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Name: David
Location: Boston, Massachusetts, United States
Birthday: 5/28/1988
Gender: Male
Interests: Basically any sport, Music, Playing with keys for the SBPC Sons of Thunder when I'm there, and of course the main man JC!
Expertise: Music I geuss
Occupation: Operations
Industry: Textiles
Message: message meEmail: email me
AIM:  CENDofLuxemburg
Member Since:
9/25/2004
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| Also, I just remebered, I had an awesome conversation with Nathan about religion and other such topics for about two hours about a week ago, that was sort of the iceing on the cake. We both seem very different in our outward features but we think almost the exact same way with minor differences on the final destinations of those thoughts. He seems to be one of the very few people I can really get deep into things with and still share an understanding with, I'm very glad that i know him. | | |
| Hey all, sorry I haven't posted in a while, just haven't felt up to it. Anyway, som much to cover, my week in San Diego was amazing. It was awesome to see everyone again, it almost seemed like I never left, which I thoight was a little odd but not in a bad way. It was fun hanging out with the Roberts and McClenahans and everyone else up in the church area and playing with the old worship band Sons of Thunder was something that I really needed. It brought some emtional connection back into music and worship for me. It was the first time I had really been in God's presence since I moved so it really rejunvinated me. Then hanging out with friends I have for a long time down in Clairemont was awesome as well. Just to see evryone again, including my old band director felt wonderful. Not to mention seeing Catherine for teh first time in 6 months! It seems as though our reltaion has been rekindled and perhaps brought to another level was we enter another satge of long distance relationship. Again talking with people that I know and who know me well was awesome. I didn't have to explain myself or feel out of place, I know I'll have those friends forever.
Now on to more recent events, frisbee has officially started. (for those who didn't/don't know I joined the Ultimate firsbee club/team here at Arlington High). The fist practice, which was last thursday, was suprisingly amazing. All we did was run, something I love to do when unhindered by racing or basically everything else but not something I do often so I figured I'd really out of shape. Apparently I was wrong, I ended up running something like 3 miles or so, and probably could've ran more. I guess the working out has paud in more subtle ways than just muscle sculpting. That night I had an evening rehearsal for orchestra; I fet charged fromt he run and all the endorphins released by it (yay endorphins!). So as we start playing Lord of the Dance (based off of river dance) I realize that I'm hitting notes very clearly and loudly, I have amazing tone; in fact this is the best I've ever played. My mom figures it was because the running essentially opened up my lungs to full compacity so I could more air through my horn, who knows. Another thing I should mention is that recently I've been trying to more emotion into my playing, instead of just focusing on the notes. It's been working out pretty well. This then leads to the All Town String Night where basically every school-run string group in Arlington comes and plays in the middleschool gym. You have evryone from elementary school up, ear-bleed central right? Guess again, the string players here are amazingly good, even the elementary school kids are in tune 85% of the time! That was suprising, jsut as suprising as my playing that night. It was by far the best I've ever sounded and probably the best concert I've ever been in (even better than honor band lst year). It seems i've reached a new level in my playing where I'm begining to move people with the music I play, it's a crazy feeling. | | |
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Ska | | 71% | Classic Rock. | | 63% | Indie | | 58% | Indie Rock | | 54% | Hip Hop and Rap | | 54% | Punk and Pop Punk. | | 42% | Country | | 42% | Emo & More | | 38% | Britpop | | 33% | Mainstream | | 21% | Industrial | | 13% | Hardcore | | 13% |
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| This is something I wrote last year and forgot about, pretty interesting I thought. Tell what you think.
The Captain, The Map, and The Boy Who Was Not There
Sometimes the mind is your best ally, other times it is your worst enemy. This thought crossed his mind many times. “Why can’t I bring my mind to do what I want to do?” “Why is it so inconsistent?” “Is there something wrong with me?” The answer never came. It was always “Have patience, I have always shown you in time have I not?” This answer was always in his own voice but not his own. He trusted the voice but it was quiet beside the other saying, “Your just dumb. Who cares? What should it matter you’ll never change.” I will change was his response but he didn’t always believe it, in fact he almost never believed it. He would just sit and wait without an opinion either way. For that was who he was, an observer, watcher of the things around him. He let things take place around him, run their course and let the outcome take effect. He would talk if asked too, he would listen if talked too; he would even make idle chitchat with the ones he enjoyed the company of, but he was always observing. He would almost never take a side unless he heard both arguments, he would record the causes and effects of the world around him but he could never do that with himself. That is why he couldn’t believe he could understand his mind. He would make the decisions, he would do the thing that started the chain reaction, not let it pass him by. This was hard for him; he could lay it all on the table but never pick it back up again. He couldn’t see that outcome so he sat back and waited but nothing ever changed, he couldn’t grip the fact that he had to act, he had to decide his fate not the ever-changing world. He was different than his friends in this way. He knew the ways of the world, he new his friends were not the ones that controlled it, he knew that if he jumped into the torrent river of this earthly realm he would be sucked to the bottom like many of his friends and be gone forever, he saw this and would not act for fear that his boat of safe-haven would be broken by the waves. He knew he couldn’t walk on water but he couldn’t own the fact that the boat would float down without crashing into the rocks and losing him to the depths. He knew what he must do but he couldn’t shove off the shore. He was tied to it and refused to let the Captain of his boat of salvation carry him the place of the eternal flame; he had the map, the boat and the Captain but he didn’t have himself.
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Nicknames that have been given to mE
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Dave (I was rarley called this in SD)
Nichols (in more use than just oneperson, sorry Glanz)
D.C. (David Christopher or Dave from California)
California Dave
Mookey (don't ask there really isn't a story behind this one folks)
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