tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20534594889101881312024-03-05T18:12:49.540-08:00Steinblogsteinbeiglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11656097286373324589noreply@blogger.comBlogger105125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2053459488910188131.post-13895345364701089342019-04-24T17:02:00.003-07:002019-04-24T17:02:46.316-07:00The Lonliest ToddlerBy this point in my life, people expect me to know what I’m doing most of the time. I’m supposed to know how to pay my taxes, keep up on my auto maintenance, and call a landlord about leaky faucets. The same can be said of romance. In the over thirty romantic arena, there are a lot of well traveled individuals. People who have dated and divorced and dated again. People who have raised children. steinbeiglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11656097286373324589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2053459488910188131.post-76168127712917754492016-07-17T07:56:00.000-07:002016-07-17T07:56:33.586-07:00Writing Fight (vs Emily Steinbutt)Everything is predictable at 5:37 in the morning. Nobody goes out at that hour unless they have to. I see the same people every morning. There's Marta, going to some job that requires those black "comfy" shoes that old people always wear. Jeff arrives at 5:36 without fail. One day he was late. I could tell everyone noticed. But when he showed up with only 30 seconds to spare, nobody said anythingsteinbeiglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11656097286373324589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2053459488910188131.post-83322521396895156822015-08-21T20:48:00.000-07:002019-04-24T16:56:23.109-07:00Jesus, Lao Tzu, and Bill Nye walk into a bar together....I have had some interesting conversations with a friend of mine over the last few weeks. Some of these have revolved around the conflict that the religious often have with the non-religious. Before you say I am making up this conflict, think back on how many marriages have ended due to religious differences. Or, if you don't know any, go to the exmormon subreddit and browse for a minute. You can steinbeiglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11656097286373324589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2053459488910188131.post-31799292259816574422014-09-06T23:32:00.004-07:002014-09-06T23:32:51.266-07:00Dayssteinbeiglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11656097286373324589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2053459488910188131.post-82103865090004817382014-04-13T21:16:00.001-07:002014-04-13T22:40:39.616-07:00Looking at a Changing WhorlI am a fairly caring person. I have an ability to care for people and understand and accept people. This is an aspect of my personality that I value quite a lot, in part because it was lost for a time. I lost this gift when I was in the midst of my depressive period. As it turns out, it is hard to care for others when what little energy you have left is being used to wish you were dead. However steinbeiglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11656097286373324589noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2053459488910188131.post-71911687352932407442013-12-13T14:53:00.000-08:002013-12-13T14:53:10.332-08:00That's What She SaidI haven't lived a lot of life, but I have lived more than I used to have lived. And that is more than some others have lived, while being less than many. Anyway, regardless of how much relative life I have, there are a few things I've learned. Well, not many things, really. Just a couple. Well, one thing.
Life is hard.
It's true. You know it, I know it, your mom knows it (ha...yer mom), andsteinbeiglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11656097286373324589noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2053459488910188131.post-28633469873935461172013-11-06T23:09:00.000-08:002013-11-06T23:09:47.739-08:00The Almighty ShouldFirst, let's get this out of the way. This is post number one hundred. Whoopty shit. Let the rejoicing commence.
Now, on to business.
I was recently asked by my therapist what I want. I answered the question with some bullshit about wanting to be happy or something. But before I left, he asked me to think about it. It seems he wasn't satisfied with my answer. And as it turns out, neithersteinbeiglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11656097286373324589noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2053459488910188131.post-63259301095364289202013-10-10T02:37:00.000-07:002013-10-10T02:37:26.009-07:00DepressionOne of the great goals of my life is to help people understand how life looks through eyes that aren't theirs. A lot of my life was (read: is) spent not realizing this and subsequently making stupid decisions. However, I do not wish to be this way. It almost always leads to someone experiencing some kind of negative emotion. Anger, sadness, sugar...and I don't like to be the cause of that. Isteinbeiglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11656097286373324589noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2053459488910188131.post-33613946508350915432013-09-23T19:02:00.001-07:002013-09-23T19:21:24.510-07:00Painfully BeautifulHave you ever been talking to someone and used or heard the phrase "painfully beautiful?" Have you ever thought about it? Why would somebody say that? Isn't beauty a good thing? Isn't pain a bad thing? Why would you stick them together? Is it like when you are laughing so hard your stomach hurts? Too much of a good thing?
I don't think so.
I think I have an idea of what "painfully steinbeiglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11656097286373324589noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2053459488910188131.post-40069268187846395682013-09-16T00:36:00.002-07:002013-09-16T00:36:18.033-07:00Please, Really Look Into My Eyes.....It is extraordinary how unintentionally selfish I can become. In my head I am a kind, caring, and selfless person. In reality, I am so focused on myself that I can't even see what people around me are experiencing and feeling. Sometimes I just need a reminder.
I didn't used to care about this. In fact, I used to make a hobby of annoying people. I was so good at it that you can unfortunatelysteinbeiglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11656097286373324589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2053459488910188131.post-65066849893436463562013-08-28T22:03:00.000-07:002013-08-28T22:03:24.747-07:00Creating a Scotch Korean
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I am, like a Scotch Korean, a contradiction. I live a life in two simultaneous mental states. It could even be said that they are conflicting states. Before I explain why, I need to explain something steinbeiglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11656097286373324589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2053459488910188131.post-61866681754281108222013-03-19T15:25:00.000-07:002013-03-19T17:05:14.081-07:00ScarsThe more life you've lived is just more sorrow seen.
Every sadness you feel leaves a mark where it bleeds.
So old age is scars, and youth is naive.
I've seen kids of 18 so much older than me.
But youth, she is pretty, she laughs in our dreams
And try though we might, she will always retreat.
So reaching and grasping, we clutch at her feet
Until sorrow and sadness bring us to our knees.
Then steinbeiglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11656097286373324589noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2053459488910188131.post-7973314249008358532013-02-22T14:36:00.001-08:002013-02-22T14:36:33.259-08:00Brown Paper Bags Aren't Always Full of Poop
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The thing about life is, it never stops happening. Sometimes, you want nothing more than to stop it for just a couple minutes, an hour. It might be that steinbeiglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11656097286373324589noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2053459488910188131.post-81454285749275267702012-11-30T10:02:00.001-08:002012-11-30T10:02:45.726-08:00Just AssperimentingI just want to see how this looks on my page, and see if it works. I did, however, make sure it is a wicked cool song for you to hear.
steinbeiglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11656097286373324589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2053459488910188131.post-8472737162418303202012-11-28T13:16:00.000-08:002012-11-28T13:16:53.581-08:00Sialorrhea
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I'ma spit some words at you like a rapper with sialorrhea.
Google search for Thingzorz. I don't get it either.
You may or may not know me very well. So you may or may steinbeiglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11656097286373324589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2053459488910188131.post-3795154105226022802012-11-05T22:00:00.000-08:002013-08-28T20:35:00.664-07:00EpitaphHave you seen V for Vendetta? It is, after all, November 5. I imagine most of you have seen the film. Think now on the character V. And if you haven't seen the movie, think instead of Frodo or Boromir. Or, if you are unfamiliar with them, think of Batman and his battle with Gotham. If you are unfortunate enough to be ignorant of all of these, think of Nikola Tesla; a man who gave his life steinbeiglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11656097286373324589noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2053459488910188131.post-25413425157408142382012-10-19T23:07:00.000-07:002012-10-19T23:07:02.709-07:00Ethics. Who needs 'em....I've got some thoughts floating around. Real good ones. Let's get started.
I think we can all agree that every person has some sense of what is right, and what is wrong. A person may have a very skewed view of right and wrong, but at least everyone has some sense of morality. And ever since humans have had these views of right and wrong, they have been arguing over who's set of rules is steinbeiglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11656097286373324589noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2053459488910188131.post-6249749693946326762012-09-12T22:40:00.001-07:002012-09-12T22:43:09.449-07:00The Colors of LifeThere are very few stories that have not already been told. In fact, this story differs from others you have read only in specifics of names, dates, places. But this story will be told here, and it will be told again elsewhere, because stories are more than names, places, and events. Stories are how we know we have souls. The words of a story go beyond simply being sound waves and stir steinbeiglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11656097286373324589noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2053459488910188131.post-19174242965439648722012-07-25T23:07:00.001-07:002012-07-25T23:09:48.470-07:00Hello NastyI am currently listening to this album:
I don't know if any of you listened to this record, as a whole, but I am 98% certain that 61% of you have heard the track Intergalactic. It was a relatively successful hit in the year 1998 when I was 14 and still thought I was a bad ass rebel for buying a "rap" album. If you listen to this in its entirety you will see how uninformed I was. I did steinbeiglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11656097286373324589noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2053459488910188131.post-27832127574347799632011-11-01T22:28:00.000-07:002013-08-28T21:25:50.080-07:00N~~~~~~e and My BrainLet's talk a little bit about me.
Yesterday I was talking to a friend of mine about how I have nothing going on in my life. Crappy job. Failed out of school. No relationships to even joke about. In short, if you took off your shades, my future would still not be bright. Being a generally positive person, I tried to think of something that may be good about the future. I thought to myself, steinbeiglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11656097286373324589noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2053459488910188131.post-66456895181537264502011-03-06T11:17:00.000-08:002011-03-06T11:17:25.111-08:00Which Came First? The Nerd, or The Dice?I spend a lot of time in the nerdier parts of the world. I am myself a nerd. And I have the privilege of associating with and observing many other nerds. Before I dive into my thought, I would like to take a detour to discuss some social stigmas.
As a general rule, people are defined by their activities. This is not an all encompassing rule, but it pretty much holds true. Play sports, steinbeiglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11656097286373324589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2053459488910188131.post-72028006536370515412011-01-31T08:12:00.000-08:002011-01-31T08:12:03.861-08:00The Science of ReligionIt has been some time since I have written a post. It has been some time since I have had any thoughts worth writing. But last night I was privy to an interesting discussion. In my wanderings about Provo, I came across a book club discussion. They were discussing a book written by a prominent atheist whose name I didn't quite catch. The discussion wandered around for a little, touching on steinbeiglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11656097286373324589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2053459488910188131.post-37967247469851196982010-12-25T12:03:00.000-08:002010-12-25T12:03:06.377-08:0020 Christmas ThoughtsIt is Christmas. I am going to present to you a list of things. It may be related or it may not be. Either way, here it is:
1) My mother will always react to me as though I were 14. Regardless of my age or my action, everything I do is childish.
2) Coffee shops are the best places in the world. They serve as combination study house, social house, food house...they are wonderful and steinbeiglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11656097286373324589noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2053459488910188131.post-65027202980178510912010-12-14T12:39:00.000-08:002010-12-14T12:39:22.114-08:00HUGI would like to take this moment to discuss something we are all familiar with. Something you should be doing daily. Something that has been around since the first humans, and probably before. Something that is simpler than sneezing, but when done correctly, has the power to change the world. What could this be?? What in the world is he talking about?? I am talking about the hug. Yes, the steinbeiglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11656097286373324589noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2053459488910188131.post-78676230116796255432010-11-12T14:10:00.000-08:002010-11-12T14:18:08.732-08:00Lyrical AssistanceOkay, so I got bored the other day and decided to write some acoustic fantasy rock. With a little inspiration I got something going. However, I only got a little bit of the lyrics done before I ran out of fantastical juice. Below I will post what I have, and I ask that you all contribute whatever you can, keeping in mind that it is intentionally overdramatic and ridiculous. Try to think "steinbeiglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11656097286373324589noreply@blogger.com1