Wednesday, August 28, 2013

A Reboot

I realize its been quite some time since I've written anything in this blog, and I can understand why that is. In the past year, I found myself overwhelmed with the new responsibilities of my life, and was unable to deal with them properly, which caused me to let go several things; this blog was one of those things. Despite this desire to start writing again, I am fully aware (now) that sometimes life has a way of jumping up on you, and it makes you change. I have certainly changed, but I believe myself ready to once again take up the mantle of the writer. Consider this the "reboot" of Spouts of Information.
 "Geronimo" - Who hasn't said this at some point in time

Sunday, January 27, 2013

The Town that Time Forgot

The Town that Time Forgot
Its the twenty first century. At least, for the rest of the world. In the lonely reaches of the West, lies a town that rests forever in the year 1888. Eternally blind to the workings of the outside world, they toil on in the heat of the sun without ice, live the night without the comfort of electricity, and brave the winter without heating. There, they entertain themselves with books (of which there are few), and singing songs around a bed of coals. In this town, they eat off the land, with the food that they grow and the game they hunt. Supported only by their gardens and their ability to hunt, they dance on the edge of possible calamity. Should the harvest be too poor, of a disease or storm kill off game, they would starve. But if their bodies were to be weakened by hunger, they would fall to sickness long before the emptiness of their stomachs. There was no idea of bacteria, or sterilization. They drank from wild streams, touched the blood of the injured, loved without a worry. And so they rose each morning, oblivious to the troubles of our world, toiled to survive, and slept at ease, knowing that they would awake to the same world they closed their eyes on. Until time remembered them. The changes came slowly, like water seeping through the ground. At first, it appeared as if nothing had changed. Then, the days became hotter, and the nights colder. The air turned sour, and tasted of metal and waste. The mountain streams that once flowed crisp and clear were transformed into rotting cesspools of stagnant bilge. The dirt tighter it's grip on the soil, making is poor in quality and scarce to find. The harvest dwindled, the land died, the game vanished. The people, in their little town with its backcountry roads and wood and nail buildings that lay in the reaches of the West, cried. The children screamed with the pain of empty bellies, the young raged at the injustice. Mothers cried for their children, and the elderly wept silently, for fear of being heard. The people turned from despair to hate. They shouted at the sky, the stars, and themselves. They blamed one another, and fought. As the cries of the children started to lessen in number, they turned to fixing the calamity. But it was too late, as time had fully discovered them. Soon, our world found them too. We sent healers, thinkers, speakers. But the more we tried to help, the more the people of the town fled in terror. When the speakers, and healers couldn't help, we sent the fighters. In all their glory, we sent them. They flew in their metal birds and rode their steel horses. The town people saw these, and struck out in fear. The shouted and cursed, throwing rocks, and shooting their guns. It did little to the metal beasts on the land and in the air. Our thinkers could not tell us where they were from, or how they appeared there. The leaders soon began to yell at one another, preaching about morals, giving sermons of war. And all the while, the harvest dwindled, the land died, and the game vanished. The leaders switched from leading to fighting, and soon, they called an order. They demanded a storm be called, and from it try would rain down wrath and ruin on the town. The clouds gathered, the sky darkened, and the rain was ready to fall. As the downpour began, the clocks blinked. And time forgot. It forgot the town in the reaches of the West, that in January of 1889 was struck by so terrible a storm that the town was wiped from the map. Soon, the harvests were bountiful, the land was vibrant, and the game flourished. Time forgot, never to again remember.

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

New Beginnings

So, tomorrow is the beginning of the second semester for school. As I look back at the past two terms, I realize how much I'm gonna miss the classes I had, the teachers who taught me, the friends I made, the things I've learned, and the new things I've experienced. Here's to the new semester, and all it will bring.

So that's the first thing. The second is what I was doing on Monday. For any Americans out there, I'm sure you know what was going on. For those of you who aren't American, or don't know that much about America, it was the 57th Presidential Inauguration. On that day, President Obama took the oath of office, reinstating himself as the president of the United States. See, I was volunteering there, working directional assistance. When I was there I got to meet a ton of people, help a ton of people, and I got to listen to Obama speak. It was pretty inspiring.

Sunday, January 6, 2013

Tomorrows

Has it ever crossed your mind that tomorrow never comes? Because, as third dimensional beings in a fourth dimensional world, we are always trapped in the present. Because of this, we can never be in tomorrow. At the turn of the clock hand, when the day ends and the next one begins, we are always in this state of the moment. We always plan for tomorrow, are constantly look toward it, waiting for the time when it arrives. But it will never come, and I'm not saying this because I'm in some sort of depressed state, or that I want you to be one. It's the truth, or rather the truth of a concept constructed by humans. To search for answers is to be human, but often when we know the answer, we look back to the question. So stop looking for that tomorrow that will never come. Instead, look towards that today that's already here.

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

New Year!

It's 2013! Another year come, and gone. With it goes the memories, the words, and the first semester (although second semester starts next week, not there just yet)! Now, normally someone would tell you of their New Year's Resolutions, but I'm not. I'm going to tell to the ones I had last year, and weather or not I did them.
Resolution 1: Be more kind to people who don't get shown kindness. This one was a success. I was more excepting, more open to people, and held in anger better.
Resolution 2: become significantly better at Magic the Gathering. Another ball on the hole! However this one got pulled of in the last week, so I was dance on the edge there.
Resolution 3: actually finish a campaign of the table top role playing game Dungeons and Dragon. Big thumps down. Looking back now, I wonder why I even considered that to be possible. The only story I've ever heard that has the campaign end is one that has all of the characters die in it. And thats not something I wanted to pull off. Well, that's all I had, so Guten Morgen, Guten Tag, Guten Abend, und Guten Nacht!

Monday, July 2, 2012

Poetry with JD - The Better Side

The Better Side

I wish to be on the better side
Where grass is green and nature needs no guide
Where the good people wait
Where no one weeps at the sight of his fate

How can I get there?
When vines are all around,
And all I know,
Is crushed to the ground?

I wish to be on that better side
Where light is strong and darkness will hide
Where my path cannot go
To the shore I'll never know

I can smell the beauty
And hear the voices
The angels singing
Saying unchoosable choices

I need to be on that better side
Where strong things grow and nothing has died
Where I can lay to rest
After being my best

I see out there that better side
The way i found, in you I'll confide
Find what you love, and do it everyday
That is, and will be the only way.

I have made it to the better side
Where grass is green and nature needs no guide
Where the good people wait
Where no one weeps at the sight of his fate

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Camping with JD - Part 6

The water in the Youghagany River is FREEZING! I swear, if it wasn't a river, it would be an ice block. Now, the reason I know the state of the water in the Youghagany River is because... That right you guessed it! I went camping in the Ohiopyle campground this past weekend. On this trip, I faced the enemy that three years ago tore pretty much halve of my face off,