tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51836632011-12-13T06:24:18.400-05:00<center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/Junglebuttons/salutebanner3.jpg"></center> <center><b> :: Relax. Open your eyes. :: </b></center>Mattnoreply@blogger.comBlogger4331100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-578754524999304322011-12-13T06:24:00.001-05:002011-12-13T06:24:18.408-05:00

test

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-8522125778134497802008-02-04T15:14:00.001-05:002008-02-04T15:14:46.626-05:00

It's been a while.I love you.

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1169674729546106392007-01-24T16:30:00.000-05:002007-01-24T16:38:49.566-05:00

Seeing as how I'm getting a lot of unexpected traffic from Audrey's new blog, I guess I will post things here, too, now.Well, two things.1. Re-read my first sentence up there, and notice the number of commas at the end: "....here, too, now." Unfortunately, that's grammatically correct despite the literal suffocation I feel having to pause at each of them. Grammar is both a friend and a foe.2.

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1169164807377046762007-01-18T18:51:00.000-05:002007-01-18T19:00:07.396-05:00

I'm back. No promises to start this thing up again, it's just a slightly more private blogging venue than Myspace. I don't know if that's actually true, or if it just seems that way, but I pretty much don't care.Have you ever experienced a point in your life where more than one friend inexplicably stops talking to you, or when they do, it seems like everything has changed? I have no less than

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1158133457504147872006-09-13T02:55:00.000-04:002006-09-13T03:44:20.596-04:00

I had a decently long post written here, but I sent a very long email instead.As an adult, I have options, and that's the one I picked. I'm sorry, though. I really wanted to revive this thing tonight, but it didn't happen.

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1146724836316300482006-05-04T02:36:00.000-04:002006-05-04T02:41:32.613-04:00

Ugh! I'm in such a bad mood, and I really shouldn't be. I think this irregular sleep has gotten to me or something.One of those "hold me" moments for sure. I wish someone would grab my hand and hold it for a good hour. No words. No commitment. Nothing serious. Just hold my hand.Few things are as comforting as that.

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1146531600455234762006-05-01T20:52:00.000-04:002006-05-01T21:00:00.470-04:00

Gosh. Am I really post-myspace?I believe so, kiddos.Anyway, on to the business-matters. Consider this a revival of slipperycords, despite the unintention of it ending in the first place. Sorry about that. At one point or another, I inadvertently (though definitely consciously) stopped posting here since I posted so much over on myspace. I'm not as tenacious as my friend Meg, who has been posting

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1137735583774561412006-01-20T00:31:00.000-05:002006-01-20T00:58:20.296-05:00

Listening to: Gavin Degraw - We Belong TogetherMood: I hope you find this gift.I started a new job as a copy editor. I'm actually more of a writer, actually, but my title is still "Copy Editor," officially.That's right kids.(Edit: I just read that again and realized that in the same statement where I professed to be a writer, I used the word "actually" twice! I'm leaving it that way.)Anyway, I

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1135747813162744722005-12-27T22:15:00.000-05:002005-12-28T00:30:13.196-05:00

With a ground this soft, the contours of the earth are bound to change.

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1135623279903410182005-12-26T13:50:00.000-05:002005-12-26T13:54:39.916-05:00

How's that sound to be found, crowned with profoundness, to be reknowned in a round town, for a sound you didn't sound? You'd break ground to pull down the crown you've found and look around at the browness of reality, the plain sound of life. Jot down all the common nouns, without a frown or without drowning in sound you didn't sound, in a town you haven't found, with a profoundness you do not

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1135441396374268752005-12-24T11:22:00.000-05:002005-12-24T11:29:22.013-05:00

Smile. :)

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1134867588568428032005-12-17T19:57:00.000-05:002005-12-17T20:03:49.216-05:00

Listening to: A carousel of nicknames that I've been given over the years, muffled.Mood: Matthew Tyler PriestleyI need a connection.

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1134411710882197442005-12-12T12:40:00.000-05:002005-12-13T09:47:29.906-05:00

Listening to: the Asian singers at the end of "A Christmas Story"Mood: "Deck the harrs with bows of horry fa rararara - ra ra ra ra!"Christmas in America? Well, to me, nothing smells more like Christmas than Scotch tape, and as regretful as that is, the fact remains: presents are fun! Of course I enjoy giving them more than receiving them. In fact, I don't really even have a list, nor have I

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1133025287435344852005-11-26T12:12:00.000-05:002005-11-26T12:14:47.446-05:00

I love my freaking camera. Oh, and I have some beautiful friends.DeenaJoel

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1132854898718304182005-11-24T12:36:00.000-05:002005-11-24T12:56:26.023-05:00

listening to: Matt Pond - Snow Daymood: "struck brightly by the winter"I find it hard to believe that my discovery of proper "winter drinks" was already a year ago. I feel like it's been winter the whole time, and now my Bailey's and hot chocolate feels just as warm and tastes just as malty. It seems like I was there just today. Earlier. Just to skip with you guys in Chelsea, or to see the big

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1131641957724414132005-11-10T11:54:00.000-05:002005-11-10T11:59:17.736-05:00

California:There are so many more where these came from...

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1131478453531033782005-11-08T14:32:00.000-05:002005-12-15T21:22:55.846-05:00

Listening to: Sigur Ros - Glosoli (Glowsun)Mood: Barefoot---Now you wake Everything seems changed I look out But there's nothing at all Barefoot, I then find her in pajamas, she In a dream then found me hanging by a codnunWith the sun is she And it is in here But where are you?Go on a hike And trot the street Can't see out And use the stars She sits endlesslyAnd then climbs out Glowsun-ny, she

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1130739818006462772005-10-31T01:23:00.000-05:002005-10-31T01:23:38.016-05:00

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1130474390210286202005-10-28T00:24:00.000-04:002005-10-28T00:39:50.223-04:00

In my quest to find a good grad program, I submitted requests for information from many different schools, including some of the top programs. Or so I thought they were top programs... I got an email from MIT today:Dear Mr. Priestley:Thank you for your continued interest in MIT Sloan School of Management. We have enjoyed hosting you in our Ambassador's Program, meeting you at an MBA Fair or Forte

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1130471972544057992005-10-27T23:48:00.000-04:002005-10-27T23:59:32.556-04:00

Listening to: Audrey Assad: Let GoMood: "I love the way you hold me anyway."I took this in Tempe on Mill Ave, where most people climb these steps to a restaurant that I've never been to. The sky is painted onto the ceiling with the best clouds ever, and strategic, blue lights create an aura.It's random, but I like it.By the way, if you click the link above, there's information in the blogs

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1130287811401605662005-10-25T20:35:00.000-04:002005-10-25T20:50:11.410-04:00

Listening to: Death Cab for Cutie - TransatlanticismMood: The distance is quite simply much to far for me to row, it seem farther than ever before. I need you so much closer.Most days I wish I was shorter. Today I wanted to be someone else completely.

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1130091354794611272005-10-23T14:07:00.000-04:002005-10-23T14:18:44.983-04:00

Listening to: Matisyahu - King Without a CrownMood: "What's this feeling? My love will rip a hole in the ceiling."Bob and I were talking about starting a graphic design business, mostly in passing, but what if we did? He's actually quite amazing with graphic design, and I can take some okay pictures. Here's my first attempt at a page layout from one of my photos from last night. What do you think

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1129607059376131052005-10-17T23:14:00.000-04:002005-10-17T23:44:19.383-04:00

Listening to: Imogen Heap - Hide and SeekMood: the dust has only just begunMy grandfather has lung cancer. He's a silent anchor in my family, the trunk of the tree. Without him there's just a pile of branches, drying up and becoming brittle.Part of me wants to remind all of us about the advances of technology and the amazing skill of doctors in this country, but... he's 77. He mows the lawn once

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1129479137179823082005-10-16T12:09:00.000-04:002005-10-16T12:19:54.636-04:00

Listening to: All American Rejects - Move AlongMood: your hands are mine to holdSo who knew that Barnes & Noble had such awesome lighting? Last night turned into a really fun photoshoot after Bob and Joel showed up in jackets to the bookstore. We are the awesomest.The one and only Bob Roman ladies and gentlemen (impeccable fashion sense):----Joel and his multicolored hair:---Swing swing swing

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1129419738997557742005-10-15T19:10:00.000-04:002005-10-15T19:49:20.256-04:00

Listening to: Jamie Cullum - High and DryMood: two jumps in a weekLast weekend, I woke up and realized that on my next birthday, I will be 23 years old. This has been one of the most productive weeks of my life.I'm tired of not being good with money, of being a procrastinator, of not investing time into reaching goals. I started and finished my application to ASU this week, including all

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1128488294277630112005-10-05T00:38:00.000-04:002005-10-05T00:58:14.283-04:00

Listening to: crickets outside and four very different voices upstairsMood: sad, extreme, hated, loved, unbalanced, crazy, neurotic, melodramatic, overboard, calm, contained, annoyed, unjust, hypocritical, critical, tired, satisfied, antsy, just ok, just ok.I think I'd rather just leave it at that.

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1128304102914596372005-10-02T21:47:00.000-04:002005-10-02T21:48:22.920-04:00

Last night I got to Papago Park just in time to take some sunset pictures. I think was one of the better ones.

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1128039995036707602005-09-29T20:23:00.000-04:002005-09-29T20:26:35.036-04:00

I'm sorry for those of you who enjoyed the pictures. I was just so SICK of looking at my brother's face when I went to my blog.I started typing a sentence about the cool things that happened last week and this week, but I have to save that for a better mood. I'm extremely pissed off about what happened at work just now.IDIOTS RULE THE WORLD!*Ahem* Sorry.

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1127026971302750002005-09-18T03:00:00.000-04:002005-09-29T20:23:02.963-04:00

This should really just be added to my last post, but I'm too lazy to go back to the first page to click "edit," so I'm just gonna post a new one.So I've decided that this will be the primary one, since apparently the primary ones are always pretty much straight-on and really bright, and they usually have catchy eyes. So here it is.

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1127007207650806052005-09-17T21:26:00.000-04:002005-09-29T20:23:47.843-04:00

This is my brother. It became apparent to me recently that some of you didn't even know I had one. Well, here he is. He's the hot one, as you can see. These headshots are going to Hollywood and beyond.(I don't know... "and beyond" seemed to fit.)---He looks like Hugh Grant in this one, I think.---This is his favorite.---This is my favorite.---Looks kinda young in this one, but I like it.---We're

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1126315774300591122005-09-09T21:23:00.000-04:002005-09-09T21:29:34.306-04:00

Listening to: Imogen Heap - Hide and SeekMood: Sinking. Feeling.I want to go home (in many ways).

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1126159442059377362005-09-08T01:43:00.000-04:002005-09-08T02:04:02.066-04:00

I have this theory that people who are really good at something and then become that and devote their lives to that one specific skill... well, they're just all-around boring people. Like people who are famous for doing just the one thing, ya know? Like if you've ever met someone who's devoted themselves to Physics or Chemistry, they might not be great with social interaction or something.I think

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1125625664983195212005-09-01T21:40:00.000-04:002005-09-01T21:47:44.990-04:00

Listening to: the buzz of fluorescent lightingMood: sadI got an email from Jen about her grandfather.Here's a portion of the email:"They found out yesterday that he has stomach cancer and he has a very large tumor in his stomach. They want to do surgery, but due to his weakened state from not being able to eat much for weeks, they have to keep him hospitalized for several weeks before they

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1125445072459926792005-08-30T19:32:00.000-04:002005-08-30T19:37:52.466-04:00

Listening to: Chris Tomlin - How great is our GodMood: "Sing with me..."I love the days when you feel so alive, breathing, knowing that breath is a gift.

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1125276666221468302005-08-28T19:48:00.000-04:002005-08-28T20:55:50.710-04:00

Listening to: Chantal Kreviazuk - In This LifeMood: "You're not a superstar."from my screenplay (somewhere in the first act. i'm working on the second act now, but i like taking things out of context today, apparently.)----A gust of wind sweeps the balloon from young Estlin’s grasp and blows his hair wildly as he watches the balloon taken into the low, swift clouds.Estlin’s mother, REBECCA

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1124943740479581472005-08-25T00:01:00.000-04:002005-08-25T00:22:20.486-04:00

Listening to: Red House Painters - Have You Forgotten?Mood: "Somehow they feel up, and you feel down."Traffic was bad because of an accident today. When I passed the wreckage I saw a kid my age sitting on the side of the road, and another one motionless in the driver's side of the car with a plastic neckbrace shoving his head unnaturally back on the headrest. His arms hung. I'm not sure if he was

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1124549003714876292005-08-20T10:40:00.000-04:002005-08-20T20:39:41.030-04:00

Photoshoots are fun. Adam wanted to be on myspace, so I took a few pictures of him. This was my favorite. (I hope you don't mind me posting this, Adam.)(I love my camera.)

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1124000789170429702005-08-14T02:16:00.000-04:002005-08-14T21:15:27.403-04:00

Listening to: Round Here - Counting CrowsMood: Something Radiates"Round here we're carving out our namesRound here we all look the same"The limb."Much love from me for Chris. RIP. 7-5-04.""Betty + Armi '05.""Travis Loves Jenn."

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1123551569107354732005-08-08T21:31:00.000-04:002005-08-08T21:39:29.113-04:00

I was just thinking.I've been in relationships before, real ones. And while there are a few things I don't miss, I really miss having one person to whom I can say,I love you, unequivocally.This isn't melodramatic;I was just thinking.

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1123452643701136832005-08-07T17:56:00.000-04:002005-08-07T18:34:05.670-04:00

Listening to: Sigur Ros - Untitled 4.Mood: Hopelandic.Adam and I drove a few hours to see Arizona. Turns out, it's amazing. A tiny little sign led us to this natural land bridge. Here are a few pictures.---------------

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1123322053746301492005-08-06T05:53:00.000-04:002005-08-06T05:54:13.753-04:00

Happy Birthday, Matt.

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1123162592133951232005-08-04T09:34:00.000-04:002005-08-04T09:36:32.140-04:00

“Between the night and the morning?”Beauty would drink of my mind.Youth would awhile forgetmy youth is gone from me.-Ezra Pound(I can't believe I'm 22.)

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1122219002839635372005-07-24T11:25:00.000-04:002005-07-24T11:30:02.840-04:00

I rarely walk out of movies, and when I do, it's never because the movie is crap. Sure, I've seen crap movies, but I mostly just finish them for closure."The Island" is the dumbest excuse for a film I've ever seen.And what makes me sadder than the elementary dialogue, and the unusually brief scenes, is the fact that they spent so much time and money on such a horrible piece of garbage and got

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1122088934720592062005-07-22T22:56:00.000-04:002005-07-24T11:24:57.666-04:00

Donald Welborn died in a plane crash Wednesday.(At first, my hands capitalized every word in that sentence.)I don't think I've ever met a man that drew in a group of people like he did. Just with a few words. Everything (everything) he did was for the Lord. I remember when he visited Carrollwood for the first time and everyone seemed to flock to bible study afterwards to hear his words. Then we

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1121906301690191722005-07-20T20:36:00.000-04:002005-07-20T20:40:13.836-04:00

Alexis's little monkeys. :)---Ethan makes the funniest faces.---And the cutest ones.He looks just like you, Alexis.

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1121536562067366082005-07-16T13:42:00.000-04:002005-07-16T13:57:52.590-04:00

Sure, I had had a few drinks at the time, but I was totally sober.I went to Urban Outfitters on Mill Ave last night with Adam and saw an angel with brown hair and these blueblueblue eyes. She needed my phone number for the transaction, and the conversation went something (let's face it, I remembered the whole thing word for word) like this:---Angel: May I have your phone number?Matt: Absolutely!

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1121069203038164592005-07-11T02:49:00.000-04:002005-07-11T04:06:43.100-04:00

I bought a biography (a lengthy, credible one) on e.e. cummings today.I read the preface to his part in WWI and his lonely stint in Paris after his arbitrary, three-month imprisonment at La-Ferte Mace. I saw the pictures that chronograph (however incompletely) his life in a psuedosummation that can't have scratched any surface. I read of the impossibly red sky which backlit the New York City of

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1121019961223226842005-07-10T14:11:00.000-04:002005-07-10T14:26:01.230-04:00

Here are the directions: Type “(your name) is” into Google, and then post your ten (or however many) favorite results. (This was so fun.)1. Matthew is derived from the Hebrew Mattija, being shortened to Mattai.2. Matthew is a Denver wedding photographer and a Colorado wedding photographer.3. Matthew is said to have died a martyr.4. Matthew is of course a big fine two year old now, althoughthings

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1120922744018708312005-07-09T11:24:00.000-04:002005-07-09T11:25:44.023-04:00

I hope you don't mind me posting this, Meg, but it's one of my favorite pictures ever...

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1120445478461623632005-07-03T22:50:00.000-04:002005-07-03T22:51:18.466-04:00

HAD I the heavens' embroidered cloths,Enwrought with golden and silver light,The blue and the dim and the dark clothsOf night and light and the half-light,I would spread the cloths under your feet:But I, being poor, have only my dreams;I have spread my dreams under your feet;Tread softly because you tread on my dreams. w.b.yeats

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1120417562778072332005-07-03T15:05:00.000-04:002005-07-03T15:06:25.813-04:00

Jen, this is a place in Sedona... I can't wait until December... :)

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1120376397820589322005-07-03T03:38:00.000-04:002005-07-03T03:39:57.820-04:00

I think Vanilla Sky is the best movie that almost no one has ever seen.

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1119842953401713602005-06-26T23:25:00.000-04:002005-06-26T23:29:13.406-04:00

Aubrey, you are appreciated in the world."So now you have two families,One by birth, the other by adoption.And you have a home where you can get:your questions answered,your boo boos bandaged,your heartaches soothed,And much needed hugs.And a place where you can find:answers to your questions,your image in the mirror,a part of yourself,And much needed hugs.Two different kinds of familiesTwo

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1119335601689523232005-06-21T01:56:00.000-04:002005-06-26T11:42:25.320-04:00

Listening to: the buzz of lights and the ceiling fan.Mood: I miss you.I vaguely remember a time when I connected with you on every level. I miss it completely: the quiver of my throat and eyes (closed), enclosed in a friendship hug. It gave me an inkling of proper love, objective and wholly pure, and even the whisper of real sexual anticipation which doesn't say "satisfaction," but "symbiosis."(I

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1118503574379327932005-06-11T11:18:00.000-04:002005-06-12T13:16:02.766-04:00

"and the least I can offeris everything I have.For a sacrifice so pure,i owe all that i am,and a sacrifice so puredeserves my hands."-Audrey AssadPlease click her name to listen to the song. It's called "Deserves", and there are two other amazing songs, as well.

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1118149375022684012005-06-07T09:02:00.000-04:002005-06-07T09:02:55.026-04:00

"You know what they say about gummy bears...if you step in a big bucket of them, they squish between your toes like little gooey people."-Julie McDermottFunniest thing ever.

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1117932644032492082005-06-04T20:33:00.000-04:002005-06-04T20:50:44.036-04:00

Listening to: Bird York - In the DeepMood: Blown awayTwo quotes that have caused the mood:"One Church: She is sinful, on earth seemingly divided, yet her Saviour isn't. And He clothes her with His own beautiful, righteous robes." - Gabe Malloy, about 30 minutes ago."Who will separate us from the love of Christ? Will tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1117412847645628262005-05-29T19:57:00.000-04:002005-05-29T20:28:22.143-04:00

Listening to: Elliot Smith - Needle in the HayMood: Some other time.There must be a hundred things I want to say. Or maybe one thing a hundred times. This record keeps skipping. Some other time. Some other time. Some other time. Some other time.Some other time.

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1117353056335041302005-05-29T03:29:00.000-04:002005-05-29T03:50:56.340-04:00

What if, for 24 hours, everyone was absolutely honest about every single thing? I'm talking about the childish honesty which comes without inhibitions created by shame. I wonder if everything would be okay the next day. (Isn't there anyone interested in being transparent?) I think the reservations people have with being honest about their "darkest" sins (often very common sins) would be remedied

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1117324773586820962005-05-28T19:55:00.000-04:002005-05-28T19:59:33.590-04:00

"Undulation"I uncovered a firefly foryouthough come to think of itI’m not sure it was one:I really thinkthe wings were missingor taken maybe;drifting less like intentionalmore like preposterouslate in the day.or maybe it was too dark to seeexactly if the wings weregone at all.my memory is running away(with a lot)but I think I pulledthem off myselfor maybe you did.either way I suppose.right?

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1117195863812925932005-05-27T08:05:00.000-04:002005-05-27T08:11:03.813-04:00

Today is the last day of my first week at DHL. I've been sleeping regularly, and haven't had a problem getting up at 5am yet. In fact, I kind of like getting up before everyone else - it's just some relaxed time to myself.And we get some awesome discounts. One of them is 75% off of flights to Europe on Lufthansa Germany Airlines. I guess things like that are intuitive when you work for a German

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1116749770295278792005-05-22T03:47:00.000-04:002005-05-23T22:13:17.723-04:00

Ugh. The last post was so completely unsatisfying. I wonder if I could ever be satisfied with something I write; my guess is I can't."Pray for me." Such an easy thing to say, huh? The truth is, I haven't prayed at all in... let's see, how long have I lived here? (It's probably even been way longer than that, but sometimes I'm in denial with such things.) I think the reason the phrase "pray for me

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1116746270558842872005-05-22T03:14:00.000-04:002005-05-22T03:17:50.563-04:00

It's a good thing I get medical insurance starting June 1st. I really need to go to the doctor for a few things. Some signs point to a bladder infection (at least I'm hoping that's what it is, considering the other possibilities), and I have an itchy mole on my back. WebMD suggests I call a doctor as soon as possible, but I'm just going to wait until I have insurance.Pray for me. I'm actually

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1116651882563657142005-05-21T00:47:00.000-04:002005-05-21T01:35:04.516-04:00

Listening to: Feist - "Mushaboom"Mood: MushaboomI got a watermelon ringpop in the mail today. Yep. Amazing.And among other things, I got a composition notebook. A COMPOSITION NOTEBOOK!Life is funky. In a good way. (Today was doubly good-funky).

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I had a question. I thought it was because I was up all night again.--- Junglebuttons2 [8:45 AM]: k, this is a retard question Junglebuttons2 [8:45 AM]: but capital is the letter Junglebuttons2 [8:45 AM]: and capitol is the place Junglebuttons2 [8:45 AM]: right? Junglebuttons2 [8:45 AM]: i forgot AcousticThrenody [8:45 AM]: i believe so Junglebuttons2 [8:45 AM]: (lack of sleep)

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The clock is ticking behind me, and it’s been a while since I’ve spoken as everyone else has been unconscious for about seven hours now. My sleep has been sporadic for the past few weeks, so when I go to sleep now, I’m never quite sure when exactly I’ll wake up. I made myself go to sleep at 10pm and woke up at about 2am unable to return, for example. So I read a story called "Teddy".Then some

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1116426940851158902005-05-18T10:34:00.000-04:002005-05-18T10:35:40.856-04:00

HO. LY. CRAP!The high for this Friday... 107 degrees.UMMMMMM... WHAT?!

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Dare I say, a little bit hotter? (I didn't know it was possible.)

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I am 73% Emo.Well... I've made the cut! Now I'll go buy some promise rings and knit myself a sweater.Take theEmo Test@ FualiDotComI didn't even get up to 50% on any of the other tests. This kinda makes me want to cry a little.(Does that make me more emo?)

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1115973970552687972005-05-13T04:45:00.000-04:002005-05-13T04:46:10.556-04:00

I had falafel tonight.I feel so complete.

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1115781289568131692005-05-10T23:10:00.000-04:002005-05-10T23:21:53.563-04:00

Armless Tom has agreed to help me show off the new shirt. Isn't it lovely? Perfect for the summer weather, and hip to the new fashion. The cuffed sleeves are sure to make your arms look buff (or tastefully nonexistant, in Tom's case). You'll be the talk of the town and the hit of the season. This and more could be yours! Sign up today!

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Dearest readers,"Ahooy" refuses not to be a word, so I'm proposing a coalition for it's establishment. I've checked, and it's not in the dictionary yet.Sign up and I will put your name in the list to the left. T-shirts will be made.And I think I'll go on a blog strike until I get 10 names. I'm not going to assume that you wish to be a part of this unless you're Meg, so you have to let me know via

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1115531334045819502005-05-08T01:45:00.000-04:002005-05-08T22:12:45.033-04:00

Phil, on falling asleep next to a girl on a sofa, looking out the window in silence on a perfect August day.archen4 [10:40 PM]: I almost flew to germany this spring to see herJunglebuttons2 [10:40 PM]: maybe you should do that at some point. Junglebuttons2 [10:40 PM]: i bet there are more moments like that to be had.archen4 [10:42 PM]: I hope so...so badly. Most of the time I feel like it'll

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1115514281136267222005-05-07T21:02:00.000-04:002005-05-07T21:04:41.140-04:00

A random photo.

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For Jen. And for me. Because it's happy."If I remeber correctly, it was also very windy with potential for being struck by lightning - remember we thought it'd be cool if we died together? what crazy kids we were!"Indeed, Jen. But truthfully, we were (are) awesome kids.

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1115363364460361672005-05-06T03:03:00.000-04:002005-05-06T03:19:12.273-04:00

We starve-Look at one another short of breathWalking proudly in our winter coatsWearing smells from laboratoriesFacing a dying nation of moving paper fantasyListening for the new told liesWith supreme visions of lonely tunesSinging our space songs on a spider web sitarLife is around you and in you.

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1115201407171553862005-05-04T06:04:00.000-04:002005-05-04T06:11:19.170-04:00

Listening to: Matt Pond: New HampshireMood: HomesickHalf of all our lives are spentencouraged by embarrassmentwe hold our heads and stay asleep and cannot hearin case nobody calledfollow the prim ones and sit on your handswatch your step don’t hardly movespeak in hushed tones till they bring on the endingthey bring on the endingas we file to get outsidewith all the same coats onhere it is

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1115113894406301102005-05-03T05:50:00.000-04:002005-05-03T05:54:33.606-04:00

Dear ExLax®,We found a new slogan for you. You'll find that it's innovative, yet deliciously accurate."Emazingly Xuberant Large Anal Xcretions"Concise, and in-touch with your target audience. I think I smell a winner. I'm sure you'll agree.Thanks for your time!Regards,Matt Priestley and Megan Cota

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Listening to: Travis - Rain On MeMood: I'm feeling average in a good way. And not a "strive for mediocrity" sort of good way, more of an "it's strangely refreshing to acknowledge your faults" kind of good way.I haven't posted a photo in a while. This is a leaf from one of the roses I got closing night. (heck yes. i got roses.)I'm trying to think if this would look okay in a black frame. Would

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1114894613232106292005-04-30T16:33:00.000-04:002005-04-30T16:57:44.586-04:00

"In 2003, the same year she was nominated for two golden globes, [Scarlett] Johansson was rejected from NYU's Tisch School of the Arts. Good call, NYU."I wonder if our letters said the same thing.Somehow, this makes me eerily happy. Is that bad?

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1114732422113093442005-04-28T19:50:00.000-04:002005-04-29T19:41:17.790-04:00

Quote from Dave's blog."Music is enjoyed not so much for the lyrics, or musical style, but becuase of the memories...Remember when we made out at a stop sign becuase we were "Hanging by a Moment"Remember when we were so bored at work we made up a dance to "What Are you Waiting For"Remember when "Kiss" was performed and how the crowd enjoyedRemember when we sang along to "Deep Enough To Dream" in

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1114069915944127502005-04-21T03:47:00.000-04:002005-04-21T03:56:49.476-04:00

I used to think music was absolutely necessary, but these days, halfway through every song (especially the good songs), I feel the urge to press "mute" and sit in slience for the duration, being torn by what seems like a grand injustice.

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1113887038341811222005-04-19T00:35:00.000-04:002005-04-19T01:04:38.953-04:00

I saw her hands were full, and I wanted to lighten the load for her, so I offered my hands. She said she was ok, so I started moving chairs back into place and picking up trash from the party. She knew I didn't know sign language, so when she needed me she came over, looked at me and struggled to form a word,"Help..."I was disarmed: she will never hear how beautiful her voice sounds.

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1113821058518832552005-04-18T04:20:00.000-04:002005-04-18T12:38:19.356-04:00

One thing about which I haven't been blogging is my incredible experience with the Arizona Deaf Theater Company, and it's not for a lack of interest, but more just dissatisfaction with my inability to describe such things in a way that matches my love for them.(I also felt that I should keep this one to myself to protect it from being “skimmed,” but I figure that doesn’t really cheapen it for me.

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"As a one-time card-carrying member of the Culture of Death, I've had no little experience with the bile and the acid that is used to burn out the soul and replace it with the dead-end secular totems of possessions, fashion, sexuality, and the self-uber-alles. I've used selfishness to "enhance" my own life and I've had "selfishness" used on me in turn to enhance the lives of others. Commitment

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1113432804972383672005-04-13T18:51:00.000-04:002005-04-13T18:53:24.973-04:00

Alexis had her babies, Hannah kai & Ethan Cade Holley yesterday morning. Hannah is now off of oxygen and they are both doing fine. They were born about 5 or 6 weeks early, but they are doing very well now. :)Those names are so awesome, yeah?

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Listening to: Sarah Maclachlin - Possession (Acoustic) Mood: Hmm...The most profound, truest thing I've heard in a long time... notyetsuperman [11:24 PM]: I don't know what I want to talk about. notyetsuperman [11:24 PM]: or if I want to talk at all....I don't know. Junglebuttons2 [11:24 PM]: hmm notyetsuperman [11:24 PM]: I miss God. Junglebuttons2 [11:24 PM]: wow... Junglebuttons2 [11:24

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1113339880333657762005-04-12T17:03:00.000-04:002005-04-12T17:04:40.333-04:00

A lady won a trip to the Don Cesar resort in St. Pete. beach, FL this morning on Live with Regis and Kelly.Memories. How many times have I snuck into their pool and swam with all the British tourists?Good times.

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1113299009573583552005-04-12T05:40:00.000-04:002005-04-12T05:43:29.573-04:00

Intro to a story called Found Object:"Night had claimed the color of things, and made every rock and tree brilliantly starved – the moon lights differently than the sun. Out there, with the affectionate wind jumping as a stream over my sprawled body, I don’t think anything had ever looked so crisp – the stars… the wheat… the moon… my hands… I was alone; so perfectly isolated, so far from the

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1112860708960795822005-04-07T02:48:00.000-04:002005-04-07T04:54:06.326-04:00

America in FiveAs usual, on the way home from rehearsal, I stopped to get gas, which is pretty standard considering the number of people who use my car for everything.Circle-K was packed. I was actually quite surprised because every time I stop in to fill 'er up and exchange almost no words with the bearded guy at the register, I seem to be the only other soul in sight, especially considering

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1112770701786594812005-04-06T02:31:00.000-04:002005-04-06T02:58:21.786-04:00

Listening to: Patrick Park - 'Something Pretty'Mood: Appropriately NervousNervous for two reasons:A) Interview in the morning at DHL International Shipping Company. They used to be Airborne Express - but the Phoenix location is strictly international shipments now - so that's preferable to domestic in my opinion.2) The play starts Friday - and the stage actors are having more and more troubles

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1112732367819576762005-04-05T16:16:00.000-04:002005-04-05T16:19:27.820-04:00

listening to: shoobey doo wop bop, badoobee wop bopmood: scaredUm - I'm afraid for my life at the moment. The high for Thursday is 91 degrees. 91 DEGREES!!! It's only APRIL! :^(In other news - I got a job. woot.

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1112719080065904612005-04-05T12:37:00.000-04:002005-04-05T12:38:00.066-04:00

I rather enjoy this photograph.

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Listening to: What?Mood: ...huh?It's 3:19 am and I have just read about half of my archives. Ironically, even as I'm so awake in reminiscence, a song called "Sleep" is on repeat.So many things have changed over the years. But one of the most shocking things as I read was to my description of certain events, particulary the seemslikeyesterday ones - and then to see the date attached. I started the

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Listening to: When in Rome - The PromiseMood: AccurateI want you to knowone thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of

Mattnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183663.post-1112383581312095842005-04-01T14:23:00.000-05:002005-04-01T14:26:21.313-05:00

Listening to: Random Joss StoneMood: Inexplicably Ecstatic!And then there are days when you just feel like DANCING!!!And i refuse to switch to livejournal, so I'm copying the mood and music deal because blogger doesn't have it. So what?

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Listening to: Copeland - Hold Nothing BackMood: ...they don’t make words for this.This has been one of the most vulnerable days of my life.I am physically ill.I have inhabited someone else’s body and my sense of balance has dissolved.My eyebrows go up in the middle when I cry; my chin has a thousand dimples.I can break into a million pieces.

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Listening to: Joss Stone - Torn and TatteredMood: Slightly fractious, but mostly satisfied.I was thinking of all the times I've heard someone say "we're just two different people," and I've decided it's a redundant statement.Who else can be you? Not really anyone. Not exactly.So come up with something better than that if you ever disagree with me on something, because I think that's one of many

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I'm playing the part of Murray in the Odd Couple production. It's different though because all of the actors on stage are deaf - and the voice actors are off stage interpretting. Funny, I have a large part, and I don't even know sign language.This should be very interesting... But I do have a script finally, and I'm going to meet with the deaf guy playing Murray some to match up inflection and

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