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Blogocentric Formulations
Logocentric (adj). Regarding words and language as a fundamental expression of an external reality (especially applied as a negative term to traditional Western thought by postmodernist critics).
Sometimes I just write whatever I feel like. Other times I respond to prompts, many taken from the following places:
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Last year, I competed in "ROE II: "Sequel, and Ye Shall Find""  and "Invalid Item" concurrently. I also had an emergency appendectomy around that time, but here's hoping that I won't have to deal with that again this time. Not that I have another appendix...  .
Anyway, it only seems fitting that "ROE II: "Sequel, and Ye Shall Find"" is starting up again... and at the same time, I found another endurance competition in the form of "Invalid Item" which also runs concurrently. I guess it wouldn't be me if I weren't overloading myself, so I'll be attempting to "survive" a writing "marathon" of two events at the same time, yet again.
I'm playing Survivor to benefit "Anniversary Reviews" , and I'm running ROE because 2nd place just wasn't good enough last year. I want 1st, damnit!
Who wants to watch me battle it out? 
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Born in Jerome, Idaho in 1919, Frederic Howard Varnum was the oldest of six children, and is survived by his brothers and sisters, his wife of more than 66 years, and his four daughters, seven grandchildren, and five great-grandchildren. Howard, as he liked to be called, received a BS in Civil Engineering from Montana State University at Bozeman, served in the U.S. Navy during the invasion of the Philippines at Lingayen Gulf in 1945, and was en route to Pearl Harbor on December 7, 1941. He worked at the Bureau of Indian Affairs for more than thirty years, which included service on several Indian reservations in Montana, Utah, and Sacramento.
He and his wife Dorothy were avid RV'ers, and over the course of 30 years, put more than 500,000 miles on five different rigs, traveling to all fifty states and much of Canada and Mexico.
Since hearing that he passed away on February 27, 2011, I've struggled to figure out a way to say goodbye. So I thought I would express it in the only way I know how; I made an audio/video montage to commemorate his life. There were a lot of years with a lot of great memories; these are some of them:
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Today I picked up my wife's car from the dealership, where it had been undergoing a repair for a faulty electronic control... part thingy. She's got a brand new (2010) car and this is the second time we've had to bring it in since buying the vehicle at the end of October, although supposedly it's really fixed this time. Without going into particulars about what I think of this particular dealership, there are really only two relevant pieces of information for this anecdote:
1. This is not the dealership where we purchased the vehicle. The actual dealership where we bought the vehicle is several miles away, but the one we've gone to for these last two repairs has been the one along my wife's commute to work.
2. I removed the dealership license plate holder. She and I hate the advertising and think they look tacky, so I remove them; it's just the license plate itself on the front and back of her car.
So I noticed this evening as I was walking to the car, that this other dealership took the liberty of putting license plate holders from their dealership on our vehicle. I mean, is it just me, or is that incredibly presumptive and just a little bit underhanded of them to put their own license plate holder on our vehicle without notifying us? If I wanted a dealership's license plate holder on my vehicle I would have left on the ones that came with the vehicle... you know, from the dealership where we actually purchased the vehicle.
I have to take one of the keys back to be reprogrammed (another little detail they neglected to mention when they told me I could come pick up the car), and I'm planning on handing the service rep back his license plate holders and telling him they seemed to have found their way onto my car by accident, because I certainly didn't ask for them.
I hate the fact that they put them on without asking, and even more for the fact that they didn't tell me. Were they hoping I just wouldn't notice?  |
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On Sunday afternoon, my grandfather passed away. My mother and grandmother were with him when he passed; he was 91 and had been in declining health for a while. I don't have a lot of words to describe what I'm feeling right now; I'm still trying to process it all. I'll be headed home for the service in a couple of weeks, once the arrangements are made... all I can say is that my grandfather was an remarkable man, and he will be dearly missed.  |
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