http://search.deviantart.com/?q=by:deviated1&section=today deviantART RSS for by:deviated1 en-us Copyright 2009, deviantART.com Fri, 04 Dec 2009 09:59:18 PST deviantART.com http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss http://s.deviantart.com/minish/widgets/apple-touch-icon-precomposed.png http://deviated1.deviantart.com/journal/18110795/ http://deviated1.deviantart.com/journal/18110795/ Thu, 01 May 2008 00:43:47 PDT today in art i printed out this picture, tried to copy it, failed and then proceeded to pastel directly over the printed picture. i showed the teacher, hoping she would notice it was a fake, she didnt, she gave me advice on how to improve it. so i went back, worked on it then showed it to her again, she said it was good and i said i didnt like it. when she started to walk off i ripped it in half. she pivoted around and bore the most thourough look of horror ive ever seen. she just stared for like ten seconds then i realized she was either going to snap or going to break down, so i told her what it was and reassured her it wasnt real art.
she wasnt too thrilled.
it was great.
whats been up with you?

]]> ~deviated1 http://deviated1.deviantart.com/journal/17187784/ http://deviated1.deviantart.com/journal/17187784/ Tue, 04 Mar 2008 22:14:15 PST
]]> ~deviated1 http://deviated1.deviantart.com/journal/16662697/ http://deviated1.deviantart.com/journal/16662697/ Thu, 31 Jan 2008 17:05:05 PST hows all your guys' month been?

]]> ~deviated1 http://deviated1.deviantart.com/journal/16499190/ http://deviated1.deviantart.com/journal/16499190/ Mon, 21 Jan 2008 03:06:50 PST went out the other night and bombed tabor with dave then met up with nicole and ran a decent little hill down bellmont for a while, got fun when the traffic died down.
started my budo (martial arts) class, thats pretty fun, im the leader of the spoken word committee for the diversity assembly, so we have a meeting every week, this week im going to start my scuba diving classes, so my schedule is rapidly filling up. to those who i have unintentionally ignored i am sorry. to hannah i am especially sorry, but i fear i have no room in my muddled mind for such perversions. i will start talking to you soon, im not blotting you out of existence.
made bacon the other night. it was delicious.
while i enjoy taking a month off of pot every now and again i think that january was a silly month to do it, i always neglect to remember how damned long it is, on the bright side february 1st is a friday. i just did 5 tests in a row in my chemistry class because my teacher did a test every day i was suspended a while back. i did them all in one period and aced every one of them... shit, i gotta finish that packet too. anyways, peace be with you and may your journeys be safe, or at least entertaining and worthy.
-Loki

]]> ~deviated1 http://deviated1.deviantart.com/journal/15679327/ http://deviated1.deviantart.com/journal/15679327/ Mon, 26 Nov 2007 13:10:28 PST father has got your back, even if it looks as though hes turning his.

let them blow up, ignite, freak out, escelate, now is a time to be one with what is, not what they are making it.

father has your back.
fuck what the rest of them say

]]> ~deviated1 http://deviated1.deviantart.com/journal/15263836/ http://deviated1.deviantart.com/journal/15263836/ Sun, 28 Oct 2007 19:38:57 PDT Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
" 'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door;
Only this, and nothing more."


Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow, sorrow for the lost Lenore,.
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore,
Nameless here forevermore.


And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me---filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
" 'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door,
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door.
This it is, and nothing more."


Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is, I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you." Here I opened wide the door;---
Darkness there, and nothing more.


Deep into the darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word,
Lenore?, This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word,
"Lenore!" Merely this, and nothing more.


Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping, something louder than before,
"Surely," said I, "surely, that is something at my window lattice.
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore.
Let my heart be still a moment, and this mystery explore.
" 'Tis the wind, and nothing more."


Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven, of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door.
Perched upon a bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door,
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.


Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly, grim, and ancient raven, wandering from the nightly shore.
Tell me what the lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore."
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."


Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning, little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door,
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."


But the raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered; not a feather then he fluttered;
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before;
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."


Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master, whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster, till his songs one burden bore,---
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never---nevermore."


But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore --
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

Thus I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl, whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velve... ]]> ~deviated1 http://deviated1.deviantart.com/journal/15044955/ http://deviated1.deviantart.com/journal/15044955/ Sat, 13 Oct 2007 14:04:02 PDT floor tickets: $220-260

donations for the needy?

]]> ~deviated1 http://deviated1.deviantart.com/journal/15044090/ http://deviated1.deviantart.com/journal/15044090/ Sat, 13 Oct 2007 13:00:42 PDT
-death before submission-

]]> ~deviated1 http://deviated1.deviantart.com/journal/14722220/ http://deviated1.deviantart.com/journal/14722220/ Thu, 20 Sep 2007 22:48:17 PDT ill spare the details, im fucking tired of him.
never good enough... i always thought that was some teenager cliche bullshit, but i honestly doubt that many people have a father who is as critically over expective as my dad.
i got enrolled in ap classes this year, im taking night classes at ccc 3 days a week,
i forgot to take out my laundry for a day. he threw it on the floor then yelled at me.
seriously, when im doing good hes only a little bit less of an asshole... whatever, noone wants to hear it, and i dont need to show weakness on a worldly accessable site, i dont like showing it to anyone i trust.
especially not anyone i trust.

my ex girlfriend that put up with my childish ass for a year and a half while i was a pathetic emo child moved up to portland and has been trying to get a hold of me for months.
ive been dodging her. ive been bitter and dismissive of the characters in my past.
especcially her.
i think im done. i talked to her for a while tonight, it was unwaranted to get so down on her.
someone to blame.
i dont know how well it would blow over with her coming over to my birthday party, but i think im going to go to hers. ill also get to se the 22 year old neo nazi she dumped me for, hes a whineyer bitch than me.
what do you even get someone like that?
i think she wants my nuts too, thats the hit i was getting at least.
sounds like her life is falling together though.
good for her.
katri's moving to newyork, im glad everything worked out for her.
johnnie is taking my place at the pirate festival, the one ive been looking foreward to for a year.
yeah i have to go meet with my group who is bound and determined to get me an 'f' on my first project in us history...

whatever. im done.

]]> ~deviated1 http://deviated1.deviantart.com/journal/13861114/ http://deviated1.deviantart.com/journal/13861114/ Tue, 24 Jul 2007 14:13:39 PDT i entered this photojournalist contest and won so they flew me over to a less hot zone of iraq to get some pictures of 'our boys at rest' but there was no solidity in that so i took a leave of absence and headed towards Falluja, one of the hottest spots currently in iraq to get some combat pictures, but the media advisor wouldnt let me out with my camera and informed me that my mere prescence in that particular military zone was illegal and i was to leave or be reprimanded and flown back to the states, which i was not ready for. so i met hummada, a local and started talking to him as much as i could, being as my hebrew is limited and his english is limited, but i eventually and painstakingly learned about a local hub for anti-occupation activity, i.e. 'terrorists'
he took me there and explained that i had no intent on betraying their location and i eventually fell in with them and their operations.
then last week they actually assigned me to a mission, they flew me over to cuba and that is all that i'm entitled to say without jeapordizing their operations.
the point is is that im alive and you can stop worrying about me. though i would love to hear from you all.

]]> ~deviated1 http://deviated1.deviantart.com/journal/13861112/ http://deviated1.deviantart.com/journal/13861112/ Tue, 24 Jul 2007 14:13:30 PDT i entered this photojournalist contest and won so they flew me over to a less hot zone of iraq to get some pictures of 'our boys at rest' but there was no solidity in that so i took a leave of absence and headed towards Falluja, one of the hottest spots currently in iraq to get some combat pictures, but the media advisor wouldnt let me out with my camera and informed me that my mere prescence in that particular military zone was illegal and i was to leave or be reprimanded and flown back to the states, which i was not ready for. so i met hummada, a local and started talking to him as much as i could, being as my hebrew is limited and his english is limited, but i eventually and painstakingly learned about a local hub for anti-occupation activity, i.e. 'terrorists'
he took me there and explained that i had no intent on betraying their location and i eventually fell in with them and their operations.
then last week they actually assigned me to a mission, they flew me over to cuba and that is all that i'm entitled to say without jeapordizing their operations.
the point is is that im alive and you can stop worrying about me. though i would love to hear from you all.

]]> ~deviated1 http://deviated1.deviantart.com/journal/12965722/ http://deviated1.deviantart.com/journal/12965722/ Tue, 15 May 2007 13:27:55 PDT i cant hold my booze in the morning on an empty stomach, and ive been smoking like a chimeny, but its all pretty good.
theres this feeling that i get, when school gets out and im laying in the shady grass looking up into the intricate webs of the trees, i have nowhere i need to be.
relaxed.

]]> ~deviated1 http://deviated1.deviantart.com/journal/12808302/ http://deviated1.deviantart.com/journal/12808302/ Tue, 01 May 2007 19:55:35 PDT which is odd, because im immune to every common cold, the fever, ebola, food poisoning, west nile virus, mad cow disease, bird flu, every other flu, swamp fever,jungle fever, cat scratch fever and boogie fever.

the only possible culprit: magic. there is clearly a malignant being expending a great deal of energy to bring me into a weakened state. even my greatest charms fail. the omnipotent coat of many shirts, the dime store necklace i found in 8th grade, my special yummy tea, the special brownie i ate the other day, my belt, my hair, even plunder pockets has failed to cleanse this vile curse from my body. i just wore the three strongest bad magic deterants all day AND took a 3 hour nap wearing them, and i still feel like shit. this is impossible.

it must be a cult of some sort, for there are few powerfull enough to do this to me. it does not help that my father took my almighty comforter to the dry cleaners, i mean, i can recharge all the magic that will have been washed from it, but timing.... timing...

to all who are powerfull and companions, i ask for your assistance.
to all who wish to strike me down in this moment of weakness, it will not be easy.

and to you who have initiated this, i garuntee it will backfire on you, when i am purified again i will send this back to whence it came.
you have not harmed me, you have only began the process to harming yourself.

fuckers.

to do: shower, meditate, sleep.

peace.
annihalation.

]]> ~deviated1 http://deviated1.deviantart.com/journal/12560181/ http://deviated1.deviantart.com/journal/12560181/ Wed, 11 Apr 2007 21:39:33 PDT while self evaluation is frowned upon and ruled out as innaccurate, i will nevertheless construct a structural self analysis, for my own personal reflection. feeling particularly pessimistic at the moment i will ignore my strenghts, the very flaw of self analysis, but will by no means regard this as a full examination of my character.
i am repeatedly foiled in my efforts to be a satisfied human being by two fundamental flaws. The foremost, and most externally evident being a fear of order. in any situation that involves schedule, rules regulations and the like i find myself feeling foreign and uneasy, often going as far as to alienate myself entirely. that, coupled with my other prevailant shortcoming is to blame for my lack of movement through life. less evident to those who know me less is my other basic shortcoming, lack of initiative. it is a curse of sorts, one that i must overcome with sheer will power, that i would be gifted with the intelligence that i so prize in myself, yet a fear of nurturing that very same talent to something that would benifit me, seperating me from the millions of other fools out there. it kills me...

to combat these weaknesses i will construct a paradoxicle weapon. an organizational system of my own disorder. i will create my own rules and i will oblige to follow them, on this statement i hang the condition of my character. to fail would be a grave disservice to myself.

]]> ~deviated1 http://deviated1.deviantart.com/journal/10209452/ http://deviated1.deviantart.com/journal/10209452/ Wed, 27 Sep 2006 22:25:39 PDT
"striving for honor heare means, 'making oneself superior and also wishing to appear so publicly.' if the first is lacking and the second is desired nevertheless, then one speaks of vanity. if the second is lacking and not missed, then one speaks of pride."--Nietzsche

"the unchangeable character is influenced in its expressions by its enviroment and education- not in its essence." --Nietzsche

]]> ~deviated1 http://deviated1.deviantart.com/journal/9933445/ http://deviated1.deviantart.com/journal/9933445/ Fri, 01 Sep 2006 18:38:04 PDT gatherers>scouts>soldiers>queen) or something similar to that, but still based on class with a peon working their ass off and a 'leader' sitting around getting fat, they statagize their wars i.e. calculating the benifits of attacking something, moving in formations, and attacking En Masse. so after realizing how amazingly similar we are to ants, dont you find it ironic that they are such a symbol of insignificance? ]]> ~deviated1