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Welcome to the Green
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It's better being green.
You can read this web site if you want to. In fact, I am offering it to you; and while I am in Asia, I take refusals of my hospitality personally insulting.
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7/03/2009
What can I do about this blog? Trim the fat! Sheer the wool! Stick to the good stuff. There is good stuff, right? We'll see!
-Jared
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8/10/2007
I reckon it's about time to get things started. Just wait 'till I get back from Thailand in two weeks.
edit: My goodness, yonder drifting digital tumbleweed, this place is a right mess. It's time to clean things up around here.
edit: Why is everything scrunched so close together? Surely I knew about cell spacing nine months ago.
edit: And the other pages, they are useless! Pages for the sake of pages. Oh, ye faithful wanderer, in adventure following the address surreptitiously photoshopped onto the desktop of the computer in the Thai guesthouse, look ye not on my shame!
-Jared
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11/18/2006
D
id a bit of tidying up on the site, as you may see. The intro page is gone, as well as the useless "pictures" section of the archive. I am considering nixing this website altogether. Looking back at everything, I see that I have grown out much of the content and, well, it simply doesn't reflect who I am. I don't care about that for the 5 or so of you that read it regularly, but if someone new was to see it, I am not sure if this sophomoric silliness is the impression that I would like to give of myself. Hmm...
-Jared
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11/17/2006
Ah...
It is Friday again, a Friday with homework, but this time none too much to be toppled. It calls for a bit of music.
This is for Piccolo, the Friday Goldfish, which people could not seem to understand. The notion of a small, round fish happily bobbing in an orange bucket left many frightened and confounded. I suppose they have lost the notion of small acts of glee for its own sake. There was not one of my peers that did not demand to know the reason for such an action, as there must be some cause for such lunacy...save Christine, who managed to fully understand the and indeed welcome the nature of the Friday Goldfish. Christine, you probably shan't read this, but you have earned yourself a position in the notorious few.
-Jared
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11/16/2006
The sun is shining, birds are singing, and Thanksgiving break is almost here. Stress has seemed to melt away in the midst of its flourish. There is still an awful lot to do before it comes, but the very fact that it will come and that there will be a pause is blissful. Of course, this is not a deliberate conversion. Ordinarily I do not think about stress in an uncontrolled manner, but unconsciously it will press outward and loosen the glue that holds my demeanor together. A rather shaking event befell me right at the start of the year, I have been a mess and a social turtle since. But now I seem to be feeling uncontrollably good spirited. Heck, I'm going to bring a goldfish to school tomorrow. I'll look like an idiot, but what have I got to loose anyway? I can't not do it, not in this occasion!
Edit: It must be because I am finally loosing my mind. I didn't need that thing anyway.
-Jared
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