star that looks like she is still in her twenties. The younger, thinner, and more ignorant you are the more like royalty you are treated. It's sad really, once over twenty five years of age you start to become "old" and outdated according to society. They fail to see the reality that over twenty five is the beginning of the most exciting, challenging, and awesome (in its literal term of awe inspiring ) time of your life.

Friday, October 2, 2009

Fall

Fall has arrived, the world is growing colder and there is a scent of death in the air. I love this time of year, the beauty and slight chill. There is a magic in the dying of all around you, even more so with the fact that you know all will come to life again in the spring.
The miracle of life is an amazing thing, each process that is taken. Our lives are so similar to the ever changing seasons, most would say that I am still in my spring, not yet having reached the summer, but ever growing closer.

Saturday, August 15, 2009

Mediocrity

I know that it is a foolish desire of mine to be more than mediocre. I desire to make a difference, to do something that is life altering. I don't want to sit on the side lines, watching others help, save, and change the world. But who am I? The answer is simple, I am nothing. Nothing extraordinary, I am barely average. How can I make a difference? No matter how many lives I save by putting dangerous criminals behind bars, no matter how many children I attempt to help through charities, no matter how many people I hope to inspire through writing. What good has it all done, have I made any difference or have my acts just been solitary drops of water in the ocean of this life. I am less than the dust of the earth, how can I ever hope to make a contributing difference in this life.

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Simple

Do you ever wish that things where just simpler. Our emotions, dreams; we make them so complicated. I am tired of complications and the pain that accompanies it. I work hard to accomplish what I believe is the right course for me but I am always wondering in the back of my mind if I am making some kind of mistake. Have I been foolish in my pursuits? What is in the end, what does it hold? We go through life in so many different stages and when we get to the end stage, when I get to the end stage I am afraid I will look back on an insignificant life. But try as I might to stop that from happening I cannot help but wonder if it is all inevitable; can we ever escape the consequences of our lives, even if those consequences to others seem so wonderful. Are we ever happy with what we are or do we always look to what others are and wish our lives away?

Monday, May 11, 2009

Wind!

I am tired, I seem to be getting less and less sleep the more I try to regulate my sleeping. I have terrible insomnia and no matter what I do it seems to hold on strong. I usually love the wind, a soft breeze blowing, whispering stories from far off places to the solitary giant trees. When I was little I lived in a town where about once a year in the summer we would have these huge windstorms that usually knocked down a couple trees but for those one or two days it was a lot of fun. I now live in a city where it is constantly windy, and I am not talking about a soft breeze, we get 40 mph wind and it is not just gusts but constant. so right now I am not fond of the wind and would appreciate a small break to catch the breath it has taken from me!

Thursday, April 9, 2009

Crusoe Envy

I have to admit on many occasions having had Crusoe envy. Living alone on a tropical island with amazing gadgets and animal life and perhaps one great friend, but more or less alone would be wonderful. I often find people annoying! It amazes me how often people seem to choose not to use the brain that they have been given and if they are using the brain they have been given perhaps they should ask for a refund. How can people be so deficient in intelligence? I understand and sympathize with individuals suffering from a disease or impairment that hinders their abilities. But what of the thousands of others who have no impairment but choose to act in a way that causes me to think they have donated most if not all of their thinking and reasoning capabilities to an obvious internet/phone scam. Where their brains where before this I don’t think even they knew.
Suffice it to say that living alone on an island is very palatable to me.