For all that ever was
So I just picked up the third and final season to Beast Wars, the long-awaited American follow-up to the earlier juggernaut, Transformers. As the last episode concludes, the dependable, thoughtful and often silent powerhouse of Rhinox makes a last ditch effort to stop Megatron from using the ancient starship, Nemesis - the flagship of the Decepticon spacefleet, the ship that brought down the Autobot Ark millenia ago, even - to destroy the future as everyone involved knows it. As he crashes throught the bridge itself just as Megatron is about to hit the "Fire" button, he utters that title phrase. For, you see, though he is of a time far forward of the original Transformers series, he is nonetheless saving the past, the one that existed long before Transformers ever had even started. And saved it he did. And then, they succeeded only because in the heart of a villian lay the soul of a noble and honorable warrior. And lo, the future was saved...
Now, don't get me started on the crap that followed, Beast Machines.
Some time ago, I had the occasion to pick up my old journals. Ones that I had been keeping since the very night I graduated from high school. I had been wanting them for some time, though I'll be the last to explain why exactltly. Surely, I remember my past couple of years well enough that I don't need read what I wrote about this girl, and that girl, or - more often than not - about myself. And yet I was curious.
Well, curiosity satiated, I guess. I don't know, I can't say that I failed to remember anything terribly significant. After all, don't we hold on to the most important of memories? Those instances that seem to forever change our lives? Well, I should sure as a hell hope that I'd remember that no matter what. And indeed it seems that I had remembered it all well enough.
What I was struck by most particularly was the degree to which I had made an indelible impression on those around me. And I'm not talking about my close and dear friends. No, I know and readily acknowledge that my friends like me enough. For a while, I was encouraging my friends to write me notes and passages in my journals. One friend even did it without me asking. Hell, on that first night of that first journal, I spent my time wandering the Spirit of Baltimore with my classmates, hounding people I barely knew for a few kind words.
And indeed it was those very entries, from those very people that I knew least that struck me so forcefully recently. Carolyn from AP Chem thought that I was a real pleasure with whom to sit next to, that I was funny and awfully smart. And, now, I remember Carolyn. I remember that she was exceedingly attractive, though "out of my league". And yes, I don't think that she was just saying that sort of thing. There's a point where people don't do that anymore. I am now, in this particular instance, choosing to believe that such a point was before Carolyn wrote in my journal. And so, what I forgot was not what I myself had experienced - hell, I'd be twice as happy if I could just but forget half of what I recall - but was what my old classmates, acquaitences and friends had experienced of me. Truth be told, it kind of warmed my heart, and gave me cause to consider what had happened to the Dan (or, more often, Daniel, as I insisted on being called back then) that they had remembered so fondly.
I will avoid the urge to outwardly deliver a polemic on myself, to pledge, either, to resurrect this Daniel of yore. Instead, as I continue to settle into my new apartment - now with DSL! - and meet new people and make new friends, I will keep in mind the sentiment: "For all that ever was"
xoxo,
ddm
PS - Now, admittedly, this is a more personal entry (and one that sounds slightly more morbid, now that I re-read it) than what I'm used to writing, about one that maybe people are used to reading. So, uh, I'll toss in some politics: it's looking better and better for the Dems to take the Senate. Maybe even the House, but hell, one at a time. And I think Kerry is doing smashingly. Gallup, and most of the polls, reall, are biased towards Republicans. I don't think maliciously, or intentionally, even, but by their very design. And Kerry doesn't want to peak too sign, lest he become another Howard Dean. He's got the trend behind him, the momentum. I'm optimisitic, and while I don't think that he'll bring about the radical return to Populist roots that part of me would love to see, I do think that he'll do some great things for our country. There, one of the more standard blog entries for everyone. Now can I go to bed? Thank you, and Amen. Mc.
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So I just picked up the third and final season to Beast Wars, the long-awaited American follow-up to the earlier juggernaut, Transformers. As the last episode concludes, the dependable, thoughtful and often silent powerhouse of Rhinox makes a last ditch effort to stop Megatron from using the ancient starship, Nemesis - the flagship of the Decepticon spacefleet, the ship that brought down the Autobot Ark millenia ago, even - to destroy the future as everyone involved knows it. As he crashes throught the bridge itself just as Megatron is about to hit the "Fire" button, he utters that title phrase. For, you see, though he is of a time far forward of the original Transformers series, he is nonetheless saving the past, the one that existed long before Transformers ever had even started. And saved it he did. And then, they succeeded only because in the heart of a villian lay the soul of a noble and honorable warrior. And lo, the future was saved...
Now, don't get me started on the crap that followed, Beast Machines.
Some time ago, I had the occasion to pick up my old journals. Ones that I had been keeping since the very night I graduated from high school. I had been wanting them for some time, though I'll be the last to explain why exactltly. Surely, I remember my past couple of years well enough that I don't need read what I wrote about this girl, and that girl, or - more often than not - about myself. And yet I was curious.
Well, curiosity satiated, I guess. I don't know, I can't say that I failed to remember anything terribly significant. After all, don't we hold on to the most important of memories? Those instances that seem to forever change our lives? Well, I should sure as a hell hope that I'd remember that no matter what. And indeed it seems that I had remembered it all well enough.
What I was struck by most particularly was the degree to which I had made an indelible impression on those around me. And I'm not talking about my close and dear friends. No, I know and readily acknowledge that my friends like me enough. For a while, I was encouraging my friends to write me notes and passages in my journals. One friend even did it without me asking. Hell, on that first night of that first journal, I spent my time wandering the Spirit of Baltimore with my classmates, hounding people I barely knew for a few kind words.
And indeed it was those very entries, from those very people that I knew least that struck me so forcefully recently. Carolyn from AP Chem thought that I was a real pleasure with whom to sit next to, that I was funny and awfully smart. And, now, I remember Carolyn. I remember that she was exceedingly attractive, though "out of my league". And yes, I don't think that she was just saying that sort of thing. There's a point where people don't do that anymore. I am now, in this particular instance, choosing to believe that such a point was before Carolyn wrote in my journal. And so, what I forgot was not what I myself had experienced - hell, I'd be twice as happy if I could just but forget half of what I recall - but was what my old classmates, acquaitences and friends had experienced of me. Truth be told, it kind of warmed my heart, and gave me cause to consider what had happened to the Dan (or, more often, Daniel, as I insisted on being called back then) that they had remembered so fondly.
I will avoid the urge to outwardly deliver a polemic on myself, to pledge, either, to resurrect this Daniel of yore. Instead, as I continue to settle into my new apartment - now with DSL! - and meet new people and make new friends, I will keep in mind the sentiment: "For all that ever was"
xoxo,
ddm
PS - Now, admittedly, this is a more personal entry (and one that sounds slightly more morbid, now that I re-read it) than what I'm used to writing, about one that maybe people are used to reading. So, uh, I'll toss in some politics: it's looking better and better for the Dems to take the Senate. Maybe even the House, but hell, one at a time. And I think Kerry is doing smashingly. Gallup, and most of the polls, reall, are biased towards Republicans. I don't think maliciously, or intentionally, even, but by their very design. And Kerry doesn't want to peak too sign, lest he become another Howard Dean. He's got the trend behind him, the momentum. I'm optimisitic, and while I don't think that he'll bring about the radical return to Populist roots that part of me would love to see, I do think that he'll do some great things for our country. There, one of the more standard blog entries for everyone. Now can I go to bed? Thank you, and Amen. Mc.
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