<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081359616591595922</id><updated>2025-04-09T14:52:16.804-06:00</updated><category term="awesome"/><category term="blog"/><category term="bio-diesel"/><category term="bio-fuel"/><category term="biodiesel"/><category term="biofuel"/><category term="awsome"/><category term="bio fuel"/><category term="Boise"/><category term="algae"/><category term="bio"/><category term="bio diesel"/><category term="life"/><category term="piano"/><category term="recycle"/><category term="water"/><category term="Smithing"/><category term="band"/><category 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term="prologue"/><category term="questions"/><category term="re"/><category term="redeem"/><category term="reduce"/><category term="remanage"/><category term="remarque"/><category term="reverbnation"/><category term="river"/><category term="rock"/><category term="school"/><category term="scissors"/><category term="sing"/><category term="skyrim"/><category term="slowing"/><category term="so complex"/><category term="story"/><category term="sugar armor"/><category term="swing"/><category term="t cell"/><category term="t-cell"/><category term="tactus"/><category term="tax"/><category term="tcell"/><category term="text"/><category term="text to speech"/><category term="the"/><category term="to"/><category term="turbine"/><category term="vindictus mmorpg"/><category term="war"/><category term="wesern"/><category term="who"/><category term="world"/><title type='text'>Thoughts and Inquries Renowned Teenagers ( sort of)</title><subtitle type='html'>I am a teen set out on a quest for . . .&#xa;well i am a teen&#xa;and I&#39;m on a quest for something&#xa;so there!&#xa;&#xa;P.S. since this is supposed to be a description i suppose ill throw this in. I will write about anything, that&#39;s appropriate. anything i find interesting will be blogged if my name isn&#39;t . . . almost slipped and let out my real name there. manofidaho!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yurspot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081359616591595922/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yurspot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081359616591595922/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Zaronas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725806824943281915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081359616591595922.post-709435899576368146</id><published>2018-01-23T20:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2018-01-23T20:08:57.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Her</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Everyday it seems there is something new that I realize
brings me anxiety. This process of declaring and deciding and knowing that
anxiety is what I ought to call a large number of my thoughts, it haunts me.
Knowing that I have anxiety, causes anxiety; it is a bittersweet style of
irony. I recently found out that I like a person. She is a really great person,
but I would have much rather remained oblivious to the fact that I indeed did
like her. Even worse, she likes me, though I am unable to fully convince myself
of that fact. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
I don’t know why life has to be the way it does sometimes.
It feels like out of sure cruelty it sends you into an almost familiar situation
with an entirely new set of tools. Last time I had to build a house I was given
a yo-yo two packs of gum and a pule of rusty broken off nails. Building this
new house it gives me a hammer the same pile of broken nails, though not as
rusty, and a few boards. Brand new tools that I have no idea how to build a
house out of. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
The first time I taught myself to build this house&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
It&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Worked?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Now though Life is forcing me to relearn what I already
know, give me my yo-yo back.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
My anxiety, I started to write that, then deleted it, then
wrote this sentence. I struggle to even self-label what seems clearly to be
anxiety. When I was young I could hardly muster the necessary courage to ask
for a few more ketchup packets from the person behind the Wendys counter. My dad
would get angry at me for not being able to do such a simple thing. To me it
was a simple thing to no longer need ketchup. It was simply, much easier to
finish my fries without the requisite ketchup. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Tangents, are one of my favorite writing tools. Tangents
allow me to continue to write without addressing my own questions that I have
already posed. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
My anxiety controls my life with this person I like. See at
my job I get the unfortunate opportunity to spend my days not thinking about my
job, and have little else to occupy my thoughts other than the occasional new
song on the radio. With the radio blaring and machines chirping, burring, and
chopping My brain likes to ask what I thought of her arm moving 15 degrees in
the wrong direction. Well of course, I didn’t like it, though I doubt she knows
she even did it, though I doubt it matters if she knows, in fact if she doesn’t
know that proves more because the subconscious never lies, though if she did
know. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Sometimes I remember to breathe. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Lifeboats of human interaction from my coworkers, new work
being brought out, my boss seeing where I am at with my current work, these are
the things that help draw me back to reality sometimes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yurspot.blogspot.com/feeds/709435899576368146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yurspot.blogspot.com/2018/01/her.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081359616591595922/posts/default/709435899576368146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081359616591595922/posts/default/709435899576368146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yurspot.blogspot.com/2018/01/her.html' title='Her'/><author><name>Zaronas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725806824943281915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081359616591595922.post-8497386929766607148</id><published>2016-12-05T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2016-12-05T22:10:11.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
I had a few thoughts today. I thought to share them. Questions of why, questions of how, questions of me? All in all they equated to one thought towards the evening. In my typical thinking time, known as my after work shower. My thoughts rested on the idea of discipline. What is discipline, and how do we learn it in old age.&lt;br /&gt;
Discipline is doing the things that you say to yourself you are going to do. At least that is my understanding, and it will be the one in which I use for the duration of this thought. This thought of why do I consistently ignore what I should, and want to do in favor of what I shouldn&#39;t and don&#39;t want to do? Why do I irrestrainably interact with my environment. I often, it occurs to me, leave my desired course of action for one lesser. Why do I do this? What is the root cause of my issues? Such a simple idea of doing what you want to do, yet such a difficult thing.&lt;br /&gt;
I have ambitions, I have dreams, I have desires, hopes, wants, wishes, goals, destinations, potential. Yet I lack.&lt;br /&gt;
Potential.&lt;br /&gt;
Such a dirty word in reality. It speaks of something that has yet to exist, but could possibly. It is the naughtiest word one could ever tell their child. Child you have potential. Read as; You are destined for great things, therefore if you work the same as everyone else you will achieve them. In the mind of a child, everyone is an equal, and when a child is given potential, now they are suddenly going to be better? Excuse my run on sentences. Potential speaks to a part of the brain that for me at least leaves me lacking. I would have benefited more for being praised for hard work. For being praised on my actions, and not my innate abilities.&lt;br /&gt;
You are tall, therefore you should play basketball. Unfortunately this kid was always taller than everyone else and never had to work to be good at basketball, and subsequently never worked at it. College tryouts, and open gyms came. He was shorter than everyone else on the field, he was getting trampled, his shot percentages were horrid, and the other tall basketball players kept stuffing him. He still had potential, but he had wasted the time he could&#39;ve used gaining that potential, by simply utilizing its precursory benefits.&lt;br /&gt;
I hope that this makes sense, have a good one.&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yurspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8497386929766607148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yurspot.blogspot.com/2016/12/a-thought.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081359616591595922/posts/default/8497386929766607148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081359616591595922/posts/default/8497386929766607148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yurspot.blogspot.com/2016/12/a-thought.html' title='A thought'/><author><name>Zaronas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725806824943281915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081359616591595922.post-5447558629162674735</id><published>2016-12-01T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2016-12-01T22:47:00.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
Slowly the world wanders&lt;br /&gt;
wondering whether or not we really are here&lt;br /&gt;
whether we exist&lt;br /&gt;
whether they exist&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We all ignore our realities&lt;br /&gt;
we all ask the simple questions&lt;br /&gt;
we all concede the &quot;obvious&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But is it really obvious?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Those who ponder&lt;br /&gt;
see the world in a new light&lt;br /&gt;
searching seeking&lt;br /&gt;
listening learning&lt;br /&gt;
braving believing&lt;br /&gt;
creating confounding&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
ponder we the learners begin to know&lt;br /&gt;
we seek and we are given the gift of light&lt;br /&gt;
we ask&lt;br /&gt;
and we learn&lt;br /&gt;
we speak&lt;br /&gt;
and we observe&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The world wasn&#39;t meant for people to be passive&lt;br /&gt;
The world wasn&#39;t meant for everyone to ignore them&lt;br /&gt;
Animals are passive and ignorant&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yurspot.blogspot.com/feeds/5447558629162674735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yurspot.blogspot.com/2016/12/thursday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081359616591595922/posts/default/5447558629162674735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081359616591595922/posts/default/5447558629162674735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yurspot.blogspot.com/2016/12/thursday.html' title='Thursday'/><author><name>Zaronas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725806824943281915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081359616591595922.post-8130526702822156777</id><published>2016-11-30T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2016-11-30T22:54:44.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>daily thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
Walking the street&lt;br /&gt;
eyes on my feet&lt;br /&gt;
nowhere to go&lt;br /&gt;
nowhere to see&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Thinking of life&lt;br /&gt;
oh what a rife&lt;br /&gt;
what is this show&lt;br /&gt;
my internal strife&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
casting my eyes&lt;br /&gt;
thrown like the die&lt;br /&gt;
straight like the crow&lt;br /&gt;
silent I cry&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
often I feel like&lt;br /&gt;
there&#39;s nowhere&lt;br /&gt;
No place&lt;br /&gt;
for me to be&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but I just keep on moving&lt;br /&gt;
keep on dreaming&lt;br /&gt;
and someday I will be&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yurspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8130526702822156777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yurspot.blogspot.com/2016/11/daily-thought.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081359616591595922/posts/default/8130526702822156777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081359616591595922/posts/default/8130526702822156777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yurspot.blogspot.com/2016/11/daily-thought.html' title='daily thought'/><author><name>Zaronas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725806824943281915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081359616591595922.post-4078805392461828780</id><published>2016-02-21T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2016-02-21T22:19:12.843-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dreams"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="happiness"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poetry"/><title type='text'>Poetry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was talking with a friend over facebook messenger just yesterday. Somehow I brought up my blog, which clearly I don&#39;t post on very much. She said I was a good writer. Somehow the conversation turned into how I enjoy writing poetry occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she had a strange request for me that I have never had before, granted I rarely tell people that I have a blog or that I like poetry. She asked me to write a poem right then and there. I said about what and she asked me to write one about anything, so I wrote a quick one about my drive to school:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Each morning I wake up&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
arise and see&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
walk out&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
get out&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
leave&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
wait around&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
light turns green&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
take it down&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
turn it around&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
sigh&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
finish the song&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
turn it&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
open it&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
put it in turn it again&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
and leave&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt; Not exactly refined, but not lacking either. Simplistic in its view, and sharp in its scale. She asked me to describe how I perceived her laugh over the internet, to describe it. As I had just made a joke.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp;That laugh?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
the radiant smile&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
the head&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
slightly&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
ever so slightly&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
lifted towards the sky&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
with joy ringing&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
and vocal chords beating&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
to the thought of a new thought&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;A simple phrase, a small picture. She has this way of laughing that causes your soul to be drawn to her. She beckons you to follow her through this emotional journey to bliss. I shared with her an old poem on love that I had written several years ago (which can be found in the archives). I said how old it was and how it needed to be updated. She asked me to write it how I would write it now. So I did: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
love is&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
love is what we are&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
the way we move&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
the way we feel&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
think and breathe&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
it tortures us&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
it breaks us&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
it eats us&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
it devourers us&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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it consumes us&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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it strangles us&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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it knows us&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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it kills us&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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it controls us&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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it binds us&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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it stops us&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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it throttles us&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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then&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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then&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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love heals us&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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love helps us&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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love cures us&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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love bends us&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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love shapes us&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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love grows us&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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love is&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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great&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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amazing&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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beautiful&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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grand&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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spontaneous&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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new&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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exciting&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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love is what we are&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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love is&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;With a little updating from the original, it became what is a simple yet powerful poem. It creates a feeling, a ride. It moves us with it. The topic moved from this lovely oratory on love to how I feel I live in my head. How I don&#39;t think that my reality is the same as everyone else&#39;s: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it’s fine to live in your head &lt;br /&gt;until it is debilitating &lt;br /&gt;and you find yourself dreaming of things that are impossible &lt;br /&gt;impractical &lt;br /&gt;you can not exist in the realms you have created &lt;br /&gt;you do not want to come to reality &lt;br /&gt;for it stands no chance against what you have made &lt;br /&gt;it can not even exist in the same plane &lt;br /&gt;in can not be in the same existence &lt;br /&gt;because they are that different &lt;br /&gt;this picture perfect &lt;br /&gt;slightly wordy &lt;br /&gt;version of reality &lt;br /&gt;that leaves you wondering &lt;br /&gt;if it’s really worth it. &lt;br /&gt;and you can&#39;t &lt;br /&gt;you just can’t decide &lt;br /&gt;if you really want to come out &lt;br /&gt;or if you simply want to hide &lt;br /&gt;screaming out to hear your own voice &lt;br /&gt;just to know that you are still you &lt;br /&gt;and that you are still here &lt;br /&gt;and you find &lt;br /&gt;that no matter what &lt;br /&gt;it doesn’t matter how long you live in there &lt;br /&gt;it just doesn’t matter &lt;br /&gt;because no matter what &lt;br /&gt;you have to leave. &lt;br /&gt;you have to begin to believe &lt;br /&gt;in this world of reality and see &lt;br /&gt;that the world is coming &lt;br /&gt;it is coming at a speed so fast &lt;br /&gt;that you can hardly believe &lt;br /&gt;that it is there &lt;br /&gt;that it is true &lt;br /&gt;but you must see it &lt;br /&gt;for if you do not you will be trapped &lt;br /&gt;you will begin to whither away &lt;br /&gt;to fall and tumble &lt;br /&gt;becoming torn &lt;br /&gt;losing hope &lt;br /&gt;losing joy &lt;br /&gt;you must leave &lt;br /&gt;if you are to survive &lt;br /&gt;you must leave &lt;br /&gt;if you want to be alive &lt;br /&gt;you must dream &lt;br /&gt;if you wish to see the skies &lt;br /&gt;your dreams are what you want them to be &lt;br /&gt;your reality is what you want it to be &lt;br /&gt;the only difference between the two &lt;br /&gt;is what you do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sudden darker turn from where we had begun. I felt my dreams falling out of hands as I typed these thoughts that I had thought. My words began to tell a side of me that I wasn&#39;t even sure I was aware of. She asked me what my dreams were: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream of the places I want to go &lt;br /&gt;the people I want to help &lt;br /&gt;the lives I want to grow &lt;br /&gt;the family I want to meet &lt;br /&gt;the future in my field &lt;br /&gt;the job I will hold dear &lt;br /&gt;the times I choose to hold &lt;br /&gt;and the fears I choose to leave &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much to wave anything at, but it is a place to start. Dreams are only dreams as long as you allow them to be. She shared her thoughts: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are what has made the world a better place. Ideas come from them. &lt;br /&gt;Families come from them. &lt;br /&gt;Friends come from them. &lt;br /&gt;Ultimately happiness comes from them. &lt;br /&gt;But having a dream and making it happen is bliss. &lt;br /&gt;Pure joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;_3hi clearfix&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16.08px; zoom: 1;&quot;&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yurspot.blogspot.com/feeds/4078805392461828780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yurspot.blogspot.com/2016/02/poetry.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081359616591595922/posts/default/4078805392461828780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081359616591595922/posts/default/4078805392461828780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yurspot.blogspot.com/2016/02/poetry.html' title='Poetry'/><author><name>Zaronas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725806824943281915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081359616591595922.post-4937757069008390520</id><published>2015-04-04T23:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2015-04-04T23:33:19.953-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="algae"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="auto-flocculation"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="awesome"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bio"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bio diesel"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bio fuel"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bio-diesel"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bio-fuel"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="biodiesel"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="biofuel"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blog"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Boise"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="conservative"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dewatering"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dirt"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="oil"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="water"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="zaronas"/><title type='text'>My Journey is beginning!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
Well I Started college at the beginning of this semester. It sucks so far. I really only want to do my algae business project. Algae is really the only thing I want to do. I&#39;ve gotten to the point where I would say I have 80% of a business plan. I&#39;ve decided that with ten thousand dollars I could start to get started on developing a business of growing algae for biofuel. The plan now is to work till I have ten thousand dollars and then buy 5 acres of land and dig a pit, and grow algae. So my roommate was able to hook me up with a job, should only take me about 6 months or so to save up ten grand. As things are always though, it will take much longer than that. So yeah thats my most recent update I&#39;ll let you guys know when things get closer, maybe I&#39;ll add some pictures of the property I want to buy.&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yurspot.blogspot.com/feeds/4937757069008390520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yurspot.blogspot.com/2015/04/my-journey-is-beginning.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081359616591595922/posts/default/4937757069008390520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081359616591595922/posts/default/4937757069008390520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yurspot.blogspot.com/2015/04/my-journey-is-beginning.html' title='My Journey is beginning!'/><author><name>Zaronas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725806824943281915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs2HkBFebb_kSBk96m3a790_-RwuF-9nJJ9jtEq9clDNjJ5CX7qZu-YI9TY4fPzdjdnyQ8W_eyxNittVPxO6J0jY7c7xArVOScO2bxTkujvy75JMVVzE381Hk7KOMFKAqY-QGuLouJETob/s72-c/WIN_20150404_232655.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081359616591595922.post-8666896262471897133</id><published>2015-01-06T01:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2015-01-06T01:45:22.005-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="algae"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="america"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="better"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bio"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bio diesel"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bio fuel"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bio-diesel"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bio-fuel"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="biodiesel"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="biofuel"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blog"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="change"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="crude"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="crude oil"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="oil"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="recycle"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reduce"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reuse"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sugar"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="water"/><title type='text'>Why algae</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;why do i want to do algae?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;is it the money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;is it the possibility of fame?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;people tell me it can&#39;t be done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;people say everyone else has already done it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;people tell me that i will never make any money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;b id=&quot;docs-internal-guid-16303d5e-be67-68d2-71eb-376b4bcc4eb9&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;people tell me the idea of growing algae is ludicrous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;they tell me i shouldn&#39;t even try,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;People laugh directly to my face as i tell them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;i tell them my conviction to grow algae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;to be the man that changed the face of oil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;to bring jobs back into america&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;to bring our wealth americas history&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;our heritage our beliefs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;to bring them back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;bring them all back to america&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;maybe that&#39;s why i grow algae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;or rather why i want to grow algae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;because they don&#39;t want me to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;and i want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;maybe its because i&#39;m stubborn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;maybe its for America&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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A few months ago my men&#39;s choir, Tactus was invited to sing at Carnegie hall. We will be one of only a couple high schools, and to my knowledge the only public high school to be asked to attend the event. The concert is set up by DCINY Distinguished Concerts International New York. The man who was curating the event was using you tube as a means to find groups to come sing, when he stumbled upon our version of &quot;prayer of the children&quot; (which is still on youtube you can look it up as Tactus ((BTW Tactus is not pronounced like cactus but more like TAHctoos))prayer of the children). So he found that he liked us he talked to his supervisor which is the director of Chanticleer who also is a director of one of the colleges down there, i think its UC Berkeley, Which surprise we had gone down there for our Choir tour two years ago and had stopped by him, so he knew we were good. So we got invited and we accepted the invitation. The problem is is that it is going to cost us upwards of $65k &amp;nbsp;to get our whole choir there, approximately $1700 per student, so we have been fundraising our butts of. What im really trying to say, is that if you&#39;re rich and you happen to read my blog, or even if you&#39;re not rich but would like to donate any amount, which is tax deductible, please visit our website &lt;a href=&quot;http://sendustonyc.org/&quot;&gt;sendustonyc.org&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;thanks in advance.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Born in La Grande Oregon on February 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; 1994 my
brother Allan was born atypically. Flash forward 2 years, April 30&lt;sup&gt;th,&lt;/sup&gt;
I am born healthy and loudly crying, my parents were happy for that, in
Scottsdale Arizona. Flash forward two more years and a move to Los Angeles
California, my sister Mia, also born atypically. What is atypical? My brother
and sister were born with a genetic defect, Cri-Du-Chat, which is French for
cry of the cat, they cry softly and quietly when young. Cri-Du-Chat also causes
mental retardation, and other physical effects. For example my brother cannot
gain weight, however he has great gross motor skills. My Sister has always been
a chubby blonde haired child, she has terrible gross motor skills, but her fine
motor skills are great. Here is snippet of my abnormal life. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So flash
forward to my first memories, I remember of my brother and sister, is of
playing in the back yard of my current house, in the dirt. We owned two yellow
steel Tonka trucks, and my brother and I would sit in our backyard and play
with them, I never even realized he was developmentally delayed, until I was
probably six. I knew that I was smarter and bigger than my sister, but I was
older, I was also bigger and smarter than my brother, and I didn’t get that he
was older than me. This confused me at the start, and I began to wonder why
that was, eventually my parents explained the situation to me. Right then and
there I loved my brother even more.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: .5in;&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp;He was always my friend, my loveable goofy
brother who has the most contagious smile you have ever seen, though there is
no perfect child. One day I remember quite vividly we have air vents in our
floor. Allan pulled one out when I was probably ten; he just left it there,
upside down. Keeping in mind he has been told not to play with the air vents
and leave them out, they have sharp edges. However when I got in the room
something entirely different made me mad and I literally was hopping mad I’m
sure you get the rest of the picture. That’s my awesome brother for you, in a
nutshell, loveable and goofy, sometimes obnoxious. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My sister is
a goof ball too. She would always go in my room, and “borrow” (*cough* steal *cough*)
my stuff and play with it, and when I would get home from football or wrestling
she would go and hide, of course not what I enjoyed most. A year ago she was
diagnosed with Angioimmunoblastic T-cell Lymphoma; this diagnosis is beyond
rare for anyone under the age of 20 having only a couple diagnoses ever. She
went through her first round of chemo, no longer chubby. She went to Salt Lake
City in early November to get a bone marrow transplant from her own cells,
anticipated to be there for three months came home in early December on my
dad’s birthday, with new dark brown hair. They thought that the cancer was
gone, they were wrong. In June they found the cancer was back so they started
several new drugs for chemo. Currently my sister is in Salt Lake City with my
mother, and they have a month left. This time however the donor of the bone
marrow was our sister Jessica age five, so far in early October everything
seems good, and she should be home with my mom in a month. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I realize
that I have really told the background of my siblings, and that’s because they
are what has made me. My siblings have taught me so many things; patience,
responsibility, Trust, understanding, listening, patience, love, respect,
kindness, long suffering, and did I mention patience. My siblings are who I am,
and I am their protector.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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Feel free to share, ill post two revisions of this, one where it is a maximum of 650 words, and one where i fill out my sisters side of the story in a bit more detail, and add stories from my childhood. thanks for taking the time to read.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Born in La Grande Oregon on February 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; 1994 my
brother Allan was born atypically. Flash forward 2 years, April 30&lt;sup&gt;th,&lt;/sup&gt;
I am born healthy and loudly crying, my parents were happy for that, in
Scottsdale Arizona. Flash forward two more years and a move to Los Angeles
California, my sister Mia, also born atypically. What is atypical? My brother
and sister were born with a genetic defect, Cri-Du-Chat, which is French for
cry of the cat, they cry softly and quietly when young. Cri-Du-Chat also causes
mental retardation, and other physical effects. For example my brother cannot
gain weight, however he has great gross motor skills. My Sister has always been
a chubby blonde haired child, she has terrible gross motor skills, but her fine
motor skills are great. Here is snippet of my abnormal life. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So flash
forward to my first memories, I remember of my brother and sister, is of
playing in the back yard of my current house, in the dirt. We owned two yellow
steel Tonka trucks, and my brother and I would sit in our backyard and play
with them, I never even realized he was developmentally delayed, until I was
probably six. I knew that I was smarter and bigger than my sister, but I was
older, I was also bigger and smarter than my brother, and I didn’t get that he
was older than me. This confused me at the start, and I began to wonder why
that was, eventually my parents explained the situation to me. Right then and
there I loved my brother even more.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: .5in;&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp;He was always my friend, my loveable goofy
brother who has the most contagious smile you have ever seen, though there is no
perfect child. One day I remember quite vividly we have air vents in our floor.
Allan pulled one out when I was probably ten; he just left it there, upside down.
Keeping in mind he has been told not to play with the air vents and leave them out,
they have sharp edges. However when I got in the room something entirely
different made me mad and I literally was hopping mad I’m sure you get the rest
of the picture. That’s my awesome brother for you, in a nutshell, loveable and
goofy, sometimes obnoxious. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My sister is
a goof ball too. She would always go in my room, and “borrow” (*cough* steal *cough*)
my stuff and play with it, and when I would get home from football or wrestling
she would go and hide, of course not what I enjoyed most. A year ago she was
diagnosed with Angioimmunoblastic T-cell Lymphoma; this diagnosis is beyond rare
for anyone under the age of 20 having only a couple diagnoses ever. She went
through her first round of chemo, no longer chubby. She went to Salt Lake City in
early November to get a bone marrow transplant from her own cells, anticipated to
be there for three months came home in early December on my dad’s birthday, with
new dark brown hair. They thought that the cancer was gone, they were wrong. In
June they found the cancer was back so they started several new drugs for chemo.
Currently my sister is in Salt Lake City with my mother, and they have a month
left. This time however the donor of the bone marrow was our sister Jessica age
five, so far in early October everything seems good, and she should be home
with my mom in a month. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I realize
that I have really told the background of my siblings, and that’s because they
are what has made me. My siblings have taught me so many things; patience,
responsibility, Trust, understanding, listening, patience, love, respect,
kindness, long suffering, and did I mention patience. My siblings are who I am,
and I am their protector.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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Why does this life of ours just sort of drag on some times. Do you all know what I&#39;m talking about, occasionally we just live life really slowly. For example about a month ago I was still in my summer vacation, my pre senior year summer vacation. And then school started, it was like someone took a giant mat of rubber and wedged it against the conveyor belt of my life, it was kind of insane the difference. I think its mainly because I added about 6 more hours to everyday, and a lot less down time than I previously had. Which means I&#39;m being more productive, but everyone knows its great to have some down time, and i actually really enjoy the amount of downtime that I get. anyways what are some questions you guys have?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Analysis paragraph #1&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ayn
Rand is an author who employs the arts of description. She eloquently weaves
her words and adjective into a flowing picture in your mind. She envelops you
in the scenery and the sounds flood your ears. Imagery and scenery are what
make a story a story, without it you just sit there in a world of words. A
world of words is black and white there is no imagination to pick enjoy there
is no world to view, just words laid out in front of you like an endless
highway. Ayn rand shapes the words and molds them into worlds; she carves them
into mountains, sculpts them into seas, and creates a world that you never had
known.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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Every musician has their theory on what makes great music (its a fact do not&amp;nbsp;question&amp;nbsp;it). Some believe the harder the song is to play the more people will like it, some believe the opposite, some believe you have to swing everything, and so on and so forth. Of course the factors that depend on some random person liking your music is the presentation, it&amp;nbsp;always&amp;nbsp;helps to be clean shaven and have a nice suit, or other suitable clothes. Then the actual music, but what is it about your music that makes everyone want to listen to it, what is it that makes your music more interesting than mine, van halen&#39;s, ingrid michaelson&#39;s, or the beatles? I want to break the types of music into two&amp;nbsp;categories, to discover how to find that small part that makes you different. There is music with voices and music with out voices, the challenge is for both to sound like the others great qualities. &amp;nbsp;I doubt few would argue that the human voice and words can more easily speak to any listeners soul than a guitar solo. however&amp;nbsp;rhythmical&amp;nbsp;and tonal integrity or more easily and much more true on&amp;nbsp;instruments. &lt;br /&gt;
Voices have a talent of speaking to and uncovering a mans deepest desires, secrets, thoughts, and emotions. because the words are more&amp;nbsp;relatable&amp;nbsp;they teach you how to live they let you know directly what they mean. Even all&amp;nbsp;instrumental&amp;nbsp;songs have a title of words. this is the missing element most instrumentalists are missing when they set out to create their music, they lack a voice. my secret for instrumentalists is to mimic the human voice and words. Mimic the inflections of your favorite singer and try to play that song like they are singing it, rise and fall where they do even with every word, not just with lines or phrases. ill get back to&amp;nbsp;y&#39;all&amp;nbsp;tomorrow&amp;nbsp;and elaborate on this some more&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yurspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8861814602042963850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yurspot.blogspot.com/2013/01/my-music-theory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081359616591595922/posts/default/8861814602042963850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081359616591595922/posts/default/8861814602042963850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yurspot.blogspot.com/2013/01/my-music-theory.html' title='My Music theory'/><author><name>Zaronas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725806824943281915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081359616591595922.post-4743114771213501233</id><published>2012-12-22T19:59:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-12-22T19:59:44.335-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="awesome"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="awsome"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blacksmithing"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blog"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Boise"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="crucible"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cupola"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="foundry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="green"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="learning"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="melting"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="recycle"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="smelting"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Smithing"/><title type='text'>blacksmithing take two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
With the cold weather ensuing one thing is eminent in my family, a fire. now your normal wood fire has very little practical smelting or blacksmithing applications, too much soot, not hot enough etc. However there is one thing they are good for, making charcoal. We all need some sort of fuel to heat our kilns, and some including me do not have the ability or time to go drive into eastern&amp;nbsp;Oregon&amp;nbsp;to get a tonne or so of coal to use, even though it only costs a few dollars. which leaves my fuel of choice to be charcoal, at least until I can get my waste oil burner working properly.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;So how do you go about making charcoal in a fireplace without it all burning up with the fire? It&#39;s really not all that hard, all that you need is a good nice steel can, the thicker the better. The can needs to have a loose lid or holes in the top to allow the wood gas somewhere to escape to. Fill the can full of wood and stick it in your fire and let &amp;nbsp;It sit in the fire until you&amp;nbsp;don&#39;t&amp;nbsp;see any more smoke or flames coming out of the holes or edge of the lid then let it sit in there for another ten minutes then pull it out leave the lid on until its cooled down then use the charcoal to your hearts content.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; About the flames coming out of the lid this is because of wood gas&amp;nbsp;production&amp;nbsp;which then the wood gas catches on fire, you&amp;nbsp;don&#39;t&amp;nbsp;have to worry about your charcoal burning. Wood gas is a product of heated up wood it is highly flammable, so&amp;nbsp;flammable&amp;nbsp;in fact&amp;nbsp;that it can be used to power a car if the engine is converted slightly.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; So after an entire winter of this I should build up enough of a stock to be able to run the entire summer without having to buy any charcoal. if you have any questions leave a comment or shoot me a message.&lt;/div&gt;
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So I don&#39;t know how many of my readers are LDS, or how we are&amp;nbsp;affectionately&amp;nbsp;known,&amp;nbsp;Mormon. As many in the&amp;nbsp;Idaho&amp;nbsp;area know the&amp;nbsp;Boise&amp;nbsp;temple was just refurbished, redone, redesigned, and redecorated. Now it is time for it to be rededicated, which will happen on this&amp;nbsp;Sunday&amp;nbsp;the 18th. Before the dedication our prophet Thomas S. Monson has asked the youth of the temple district and the rest of&amp;nbsp;Idaho&amp;nbsp;to have put on a cultural celebration.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;For the past couple of months the youth have been meeting in their respective wards and stakes learning the dance routines if they are on the dance crew, and learning the songs if they are in the choir. I personally am in the choir, and in fact so is our very own&amp;nbsp;Dan. its been great because i was able to have a&amp;nbsp;spiritual&amp;nbsp;experience at each of the practices, when we were singing songs of praise, to our God.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;So this&amp;nbsp;Saturday&amp;nbsp;the 17th we are having a huge&amp;nbsp;rehearsal&amp;nbsp;and then do the presentation for our beloved prophet. That is what I get to do all of&amp;nbsp;tomorrow, sing praises and then preform to the mouthpiece of God on our earth at this time Thomas S. Monson.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; A Friend of mine who is in choir with me is an amazing pianist. And a few weeks ago he was playing in our&amp;nbsp;auditorium&amp;nbsp;and he said hey&amp;nbsp;Andrew&amp;nbsp;come in here with your trumpet, and because I&#39;m always the curious type and i love doing anything involving music i said sure what do you want me to do. I walked in there and he played me a song. He told me there were four parts to the song and he wanted to jam with me. So we worked in the next ten or so minutes through the four parts of the song and then jammed on our newly written song.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;So for the past few weeks we have been developing our sound and working through this song multiple times, just listening and jamming and seeing how it goes. So far its been going great, we play twice a week or so just through the song that we recreate remix distort and fix&amp;nbsp;every time. It is great. The &quot;practices&quot; (more like jam sessions) are different&amp;nbsp;every time&amp;nbsp; some times the song is super upbeat and happy, the other times its kind of a slow swing jazz where it flows very methodically over the notes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; The only reason we call it the same song is because from practice to practice can hear the old song in the new one.&amp;nbsp;Every time&amp;nbsp;we come into practice he says how does it go&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;I say &quot;A&quot; minor and he says oh yeah, and then we play, and that&#39;s why it is different&amp;nbsp;every time, because neither of remember what the old&amp;nbsp;song&amp;nbsp;sounded like.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;So&amp;nbsp;yeah&amp;nbsp;if anyone needs a little two man jazz combo to come play for hours on end with it all being different and with&amp;nbsp;little&amp;nbsp;to no down time hit me up with a message, we work cheap, and we bothe double up as male vocalists. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I went outside to check on my algae bucket and found that it was full of water. I stuck a stick down to see if I still had my layer of algae on the bottom, and I didn&#39;t. So its still sitting out there, maybe this time next year it will have lost all its water&amp;nbsp;again&amp;nbsp; but anyways&amp;nbsp;that&#39;s&amp;nbsp;the end of my algae project for this year, largely because Idaho just gets slightly too cold every night. maybe Ill work on my VAWT, vertical axis wind turbine, and try to get a&amp;nbsp;battery&amp;nbsp;bank to charge and a use for that battery bank, maybe powering my sisters dogs heat lamp?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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So I have had some fun making a reverbnation artist page for myself. Its a cool website and company that is only trying to make a little money out of your, but you can set up and effectively use a page that does its purpose.&amp;nbsp;http://www.reverbnation.com/andrewcwaite that&#39;s my page, I have yet to record any songs or make a video, but I will try to do that within the next couple of months. So yah its a cool site go check it out become a fan of me for some updates and free songs.&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yurspot.blogspot.com/feeds/7741350700220993682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yurspot.blogspot.com/2012/11/reverbnation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081359616591595922/posts/default/7741350700220993682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081359616591595922/posts/default/7741350700220993682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yurspot.blogspot.com/2012/11/reverbnation.html' title='Reverbnation'/><author><name>Zaronas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725806824943281915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081359616591595922.post-2970285076279833590</id><published>2012-07-16T12:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-07-16T12:54:45.749-06:00</updated><title type='text'>camera</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
so guess what guys i found out our family does have a camera with a cord, so later today ill upload some picutres of my bio reactor and some of the ideas ive been working on coolio&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yurspot.blogspot.com/feeds/2970285076279833590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yurspot.blogspot.com/2012/07/camera.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081359616591595922/posts/default/2970285076279833590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081359616591595922/posts/default/2970285076279833590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yurspot.blogspot.com/2012/07/camera.html' title='camera'/><author><name>Zaronas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725806824943281915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081359616591595922.post-6725585078723660647</id><published>2012-07-11T22:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-07-12T20:04:45.182-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="algae"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="auto"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="auto-flocculation"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bio"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bio diesel"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bio fuel"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bio-diesel"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bio-fuel"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="biodiesel"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="biofuel"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bottles"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dewatering"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="flocculate"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="flocculation"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="green"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="money"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="PH"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="recycle"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reuse"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="water"/><title type='text'>more on my bioreactor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
I&#39;ve been reading about&amp;nbsp;separating&amp;nbsp;algae from water and it seems like their are several different methods that can be used. you can just let it dry out in the sun without a lid, this however presents some problems, it needs to both be very hot, or mildly hot with a breeze, and bugs.&lt;br /&gt;
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now bugs are really annoying hence the name, bug, they like to lay their eggs in still water that then create larvae which in turn will eat your algae. and then they become whatever including mosquitoes so putting open containers out in the open is good as long as its hot and you have a draft and a way of covering the containers without restricting air movement by too much. one thing i have found works is you get some netting like the kind you can buy at jo anns fabrics something kinda like this would work i think&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.joann.com/nylon-net-72-many-colors/prd7200/&quot;&gt;http://www.joann.com/nylon-net-72-many-colors/prd7200/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;I would be wary of this it seems like the holes might be too big but you want your holes to be smaller than the oppening of a water bottle and the netting needs to have an inch or more of space between itself and the water so no eggs get laid through the netting.&lt;br /&gt;
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another method is to use a process called auto-floculation, &amp;nbsp;auto-floculation is the raising of the PH of the water to 10.5 or more (for most common species). this causes the algae to clump together and sink to the bottom of the tank, this doesnt remove all the algae from the water or any of it for that matter, all it does is make it easier to gather the algae. so the algae is then in clumps on the bottom of the container you can either use a find combed net to get the algae out or you can slowly drain the water off of the top and collect the remaing algae afterwords. the nice thing about this method is then you dont have to worry about getting a new starter culture you just reuse the water give it some more nutrients and wait.&lt;br /&gt;
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you may be asking right now, (or googling) how to raise the PH level in water, well one way to do it with the algae is to remove the carbon dioxide supply the algae will continue to consume carbon dixide raising the PH and making the algae flocculate. another way i have read about but dont know how well it will work is by adding baking soda to the water. baking soda is sodium bicarbonate which is supposedly a basic substance therefore raising the PH (correct me if im wrong), therefore flocculating the algae.&lt;br /&gt;
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well thats all i have for you for today (and the last couple of days) check in soon and i might even have a working camera to take pictures on!&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yurspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6725585078723660647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yurspot.blogspot.com/2012/07/more-on-my-bioreactor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081359616591595922/posts/default/6725585078723660647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081359616591595922/posts/default/6725585078723660647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yurspot.blogspot.com/2012/07/more-on-my-bioreactor.html' title='more on my bioreactor'/><author><name>Zaronas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725806824943281915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081359616591595922.post-4349164180782025368</id><published>2012-07-08T21:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-07-08T21:44:23.820-06:00</updated><title type='text'>facebook</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
so facebook is for laughs not drama not your terrible life its for laughs and big things that happen k deal please stop posting all your crap&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yurspot.blogspot.com/feeds/4349164180782025368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yurspot.blogspot.com/2012/07/facebook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081359616591595922/posts/default/4349164180782025368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081359616591595922/posts/default/4349164180782025368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yurspot.blogspot.com/2012/07/facebook.html' title='facebook'/><author><name>Zaronas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725806824943281915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081359616591595922.post-6167242247107371951</id><published>2012-07-07T21:59:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2012-07-07T21:59:57.583-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="air"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bio fuel"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bio-diesel"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bio-fuel"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="biodiesel"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="biofuel"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bottles"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dirt"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="green"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="re"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="recycle"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="redeem"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="remanage"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reuse"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="river"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="water"/><title type='text'>algae bio-reactor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
So my algae bio reactor (sorry i didn&#39;t write this yesterday got caught up making a second story in my dads shop)&lt;br /&gt;
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First thing why did i decide to build a algae bio reactor (tanks of water that grow algae):&lt;br /&gt;
well the short explanation is i thought it would be cool to make some bio diesel but what i tell my parents so they don&#39;t get too mad at my tanks of green water in the backyard is that its good for the&amp;nbsp;environment&amp;nbsp;and if i actually make enough diesel i can start selling it and get a little income for myself (although I&#39;m pretty sure that you need to have a license to sell diesel to anyone but oh well.)&lt;br /&gt;
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Second, what is an algae Bio-Reactor:&lt;br /&gt;
An algae Bio-Reactor is in short clear containers of some sort with algae growing in them. That means that even your dogs water holder that has that green tint you have been meaning to clean out is technically a Bio-Reactor. My Bio-Reactor is a collection of water bottles, power drink bottles, Henry Weinhard bottles, clear plastic feeding tube iv bags, and a couple 5 gallon buckets filled with my algae water solution.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thirdly how to make an algae bio reactor and a few tips and tricks to make it better:&lt;br /&gt;
first of all you need to grow your culture and how to do this is go to some public lake or stream and get a rock out of the bottom the&amp;nbsp;slimier&amp;nbsp;and grosser and greener the better while you are there get your five or seven gallon bucket of of nice lake/stream water and put a couple small scoops (2-3 cups) of dirt from the bottom of the water into the bucket and put your rock in their too.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;That&#39;s&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;where your algae will grow after a few days it should be getting greener. one thing you can do to significantly improve the growth rate of your algae is to get an air line and drop it into the bottom of the tank and have some constant bubbling going on that can effectively double the rate at which your algae will grow. once it starts getting&amp;nbsp;really&amp;nbsp;green turn off your air line in the morning and by the end of the day your water should be more green than brown, this is because the dirt has settled but the algae doesn&#39;t settle.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now that you have a decent culture spot you can take your empty bottles and fill them up with water from the tank, you&#39;ll want to fill them up to the point closest to the top with the most surface area, so in beer bottles and Henry Weinhard bottles that would be right before the neck, in water bottles that&#39;s before the last curve, on all of these bottle you&#39;ll want to take the paper and packaging and what not off of them, to allow more light through.&lt;br /&gt;
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now that you have a million and four cans full of algae water let it grow ill post in a week or so so more stuff on what to do next maybe&amp;nbsp;tomorrow&amp;nbsp;ill post some more tips and tricks to help your algae grow better, just go research it up their is a ton of places with information one great site is instructables.com they have a lot of stuff on algae just search for it if you have any questions leave them in the comments have a great day!&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yurspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6167242247107371951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yurspot.blogspot.com/2012/07/algae-bio-reactor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081359616591595922/posts/default/6167242247107371951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081359616591595922/posts/default/6167242247107371951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yurspot.blogspot.com/2012/07/algae-bio-reactor.html' title='algae bio-reactor'/><author><name>Zaronas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725806824943281915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081359616591595922.post-2206895572327435796</id><published>2012-07-05T20:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-07-05T20:10:01.359-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ad"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ads"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bio"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bio diesel"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bio fuel"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bio-diesel"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bio-fuel"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="biodiesel"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="biofuel"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blacksmithing"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="camera"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="conservative"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="doctor"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="doctor who"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="donations"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="money"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="smelting"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Smithing"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="who"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="zaronas"/><title type='text'>hey so I&#39;m back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;So I&#39;ve dived into the realm of awesome green technology, let the record hold i am a strong conservative but this stuff is cool and renewable and largely you can do it yourself. if any of you guys have instructables.com accounts my username is zaronas and you can find me there, then again my username is zaronas on most things so that&#39;s probably me if you see that username.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;tommorrow (because this is my post for the day) ill talk about my algae bio reactor and some of my plans for that. first i have to find my camera because cameras are cool(doctor who quote, that reminds me i should post about how awesome doctor who is). hey if i for some strange reason have some rich fan who has to much money and doesnt know what to do with it feel free to message me so i can give you details for my paypal account so you can give me donations so i can spend more time on here and can build more project and give you guys more awesome stuff, then again if you click on my ads then i can spend more time on here because then i will be earning more money, and if this becomes some sort of actual base of income then i could do some awesome stuff like get a better camera or my own, and my own laptop, and a better bio reactor, and some land to make my kiln on so i can get myself back into blacksmithing, ill have to tell you guys that story later but for now this is me saying click on the ads or give me money! and goodnight from mountain standard time!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yurspot.blogspot.com/feeds/2206895572327435796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yurspot.blogspot.com/2012/07/hey-so-im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081359616591595922/posts/default/2206895572327435796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081359616591595922/posts/default/2206895572327435796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yurspot.blogspot.com/2012/07/hey-so-im-back.html' title='hey so I&#39;m back'/><author><name>Zaronas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725806824943281915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081359616591595922.post-2136946319172308629</id><published>2012-05-05T21:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-05-05T22:21:18.219-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="an autobiography"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="autobiography"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="awesome"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blog"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="book"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="learning"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="make"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="novel"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="prologue"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="speech"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="strategy"/><title type='text'>My Novel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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i am writing a book, a future auto biographical fiction novel. it is about how i took over the world and the long grueling process it took to get there.&lt;br /&gt;
http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/300268?chapter=1&lt;br /&gt;
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this is the prologue:&lt;br /&gt;
some people are born with certain ideas, certain wiring in their brains. Some are wired with the idea that they need to do good for the world. Some people are like me, but not exactly. some have the desire to control, others have the capability, some have the natural talent, few know what to do with it. I was born with all of these. I have the talent, the desire, the capability. Few can recognize this in me, i tell them, they listen, they laugh, then they will be brought down into the depths of humility. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yurspot.blogspot.com/feeds/2136946319172308629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yurspot.blogspot.com/2012/05/my-novel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081359616591595922/posts/default/2136946319172308629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081359616591595922/posts/default/2136946319172308629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yurspot.blogspot.com/2012/05/my-novel.html' title='My Novel'/><author><name>Zaronas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725806824943281915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081359616591595922.post-1749911535455244069</id><published>2012-05-03T20:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-05-03T20:36:28.170-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="program"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="speech"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="text"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="text to speech"/><title type='text'>Begin dictating</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
so i just found this new program. it&#39;s the school program called tatzi. It is when I&#39;m using to read this article right now.unfortunately it is not very good at recognizing my voice right now but is still a lot faster than typing. their command such as in delete last fragment, and commands such as spell but which allows you to spell out words that do not come out correctly when spoken or you do not know how to pronounce. It&#39;s really actually a great program the only problem i had with it so far is it does not understand the phrase delete last fragment which causes writing to be very annoying. because every time up but the program here something it&#39;s not supposed to i have to manually goal and backspace through the entire thing, up to but it still is a great program. Luckily for but up you who decided to read my blog that&#39;s all you have to do but to download the program from my personal database that is to comment on this post and i will give you the link to download it. As you can tell but i have not taken out some of the many colman homes that happened when using this program ip i live in and not so quiet house of the only thing going on in the background is my dad watching tv and that is causing all of the errors the buts and everything else.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yurspot.blogspot.com/feeds/1749911535455244069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yurspot.blogspot.com/2012/05/begin-dictating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081359616591595922/posts/default/1749911535455244069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081359616591595922/posts/default/1749911535455244069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yurspot.blogspot.com/2012/05/begin-dictating.html' title='Begin dictating'/><author><name>Zaronas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02725806824943281915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>