Name: Alan
Gender: Male
Birthday: June 6, 1985
Astrological Sign: Gemini
Born in the Year of the: Ox
Industry: Communications / Media
Occupation: Network Technician
Location: Roswell, Georgia
Hometown: Louisville, Kentucky
Major: Art
Favorite Place: Curled up under my covers, especially if it's cold out.
Color: Candy Apple Red (like my Strat)
Movies: High Fidelity, Mallrats, Empire Records, Orange County, and Almost
Famous
Actor's: John Cusack, Antonio Banderas, Johnny Depp (Pirate's Owned), Jason
Lee, and Ron Jerem... uh I mean Jack Black.
Actress': (In order of preference)
1) Renee Zellweger(minus Chicago, she was looking kinda nasty in that one)
2) Kate Hudson
3) Elisha Cuthbert (my wife bee-ah-tch!!!)
4) Catherine Zeta-Jones
5) Kiera Knightly (damn she looks good in a corsette)
Show's: “Smallville” (yeah, it's sad I know), “Family Guy”,
“Futurama”, “Everwood”, and “Two and a Half
Men”.
Literary Work: “Self-Reliance” by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Poem's: “The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost and “Annabel
Lee” by Edgar Allen Poe
Author(s): Anne Rice, Brian Jacques, Edgar Allen Poe, Ralph Waldo Emerson,
and Stephen E. Ambrose
Random Question:
Q: You're wearing a sweater that stretches down to your feet. What color belt
do you put on?
A: Who says I'm wearing pants?
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::5.26.2004::
Space For Rant
(a.k.a. The True Meaning Of ‘Hero’)
(a.k.a I’m drink and I’m bitching again)
I’ve spent the past week soul searching as to where and who I am, and what it is that I want out of this life. The following is something that does not necessarily need to be said, but I am going to say it anyways, as many people seem to take my going on about my having fallen for Tiff as one of my all too numerous flights of fancy.
We’ve all been to the movies and we’ve all seen dozens upon dozens of movie trailers. One of the key points of movie trailers is to set the mood of a film, to entice the viewer to exchange his hard earned cash for a couple of hours of extremely fleeting entertainment, but what one never notices is the emotion that comes from these few moments of sensory bliss. We watch the trailer for some new suspense movie and are captivated by the question of “wait, now I want to know what happens next.” We watch the horror movie preview and think, “That’s going to scare the pants off me.” We see the sample for an upcoming comedy and say “that’s gonna be hilarious,” but what is really happening with all of this is that subconsciously we compare each story to our own lives, connecting with individual characters, discovering the people we aspire to be.
Then the spoiler for the Epic pop’s up, a hero rises from the ashes, takes a beating, and then annihilates his foe. We feel empowered at first; having just witness the ultimate in human triumph, but that soon fades just as the screen does. We begin to think about our own lives, and we begin to wonder, “why can’t I be the hero for once, why can’t I be the one to kick some ass and take some names?” and some where deep inside our hope dies a little, and although those around you may not notice and no physical change has occurred, one cannot deny that it has not happened.
It is within this simple human moment that the word ‘hero’ loses its value. We begin to only see a hero as one who goes out, defeats evil, and saves the day just in the knick of time. We stop thinking about what it truly takes to be a hero, sacrifice. Take this story into example:
George is sitting in the field of the final game in the World Series. George’s dream has always been to catch the winning home run ball of his team and with the way that the game is going; George is on the verge of soiling himself with joy. It’s the bottom of the ninth, bases loaded, and the star player of George’s team is up to bat. After getting 2 balls and 2 outs the batter finally nails it out of the park and right toward George. Time stands still and all background sound drowns away as George sees his opportunity within his grasp, his every wish mere feet from his attainment. The ball lands into George’s glove as if its destiny, the crowd goes into a deafening roar. George (happier than a pig in shit) is leaving the park cherishing the game wining ball when he spots little Timmy. Timmy is upset because he didn’t get the star players autograph, and this is the players last season.
Now George is faced with a quandary, does he give up the one thing that he has to show for his accomplishment, or does he value his conclusion that baseball has taught him; there is a winner and a loser in every situation?
George takes the hit; he sacrifices the one thing that he wanted most. Timmy overjoyed to have the received the game winning ball, tries to put what he feels into words, yet it only comes out as “thank you.”
Now I ask who the hero is; the guy who goes out and beats his nemesis, or George?
See to be a hero isn’t always to be the one who vanquishes evil or kills the bad guy, and situations of that magnitude are few and far between.
A true hero is (unfortunately) forgotten as quickly as he/she appears. A true hero is common and everyday. A true hero is one who knows when to walk away from his or her most sought after dream.
I suppose now I am faced with the hardest part, to walk away from the one thing that I desire most.
"I ask not for a lighter burden, I ask for broader shoulders."
- Jewish proverb
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Alan spun round and round on 5/26/2004 10:44:00 PM
