tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303699862012-02-16T22:14:14.272-05:00Location. Location. Location.Mitchnoreply@blogger.comBlogger431100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369986.post-3582070764686601772011-03-25T00:45:00.001-04:002011-03-25T00:46:47.481-04:00

I've got this routine I've settled into where I go out on my back porch, usually accompanied by some form of caffeine, and just talk to God. Sometimes I'm thankful, sometimes I'm angry, but it's always a sort of conversation. I'm not so spiritual to think that I'm having an active conversation, I usually just kind of lay my heart out and either ruminate on the nature of faith or ask tough

Mitchnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369986.post-25916436376703011842010-03-09T11:49:00.002-05:002010-03-09T11:51:49.527-05:00

Yesterday, I went to Shiloto park with some friends and played on the playground. We ran out of daylight pretty quickly, but the temperature was more than accomodating for us to stay even after the stars showed up. Winter gives me too much time to dwell on the past. The grey just shifts all focus to negativity. I just sit around and think about corpses, losses, and bad decisions. Why Sarah? Is

Mitchnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369986.post-44644551409423899652009-12-10T15:13:00.002-05:002009-12-10T15:19:29.604-05:00

So there's this Christmas album by Over the Rhine. It's full of death, nostalgia, hardship, and loneliness. It's perhaps the greatest Christmas album of all time.

Mitchnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369986.post-34625592465263294312009-11-15T21:48:00.005-05:002009-11-15T22:03:40.451-05:00

I kinda just lazed around all day today. My friend Chloe came over to use my wall adapter and while she was working on her paper, I set out to making a physical manifestation of our list of simple things to do before the year is over.Now that it's all official and everything, we should probably get started.Spelunking in the tunnels below the Student Center.Venturing to the top of both the 5/3

Mitchnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369986.post-16699584961875316662009-11-01T03:39:00.003-05:002009-11-01T03:56:52.643-05:00

I know in the past, I've been something of a downer, what with my discouraged conversation of changing majors and transferring back to Murray, but I think I'm passed that. Maybe it's the fact that I'm taking a class that I absolutely love. Maybe it's because I've got excellent friends. Maybe it's my distance from Haggin Hall. Whatever the case, I'm genuinely happy with my present

Mitchnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369986.post-5940247007251687532009-08-15T01:18:00.001-04:002009-08-15T01:19:32.033-04:00

. . .[Mitch]: also: she steals the mail from all the mailboxes[Caitlin]: that's just crazy[Mitch]: follows the mailman and just takes it right after he puts it in[Caitlin]: that's what she said[Mitch]: lol!

Mitchnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369986.post-969939539590775312009-06-21T22:05:00.006-04:002009-06-21T22:17:13.773-04:00

So this weekend, I drove to meet Brittany in Flemingsburg and go with a buncha people to King's Island. I understand this all sounds nice and simple. Let me give a graphical demonstration to the contrary:Perhaps this doesn't quite drive the point home. . . Here's a scale model with a bowl of olives.I might have done that wrong. . . but anywho: worth every mile.

Mitchnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369986.post-53251221485845188162009-06-17T21:40:00.002-04:002009-06-17T21:41:36.006-04:00

Mitchnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369986.post-61011142148035853492009-06-09T16:55:00.007-04:002009-06-09T17:36:38.213-04:00

So my job description is as follows:Pick up box.Find part number.Fill box with associated part.Repeat for 8 hours.I assure you, it sounds worse than it is. But at any rate, I was pulling a cart full of parts from another department into the stock room today and noticed this yellow square screwed to the cart. I thought to myself, "This is a strange way to store this. Must be some kind of

Mitchnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369986.post-31916147844394654272009-05-03T14:27:00.003-04:002009-05-03T14:33:57.943-04:00

I like Tom Waits.  I know his voice sounds like an old truck struggling to start after a winter of neglect, but whatever.  One of his tracks that I have is of him reciting the poem, Nirvana.  Some further Googling revealed that the poem was written by Charles Bukowski, and it's pretty much my favorite, I think.  It certainly comes close.  Hope you like it.not much chance,completely cut loose

Mitchnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369986.post-42252676109318862762009-04-13T14:06:00.005-04:002009-04-13T14:31:29.683-04:00

I had to register for classes this morning, so I assembled a schedule last night based on the classes that were "available" on UK's course directory.Nothing much to complain about. Despite PHY 242 and EE 281, it's a fairly consistent schedule. As it turns out, though, UK lists all of its possible sections as "available" even if the class, for whatever reason, doesn't exist (one of the professors

Mitchnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369986.post-63430969538156138672009-04-05T22:57:00.012-04:002009-04-06T01:05:43.081-04:00

So I've been casually running across these FLAR (Flash Augmented Reality) things for the last few years. Sometimes in YouTube videos, sometimes in the news, but I've never really messed with it myself.Until I ran across a GE banner ad today.I held the paper up the camera and out folded wind turbines and the golden gate bridge, followed by a sunrise through the marker image on the paper. Pretty

Mitchnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369986.post-3748425041449493152009-02-19T00:08:00.002-05:002009-02-19T00:25:36.664-05:00

So about this college thing. Not so big a fan. Every day, I cross campus thinking, "Is this really what I want to do with my life? Computer engineering?" And the answer is, "Eh, it's about all I could come up with. Unless the Travel Channel decides they want to pay me to travel the globe, I'm fresh out of ideas for what I want to do."Up aboveAliens hoverMaking home moviesFor the folks back

Mitchnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369986.post-16819361213954645002008-07-27T00:06:00.005-04:002011-03-25T01:14:48.813-04:00

For utter lack of anything better to do this afternoon, Austin and I decided to just start driving south. So we drove through Hazel, blew through Paris, and sank into the juvenile thrill of adventuring into the unknown. "We've got to be getting close to Nashville." "I had some coffee a little while ago, so I'm good to keep on driving if you are." So we kept driving, admiring stars, shooting

Mitchnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369986.post-45775105932415138212008-05-17T17:32:00.006-04:002009-01-26T14:59:04.199-05:00

I've really never claimed to be good at poetry, but I was going through a lot of my old things today, and came across this. I wrote it as a sophomore and forgot about it, but it sums things up well enough to convince me to preserve it here.How many years has it been since we talkedWith hands at our sides instead of each other's throats?So much for the peace we only thought to retrieveThose

Mitchnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369986.post-8510019634773974582008-04-05T19:26:00.003-04:002008-04-05T19:31:35.419-04:00

In lieu of anything really productive, I spent some quality time with Garry's Mod today. I made this giant erupting man out of flammable barrels, tires, boxes, a car, and computer parts. . .. . . then set him ablaze.

Mitchnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369986.post-36573721970405089432007-12-12T21:30:00.000-05:002007-12-12T21:33:03.575-05:00

The trumpet child will blow his hornWill blast the sky till it’s rebornWith Gabriel’s power and Satchmo’s graceHe will surprise the human raceThe trumpet he will use to blowIs being fashioned out of fireThe mouthpiece is a glowing coalThe bell a burst of wild desireThe trumpet child will riff on loveThelonious notes from up aboveHe’ll improvise a kingdom comeAccompanied by a different drumThe

Mitchnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369986.post-90208163563329645862007-11-20T17:45:00.000-05:002007-11-20T18:16:26.242-05:00

I have to admit that I didn't have the patience to watch this entire PSA, but the extreme 90s-ness and the floppy disk rap have been the highlight of my day.Oh Microsoft...

Mitchnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369986.post-78670146170253115922007-10-07T23:12:00.000-04:002007-10-07T23:21:31.175-04:00

Per request from Danielle, here's the infamous shoe story from GSP, as I originally wrote it twenty minutes before class: The brakes squeal as she stops by the graveyard. She steps out of her car into the pitch-darkness that only one-in-the-morning can bear and pulls a shovel from her back seat.Laying the shovel on the ground, she reaches for the newspaper and flashlight on the console. The

Mitchnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369986.post-16741394105387992522007-10-02T19:24:00.000-04:002007-10-04T18:10:54.782-04:00

So college applications are evil creatures. Who knew?Between that, homework, and occasionally writing songs in my head while driving home on empty back-roads, not a whole lot has happened. . .Well, that's a total lie.I'm extremely ready for fall to actually start behaving like fall, at least in the plants-dying-pollen-leaving-the-air-smell-of-dust-burning- off-of-the-heater sense of the term.

Mitchnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369986.post-79607593054056120642007-08-22T18:31:00.001-04:002007-08-22T18:32:08.972-04:00

Stumbled across this earlier today. It has yet to cease amazing me.

Mitchnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369986.post-1059808834466216052007-08-11T02:13:00.001-04:002007-08-11T02:16:26.610-04:00

So we found this bagpipe. It came in individual pieces. We had no idea how to put it together. But thanks to the wonders of the internet, it's now (to our knowledge) functional. Playing it is another story entirely: I apologize for my goofy laugh infiltrating the video... It's late; I was tired; I laughed.

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Mitchnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369986.post-50988806460214378332007-06-21T13:19:00.000-04:002007-06-21T13:22:11.956-04:00

Apparently Tesla coils, when in the right hands, can be more than just demonstrations of arcing electricity...Seriously, check it out:By changing the frequency of the electricity spark within a Tesla Coil and modulating it, one can make it sing :)

Mitchnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369986.post-58983897471911552842007-06-15T17:39:00.000-04:002007-06-15T17:41:13.691-04:00

Mitchnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369986.post-30542945478311731802007-06-13T00:28:00.000-04:002007-06-13T00:34:33.162-04:00

For the last few days, four nomadic baby skunks have been roaming the land around my house, most likely because some ill fate befell their mother (car, coyote, etc.). So, yearning to help the skunks and interrupt nature's symphony, my brother caught one and I found myself reading through Kentucky's animal captivity laws this afternoon (link to laws).It was actually a pretty rewarding

Mitchnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369986.post-71366458383782364172007-06-04T23:33:00.000-04:002007-06-04T23:34:21.625-04:00

We survived the Georgia mission trip! Thanks to the generosity of the church we stayed at, our mission trip took the form of a mini-fuge by the time things were wrapping up.Here are some photos from the trip. I'm dead tired, so they'll have to do the talking. =)

Mitchnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369986.post-8770006767655230012007-05-27T21:29:00.000-04:002007-05-27T22:08:22.493-04:00

I've been doing a lot of thinking about how the next couple of months are going to pan out. My summer's going to be pretty limited this year, what with time-munchers such as a mission trip, a leadership conference, Governor's Scholar Program, and, potentially, work.For the moment, however, I'm listening to music, reading books, and spending time with friends, since it appears that those

Mitchnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369986.post-74603675153610871192007-05-14T11:04:00.000-04:002007-05-14T11:11:45.483-04:00

I started noticing some fuzz growing in between the keys, so pried the keys off and found three years worth of lint and hair... pretty disgusting... click to check out the full-rez grossness.

Mitchnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369986.post-76497082173054382792007-05-05T02:58:00.000-04:002007-05-05T03:05:55.533-04:00

Shift your attention to the folded bleachers surrounding you the next time you find yourself chilling in a stadium. Thousands and thousands of individually numbered seats their own sections and their own areas. In effect, these seats each have a name, a consecutively numbered name, but a name nonetheless.I wonder if each of these seats have ideas? They must have memories! They’ve been sit on

Mitchnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369986.post-87745643349504576562007-05-02T22:29:00.000-04:002007-05-02T22:37:35.728-04:00

It’s May again.The only association I should make is that you’re getting ready for prom.If your dropout plans don’t go through, right?She does look like Shrek!Just jokes.I'm ahead of you… you should see things from where I stand.By all means, take the lighter.What if our parents hadn’t screwed up our lives? I’d sooner not known you than have things as they are.For what it’s worth: You are right

Mitchnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369986.post-27839212539395746982007-02-24T16:09:00.001-05:002007-02-24T16:28:41.130-05:00

The truck began as a Frankenstein project... A billet grill, chrome lights, a new hood, a new paint-job, some bucket seats, a ton of work and a money transfusion later: the beast transcended to hotness...Then the truck met a seemingly happy-go-lucky Pontiac Grand Prix. They got to talking about seeing other vehicles... it didn't end pretty.It actually got pretty ugly...Brain surgery. It'll

Mitchnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369986.post-38197720276922256292006-11-21T23:57:00.001-05:002006-11-21T23:57:38.780-05:00

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My friend Robin shared a pretty amazing quote with me today. I thought I'd pass it along."It is merely that when the atoms inside my skull happen for physical or chemical reasons to arrange themselves in a certain way this gives me, as a byproduct, the sensation which I call thought. But if so, how can I trust my own thinking to be true? And if I can’t trust my own thinking I can’t trust the

Mitchnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369986.post-1162095398886172252006-10-29T00:07:00.000-04:002006-10-29T00:24:11.449-04:00

There's been quite a bit of rain lately. Took a picture the other day, thought it was pretty cool.

Mitchnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369986.post-1157774058051023242006-09-08T21:24:00.000-04:002006-10-29T00:24:11.335-04:00

I've been trying to put words to my outlook on life lately, paying as little attention as possible to my pessimistic feelings about school, which are as follows:So I was sitting in my cubicle today, and I realized, ever since I started working, every single day of my life has been worse than the day before it. So that means that every single day that you see me, that's on the worst day of my life

Mitchnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369986.post-1157339971099367762006-09-03T23:08:00.000-04:002006-10-29T00:24:11.278-04:00

[While away from home, Jim and family stop at a restaurant known for its barbecue. There are two containers of two types of barbecue sauce on the table. One contains the conventional sauce, while the other contains a hastily blended mix of who-knows-what.]Brother: What's that?!Waitress: That's our special barbecue sauce.[Waitress walks away.]Brother: What do you think it really is?Jim: The

Mitchnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369986.post-1155961034733596762006-08-18T23:21:00.000-04:002006-10-29T00:24:11.107-04:00

As I've mentioned before, I've sworn to myself that before I die, I'll learn to play guitar. And so, as a result of such, I recently began taking lessons.At my last lesson, in an attempt to help me visualize the usefulness of my newly learned chords, my teacher gave me a simplified version of "Amazing Grace." Ironic, since it was the playing of that very song that inspired me to the point of

Mitchnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369986.post-1155589145570396302006-08-14T16:53:00.000-04:002006-10-29T00:24:11.051-04:00

[Jim and his father reach the intersection at 4th and Main St. in Nowhere]Jim: I hate this red light.Dad: I hate all of them.Jim: It seems like every time I get stuck at this one, it takes forever to turn green.[Long pause. Light doesn't change.]Dad: (Resentfully to Jim)Damn you...Good luck this week.

Mitchnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369986.post-1154286935481705112006-07-30T14:28:00.000-04:002006-10-29T00:24:10.883-04:00

I've sworn to myself that before I die, I'll sky dive and play guitar. And so, being the resourceful over-analyst I am, I took an unbelievably simplified guitar class at my summer Christian-camp of choice.Upon entering the room, I performed my usual routine of finding the most empty piece of wall real-estate and thusly planting my self there on the floor.Surveying the room revealed a pod of

Mitchnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369986.post-1153023587446413962006-07-16T00:12:00.000-04:002006-10-29T00:24:10.773-04:00

Recent re-evaluations have revealed that I, in fact, am a professional puppeteer; an old, lonely, self-loathing puppeteer. While I spend time lurking somewhere above the stage, my shiny marionette dances gaily around the floor, shouting, "Look at all the ignorance!" and acting as the only peice of me that the audience may ever know.And how I love my marionette. When I indulge myslef with my

Mitchnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369986.post-1152472049570128322006-07-09T14:37:00.000-04:002006-10-29T00:24:10.717-04:00

I have several friends who I believe desire qualification as modern day hippies (at least in philosophy, I'm not implying the use of illicit substances by any means). They own websites that proclaim the amazing benefits of world peace and wear clothes that set them apart and often times bear some sort of tribute to the Beatles or John Lennon.But in their natural habitat, they represent

Mitchnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30369986.post-1151470088788388182006-06-28T00:03:00.000-04:002006-10-29T00:24:10.655-04:00

For thirty minutes now, I've been trying to invent an epic first sentence that would eventually spawn an equally epic first paragraph, and then on to an epic first post. I'd love to be able to send everyone to dictionaries with big words, or convey emotions as effectively as does music, but writing is very much like life, in that there is no controlling the sequence or nature of things, it all

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