<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:49:47.898-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mope tree</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>109</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-8293046918382643782</id><published>2009-12-15T13:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T14:13:08.464-05:00</updated><title type='text'>we are still here</title><content type='html'>update......... i havent used this blog in one thousand years. i do not own a computer of my own, and when i get access to one, i can only think of so many things to do with it, and watching apple jacks animations, tv shows, bbc news, naked ladies, and being a pirate all come before blog. so it is i have come to be here only now.&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;it is december. i still live here, where i do. I have some new roommates. the winter is cold in a warehouse. christmas is coming very soon.&lt;br /&gt;we were driving, and i was remembering where you live, and how i could have lived there too; but now we were driving, and you were sleeping inside your house, and i knew you were there, even though we didn't stop to make sure it was true. And I thought of how many things I know that are true, and how some thoughts can be revelations even when they are old and used out, and I wished i could remember these things all the time so i could build past them and be amazed at something less common. But I always forget how many people there really are, and how they are moving, and doing so many things, inventing and understanding. Making connections and crushing and being crushed. And I thought if i could always keep the thought in my mind of equality amongst us all that i would start to do things differently, to treat someone better, to say different things. But I forgot again, and I was still myself, and it took one thousand houses flying by a window to remind me that it was so. And it seemed like nothing changes, and that the moments of clarity were few and far between, and that maybe even the times where i thought i was so close to seeing the biggest picture i was still so far away. And maybe as i go on, i find more and more that i dont get what i want, but only a clearer understanding of what that is in the first place. And like the bird freed from his cage who returns to it so that he still may have something to wish for*, i go along, hoping i could remember and reach an end, knowing that there never was one to start with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*Kurt Vonnegut, Breakfast of Champions)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished my first ayn rand book, anthem. it was short, and easy, and great. im also reading gabriel garcia marquez's one hundred years of solitude. it has wonderful moments. I am thinking i need to start to exercise maybe. and get my ass back on the drawing/painting/creating something, for God's sake..... board.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-8293046918382643782?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/8293046918382643782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=8293046918382643782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/8293046918382643782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/8293046918382643782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-are-still-here.html' title='we are still here'/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-1194540033408077271</id><published>2009-05-14T18:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T18:07:11.835-04:00</updated><title type='text'>that's why</title><content type='html'>i got the thing that ive wanted for 6 years. someday the computer will have pictures.&lt;a href="http://eclipse.gsfc.nasa.gov/LEmono/TLE2003May15/TLE2003May15.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://eclipse.gsfc.nasa.gov/LEmono/TLE2003May15/TLE2003May15.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-1194540033408077271?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/1194540033408077271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=1194540033408077271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/1194540033408077271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/1194540033408077271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2009/05/heres-why.html' title='that&apos;s why'/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-1452590982555917225</id><published>2009-04-03T12:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T13:08:47.427-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a list of demands</title><content type='html'>we want to know - did we turn it on it's head, did we rock the boat?&lt;br /&gt;or have we been jumping through so many invisible hoops, unaware of our own boudning feet, unseeing of the beaten path and that same old same old same old same old thing?&lt;br /&gt;we want to know did it matter? we want you to maybe confirm for us that indeed, it maybe certainly did.&lt;br /&gt;we want a firm handshake or reassuring look.&lt;br /&gt;we want our love to be proud of the fact that we're the only one they will be coming home to and loving and fucking for the rest of our blessed, beleaguered lives.&lt;br /&gt;we want the oppurtunity to present itself, we want to wake up a bit earlier, stay out a bit later, work hard, play hard.&lt;br /&gt;we want to hold your confidence, we want to give you the best advice.&lt;br /&gt;we want to smile knowingly, to speak in complex riddles and elaborate on subjects.&lt;br /&gt;we hope we can tell the truth.&lt;br /&gt;we want to be a better lover than anyone before or after, or at least to hear you say so&lt;br /&gt;we want to already know what we've done before being told that we've done it.&lt;br /&gt;we want the recognition, we want it to change.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we want it to stay the same.&lt;br /&gt;we want to know what is best, middle, and worst, to be sympathetic and understand.&lt;br /&gt;we hope that we really care.&lt;br /&gt;we want to stop you with our stare; we want our fingers to make goosebumps embroider your skin, every single time.&lt;br /&gt;we want you to want to do the same for us.&lt;br /&gt;we want it not be so important, we want it to be everything.&lt;br /&gt;we want to relax, make the right choice, feel like it was somehow worth it, every single time.&lt;br /&gt;we hope upon hope that we were right. God, how we do hope that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-1452590982555917225?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/1452590982555917225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=1452590982555917225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/1452590982555917225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/1452590982555917225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2009/04/list-of-demands.html' title='a list of demands'/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-4457161103030089211</id><published>2009-03-14T20:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T20:20:20.359-04:00</updated><title type='text'>more  like blah mitzvah</title><content type='html'>Some Rules and Hints for Students and Teachers                                      &lt;br /&gt;By John Cage&lt;br /&gt;RULE 1: Find a place you trust and then, try trusting it for a while&lt;br /&gt;RULE 2: GENERAL DUTIES AS A STUDENT Pull everything out of your teacher.Pull everything out of your fellow students.&lt;br /&gt;RULE 3:GENERAL DUTY AS A TEACHER Pull everything out of your students.&lt;br /&gt;RULE 4:Consider everything an experiment.&lt;br /&gt;RULE 5:Be self disciplined.This means finding someone smart or wise and choosing to follow them.To be disciplined is to follow in a good way.To be self-disciplined is to follow in a better way.&lt;br /&gt;RULE 6:Follow the leader Nothing is a mistake.There is no win and no fail.There is only make.&lt;br /&gt;RULE 7:The only rule is work If you work it will lead to something. It is the people who do all of the work all the time who eventually catch onto things. You can fool the fans - but not the  players.&lt;br /&gt;RULE 8:Do not try to create and analyze at the same time. They are different processes.&lt;br /&gt;RULE 9:Be happy whenever you can manage it.  Enjoy yourself.  It is lighter than you think.&lt;br /&gt;RULE 10:We are breaking all the rules, even our own rules and how do we do that?         By leaving plenty of room for 'x' qualities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELPFUL HINTS:   Always be around.  Come or go to everything.  Always go to classes. Read everything you can get your hands on.  Look at movies carefully and often. Save everything. It may come in handy later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-4457161103030089211?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/4457161103030089211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=4457161103030089211&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/4457161103030089211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/4457161103030089211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2009/03/more-like-blah-mitzvah.html' title='more  like blah mitzvah'/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-2887902047082218152</id><published>2009-03-13T13:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T14:53:39.239-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>update! i cant find my camera!&lt;br /&gt;also i fell down my ladder recently, and hurt my hand. &lt;br /&gt;also, the guy cleaning the walls outside my window can clearly tell that when he sprays the window that water sprays inside the house. and he  can clearly see me sitting in pajamas and refuses to acknowledge me.&lt;br /&gt;jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and when we're dead(and we'll be dead),&lt;br /&gt;we'll have our eternity.&lt;br /&gt;and i will spend it all&lt;br /&gt;missing you&lt;br /&gt;and you and me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-2887902047082218152?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/2887902047082218152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=2887902047082218152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/2887902047082218152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/2887902047082218152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2009/03/update-i-cant-find-my-camera-also-i.html' title=''/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-3186909111175210144</id><published>2009-03-13T12:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T13:09:09.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i havent been on here in awhile, which is probably a good thing. we have no more working computers or tv in the house. you would think i would get so much work done that way: drawing, reading classics, writing novellas; but alas. it's a slow climb. &lt;br /&gt;so we are, what, a third of the way through lent? so far i have found out i am socially inept, and have a million things locked up. not much progress really. if anything i am far more unhapy when not drinking, because i cant exist as a person who talks to other persons well. i have been so haunted the last several days, it was the full moon and all, and now that it's past i am feeling a bit better. It's strange how that works. maybe it's all in my mind? i think i've asked that before... and always say 'duh.' but it doesnt matter where it is if it's real, huh?&lt;br /&gt;im going to california in may for awhile, job or no job, money or no money, friends or no friends. i am interested in breaking the cycle - what happens if i'm not dating anyone when i go there? i cant break up with anyone then, maybe i'll just die instead? the world is my oyster! anyway. that will be fun.&lt;br /&gt;this month is going fast. this week would have normally been spring break, me and adam getting in a car and driving somewhere new and warm.&lt;br /&gt;so, in conclusion, sorry if ive been grumpy lately, i am learning something important, or maybe i just am that way usually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imma post some art now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-3186909111175210144?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/3186909111175210144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=3186909111175210144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/3186909111175210144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/3186909111175210144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-havent-been-on-here-in-awhile-which.html' title=''/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-3039034857199130441</id><published>2009-02-26T22:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T22:54:46.151-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the best</title><content type='html'>http://www.bombombombomwooooo.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-3039034857199130441?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/3039034857199130441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=3039034857199130441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/3039034857199130441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/3039034857199130441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2009/02/best.html' title='the best'/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-8781416220849683176</id><published>2009-02-25T23:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T00:14:14.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>day 1</title><content type='html'>ash wednesday was today. I dont think youre supposed to say 'happy ash wednesday!' ...I have begun to abstain from alcohol, and it was fairly simple for the day at least. the point is that when you want the thing you cant have, you direct that energy to God instead. there has been noone else but me in the house for 30-36 hours now. luckily i did go out for a time to watch a show i had no idea what the hell was going on and didnt care (lost) and another show which was largely disappointing (top chef). and there was chicken wings. but now im back. i am feeling strange.&lt;br /&gt;last nite a good reason for not drinking presented itself - i had totally misplaced a hilarious memory of mine from new orleans. I actually needed to be reminded that i was paid $100 to go into a shemale strip club and have a drink. seriously. i have trained my brain exceedingly well at blocking things out. oh, come on, it was just a drink. you would do the same thing. i have the disposition that makes me want to experience everything, which leads me to my next point - &lt;br /&gt;i found out today that i am the reincarnation of soren kierkegaard. here's why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i dont feel like doing anything. I dont feel like walking - it is tiring. i dont feel like lying down, for either i would lie down for a long time, and i dont feel like doing that, or i would get up right away, and i dont feel like that either - i dont feel like riding - the motion is too vigorous for my apathy; i dont feel like doing anything except just taking a drive; indolently, smoothly undulating along, letting objects in abundance glide by, pausing at every beautiful spot merely to feel my listlessness - my ideas and impulses are just as barren as a eunuch's desire. I seek in vain for something to stimulate me... now I really feel the meaning of the expression about Christ's words that they are life and spirit. To be brief: I do not feel like writing what I have written here, and i do not feel like erasing it either.&lt;br /&gt;...all i am qualified to do is to converse with crazy people and to offer them my hand&lt;br /&gt;...i divide my time as follows. One half I sleep; the other half i dream.&lt;br /&gt;..I could almost be tempted to explain the contradictions moving within me by supposing that i am an irishman. For the irish do not have the heart to immerse their children totally when they have them baptized; they want to keep a little paganism in reserve. Generally the child is totally immersed, but they leave the right arm free, so that he will be able to wield a sword with it, embrace the girls"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love him. heres one last quote/food for thought - 'Only those who try to resist temptation know how strong it is. We never find out the strength of an evil impulse inside us until we try to fight it; and Christ, because he was the only man who never yielded to temptation, is also the only man who knows to the full what temptation means - the only complete realist.' CS Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anybody want to come over? you should. i am lonely as hell and will be reading on the couch for hours because my sleep is completely off. i prefer pretty girls who like to snuggle, just for the record.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-8781416220849683176?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/8781416220849683176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=8781416220849683176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/8781416220849683176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/8781416220849683176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-1.html' title='day 1'/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-6179057284063960966</id><published>2009-02-24T02:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T02:06:39.218-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZagGfBC7wPU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZagGfBC7wPU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only 3 words can describe my feeling for this, and they are 'what the fuck???'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-6179057284063960966?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/6179057284063960966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=6179057284063960966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/6179057284063960966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/6179057284063960966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2009/02/only-3-words-can-describe-my-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-3074015174450725544</id><published>2009-02-23T21:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T22:07:58.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>getting ready</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SaNhAWECKyI/AAAAAAAAAHE/zGOOzsB2fk0/s1600-h/No-Thanks-Ill-Get-Quarter-Pounder-Instead_500x500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 369px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SaNhAWECKyI/AAAAAAAAAHE/zGOOzsB2fk0/s400/No-Thanks-Ill-Get-Quarter-Pounder-Instead_500x500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306191444522969890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best caption with this - "went in. was great."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"there exists fortunate creatures who have such a decided inclination in a particular direction that they follow the path once it is laid out for them without ever falling prey to the thought that perhaps they ought to have followed an entirely different path. There are others who let themselves be influenced so completely by their surroundings that it never becomes clear to them in what direction they are really striving... Perhaps it is my misfortune in life that I am interested in far too many things rather than definitely in any one thing. My interests are not all subordinated to one but are all coordinate...life has always interested me most, and it has always been my desire to clarify and solve the riddle of life.&lt;br /&gt;...I prefer to talk with old women who chatter about their families, next with demented people - and lastly with very sensible people." (kierkegaard, either/or)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No man knows how bad he is till he has tried very hard to be good. Only those who resist temptation know how strong it is.... and Christ, because He was the only man who never yielded to temptation, is also the only man who knows &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;to the full&lt;/span&gt; what temptation means - the only complete realist." CS Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its monday. im studying lent for cell. i plan on giving up alcohol for 40 days (technically 46). I have serious doubts about this actually coming true. I find myself in a familiar place, hopefully with new eyes and better choices to be made than the last time. I have only ever felt the way I did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-3074015174450725544?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/3074015174450725544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=3074015174450725544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/3074015174450725544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/3074015174450725544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2009/02/getting-ready.html' title='getting ready'/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SaNhAWECKyI/AAAAAAAAAHE/zGOOzsB2fk0/s72-c/No-Thanks-Ill-Get-Quarter-Pounder-Instead_500x500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-5748211710848168767</id><published>2009-02-22T02:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T03:28:57.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>another saturday night, and i aint got etc etc</title><content type='html'>i almost fell off my ladder today. i had to jump. and burn my hand slightly on the rope. well, i didnt have to do that. tonight i was a game show host for the newlywed game at a corporate party. i have never been a game show host, but have always thought i would be good at it. fact. it was good. then i raced to another place where i sang in a chorus for a band who my roommate belongs to. i have never been a singer in a band, but have always thought i would be good at that too. after an hour of driving, i am now here. i would like to now transcribe this page i wrote earlier, omitting anything that sounds poor as i go. marshmallow mateys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does the knowledge of it do for your own action? If we know in our heart that we, ourself, is fallible; incapable of loving fully, incapable of being God, why then do we continue on trying as if we think we will break the mold? Trying is the best to hope for. Everyone is forgotten in time. There are people who just seem(ed) to know something everyone else didn't, how to put the pieces together simply while appearing complex, to write a melody that reaches inside. But we can avert our our eyes, shut our ears, we cannot be reached unless we choose to be. Sometimes I wish I had a God that would force me to know Him. But then i dont. I wonder how it could be that even if i had God by my side, a pure example of love and what to emulate, how i could still find it in myself to turn away and look for something for myself. I know that I would. So what does knowing do for me? Does it change my course of action, do i try harder than anyone else ever has? Okay, why not?&lt;br /&gt;NOw by no means do i mean to stop. It's difficult to pursue things in your life if you over think it. We are constantly being who we are, and we can constantly change that direction and pursue something new. I am not held down, pinned by any choice I ever made (certainly some choices if made would bring some moral/judicial ramifications). Is this freedom? Do we already have what we want but fail to see it? So many people around the world are literally chained down by the evils of their country, their neighbors, their inheritance, their poverty, and are unable to feel like they can break away. I weep for that. And what of the message i cling to - that love will pave the way, true love is a thing worth dying for, the source of madness is the lack of it. Well, maybe not. It's foolish. And yet it pins down so many artists, musicians, poets... or okay all of them. What we really want is to be understood, to be happy on our own terms, get the things we want through luck and beguilement, perhaps a bit of merit. Could it be that the wealth of feelings, the lines of prose, all lead to an end result of not-good-enough? Is that where the misery comes from? How can you know what will happen before the end? How can you know what will save your soul (if you believe in these things) before the end, before it's happened? Yeah. You can't.&lt;br /&gt;There are these feelings of pleasure, happiness, assurety (which apparently isn't a word), anxiety, misery, worry - and we put them together with experiences and words attached and follow them as road signs in our life. I try to remember some time long ago when I was absolutely sure about one thing or another, and what it took to achieve that. Now I feel like i've crossed the line again, into my usual and comfortable self worship, love worship; that any time spent thinking leads me away from God and deep into myself. A 180 degree turn is always necessary. A new mindset. How poor that is. And what does it help? I could do any great thing in the world completely devoid of God (to me), and He could still take it for His glory and use it as best He could for His kingdom. Do I miss out on the high five from God if I am A) not aware of my motives or b) doing good things for no real reason except to do them? There it goes again, me getting all full of myself. Pride is weird because it makes alot of sense. God doesn't belong in a box that I make for Him to be in. There is so much going on. I want to see it all happen and know it and then see what I do then. Something is off-putting about the old addage that you should do everything you do for God and that that will be able to verify life in that way. I guess I am just not very good at doing this.&lt;br /&gt;...Maybe deep down inside, we all know we're just masturbating the day away; but it feels pretty good most of the time. Except for that time when you come down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-5748211710848168767?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/5748211710848168767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=5748211710848168767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/5748211710848168767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/5748211710848168767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-saturday-night-and-i-aint-got.html' title='another saturday night, and i aint got etc etc'/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-302664855248465834</id><published>2009-02-16T13:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T16:38:54.342-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://www.cracked.com/article_17039_9-real-life-mad-scientists.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a good way to start the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Say Before Going to Sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I would like to sing someone to sleep,&lt;br /&gt;have someone to sit by and be with.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to cradle you and softly sing,&lt;br /&gt;be your companion while you sleep or wake.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to be the only person&lt;br /&gt;in the house who knew: the night outside was cold.&lt;br /&gt;And would like to listen to you&lt;br /&gt;and outside to the world and to the woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clocks are striking, calling to each other,&lt;br /&gt;and one can see right to the edge of time.&lt;br /&gt;Outside the house a strange man is afoot&lt;br /&gt;and a strange dog barks, wakened from his sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Beyond that there is silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes rest upon your face wide-open;&lt;br /&gt;and they hold you gently, letting you go&lt;br /&gt;when something in the dark begins to move.&lt;br /&gt;(rainer maria rilke)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-302664855248465834?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/302664855248465834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=302664855248465834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/302664855248465834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/302664855248465834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-way-to-start-day.html' title=''/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-8106844195439309434</id><published>2009-02-14T16:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T16:36:15.945-05:00</updated><title type='text'>happy valentines</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZc3WBVglFI/AAAAAAAAAG0/puWHtnXKCj4/s1600-h/MeetYourNeighbors-021009.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZc3WBVglFI/AAAAAAAAAG0/puWHtnXKCj4/s400/MeetYourNeighbors-021009.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302767937707349074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder if maybe everyone is whistling along with my tune and i can feel that out here and away&lt;br /&gt;somehow there's more to it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"many people who appear physically in the actual world are not at home in it but are at home in that other world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The image i have of her hovers indefinitely somewhere between her actual and her ideal form.&lt;br /&gt;what pleasure is there in love if absolute abandon is not intrinsic &lt;br /&gt;to it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;die eine ist verliebt gar sehr&lt;br /&gt;die eine vare es gerne"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(from seducers diary, comic credit jeff kilpatrick)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-8106844195439309434?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/8106844195439309434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=8106844195439309434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/8106844195439309434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/8106844195439309434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines.html' title='happy valentines'/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZc3WBVglFI/AAAAAAAAAG0/puWHtnXKCj4/s72-c/MeetYourNeighbors-021009.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-5058885731738101790</id><published>2009-02-13T16:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T17:16:51.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vkXOwBIRX7Y&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vkXOwBIRX7Y&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HVuw1wEuaAQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HVuw1wEuaAQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zDHJ4ztnldQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zDHJ4ztnldQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i laughed, i cried, i made pukes. instant classic.&lt;br /&gt;my only rebuttal is this - i never, ever want to live in a world where everything makes perfect sense; i always want to live in a place where things can be better than any imagination, because God knows i dont want to believe this is all that there is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-5058885731738101790?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/5058885731738101790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=5058885731738101790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/5058885731738101790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/5058885731738101790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-laughed-i-cried-i-made-pukes.html' title=''/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-829762889495544466</id><published>2009-02-13T00:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T00:16:36.795-05:00</updated><title type='text'>reading!</title><content type='html'>"when we did see each other, we were so bashful, so modest, that we were much farther apart than when we did not see each other. Then when we were apart again and the unpleasantness of this mutual uneasiness was forgotten, our having seen each other acquired it's full significance; then in our dreams we began exactly where we had stopped. So it was at least with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every person who has a fixed idea is a virtuoso on one string."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-829762889495544466?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/829762889495544466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=829762889495544466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/829762889495544466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/829762889495544466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2009/02/reading.html' title='reading!'/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-7410359026951986397</id><published>2009-02-12T18:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T18:29:40.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>some music</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/978NbgrZuQ0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/978NbgrZuQ0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the reason it will be okay if i never become a singer/songwriter (i dont plan on being one), because kevin devine does it just fine for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.spin.com/articles/exclusive-song-hold-steady-cover-springsteen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hold steady doing atlantic city. a no brainer, and pretty good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://aolradio.podcast.aol.com/aolmusic/mp3s/Manchester_Orchestra_Ive_Got_Friends.mp3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new manchester song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.myspace.com/thirdeyeblind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new third eye blind ep out. sorry, i cant stop thinking they are the best. maybe they lost their edge, we'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-7410359026951986397?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/7410359026951986397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=7410359026951986397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/7410359026951986397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/7410359026951986397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2009/02/some-music.html' title='some music'/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-8512592775624909458</id><published>2009-02-11T23:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T00:01:40.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZOsZUZ6sRI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CMMwCoqSrHA/s1600-h/DSCF0390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZOsZUZ6sRI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CMMwCoqSrHA/s400/DSCF0390.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301770737319325970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZOsZTuWq6I/AAAAAAAAAGM/OinSFcJZ2d4/s1600-h/DSCF0382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZOsZTuWq6I/AAAAAAAAAGM/OinSFcJZ2d4/s400/DSCF0382.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301770737136610210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZOsZHzjdBI/AAAAAAAAAGE/bO5EVUPci34/s1600-h/DSCF0388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZOsZHzjdBI/AAAAAAAAAGE/bO5EVUPci34/s400/DSCF0388.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301770733937194002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres what i worked on once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was reading my ticket stubs from 10 years ago today and i remembered some things that i can no longer remember happened at all. like for instance, remember when i got caught for shoplifting?  hilarious. apparently i liked some pretty crazy things. kids, if you're out there, keep track of everything you do, because if you dont, you will not remember any of it. also, drinking only speeds up the process. BEWARE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;you can only teach what you know. you know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-8512592775624909458?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/8512592775624909458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=8512592775624909458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/8512592775624909458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/8512592775624909458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2009/02/heres-what-i-worked-on-once.html' title=''/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZOsZUZ6sRI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CMMwCoqSrHA/s72-c/DSCF0390.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-8636175059526748993</id><published>2009-02-09T23:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T00:01:14.974-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this is all for today</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R7yfISlGLNU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R7yfISlGLNU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e-bNunsWkIw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e-bNunsWkIw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill give you some paintings tomorrow, maybe. it is a busy day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-8636175059526748993?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/8636175059526748993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=8636175059526748993&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/8636175059526748993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/8636175059526748993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-is-all-for-today.html' title='this is all for today'/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-3547967890690314418</id><published>2009-02-08T02:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T02:39:46.687-05:00</updated><title type='text'>up, then down, but then up,</title><content type='html'>a good music to drive home at nite with is basia bulat.&lt;br /&gt;i feel saintly because i dj'ed a fundraiser for special needs children who then got enough money to go to france. we danced so much that my feet will shout out when i take these fancy shoes off. being able to come into a house at 2 am and have an olive stuffed with garlic and some leftover alfredo, and then have it be your house so you can sleep in a minute, this is wonderful. i did a very quiet, dimly lit dance regarding it. i dont want to wake trenton doyle hancock.&lt;br /&gt;if there was a recipe that could be repeated that would make me feel the way i do right now all of the time, that would be the bees nees. meaning it would be cool, not that the recipe would be called bees nees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..how do you spell bees nees?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-3547967890690314418?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/3547967890690314418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=3547967890690314418&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link 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rubber, because i think im going to have a seizure. this has no grounds in reality though.&lt;br /&gt;in a related note, my favorite part of today was when at the car show, me and my brother (who is 43) both started playing air guitar to metallica at the same time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-5955139010455095192?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/5955139010455095192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=5955139010455095192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/5955139010455095192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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the past are only there&lt;br /&gt;if we stop and turn around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went through a book i used to write in the other nite, found about 3 things that made me say 'huh.' the rest of it made me realize i am not very good at writing, that i am very melodramatic. big surprise, i know. i think there is alot of things that i like (musically especially) that are sugary sweet and mostly terrible, but i love them anyway. i have come to terms, i won't apologize. but i will keep it a secret how much i like fall out boy, and how the counting crows are my favorite band ever. &lt;br /&gt;i saw antony and the johnsons last nite. he was great. i also saw the movie 'the holy mountain' last nite, which was so insane we had to pause it and just laugh for a few minutes. I miss laughing like a little kid, im trying to make things more hilarious for everyone. I think it is my job to be upbeat and happy, and that i do a bad job. it's weird how some people totally get you and your brand of humor and how other people just look at you confused. it's weird how people do things. im going to write a letter to the paint chip company and see if they will be my patron, or at least send me free stuff. i have a new painting i need to post. its snowing, and i have not gone outside yet. someone called me a lucky dog today. i will roast some potatoes. on groundhogs day john runyan came out of a hole and saw his shadow, so the snowing is right on schedule. the news told me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-3654456619958192621?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/3654456619958192621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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sky and see stars and the moon, and not know what it was they were looking at. They could only wonder at light in the dark, draw shapes, find their way using mysteries. &lt;br /&gt;Lately I've had some bad dreams, where all the things i worry about are happening to me - Like a girl i like tells me i'm always being too serious, my house burns down, someone tells me i am the reason for them dying, i cut my hair, and, of course, sexual family terribleness. &lt;br /&gt;I wake up and feel old. Resolve to not drink anymore. This one tastes skunky anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I told my life story at a meeting the other day. If anything I remembered some things along the way. It's so unnerving to know that your specific life and feelings and day to day cant ever be shared with anyone else. No matter how closely I document myself, noone will ever be able to know what it was like to be me, and i will never know how it was like to be anyone else. I've been learning more and more to be comfortable in my own skin, and to be good at being alone, even if it's not the way i would choose to be. I was sad to think that if i dont remember my childhood, noone is going to be able to tell me what it was like, so many days i've put away, literally trying to forget things by destroying them, and hey, it worked. You can only feel the way you do when you do, and it will be convincing enough at the time to forego any foresight. At any rate, i dont count anything as a nightmare anymore. &lt;br /&gt;I've spent some time with some people who help me feel at ease, relax and forget about putting on shows or masks. I would stay there all day if i didn't think i would overstay my welcome. &lt;br /&gt;I play 'real love' by the beatles and 'last night i dreamt somebody loved me' by the smiths on the guitar everytime i pick it up. &lt;br /&gt;Just because i know what stars are, i dont want to stop being curious, making shapes, and being amazed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-411655488294015584?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/411655488294015584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=411655488294015584&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/411655488294015584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/411655488294015584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2009/01/thursday.html' title='thursday'/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-7349535568951141209</id><published>2009-01-27T00:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T01:22:33.289-05:00</updated><title type='text'>okay</title><content type='html'>so, when i think my thoughts are lucid at 6 am, they are mostly not. &lt;br /&gt;time though, if it is a flow, is not something that our mind can really grasp, because we only see moments, and things from the past are not there for us to see, only memories,which are arguably incredibly fallible (esp. if you fall and hit your head, or liquor up too often, both of which occur in this household on a saturday nite (but not to me)). But we do know that things did occur before us, and that things did happen to us before that are not happening now. ... here, let me just quote the book&lt;br /&gt;"units of time are only the artificial segments into which the analytic intellect slices what in reality is a continuous flow... the intellect is capable of comprehending static parts, it is incapable of grasping movement or duration.&lt;br /&gt;If it is true that one cannot step into the same river twice, it is also true that no person can think the same way twice, because after each experience he or she is a different person."&lt;br /&gt;This is kind of nice then, because sometimes i am pretty sure my life is on repeat, playing a cycle that lasts around 3 or 4 years. Maybe this is because I have not yet learned the thing i was supposed to learn the first time around, maybe it's just because that's the way my life is, and I better get used to it. I am trying to break the cycle, invite some new players besides the usual ones (they grow up like weeds!(i say that in a 'i still love them' kind of way)). &lt;br /&gt;We were talking in church about the things that we are able to give, the things we need to put out 'on front street' (this phrase caught on way too well, and was, slightly, retarded). I have been feeling like I do not do enough, and am trying to remedy the situation. I think the thing I am most wealthy in is free time, time, time, and more time. I dont have alot of other skills. These people talk circles around me. But i have alot of spare time to spend doing stuff for people. So i will use that better, because it is a gift. As for the front street stuff, thats not for a blog to handle, or for really most people to handle. We will see about accountability partners or counseling or whatever. &lt;br /&gt;It's a waste of time to think about decisions that were already made, whether they were right or not, because its done now. i am feeling okay. i dont want to choose to be a sad person, even if sadness chooses me (it hasn't, yet). you dont help, but i cant help this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K7-zmQ3XEc0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K7-zmQ3XEc0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-7349535568951141209?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/7349535568951141209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=7349535568951141209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/7349535568951141209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/7349535568951141209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2009/01/okay.html' title='okay'/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-3707141132998872054</id><published>2009-01-25T05:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T05:58:36.349-05:00</updated><title type='text'>time</title><content type='html'>here we are at the end. it's what.....5:30 in the morning, on a sunday, and i feel alive tonite, right now. I was reading about the flow of time and how any memory needs to be placed into the flow of everything that is happening simultaneously, how everything changes all the time, and how your mind can't even know about all the changes because we just break everything down into instant moments that we knew and saw in our own lives. I'm okay with that, as long as the memories i get to keep are there as long as i am able to have them. &lt;br /&gt;when you combine certain people with certain music, then you start to feel certain things. I've been trying to focus so hard on relating to everyone i know, to make peace in this world. I don't know where i am these days. In time, there was a flow, a wide eternal flow that i was placed in, and the people that i meet in those times and places, the people that i connected with were there, at the same time, and we shared something special. and that is amazing. I am grateful for those who were really there with me, though i know everyone else was there too, only some few people made a connection and it's not a fault of mine that these are my lifeline. how strange. what makes the people i know the people who i share my life with, those who i share secrets with, what makes me trust who i do? why cant i love anyone who i want? im not complaining, just wondering, and certainly not fighting against the things i feel ever so strongly these days, in all the wrong places. i trust myself, usually, even though it's madness.&lt;br /&gt;i ran a fog machine tonite. it's almost 6 now. i think i will not sleep, who cares? the sun comes up and it is just another day, where we will run around, be dead, be alive, be in love, make love, throw away things we cant keep anymore, save something we hope will remind us of something we used to love, and we hope we can love like that again. &lt;br /&gt;I am a huge fan of finding your own way. I could push you in the direction i think you should go, but i know it means nothing until you make it happen; we are all one person, one set of choices, who will we be decide to be, what is our favorite song, what kind of girl do we find the prettiest? I can't fight the things that made me who i am, only try to know it and to make it work, and feel good about it. This is not right or wrong. God is here, showing me around the way life could be. i dont know where the 'should be' comes in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-3707141132998872054?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/3707141132998872054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=3707141132998872054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/3707141132998872054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/3707141132998872054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2009/01/time.html' title='time'/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-6886726358308201942</id><published>2009-01-22T19:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T19:27:58.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>in my heart i wanted more</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PQm0QlfvWtk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PQm0QlfvWtk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a wild week. i saw a fire, painted in kensington high school, i sold 2 paintings to a man, went on a sobriety binge, saw a new man become president, celebrated megins birthday, applied to become a sperm donor (still filling out the second wave of application), got a raise as a dj, had way too many serious conversations (still wanting more). it's only thursday. this one will go down in the books.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-6886726358308201942?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/6886726358308201942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=6886726358308201942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/6886726358308201942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/6886726358308201942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-my-heart-i-wanted-more.html' title='in my heart i wanted more'/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-7810873491268185204</id><published>2009-01-14T13:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T13:50:42.982-05:00</updated><title type='text'>insanity (aka dave wastes a day on the internet)</title><content type='html'>http://www.yhchang.com/&lt;br /&gt;go to this site first, and watch these great videos, particularly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; then, watch this because its too much. stick it out until around 4 minutes in, the pay off is huge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G5-VYGZID9k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G5-VYGZID9k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kH-krlgo2e8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kH-krlgo2e8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sldoaXhnbI0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sldoaXhnbI0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XSE3m0VrYKM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XSE3m0VrYKM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-7810873491268185204?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-6306491093108435171</id><published>2009-01-04T22:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T22:31:59.777-05:00</updated><title type='text'>something new</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SWF-1yot11I/AAAAAAAAAF8/qWv_heVNFco/s1600-h/newham2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SWF-1yot11I/AAAAAAAAAF8/qWv_heVNFco/s400/newham2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287646900100388690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres a new painting. im still waiting for someone to offer me alot of money for it.&lt;br /&gt;i had alot of fun making this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-6306491093108435171?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/6306491093108435171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=6306491093108435171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/6306491093108435171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/6306491093108435171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2009/01/something-new.html' title='something new'/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SWF-1yot11I/AAAAAAAAAF8/qWv_heVNFco/s72-c/newham2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-1140992566937335122</id><published>2009-01-04T16:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T22:53:55.318-05:00</updated><title type='text'>for now</title><content type='html'>new pictures up later today, question mark. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fYCzDhaRV60&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fYCzDhaRV60&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t4h7mo2RRCo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t4h7mo2RRCo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.adultswim.com/video/index.html?section=Other&amp;collectionID=8a2505951d1a2751011d261779af007d&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-1140992566937335122?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/1140992566937335122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=1140992566937335122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/1140992566937335122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/1140992566937335122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2009/01/for-now.html' title='for now'/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-6101600180471225013</id><published>2008-12-31T15:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T15:51:58.935-05:00</updated><title type='text'>happy new years baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ePND5k1688U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ePND5k1688U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" 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href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-years-baby.html' title='happy new years baby'/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-9187101480209781329</id><published>2008-12-30T13:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T14:06:07.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Agenda</title><content type='html'>Dave's agenda ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. see 'Milk' last nite (it was great)&lt;br /&gt;2. have brian talk me down off a (metaphorical) bridge last nite (this was, to be fair, pretty great as well)&lt;br /&gt;3. make some coffee, put on clothes &lt;br /&gt;4. Buy new canvas' from Pearl, make something&lt;br /&gt;5. renew passport because it expires in Feb '09&lt;br /&gt;6. go to tattoo shop, figure out prices, set... an.... appointment...????&lt;br /&gt;7. go somewhere for new years eve, maybe in a car&lt;br /&gt;8. figure out if i have a job, and react accordingly&lt;br /&gt;9. plan a trip to somewhere&lt;br /&gt;10. don't go crazy&lt;br /&gt;11. if crazy, get help&lt;br /&gt;12. seduce women by playing guitar in foreign countries&lt;br /&gt;13. write about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lNId6M4SSNk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lNId6M4SSNk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-9187101480209781329?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/9187101480209781329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=9187101480209781329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/9187101480209781329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/9187101480209781329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2008/12/agenda.html' title='Agenda'/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-1065525931662147491</id><published>2008-12-28T17:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T17:30:40.051-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what would joni do</title><content type='html'>sometimes i write some stupid things at 4 am when ive been drinking. sorry about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have one week left in this year of 2008, and i think it's fair to say that most things have gone the way of the buffalo. But the sunset tonite was still amazing. Theres so many songs that talk about new years resolutions and how stuff is shit, i will probably listen to these songs. Things are strange. I thought i knew alot of things, but i didnt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But to the rest speak I, not the Lord: if any brother hath a wife that believeth not, and she be pleased to dwell with him, let him not put her away." (I COR. 7:12)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...and the unbelieving wife is sanctified by the husband; else were your children unclean; but now they are holy." (I COR. 7:14)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out, love is the most important thing. How do i constantly, constantly forget to love, knowing its the most important part of being who i am. Paul is clear that &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt; is saying what he says in those verses, not God, meaning it's just his opinion - which is strange because it's in the Bible, which is supposed to be all true. There is, however, alot of other implications for the man in this, if he is to follow through on this. There are no rules, at least that I have found, that tell you about going into a relationship, or any of that. Imagine, not being told what to do. Either way, this shit shook my mind. What a surprise, i may have done something impulsive. Well anyway, its almost time for church. Keep your eyes on Gaza and all that is happening. Dont get scared just yet.&lt;br /&gt;Joni will show you what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4HiSq61HUhI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4HiSq61HUhI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-1065525931662147491?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/1065525931662147491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=1065525931662147491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/1065525931662147491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/1065525931662147491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-would-joni-do.html' title='what would joni do'/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-5407173764103866162</id><published>2008-12-28T02:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T02:40:15.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>forget your problems, at least youre not in the gaza strip right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pray for peace, even though it will signal the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-5407173764103866162?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/5407173764103866162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=5407173764103866162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/5407173764103866162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/5407173764103866162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2008/12/forget-your-problems-at-least-youre-not.html' title=''/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-3834510789963474370</id><published>2008-12-25T16:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T16:34:08.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas</title><content type='html'>merry christmas to everyone. i love you all very much.&lt;br /&gt;this movie is my fondest of all childhood memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanpop.com/spots/christmas/videos/13835"&gt;http://www.fanpop.com/spots/christmas/videos/13835&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and this is just good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PQavDYRktkg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PQavDYRktkg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-3834510789963474370?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/3834510789963474370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=3834510789963474370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/3834510789963474370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/3834510789963474370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html' title='christmas'/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-5043910311070732271</id><published>2008-12-22T21:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T21:33:10.865-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a wicked game to play</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iygkpxzbVt8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iygkpxzbVt8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in;"&gt;            we cant toy with all of these hearts at once&lt;br /&gt;or, okay, well, maybe we can&lt;br /&gt;I never imagine that I will end up on the losing end&lt;br /&gt;And my clothes will at least be clean at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;And anyway you were wrong from the first&lt;br /&gt;When you called it a game&lt;br /&gt;It’s amazing, how all the things we say we could say at any time now&lt;br /&gt;And noone would think we were too young anymore&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been sleeping too long, wishing for some arms to wrap my own around&lt;br /&gt;Give me a reason to lie here a little longer&lt;br /&gt;Instead of regrets and bitter memory to bed down in&lt;br /&gt;Its right now that I realize - that none of this could possibly matter&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise we would all be a waste, and what a tragedy it would be for us all to be following after something we can never find&lt;br /&gt;There has to be something else besides our silly games&lt;br /&gt;A crown that even love needs to wear, something else we don’t understand&lt;br /&gt;It’s been so many weeks, and I wonder why you affect me the way you do&lt;br /&gt;Where you get your timing from, how you knew the day I would be open on the table&lt;br /&gt;Here on this bus, on the way through this winter&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, when I think of you&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I get so short of breath&lt;br /&gt;And I have to remember I cant be responsible for anyone, no more&lt;br /&gt;And how I’ve grown to hate the thought of our bodies&lt;br /&gt;Your body&lt;br /&gt;And im sorry, I don’t have the gift, I cant make you cry on cue, but I can promise you&lt;br /&gt;I felt it just as much as anyone ever has&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, always a few pints gone, asking after every pretty face I thought&lt;br /&gt;might one day have a chance with, whispering, wondering is this what I was born for&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been thinking about what it would really feel like to jump in the shoes&lt;br /&gt;Of all the life-darkened faces I see&lt;br /&gt;And what you all think my eyes have seen in this short time, because&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t care anymore about all of that bullshit tragedy&lt;br /&gt;What we’ve all got to say is not enough to make it right, all I’ve got are these arrows on my sleeves, some guidelines, my fabulous unproven point&lt;br /&gt;once every 3 years. All I can offer is my body, maybe a few words that may or may not make you feel anything for me, depending on the day&lt;br /&gt;I cant promise you that we will bask in some glory of the grand finale&lt;br /&gt;of time falling down, because now I know it won’t be so beautiful without you&lt;br /&gt;knowing you’re still down in the out, and that maybe I could have done something different, I could have certainly been a better man&lt;br /&gt;That together we’d greet the end knowing we were right, now&lt;br /&gt;We just sink into something else, wondering where the truth lied between us&lt;br /&gt;And how heartbroken one of us will be to say I told you so&lt;br /&gt;I guess I’ll just try to rise above&lt;br /&gt;And figure out what that means hopefully after I’ve done it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-5043910311070732271?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/5043910311070732271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=5043910311070732271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/5043910311070732271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/5043910311070732271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-wicked-game-to-play.html' title='What a wicked game to play'/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-8812023192465487813</id><published>2008-12-18T02:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T02:12:05.689-05:00</updated><title type='text'>youre welcome</title><content type='html'>http://filmdrunk.uproxx.com/?p=7538&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-8812023192465487813?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/8812023192465487813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=8812023192465487813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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title='damn'/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-4207000243315108113</id><published>2008-12-16T02:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T02:23:17.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>science. look it up</title><content type='html'>http://www.cracked.com/article_16871_6-insane-discoveries-that-science-cant-explain.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-4207000243315108113?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-3275513449655380392</id><published>2008-12-12T17:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:11:38.565-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the new dream team</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SULhhzZv49I/AAAAAAAAAF0/FHH5nrODesw/s1600-h/redpaintchip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279029684081779666" style="WIDTH: 396px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SULhhzZv49I/AAAAAAAAAF0/FHH5nrODesw/s400/redpaintchip.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-7387843884555030977</id><published>2008-12-12T14:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:11:20.917-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the moon and i</title><content type='html'>the full moon tonight (friday december 12th) will be the closest the moon has been to the earth in 15 years. go look at it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-7387843884555030977?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/7387843884555030977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=7387843884555030977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/science/nature/7774287.stm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i post this story because i know it will upset adam, or at least make him be annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;black holes = not real. question mark? How can you say if the very thing you're trying to prove cant actually be seen? quantum gravity is something i cant even think about, because i dont know how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to talk about the nature of infinity because i am not qualified, but infinity by nature has to contain everything (but you just said....) . God is infinite, but able to bend the rules? He is, after all, God. Because God by nature cannot have any sin.&lt;br /&gt;.....Dave by nature is so interested in things he cannot understand because they are impossible for him to figure out.&lt;br /&gt;i cant find my philosophy book&lt;br /&gt;one more thing - when you are faced with something that you consider to be beautiful, be it a painting, or the ocean, or whatever strikes your fancy, what is the thing it reminds you of? If you spend enough time looking at something you find beautiful, does it always remind you of the same thing, the same person, is there a common thread in things in the world that are beautiful? Does it stand alone, or are you always reminded of something else that is in your mind or perceptions of beautiful (God, angels, vampires, the devil, you know whatever strikes your fancy). It's fair to say that some things are beautiful only to you. maybe. i dont really know what im getting at. i had first started to think about this when i was looking at the ocean every nite on the cruise ship i attended this past summer, and how it is the best thing for me to look at, thinking about the straight horizon line and (cough) infinity, the above and below both going on forever, light and dark, water and fire, love and hate, the moon existing in the sky and in the surface of the water. and yes, i'm talking about my paintings now too. anyway&lt;br /&gt;i found my philosophy book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_hole&lt;br /&gt;http://www.gotquestions.org/infinite-God.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-1546533859800118374?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/1546533859800118374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=1546533859800118374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/1546533859800118374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/1546533859800118374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2008/12/break-from-feelings.html' title='a break from feelings'/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-1395017761266554243</id><published>2008-12-10T02:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:14:50.822-05:00</updated><title type='text'>master fader</title><content type='html'>http://www.phillyturkey.com/InTheCity/#2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interesting things are happening in greece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is still here, and He's still doing good stuff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-1395017761266554243?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/1395017761266554243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=1395017761266554243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/1395017761266554243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/1395017761266554243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2008/12/master-fader.html' title='master fader'/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-99002703357993715</id><published>2008-12-09T01:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:32:31.615-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and i wont lie - the new fall out boy leaked today, and i am in teenage heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh yeah - God is still here, and He's still doing good stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-99002703357993715?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/99002703357993715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=99002703357993715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/99002703357993715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/99002703357993715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-i-wont-lie-new-fall-out-boy-leaked.html' title=''/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-8679710633153565552</id><published>2008-12-09T00:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:00:23.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>and then, i got better</title><content type='html'>here is what today was like&lt;br /&gt;tonite, i walked home from kung fu necktie with a hockey stick i found on the side of the alleyway. i thought it was menacing as could be. plus, i had just got done listening to nachmystium, so you can imagine how pumped i was. right?&lt;br /&gt;the hummus i am eating right now smells like cat food. i think it is safe to say that it has gone bad. and yet, it tastes the same as when it had gone good. i bought saltines because they were cheaper than triscuits.&lt;br /&gt;this morning i went to friendly's to meet with a bride who wanted to meet me to see if i would be okay to dj her wedding next month. she had a lazy eye. but that was okay by me. stephen asked if we had smile cones together, and the answer was no, we did not. truthfully, i have never heard of a smile cone before, and am skeptical as to whether it's real or not.&lt;br /&gt;after this i went and visited my dog for a minute (it was on the way). I picked up some cassette tapes that my brother had owned from a small compartment that smelled like memories underneath the water bed. Then i went to the grocery store.&lt;br /&gt;At the beer man store near my house they are giving away cups. This is fantastic for the obvious reasons.&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking walking home, in the dark alley, with my hockey stick, how many people lived on just this one small street in this one small part of this city, and how impossible it is to care about even all of them, let alone all of the other people. do you need to focus on what you can, what you know, does alot of that consist of looking at yourself? that's okay, maybe. maybe that's all you are able to do. i hope i can move out from myself and onto other people. if you tarry until youre ready, you'll never come at all. you know?&lt;br /&gt;i love to look at the sky at nite. and okay, during the day, too.  i saw a huge shooting star the other nite (before i was in the hot tub), and it reminded me of alot of things, and was full of joy.&lt;br /&gt;ive been thinking alot about rome, and all of the things that happened there. i think that maybe i am starting to figure myself out.&lt;br /&gt;ive been reading a survey of the new testament&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow i will make brownies.&lt;br /&gt;just seeing your hands from two chairs across is enough to distract me for a full hour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-8679710633153565552?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/8679710633153565552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=8679710633153565552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/8679710633153565552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/8679710633153565552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-then-i-got-better.html' title='and then, i got better'/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-5013146803416088476</id><published>2008-12-06T02:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T02:43:17.397-05:00</updated><title type='text'>in the hoons crib</title><content type='html'>boy i feel bad recently. it's okay, i know why.&lt;br /&gt;tonight i will stay at my parents house, it is 2:20 am, and i am there. I thought about getting in the hot tub, and maybe i will do that, after this. There was a holiday party tonight for a company going out of business, and as such they went out with a bang. There was even karaoke, if you can imagine. And a boss dancing his single dance move precariously close to the overly-friendly-now-that-she's-drunk woman, the same one who i'm pretty sure was silently weeping when she thought she couldn't have one of the inflatable penguins which wears a hat. That grammar is questionable. I can't believe it's christmas time already, and that people actually expect me to play christmas songs. When did the months go by?&lt;br /&gt;It's been a tough couple of days, lots of loneliness among large amounts of people, lots of lost sleep that is then regained during the day when I should be awake. Lots of headaches. I've never been able to break through to the other side of this yet. I don't really know what I should try to think about, it seems like everything leads me to the same point of me being upset. I was thinking today how lonely my brother must be. He only hangs out with my parents, does some odd jobs for people he does not know, then has to go home at 8 every night and be there, by himself, with nothing but a little tv and his thoughts in a room that is as big as my old bedroom i'm inside right now. This troubled me. It's as they say that if you want to find something to be sad about it you need only to open your eyes. Maybe it's a point of view thing. Regardless, i don't know what my role is in all of this (a common theme with me). I suppose the alternatives are worse.&lt;br /&gt;I think i have a hard time believing that i will or should get something good out of life. For the most part, I haven't tried all that hard to achieve it. The things I think are great to pursue are usually not. It's a good thing you don't have to deserve good stuff in order to get it. I'm also tired of being a sad sack. This is difficult when at the same time I martyr myself left and right and seem to actually seek it out. I've been thinking about California, and maybe getting a bartenders license, and a motorcycle, and to actually start saving up money for that tattoo I want. I don't want to bring unneeded or hasty change just because I want it, I think i've done that quite enough, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm going to end every post i do for awhile with "God is still here, and He's still doing good stuff". maybe then i'll start to think it's true more than every 3 to 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;Still looking for that roommate....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-5013146803416088476?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/5013146803416088476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=5013146803416088476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/5013146803416088476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/5013146803416088476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-hoons-crib.html' title='in the hoons crib'/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-2080674488423092120</id><published>2008-12-03T00:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T00:34:53.604-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is official. stephen is moving out on january 1st. anyway who is reading this or knows somebody that would be a good fit for our house here in the north of philadelphia, with me and megin, and the recently engaged brian (who will move out in a few more months), please let me know asap so i can rigourously screen and interview you. i actually won't do any of those things. for more than a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;i had some good conversations tonite. does it make me feel cool when people advocate therapy to me? well yeah, but no. i like the idea of a non biased, non objective listener, but dont i already have one of those in my own mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woops.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-2080674488423092120?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/2080674488423092120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=2080674488423092120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/2080674488423092120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/2080674488423092120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2008/12/so.html' title=''/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-2211345651437275288</id><published>2008-12-01T02:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T02:21:21.862-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i believe in the sun, though it is late to rise&lt;br /&gt;i believe in love, though i do not feel it&lt;br /&gt;i believe in God, though i cannot see him&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-2211345651437275288?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/2211345651437275288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=2211345651437275288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/2211345651437275288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/2211345651437275288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-believe-in-sun-though-it-is-late-to.html' title=''/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-957347421417681100</id><published>2008-11-30T13:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T14:22:20.281-05:00</updated><title type='text'>happy christmas month starting tomorrow</title><content type='html'>i had a dream today where i was hearing this song, and my dad said to me 'see, sometimes songs are quick to take away the heartbreak.' But i'm not sure if he was right, because it made me cry.&lt;br /&gt;....it was a vanessa carlton song, 'more than this'. Get off my case about it.&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone had a good thanksgiving and vacation weekend. Mine was nice. I think i'm going to resolve to not drink for awhile. my head needs the break. So here it is, december already.&lt;br /&gt; there might be some openings in my house soon, if you would like to move in with me. There will, of course, be an interviewing process.&lt;br /&gt;i wish my mom would stop calling me to remind me i forgot to go there today and set up the Christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;you knew i had one, so here it is, the obligatory break up poem i made last week. enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;i dont know, im none too sure&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe its all the same, maybe i've made some choice at some point&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish there was a way, to know for sure, inside&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in some place, there is always someone who doesnt&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the time, i am convinced&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all ask why we live here, if love is the way we always thought it would be&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when can i have an answer that suits me, or at least settles me &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;down and out of a complacent shrug&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for when things don't quite work the way i had thought they might&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but work is still what things somehow end up doing&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know i'll learn to live with new memories&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its just that work seems to be the key verb here&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                          &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;dear God please help us, i think i've heard your voice again&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its my blame that you needed to filter it so many times until i knew it was you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we spent so many years, trying to convince me that the words were just from the other me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how i can't trust him, when things are turning out this way&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but tonight, there was no mistake&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my eyes were convincing me that it really was the end&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had hoped that getting far from you would bring me close to Him&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now, today, i just don't know where i am&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and God's far, and you're still farther, and im sitting still&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to find her, to get rid of you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm trying to imagine you with him, to get rid of me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but mostly i'm trying to not imagine anything at all&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;i know we'll be fine&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think we'll be fine&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you will let me know that you are doing fine&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-957347421417681100?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/957347421417681100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=957347421417681100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/957347421417681100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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yesterday. they will be up when i have a camera again. my old one (the one in my phone) is gone, because that phone is broken. it is the quietest right now. noone else is around. i might love it, or i might not. i have a huge headache. there were terrorists in india who killed alot of people, i am reading. and there might be a new military coup in thailand (thanks to the PAD thai, which is only a little bit hilarious). and some people are fighting a war right now.&lt;br /&gt;so. happy thanksgiving, i hope we can really know how blessed we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3l94S1yDJEE&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed 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get so sleepy when im up in my room, closest to the heater and its many illustrious fumes. I was promised a CO detector for Christmas. Hopefully that won't be too late....&lt;br /&gt;just joking, but seriously.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know when i work next. maybe i got fired. i did not do my homework.&lt;br /&gt;i've been reading about things, and thinking about active love and acceptance of others. its hard to forgive people, especially myself as the main person who i need to get over. Changing my entire mindset will take work i am assuming. im trying to get back to somewhere, a place i cant even remember, except i think it was real. maybe it's entirely new. either way i have to stay excited about it actively, or i crawl right back into this mope tree and go under the blankets. i got friends, to help me pull through. well, most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best songs these days - kanye west - love lockdown, manchester orchestra - i can feel a hot one, sia - breathe me, the kinks - strangers, manchester orchestra - badges and badges, decemberists- raincoat song&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-2188045635653031780?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/2188045635653031780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=2188045635653031780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/2188045635653031780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/2188045635653031780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2008/11/not-much-really.html' title='not much really'/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-1787531750724073086</id><published>2008-11-17T15:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T15:41:55.401-05:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday</title><content type='html'>happy 31st to The mr daniel james montgomery, love peace and rest&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-1787531750724073086?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/1787531750724073086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=1787531750724073086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/1787531750724073086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/1787531750724073086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday.html' title='happy birthday'/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-7595382509083934647</id><published>2008-11-12T23:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:07:26.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>feeling guilty for wanting to live a happy life, when the world is so fucked that maybe being sad with it is the least i could do? what a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;so, what do we do? try to change it all? try to change where we live? go somewhere else and try to change that? or do i try to change myself? I feel humble before it all. because i dont understand it all, i dont understand it at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-7595382509083934647?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/7595382509083934647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=7595382509083934647&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/7595382509083934647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/7595382509083934647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2008/11/feeling-guilty-for-wanting-to-live.html' title=''/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-5830113902251446530</id><published>2008-11-11T00:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T00:22:53.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>new paint</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SRkVMk5F2VI/AAAAAAAAAE0/sYXbiWevUW8/s1600-h/DSC00304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SRkVMk5F2VI/AAAAAAAAAE0/sYXbiWevUW8/s400/DSC00304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267264544992254290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SRkVMvBPutI/AAAAAAAAAEs/_C8IMtU0nXE/s1600-h/DSC00297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 397px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SRkVMvBPutI/AAAAAAAAAEs/_C8IMtU0nXE/s400/DSC00297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267264547710810834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these posted in reverse order, but i'm not going to change it. the second picture is the first state and the first picture is the (semi) finished product. not too complicated. i'm thinking maybe one more crisp racing stripe near the top, maybe not. give me a few more looks.&lt;br /&gt;i was so close to going into the basketball game across the street tonight, not to play (i am astronomically bad at basketball) but to watch and have interest, but there were some scary looking people at the entrance when i made a lap. turns out im a racist too. baby steps, at least i was out in the park at night, and having a very nice time. a sligthly hazy, smoky, very nice time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-5830113902251446530?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/5830113902251446530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=5830113902251446530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/5830113902251446530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/5830113902251446530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-paint.html' title='new paint'/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SRkVMk5F2VI/AAAAAAAAAE0/sYXbiWevUW8/s72-c/DSC00304.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-4567805589580281214</id><published>2008-11-10T02:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T03:22:32.942-05:00</updated><title type='text'>reading into the nite</title><content type='html'>a beautiful sunday, but it felt cold by the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to admit, it turns out, i enjoy grey's anatomy. my apologies. for that among so many other things. i wrote alot of things today, after hours of whiskey and church and medical and funeral home-related drama, but it's nothing that should be repeated, at least not to everyone. I am trying so hard to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen to 'right away, great captain'.  God is the captain. do you get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be sad when my dog dies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel no different for trying&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“the gods put us down with a certain arbitrary glee in the wrong place – and what we seek is who we really ought to be, like Parcheesi which I don’t remember how to play.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;all i could think in church today (though im not supposed to call it church) is that so many times we do the right thing,we make the right choice, without any acknowledgment of why we do it, and it becomes so useless to do things "for God" because that wasn't our original intention, just a happy afterthought. I'm hoping that it turns out to really not be about me at all, because if that was the case, all i did was make a mess of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-4567805589580281214?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/4567805589580281214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=4567805589580281214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/4567805589580281214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/4567805589580281214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2008/11/reading-into-nite.html' title='reading into the nite'/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-1675831726908946382</id><published>2008-11-09T02:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T02:44:19.347-05:00</updated><title type='text'>some things</title><content type='html'>the first thing my assistant said to me today was ' you look like a french gentleman'.&lt;br /&gt;not even 'hello'.&lt;br /&gt;i said 'you better take care not to offend me so often'. He assured me he meant well by it. I am no longer exactly certain of the purpose of this blog, and i guess i never was, whether it's for artwork or ideas or being jaunty, or a lopsided combination of the 3. It's been some heavy days lately, and alot of water has fallen. I am trying very hard to not get depressed. i have reached season 5 of six feet under.&lt;br /&gt;the best part was when the man said 'you people hang on to your pain like it means something, like it's worth something; well, let me tell you, it ain't worth shit.' why do we hang on to pain like it's going to help us out sometime later, or make us feel cool, or get us some sympathy from someone who otherwise would find you uninteresting? hmph. i guess sometimes we just do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at work on a large square canvas, with paint chips and ocean water in the works. i started reading either/or again, as well as some weird  book my mom gave me called 'the shack'. When i go to work, all i am thinking is that i should quit the next day, then after the job is over, all i am thinking is 'maybe it's okay if i keep it'. I am thinking this is a personality flaw. My dad is unhappy with Obama. I'm listening to the wall-e soundtrack, which is surprisingly making me fairly unhappy, not because it's not great, mind you. Something is wrong outside right now; a car horn keeps beeping and its 2:30am. someone else is yelling to 'shut the f up'. I sometimes think i've slept so much that I could stay up for days without getting tired. It's never turned out to be true. I have been trying hard to wake up early (ie 9-10 am) so that I can enjoy a full day. It's hard when you can hear the rain on the rooftop above. the other day dante said about our age group of people that 'we all see where we want to be and what we want to do over there; But, we're over here, and we have no idea how to get to there.' Me personally? i think id like to go on a trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what it is, but the fact that everyone is so excited about obama being the president and that they're all so sure that he is going to change the world and now they're proud of their country  and new puppies and yada yada really makes me feel like like 'uh-oh, what's really going to happen, with all of these hopes getting up, surely he is going to usher in the apocalypse.' i hope things get better, thats why i voted, but this feeling is worth mentioning, question mark? either way, alot of people's color is showing these days, which is great. silly racists.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-1675831726908946382?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/1675831726908946382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=1675831726908946382&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/1675831726908946382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/1675831726908946382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2008/11/some-things.html' title='some things'/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-2333319784663375644</id><published>2008-11-05T16:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T16:44:44.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>growth involves change&lt;br /&gt;and change involves pain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-2333319784663375644?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/2333319784663375644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=2333319784663375644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/2333319784663375644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/2333319784663375644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2008/11/growth-involves-change-and-change.html' title=''/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-1025900698617827615</id><published>2008-10-21T01:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T01:59:05.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SHOWWW</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SP1vkeVcn7I/AAAAAAAAAEM/5uPW-YBVdfs/s1600-h/DSC00244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SP1vkeVcn7I/AAAAAAAAAEM/5uPW-YBVdfs/s400/DSC00244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259482612247601074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SP1vk6_y3KI/AAAAAAAAAEU/x9Rd7qARExA/s1600-h/DSC00245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SP1vk6_y3KI/AAAAAAAAAEU/x9Rd7qARExA/s400/DSC00245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259482619941412002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SP1vlTs1TCI/AAAAAAAAAEc/saJ72FEFPgw/s1600-h/DSC00249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SP1vlTs1TCI/AAAAAAAAAEc/saJ72FEFPgw/s400/DSC00249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259482626572766242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SP1vlwLqRFI/AAAAAAAAAEk/w5xvXeRdvcc/s1600-h/spooky+scary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SP1vlwLqRFI/AAAAAAAAAEk/w5xvXeRdvcc/s400/spooky+scary.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259482634218259538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-1025900698617827615?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/1025900698617827615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=1025900698617827615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/1025900698617827615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/1025900698617827615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2008/10/showww.html' title='SHOWWW'/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SP1vkeVcn7I/AAAAAAAAAEM/5uPW-YBVdfs/s72-c/DSC00244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-4756205268866841423</id><published>2008-10-17T14:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T15:20:42.751-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sign of the times</title><content type='html'>so, after talking with brian today about fema and their disposable coffins and their containment camps and martial law....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0P-hvPJPTi4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wYp85QMJd1Q&amp;amp;feature=related  (in case you havent seen this BS yet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end of the world is exciting, i guess. Im not going to promote or demote anything about conspiracy theories because they are, by and large, retarded (i guess that was a demotion). I do want to think about my role in the mess though. I dont think it's the end of the world. Maybe the end of America. But what kind of attitude is appropriate if that is the case? People don't understand if i tell them i have no hope in my country and instead have hope in my God. Now that doesn't mean being apathetic towards what happens in the US and not hoping for a revolution along with most other people i know, but if it doesn't happen, despite our best efforts (which honestly, are pretty meager), will I really care? If the country did 'go under', life would get substantially harder. But i don't know what that would even look like, except that it would suck, for everyone, simultaneously. It's dumb to say "well it's going to happen anyway, so i won't try to make it right." I want life to improve for the millions of people living here for which life is getting more difficult, not to mention the rest of the world. But at the same time, I really think that it will happen at some point, maybe not in my lifetime, maybe so. For thousands of years, people have been saying "the end is near; tomorrow, probably, is when it's coming." It kind of seems like an easy answer to say "I trust God, not my country, or my government, or even myself." That can be a ticket to not really do too much, or maybe just to accept what is going on. Lately i've been on the news like a bee on the honey, and the more you do that, the more you get pretty sure that we are totally f'ed. The dichotomy of a Christian's viewpoint- hoping in a happy afterlife, expecting the end to come at any time, but also living in it and trying to ease the suffering- is a funny thing.&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to understand how terrible it must be to have someone die that you love and to know, in your heart, that you will never see them again. Or whether I can even believe it, whether I really think I will see my brother, my aunt, again; in some magical place. On one front that seems like a pretty huge denial of grief, but i've lived through it, and i can honestly say 'hey, it's totally fine.' There are others who may never get over something similar, or (probably) way worse. Am I the crazy one, less in touch with reality, and is that a bad place to be? And what can I do to help other people with that? Not much, it turns out. God is good, you've gotta believe me. Okay, my job is done. I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, to end on a lighter note, watch this - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eOFRIWx5F9c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-4756205268866841423?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/4756205268866841423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=4756205268866841423&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/4756205268866841423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/4756205268866841423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2008/10/sign-of-times.html' title='sign of the times'/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-7710408224025792519</id><published>2008-10-12T23:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T23:38:10.719-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sick day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SPLCNvlIn0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/iba013cJOus/s1600-h/DSC00215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SPLCNvlIn0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/iba013cJOus/s400/DSC00215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256477256461098818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reworked this painting until it was better. the phillies lost today. i have been deathly ill for the last 3 days, which were coincidentally the 3 days i worked this week. i have a post to write, about revolution and the afterlife, but i want to sleep tonight instead&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-7710408224025792519?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/7710408224025792519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=7710408224025792519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/7710408224025792519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/7710408224025792519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2008/10/sick-day.html' title='sick day'/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SPLCNvlIn0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/iba013cJOus/s72-c/DSC00215.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-7983862301634708407</id><published>2008-10-06T19:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T19:55:53.267-04:00</updated><title type='text'>october</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SOqlKTrr7wI/AAAAAAAAAD8/j493IlXTB7Q/s1600-h/DSC00206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SOqlKTrr7wI/AAAAAAAAAD8/j493IlXTB7Q/s400/DSC00206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254193511781887746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SOqlDAWdqlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1YQEUCifOyU/s1600-h/DSC00205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SOqlDAWdqlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1YQEUCifOyU/s400/DSC00205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254193386333514322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously. this is all i have to show for a months worth of blog negligence. i did clean my room, too. i like the weather.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-7983862301634708407?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/7983862301634708407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=7983862301634708407&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/7983862301634708407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/7983862301634708407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2008/10/october.html' title='october'/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SOqlKTrr7wI/AAAAAAAAAD8/j493IlXTB7Q/s72-c/DSC00206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-4227916239125469062</id><published>2008-09-10T18:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T18:58:49.231-04:00</updated><title type='text'>far behind</title><content type='html'>so apparently i am on a month by month basis on posting. damn what happened. oh, i remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is unconstitutionally beautiful out tonight. The clouds are the kind that used to be making storms but are now trying to fly away and separate and be their own man, breaking up into pieces, turning yellow and white. I counted 25 people visible to my naked eye at one given moment from the fire escape just now. And i dont mean the people who were in the cars, though i counted two who were in a stationary car. These were just people walking around on the street at 20 till 7 on a wednesday night. I thought it was alot, but i might be wrong. but probably not. im so happy octoberfest is out and that i could afford it at least once this season. for that matter, this season - does it get better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's whats been going on, if you dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got my nose pierced last week. a stud for now, because i dont want to lose my job just quite yet, at least not for this, as it pays (most) of my bills. Dante and Stephen also chose to modify their nose space at the same time, dante a ring, stephen a diamond. This is suitable. We made the piercing lady laugh heartily, which was scary, as she was holding something sharp near my eyes and face areas while she did this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of dante, we have started a band which includes colin. We have practice all the time, but only one song which is consistently 3 quarters of the way done. I make sounds and vocals, and have a hard time taking it seriously. It is fun though. That is for sure. Making music that is good is hard work, who knew? i am blowing off band practice tomorrow to go to the beach. who's the rock star around here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my lady friend returned from her journeys afar, and things have been pretty great. it turns out that honesty about everything is important, not just some things. i dont want to talk about relationships on a blog, so i will leave it at this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw wall-e last night, at last. it was pretty great. i started watching true blood, and am not sure if i like it. especially while i am still in the 3rd season of six feet under and having that kick my ass so hard.  also, dexter versus jimmy smits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent been working hard, really. i need to read some more, make some new art, market my old art to the gallery world. my pace is slower than you can probably imagine. but i have been busy nonetheless. i need to maybe find a new job for during the week, let loose the dj job. i figured i could live like this perpetually. it might not be so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i continue to be afraid of russia and china. mostly russia. this is self explanatory. i was supposed to be studying free will versus determinism. i havent forgotten, but i have been sidetracked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-4227916239125469062?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/4227916239125469062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=4227916239125469062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/4227916239125469062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/4227916239125469062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2008/09/far-behind.html' title='far behind'/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-240363044428217520</id><published>2008-08-20T10:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T10:32:16.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>painting season</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SKwqqZsKmlI/AAAAAAAAADc/DLxFz2QhBqU/s1600-h/DSC00168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SKwqqZsKmlI/AAAAAAAAADc/DLxFz2QhBqU/s400/DSC00168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236607374664047186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someday i'll have photo editing software againa so the pictures i take dont look really poor, but until that day....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-240363044428217520?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/240363044428217520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=240363044428217520&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/240363044428217520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/240363044428217520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2008/08/painting-season.html' title='painting season'/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SKwqqZsKmlI/AAAAAAAAADc/DLxFz2QhBqU/s72-c/DSC00168.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-3357625677716030500</id><published>2008-08-15T14:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T14:12:45.777-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a mess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SKXG8HZ0d0I/AAAAAAAAADU/_ym7sF4TveY/s1600-h/DSC00159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SKXG8HZ0d0I/AAAAAAAAADU/_ym7sF4TveY/s400/DSC00159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234808877969864514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres that painting, as it appears right now in the hall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-3357625677716030500?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/3357625677716030500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=3357625677716030500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/3357625677716030500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/3357625677716030500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2008/08/mess.html' title='a mess'/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SKXG8HZ0d0I/AAAAAAAAADU/_ym7sF4TveY/s72-c/DSC00159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-740590908691441858</id><published>2008-08-14T21:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T22:03:36.044-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what a lazy guy</title><content type='html'>I bought a new book! It's called Either/Or by Soren Kierkegaard. I know what you're thinking, and you're right. I'll talk about that in a minute, Here's some notes from the last 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have these nights, moments really, where i can, for just this second, be sure of how i feel. Where there are no questions, no second thoughts, this love is pure and eternal and overflowing out of somewhere in me. On such a night i am always inclined to write it down, to document that "tonight, i was in love - let it be known. If i die tonight, you will all know who to tell that i was thinking of them, that I did, actually, love them." This is my best attempt at a static emotion. One moment. Single nights of assurance amongst a sea of doubt. Always when I'm alone, always with music, always with this fear of an unfulfilled legacy that needs to be appreciated by the rest of the world. This is always supplemented with all of the different ways I could die immediately afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a hard time knowing what to ask people when i meet them for the first time anymore, which is more or less frequent. What could I find out about you that I really want to know and would care about? What should I know, and what will you be able to construct a conversation out of? I have no idea. This is my only chance after all. I frequently say nothing in an attempt to get to know who you are better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont ever let someone (esp. yourself) make you think you don't deserve the things you want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most discussions always end in a grey area, an either/or - you should be somewhere in the middle... are we so void of passions, is there anything proven we can take a stand on? Abortion? Well, yes, for some, but no for others. Creation? Well, maybe, but probably with some evolution mixed in with it. Is the world a great big compromise? We don't have any answers. Does it take courage or maybe foolishness&lt;br /&gt;Is there time to consider everything all at once or any one thing for long enough to really understand it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, yes, this book. I made a painting of a brain connected to a dick that is fucking it from behind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"pleasure dissappoints; possibility does not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a knowledge of the truth, I perhaps have come; to salvation, surely not. What shall I do? Be active in the world, people say. Should I then communicate my sorrow to the world, make one more contribution to prove how pitiable and wretched everything is, perhaps discover a new, hitherto undetected stain in human life? I could then reap the rare reward of becoming famous, just like the man who discovered the spots on Jupiter. I still prefer to remain silent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recollection is more richly satisfying than all actuality, and it has a security that no actuality possesses."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The either part of this very large volume is the esthetic, as told by a "Mr. A", who by my accounts thus far is a cynical bastard but also smart as hell. This is attractive for obvious reasons, and makes alot of sense most of the time. I wish i could post all of the quotes i highlighted so far, but i am five pints deep and really cant do it. sorry i have been away for so long, i am dissappointed with my mind as well. I bought a book by kierkegaard today, two blank canvases, and a case of beer.... i have every intention to fix this slump in the way i best know how. lots of elliott smith too. cheers folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-740590908691441858?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/740590908691441858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=740590908691441858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/740590908691441858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/740590908691441858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-lazy-guy.html' title='what a lazy guy'/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-6677933074113867590</id><published>2008-07-28T15:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T15:37:23.331-04:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks for making me write it down</title><content type='html'>here are things i wrote down while on my cruise (in chronological order)"pity and shame are the two extremes of pride" - there were alot of people on the boat who were very rich, and who didnt like .... well anything. At lunch one day i sat with these people who had a house in manhattan, and london, and florida, and they were talking shit on these fat people who had been gorging themselves, and the one person was like i feel so bad for them and the other was like they were so gross and i thought "you both are assholes, just in different ways." ive been working with being humble recently, and of course along with that the ability to love people for who they are, as equals. The pastor man with the tattoos said yesterday 'if your head is close enough to the ground, youll never know (or care, i might add) when people are disrespecting you." and i thought that was excellent. close to the ground meaning the level playing field, 'in it', as it were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"love is either being blind to the facts or having faith in nothing ever going wrong. This is not to say that there is always something wrong, but that's just because that's nothing we like to say." I came up with what i think is a good solution, at least one that made me feel good, which comes at the end.this is chronological, after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"....but this isn't true either. Some art speaks without ever speaking of anything at all. Some words are only available when they are being used, when they are being heard in your ears, seen in your eyes - there is no need for you to say 'this is how it is' because it does not matter how it is, only that it IS, and you know it, and I know it. and we know it. and it is."thinking about storytelling in art, making a statement, beauty, believing in this shit.  next to these in my sketchbook is a picture of a man in full terrorist garb (scarf over heaf, AK on his shoulder) sitting in a strip club, watching a naked lady. I think i am going to paint this next. because it will be fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i think to mysel 'but what do i know?' and the answer is that I do not know much at all"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, from my moleskin, which is almost full, on the final day at sea, when the sun was setting over top of the water and i was being the exact feeling i always want to be (i am in love with the ocean, i came to terms with it  - and hiroshi sugimoto, by extension, because of the eternity of the ocean, and the horizon line, cutting straight across, and all the colors and the deepness, and the blue of infinity.... anyway thats a tattoo for another day)"These answers come to me, and i don't remember taking time to think about reaching this conclusion - just knew there was a question that needed a solution (maybe this is some kind of proof that without my input there is something above me working and revealing) - Love is the knowledge, or rather the assurance, that no matter what others have had of yourself or her, that we know, beyond measure, that they never can have as much of that other person that we have had and have found. in each other. and that is enough, to pale out all insecurities, to quell all fears."we need to reveal it all, invest the whole mind and body, to find what we are looking for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-6677933074113867590?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/6677933074113867590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=6677933074113867590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/6677933074113867590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/6677933074113867590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2008/07/thanks-for-making-me-write-it-down.html' title='thanks for making me write it down'/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-3963032117539017158</id><published>2008-07-16T00:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T00:38:28.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>somebody pulling on my sleeve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SH136VM9BFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/WMv7femZjCE/s1600-h/DSC00035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223462986827236434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SH136VM9BFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/WMv7femZjCE/s400/DSC00035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A short story - On sunday afternoon, I went to church one time. A place called Liberti. It was great and I learned alot of important things. I came home and thought "maybe I should go to that other church where all my roommates go." It started at 7. It was 5. I thought another thought "Maybe I'll play zelda instead." So i did. And I played. I defeated the great deku tree, and was just about to learn the plot of the game, when the screen went crazy (see above). I said aloud "huh........well, what time is it?" I look at my phone. It's 7 pm. I say "Alllright already God, I'll go to that damn church!" Who ever heard of this happening? a 64 game? I think alot is happening betwixt me and God, and I am excited but also nervous, because there are some things I don't want to lose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Notes from church - It doesn't take much effort to condemn yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There isn't anyone else I need to be accountable to for doing anything wrong besides God, because noone else is any authority, noone else can be a perfect judge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we have no other reason to love those around us except because they are there, and we are here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;in dreams begin responsibilities&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SH16bdtf4ZI/AAAAAAAAAC8/9-czsVXNrYk/s1600-h/DSC00041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223465755070161298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SH16bdtf4ZI/AAAAAAAAAC8/9-czsVXNrYk/s400/DSC00041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so then I painted today. I couldnt think of anything, and the mirror was right there. I borrowed dante's idea of painting the colors as I saw them. It was fun. and i did more to this:&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SH16voQ_LmI/AAAAAAAAADE/SK1J_rpMJ3U/s1600-h/DSC00040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223466101500751458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SH16voQ_LmI/AAAAAAAAADE/SK1J_rpMJ3U/s400/DSC00040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (images taken with camera phone, and as such, are way shitty)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-3963032117539017158?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/3963032117539017158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=3963032117539017158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/3963032117539017158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/3963032117539017158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2008/07/somebody-pulling-on-my-sleeve.html' title='somebody pulling on my sleeve'/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SH136VM9BFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/WMv7femZjCE/s72-c/DSC00035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-4397547734391080774</id><published>2008-07-14T13:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T13:14:57.929-04:00</updated><title type='text'>oh and one more thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SHuJcFkB3PI/AAAAAAAAACs/LZ0Uc5NwX50/s1600-h/_44831351_cartoon_ap226b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222919308488858866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SHuJcFkB3PI/AAAAAAAAACs/LZ0Uc5NwX50/s400/_44831351_cartoon_ap226b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my dad would love this, and will, when i show it to him later today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-4397547734391080774?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/4397547734391080774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=4397547734391080774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/4397547734391080774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/4397547734391080774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-and-one-more-thing.html' title='oh and one more thing'/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SHuJcFkB3PI/AAAAAAAAACs/LZ0Uc5NwX50/s72-c/_44831351_cartoon_ap226b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-63321709116436378</id><published>2008-07-14T12:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T13:00:29.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>it's only your life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;(taken from 'Socrates to Sartre', Samuel Enoch Stumpf)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;".... James argues that certain kinds of truths become possible only when we put ourselves in the position for the truth fully to materialize itself. If we fail to make ourselves 'available', we risk losing the truth. Suppose a young man wants to know whether a certain young lady loves him. Let us also suppose that objectively it is a fact that she loves him but he does not know it. If he assumes that she does not, if, that is, he does not will to believe that she loves him, his doubt will prevent him from saying or doing what would cause her to reveal her love. In this case, he would 'lose the truth'. His will to believe would not necessarily create the love: that is already there. Belief has the effect of making what is already there come full circle. If the young man required evidence before he could know the truth, he would never know it, because the evidence he is looking for can become available only after he willed to believe it is true. In this case, the will to believe would have discovered a fact that already existed. (William) James did not want to argue that the will to believe would 'create' the existence of God as the product of a mere wish. He rather thought that the truth of religion and the power of God in human experience is the discovery, through the will to believe, of what is in fact (already) "there". Some truths forever escape us until we plunge into the stream of experience."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, Pragmatism. William James to be exact. I tried to explain this to Dante last night at 3 am. We agreed that it was a better example if the girl was dead instead of alive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SHuFOENkIrI/AAAAAAAAACg/KAaHoKF6V1Q/s1600-h/DSC00018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222914669561520818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SHuFOENkIrI/AAAAAAAAACg/KAaHoKF6V1Q/s320/DSC00018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a painting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bands that have made july promising - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;right away, great captain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;made out of babies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;coldplay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ray lamontagne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and also the movie 'the assassination of jesse james by yada yada yada' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-63321709116436378?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/63321709116436378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=63321709116436378&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/63321709116436378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/63321709116436378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-only-your-life.html' title='it&apos;s only your life'/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SHuFOENkIrI/AAAAAAAAACg/KAaHoKF6V1Q/s72-c/DSC00018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-7231320912963058874</id><published>2008-07-10T14:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T14:17:30.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what i learned last night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1imThTYBhZ8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1imThTYBhZ8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WpT3TqsNqBY&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WpT3TqsNqBY&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8_e7yyloq2o"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8_e7yyloq2o&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that last one = the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to a lesser extent, here's this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t-3qncy5Qfk"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t-3qncy5Qfk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you haven't seen it, its new to you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-7231320912963058874?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/7231320912963058874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=7231320912963058874&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/7231320912963058874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/7231320912963058874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-i-learned-last-night.html' title='what i learned last night'/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-29809247392232205</id><published>2008-07-09T19:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T20:19:34.724-04:00</updated><title type='text'>let's start a war</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SHVNwAwXfUI/AAAAAAAAACY/5T1H4KIiFHY/s1600-h/DSC00004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221164830237883714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SHVNwAwXfUI/AAAAAAAAACY/5T1H4KIiFHY/s320/DSC00004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh.............. hey. My internet just started to work yesterday. Comcast. &lt;em&gt;I have been away, accidentally put on the italics. I haven't done alot of reading of the philosophy lately, which I find disappointing. I've tried to study some spanish language skills, and keep up with the drawing a picture every day. I made this painting in the past week or two. I am working on a new one of a similar style. I dont know how I feel about it. I'm trying to do what comes naturally, maybe. I like to have fun when I make something. My brain has been short circuiting lately and my creative days have suffered. I am trying very hard to stay happy, knowing that I am in control of it. I attended a discussion about prayer last nite (mostly because it took place in my house) that was interesting for several reasons. We were talking about the balance of worship and prayer 'the way you want it' and the way God said He wants it. I think it's easy to say oh I am praying all the time and to keep God in your mind in everything you do - something i generally advocate, and wish was true of most of the things I do. If you did everything for God, everything would be ........ good? maybe. maybe not so much. It seems to me that at the same time, while that is good, God also asked us to be in contact with Him, to spend time with Him. Does that mean you need to sit down and pray in a quiet room for an hour a day? maybe it does. What if you have serious a.d.d.? im not saying i do, but what if you did? anyway. The point i made at the end was that if you look for God in anything hard enough, you're going to find Him, because He's there. What does that mean exactly? There's some good in everything, because it's made by God? Just because you're good, doesn't mean everything you make is good. And sometimes if the thing you make can do whatever it wants, it will do something less than good, like be an SS doctor on the run in argentina (who i was reading about today). God is strange. And also fun. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;So that leads me to the next thing - forgiveness. get real. What does it mean to actually forgive someone, to actually love someone else as yourself? There are alot of bad people i know of, but i never felt like there was any need for me to forgive them, because they didn't affect me, besides to maybe make me 'pissed off at the world dave'. They were never directly connected to me, so i didn't need to care what they did (not really anyway), and never really thought about what it would take to forgive them of the terrible things they do, to love a person who shoots another dude for an i-pod. But that has changed. I seem to be learning lately what I am capable of, how bad people can be, how bad i could be, and that forgiving someone for something unspeakable is difficult to do. Just because I know I could kill someone, doesn't seem to help me relate to someone who actually does, maybe I am just not realizing it on a deep enough level. It hurts to rationalize that you're the worst person in the world, if wrong is wrong and it all deserves the same death. But that's the story of sin nature. Does that help you to love other people - we're all fuck-ups, trying to make it work? I think it does, but in a weird way. I feel like I only know it on the surface and it doesn't get inside, and now I am trying to let it. Bad stuff going on close to home has that effect. I was really struggling until someone i love said to me 'who are you to judge? noone.' and this isn't because i have a history of crime but just because it's true. Everybody is great and really terrible. Doesn't that lead right into the idea that we need something extra-personal to really fix us and take away that thing in us that could make us do all of the worst things in history? That we need to get rid of that ability in us to ever really not be able to do those bad things again? oh hey. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-29809247392232205?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/29809247392232205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=29809247392232205&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/29809247392232205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/29809247392232205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2008/07/lets-start-war.html' title='let&apos;s start a war'/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SHVNwAwXfUI/AAAAAAAAACY/5T1H4KIiFHY/s72-c/DSC00004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-6546249003394721706</id><published>2008-06-26T11:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T12:01:52.751-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my internet hasnt been working well, so i havent been working here</title><content type='html'>Here is something interesting to read. As far as i know there has been peace between Palestine and Israel since that 'tentative' treaty earlier this month. Methinks that maybe the way Palestine feels about the temple mount is gonna cause a problem. maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, June 09, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="2310431412080816085"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temple Mount '100% Islamic'&lt;br /&gt;Jerusalem and the Temple Mount belong to the Muslims and any Israeli action that "offends" the Mount will be answered by 1.5 billion Muslims, declared the chief of staff for Palestinian Authority President Mahmoud Abbas. "Jerusalem is Muslim. The blessed Al Aqsa mosque and Harem Al Sharif (Temple Mount) is 100 percent Muslim. The Israelis are playing with fire when they threaten Al Aqsa with digging that is taking place," said Abbas' chief of staff Rafiq Al Husseini. Husseini was referring to Israeli plans to construct a new bridge from the Western Wall area to the Temple Mount. The old bridge was damaged two years ago. When Israeli workers tried to repair it, Palestinian leaders claimed the work was threatening the Al Aqsa Mosque, even though the mosque is located hundreds of feet away, the work did not tunnel under any Mount foundation or touch any structure connected to the mosque, and the repair work – which had been pre-approved by Jordan and the Mount's Muslim custodians – was conducted under the scrutiny of an accessible 24/7 webcam. "Any hurting of Jerusalem will explode the whole negotiations between us and the Israelis ... we must work to strengthen Palestinian ties to Jerusalem," al-Husseini said. Mainstream Palestinian leaders claim the Temple Mount is Muslim in spite of overwhelming archaeological evidence documenting the first and second Jewish temples. "Israel started since 1967 making archeological digs to show Jewish signs to prove the relationship between Judaism and the city and they found nothing. There is no Jewish connection to Israel before the Jews invaded in the 1880s," said Tamimi. "About these so-called two Temples, they never existed, certainly not at the [Temple Mount]," Tamimi said during a sit-down interview in his eastern Jerusalem office. The Palestinian cleric denied the validity of dozens of digs verified by experts worldwide revealing Jewish artifacts from the First and Second Temples throughout Jerusalem, including on the Temple Mount itself; excavations revealing Jewish homes and a synagogue in a site in Jerusalem called the City of David; or even the recent discovery of a Second Temple Jewish city in the vicinity of Jerusalem. Tamimi said descriptions of the Jewish Temples in the Hebrew Tanach, in the Talmud and in Byzantine and Roman writings from the Temple periods were forged, and that the Torah was falsified to claim biblical patriarchs and matriarchs were Jewish when indeed they were prophets for Islam. "All this is not real. We don't believe in all your versions. Your Torah was falsified. The text as given to the Muslim prophet Moses never mentions Jerusalem. Maybe Jerusalem was mentioned in the rest of the Torah, which was falsified by the Jews," said Tamimi. He said Abraham, Isaac, Jacob, Moses and Jesus were "prophets for the Israelites sent by Allah as to usher in Islam."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-6546249003394721706?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/6546249003394721706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=6546249003394721706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/6546249003394721706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/6546249003394721706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-internet-hasnt-been-working-well-so.html' title='my internet hasnt been working well, so i havent been working here'/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-7966222663743168167</id><published>2008-06-17T22:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T23:34:30.091-04:00</updated><title type='text'>me and kierkegaard, down by the school yard</title><content type='html'>So. I am at my parents house tonight. It is 10:30. They have gone to bed. I spent some time looking at old notebooks from art history, mainly for the pictures i drew that cover the margins and, sometimes, the notes. anyway.&lt;br /&gt;     Kierkegaard. Pretty cool. He kind of started existentialism, thinking about "stuff" in terms of each individual. This is a big shift from the concept of everything boiling down to universals, or forms. What's more important than the personal choices that one makes, conscious participation in life and the living of it? He says what's the point of all these general problems when in the end it's just you, needing to make a decision, regardless of what you know?&lt;br /&gt;"The most poignant moments in life are personal, where one becomes aware of oneself as a subject." Not what do we have in common, but what makes me unique. It feels good to think like that, and that's probably why I like it.&lt;br /&gt;"Truth is made."&lt;br /&gt;"What is 'out there' is 'an objective uncertainty' - 'the highest truth attainable for an individual is simply an objective uncertainty held fast in the most passionate personal experience'"&lt;br /&gt;     Basically, the "truth" is something you can't prove, just something that you think (or believe) is right. Feeeelings, nothing more than feeelingsss...&lt;br /&gt;     Next is Kierkegaard explaining how we live, moving from our essential being to the existential condition. A person starts to get a move on when they sense that they are not what they ought to be, which, as we know, causes anxiety (a little bit). The individual tries to 'do something' to alleviate this, but, kierky says, the only thing worth doing is to try and relate oneself to God. The anxiety is caused by the awareness of our alienation from our essential self in God, and the drive to be returned to that. To get back to this, there are 3 stages, each coming about by a personal commitment. Yep, actualization of one's self by making choices.&lt;br /&gt;     The first stage is the aesthetic self, living by impulse and emotion, whose chief motivation is pleasure. In this a person still exists in that they choose to live as an aesthetic person, and in addition they are made aware that there is more - "that life consists, or ought to consist, of more than emotive and sense experiences."This awareness of these two possibilities is what triggers the movement into the next stage, that life is not fully actualized at this level and I need &lt;em&gt;to choose&lt;/em&gt;  to do something more than just do whatever I want all day. I am thinking it might take a very long time to realize that.&lt;br /&gt;     This brings on the Ethical Stage - accepting that there are, in fact, some things you shouldn't do, based on a moral understanding. It's a self imposed limitation, and brings with it the feeling that the bad things you do are caused either by ignorance or a lack of will (mostly a lack of will, from my experience). But what happens now is the individual who tries to do good finds out that they are incapable of doing it, that in fact they deliberately don't do the right thing (on occasion). What's this all about? If you cant do what you know youre supposed to do, you can either a) keep trying or b) respond to your new awareness that you are insufficient at living by yourself. You cant just think it, you have to do it - make a commitment (choice) - hey God who i'm estranged from, i'd like to not be, so much.&lt;br /&gt;     The final step he called the religious stage. The trouble here is that it is subjective - as individuals our relationship with God is unique, and "there is no way, prior to the actual relationship, to get any knowledge about it." There is no rational or conceptual or objective knowledge about one's relationship to God. An act of faith is the only assurance. That we must find our self-fulfillment in God comes about from our trying and failing to find it elsewhere. "The existence of God is suggested to us in our awareness of our self-alienation", that we aren't exactly who we think we should be. We can and do exist at all levels, and only through living at each do we realize that we aren't quite there yet. Kierk-a says that relating to God is the way.&lt;br /&gt;     So, we haven't proven anything. What goes on inside me is what goes on inside me, nowhere else, and it's the same for you. I just know there is someone who's going to say "wait, cant there be universals and personal uniqueness, together?" Sometimes I flip ahead in my 'Socrates to Sartre' book, which is why i'm at kierkegaard now, instead of aristotle. The self is important, because it's all i know. It's not that I learned something new from this, just that it was said in ways that made more sense than i had heard before. But how can you trust yourself if you are very much aware that you are inadequate at living a perfect life? What is the perfect life for the individual - to be completely actualized? to be happy? knowing that you did what you were supposed to do? The most important thing that's happened to me so far as that now when i say "that's something i should think about." i dont just say it, but i actually do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-7966222663743168167?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/7966222663743168167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=7966222663743168167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/7966222663743168167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/7966222663743168167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2008/06/me-and-kierkegaard-down-by-school-yard.html' title='me and kierkegaard, down by the school yard'/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-6344718063221501183</id><published>2008-06-12T15:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T15:48:22.951-04:00</updated><title type='text'>answers to questions in comments, because the comment back was becoming very long</title><content type='html'>whoo. here's some things, which may serve as answers. thanks for thinking with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think there are always regrets, no matter who you are, and to be able to look back on your life and the consequences you brought on, or even see the possibilities of doing something different? wild child. how can a life that is such a small spot on your existence of forever (if you believe that sort of thing) mean so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "I am the way, the truth, and the life, no man comes to the Father except through me." i forgot to mention this ever popular Jesus quote in my posting, but will do so soon.&lt;br /&gt;     The way I understand it, prior to Jesus' appearance, people who worshipped God (and by this i mean only the people of God, The Israelites - yes i know, what about everyone else who existed during these, i dont know, thousands upon thousands of years) ... people who worshipped God were required to sacrifice a 'clean' animal in proportion to the sins they had committed in order to cover for them. Jesus came forward as the ultimate clean sacrifice because He had led a perfect life (no sin by way of being the son of God) and as such no more sacrifices were needed, just acceptance of that final sacrifice. This is what people mean when they say accepting 'Jesus as their Savior' - accepting that his perfect sacrifice is the end all and covers their ass for the rest of all of their sinning, which was inherent in them from birth (dont get me started on the idea of sin nature, or wait, do.)&lt;br /&gt;Jesus did seem to say that it was His way or the highway in regards to believeing in anyone but Him. If you really think he was/is God, this seems like a justifiable thing, because hey, He can do what He wants, He made us. The sticky thing is that God also says He loves everyone that He has ever made, though He hates the sin they commit, the one thing He said - "hey guys, please dont do that." , and yet we did it anyway. I would be pissed as well.&lt;br /&gt;It's God's nature to not be able to 'allow' sin in His presence, and anyone who has it, cannot be with God, and instead is forever separated (hell). "The sacrifice that covers your ass" takes away all of the sin and allows you to be in that presence (heaven).&lt;br /&gt;Blind faith is difficult (extremely), if we are honest with ourselves. I think it's absolutely true that many people use Christianity as a fire escape from feeling lost in the world, esp. in the west. I would hesitate to say any of these people are not genuinely changed and /or 'saved'. But there is alot more to think about, and I think God wants us to question Him, wants us to try and figure out what it is He is up to, because in doing this we understand better the world and become closer with Him, the whole point of becoming a Christian in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus was met with mixed reviews when he showed up. Jewish people were currently under Roman rule and were hoping for a warrior messiah to show up and kick them out. But what the prophets in the old testament meant when they said that a messiah was coming that would change everything, they didnt mean anything military, but someone who would change people and the way they live, which come on, is way more important. So naturally alot of people were like 'This Jesus cat is just some poor guy who's telling us we should love each other, come on.' and Him claiming to be God was kind of a problem if you didn't think He was, so they went ahead and killed Him. This was the sacrifice. Something innocent in exchange for someone like me. It was necessary for Him to die if we were to ever be completely free of ourselves, and it was necessary for Him to come back to life to prove that He was who He said He was and to show that things were changed.&lt;br /&gt;.....So that's why Jesus was important, according to how my beliefs work. I was raised on this stuff since I was little, but when I hit college I saw that there was indeed alot of other things going on in the world . I started to back down off my high horse and realize that I wasn't quite so sure of what I thought I was while I had attended a conservative Christian high school, church and home. I think it's so important to know the world, and be a part of it, and to understand and empathize with everyone (isn't that what 'love everyone as yourself' really means?) These questions I have have been boiling in me for quite awhile and I have been struck with how very very important this information is recently (read last few posts). Pursuing God can never be a bad thing, I am thinking.&lt;br /&gt;This probably did a bad job of answering the questions, or maybe it did a good job when I was wasn't looking. In the meantime, i'll keep reading about zoroastrianism (joke) and again thanks for keeping up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-6344718063221501183?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/6344718063221501183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=6344718063221501183&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/6344718063221501183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/6344718063221501183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2008/06/answers-to-questions-in-comments.html' title='answers to questions in comments, because the comment back was becoming very long'/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-1717542067678543647</id><published>2008-06-11T11:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T12:06:07.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>universalism</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    "&lt;em&gt;While the human mind and inclination occur in an innumerable variety, four broadtypes of men may be recognised for practical purposes : the man of action, the man of emotion, the mystic or man of spirit, and the philosopher or man of intellect. Religion must offer a path for each type to follow, suited to the nature of each type. Ancient religion in India offered four such paths, known as Karma Yoga, Bhakti Yoga, Raja Yoga and Jnana Yoga. These paths transform the selfish to the selfless and lead to Yoga or Union or Realisation of the ultimate Truth.&lt;br /&gt;    "It is imperative that all these Yogas should be carried out in practice. Mere theories about them will not do any good. ... Religion is realisation, not talk, nor doctrine, nor theories, however beautiful they may be. It is being and becoming, not hearing or acknowledging; it is the whole soul becoming changed into what it believes. That is religion"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-- Swami Vivekananda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The idea here is that there is such an enormous variety of people in the world, that it became imperative to have a variety of religions as well. So it is logical, then, that no one religion could "satisfy" every single person that has ever existed. Well, noone said God was logical. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wku.edu/~jan.garrett/urrd.htm"&gt;http://www.wku.edu/~jan.garrett/urrd.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is an interesting article to read, though with some flawed thinking. Here's what i learned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exclusivism - my faith is the only true faith. All other's are totally and completely wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;preparationism - all other faiths are good in some ways in that they are getting those people ready for the ultimate faith, which is mine. There are bits and pieces of good stuff but they do&lt;br /&gt;not have the full understanding yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....what happens now is that you say "wait, if my faith is the ultimate one, and if that exists in the world, then what's the point in all these other 'preparatory' religions still hanging around?&lt;br /&gt;It still leads you to the need to change other people and starts to lean right back into exclusivism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;relativism - seeking to find inhereent value or goodness in every religion, including your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I particularly liked this part:&lt;br /&gt;"The Christian religion is in every moment a purely historical phenomenon." Thus "it is subject to all the limitations to which any individual historical phenomenon is exposed, just like the other great religions." For Troeltsch all religions were products of particular historical events "which gave them their unique substance and form"; therefore none could claim absolute legitimacy. Later he wrote,&lt;br /&gt;Christianity could not be the religion of such ...mighty spiritual power and truth...if it were not, in some degree, a manifestation of the Divine life itself. The evidence we have for this remains the same . . . it is the evidence of a profound inner experience. This experience is undoubtedly the criterion of its validity, but . . . only of its validity for us. . . . It is final and unconditional for us because we have nothing else . . .According to Troeltsch, it is also possible that&lt;br /&gt;other . . . groups . . . may experience their contact with the Divine Life in a quite different way, and may themselves also possess a religion which has grown up with them, and from which they cannot sever themselves so long as they remain what they are . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religion is at it's core a very personal journey. No two people can feel the same way about a God or about what it means to love. Wait, is this true? This has alot to do with philosophy, and the idea of universal forms (thanks plato from last night). Is there a universal idea of truth, or God?&lt;br /&gt;...It goes on to talk about how religions have borrowed from each other all through history and how cultures are no longer exclusive to themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sycretistic universalism - here's where things, i thought, got kind of hairy. The thinking here is that every religion can be melted down into particular ideas that are universal to all religions, that at the root they are all the same. As a result, we should be all smiles and rainbows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....but we're not. Most of the critiques about universalism were good (i need to check some of the facts on the religionsthat I shamefully know very little about). I think the danger here is putting to much stock in yourself, and what you can understand. God is not something you should put in a box, because he does not fit inside of there. We are not the smartest of people and our own experiences are flawed through perception. It is not us but God who causes any change, who shows any glimpse of truth in a world of unsurety. But hey! How can we know for sure? Are we hooked on a feeling, that tingling in the back of your head when you think you're doing something extra-religious? I guess we'll just have to believe.... yeah im not satisfied either.&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to give up control. I want to be able to understand the concept of infinity, and time, and being outside of time. Where is the line where you have to stop and say "i cant go beyond this." and give the wheel to your higher power? im glad that the heatwave is done because i can actually think now. anyway. more later on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-1717542067678543647?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/1717542067678543647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=1717542067678543647&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/1717542067678543647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/1717542067678543647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2008/06/universalism.html' title='universalism'/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-600143206962057478</id><published>2008-06-09T16:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T17:36:51.437-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there such a thing as nothing?</title><content type='html'>some notes on the conversation i had yesterday and today (though today was with myself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Everybody dies. It's a fact that noone would try to deny you. We all know it. No single person can escape their own death (unless you count elijah, and i susupect not many of you will). If you really think about it, consider it........ it's fucking scary as hell. I am going to die. I dont know when, or how, but i am absolutely certain, it's gonna happen. Now does this make me complacent about other people who die (like, everybody does it, big deal if you do it now or not)? Of course not, which brings me to the next point.&lt;br /&gt;     I am a Christian. I know, if you know me, you're like, yeah, we know, but who cares, youre not a crazy one. Well maybe that's my bad, but that's not what i'm getting at. In accordance with my beliefs, anyone who is not a christian will die, and will go to hell. forever. FOREVER. If any of my 'beliefs' were true at all, wouldn't i be running out on the street right now, grabbing people and slapping them and saying "holy shit dude, you've gotta believe this????" That might not be the best tactic anyway, but it makes me know how strong my faith is, and it always makes me want to be doing more. And that's good. My "tactic" has always been to live a good, happy life as the best evidence that my life is indeed changed by the grace of God. I realize that lately (read: last few years) I have not always been the best display of that. But ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;To try to wrap your head around forever, whether it be heaven or hell, or just falling out of existence for all of the rest of time - to put it eloquently - What The Fuck?? I could be kept up all night every night trying to understand eternity, no matter where it is. Maybe I should for awhile. But how do we say "it's okay, i'll worry about it later." all of the time?? I know i'm going to die, and i dont know what will happen after that, at all. This should be my first and last thought every day of my life, as well as all of the ones in between. Seriously, what the fuck?&lt;br /&gt;     In addition - how can I tell someone I love " You know those people who you loved that are dead now, those great people who changed your life forever - that word again -  those people are in hell forever, and ever." Life breaks my heart, so I sit and deny it, dont believe it, and it's convenient to live this way. It's convenient to be unsure of your beliefs because then you dont have to act on them at all. On top of it, how can I tell a devout Buddhist, or Muslim, or anyone -  "you're condemned to eternal hellfire unless you believe in Jesus the way I do." ? This has been my problem for awhile now, and it's why i haven't moved in any direction, except for a few inches down into the ground.&lt;br /&gt;Now, i know, we're all bad people. Everyone is not inherently good, in fact they are the opposite, and everyone, including me, deserves a hell if there is one. But that's so loaded too that I really need to think about it for a year or two. Maybe that's my problem - that I dont feel like some people deserve it. Or most people. And I know that if my God exists that He loves all these people way more than I love them, and I'm ready to let them all in to heaven right now. I know i'm not God, and I don't understand, but I want to so very much. And I know, I'm not really responsible for anyone else in the whole of history except for myself (another wild thing to consider) and i cannot know anyone else's heart, but that kind of feels like selfishness on the other end of the spectrum. I can really only look into myself to know how shitty or not shitty the human person is, and while I am not Dahmer, I can tell you that in my life, I have made a few poor choices that I would consider to be "one hundred percent wrong".&lt;br /&gt;     So what does it mean? I say all the time "I keep my religion because it works for me; I understand if it doesn't work for you." I cant say if what you believe is right or wrong, or maybe I should have the balls (or is it something else?) to say that every time. Is it about tact, or cowardice? And is anything going to change?&lt;br /&gt;     This is hard, but i'm going to try and address it - see what others have to say about it, if anyone has written anything about it, come up with some kind of pathway to a solution. I say pathway because in the end, there is no right answer. That's another thing I need to remember. I can't prove a damn thing. I cant know for sure, ever in time, if I was right or I was wrong. That's what we mean when we say "faith". I dont want a God that says "Just trust Me." and I know that I dont have one, everyone has logic and a ton of questions that we keep on asking. We're made for a reason and we all work singularly and as a group just so. I want this to be as real as possible.&lt;br /&gt;     Early philosophy said that there can be no nothing, because the idea of nothing is something. Then some other people said wait a minute, what?? That's as far as I've gotten in my studying of philosophy, i'll let you know what happens next. In the meantime - if you read this, and you have something to teach me, please do so. I want to start a big dialogue. I'll try not to do it for selfish reasons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-600143206962057478?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/600143206962057478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=600143206962057478&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/600143206962057478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/600143206962057478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2008/06/is-there-such-thing-as-nothing.html' title='Is there such a thing as nothing?'/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-2736760931369265051</id><published>2008-06-07T00:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T00:25:40.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/middle_east/7440472.stm"&gt;http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/middle_east/7440472.stm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf. Israel is crazy, but at least they would probably win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-2736760931369265051?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/2736760931369265051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=2736760931369265051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/2736760931369265051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/2736760931369265051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2008/06/httpnews.html' title=''/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-4433660073811429343</id><published>2008-05-29T14:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T14:56:21.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the new world</title><content type='html'>The internet now comes to me from across the room, through the air, into this little gray card that's hanging over near my screens that keep the living room out. That's very exciting if you think about it. Did you know i live in a room in the air, where you climb a ladder or rope or some combination of the two just to get inside? my hands can prove that part about the rope. My mattress is on the floor, where it will stay, because it is more comfortable that way. And there is no room for standing as it is. I am becoming happy in kensington, because there are peacocks living nearby, and block parties, and a dog who howls sometimes to wake me up in the morning. I wake up in the morning, if you can imagine. I should be getting a second job sometime, and maybe i will. There are alot of people getting married this weekend, and i will see 6 of them. I woke up this morning to a viola at the foot of my ladder, a cup of coffee at the top of it. I cut my hair to appear more sexually viable to the opposite sex. I dont think it will work, or if i will care when it doesnt. I have been indifferent to it since i started feeling things again. anyway. Love is an adventure. I have a painting to do today, or at least to begin, so i can prove it when people ask me what i do and i say 'during the week, im an artist.' im certainly doing something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-4433660073811429343?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/4433660073811429343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=4433660073811429343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/4433660073811429343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/4433660073811429343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-world.html' title='the new world'/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-6461222543651720990</id><published>2008-05-15T18:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T18:49:57.487-04:00</updated><title type='text'>#5</title><content type='html'>November 17th, 1977 - May 15th, 2003&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-6461222543651720990?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/6461222543651720990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=6461222543651720990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/6461222543651720990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/6461222543651720990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2008/05/5.html' title='#5'/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-224603010016726423</id><published>2008-05-08T14:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T15:16:35.641-04:00</updated><title type='text'>trying to be not lazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SCNOOjXIDuI/AAAAAAAAACI/34DQFkiJs64/s1600-h/CIMG2477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198084406833057506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SCNOOjXIDuI/AAAAAAAAACI/34DQFkiJs64/s320/CIMG2477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SCNNtTXIDtI/AAAAAAAAACA/ZfW2CGV4MDU/s1600-h/CIMG2478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198083835602407122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SCNNtTXIDtI/AAAAAAAAACA/ZfW2CGV4MDU/s320/CIMG2478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;here is the new sh*t. done all in one night, like a whirlwind. it's strange how the next very obvious step to take sometimes alludes you for a long time and when it comes, you're like "oh, right...... paint chips under the paint........ huh." so im still in the old house, amongst the bare skeleton of order that it once was, ordering pizzas, watching the history channel, putting things in boxes. And i can read wherever i want, which means in bed. It's been May for awhile and things, as expected, are all in limbo. It's the most wonderful time of the year. we'll all be glad when we get our tax relief check and it's all over. Speaking of which, how about this recession fear-mongering? im not sure how nervous to be, between whats real and whats sensational, but its not like i have any stocks........... so...... china is scary. everything turns gray. and then you cant tell the difference. and also, take a minute to be sad for the 10's of thousands of people who just died in that cyclone, and make some art about all these issues, because i sure as hell dont know how to. you can only do what you can do. right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SCNRVTXIDvI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_Dsr1Uvu0Zg/s1600-h/CIMG2449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198087821332057842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SCNRVTXIDvI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_Dsr1Uvu0Zg/s320/CIMG2449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oh, and heres what happened to this. i like it so much now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-224603010016726423?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/224603010016726423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=224603010016726423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/224603010016726423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/224603010016726423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2008/05/trying-to-be-not-lazy.html' title='trying to be not lazy'/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SCNOOjXIDuI/AAAAAAAAACI/34DQFkiJs64/s72-c/CIMG2477.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-549939240999089928</id><published>2008-05-01T01:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T01:49:56.222-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Look it up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://scienceblogs.com/cognitivedaily/2008/04/changing_belief_in_free_will_c.php"&gt;http://scienceblogs.com/cognitivedaily/2008/04/changing_belief_in_free_will_c.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;....the best part about this is there is a guy named david montgomery who left a comment, and that he was pretty clever about what he said. Us guys... are awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-549939240999089928?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/549939240999089928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=549939240999089928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/549939240999089928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/549939240999089928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2008/05/look-it-up.html' title='Look it up'/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-7836055472909861222</id><published>2008-04-30T14:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T14:27:54.328-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark Secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SBi5VoaP5DI/AAAAAAAAAB4/xOzAb-5nh5g/s1600-h/CIMG2428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195105951447770162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SBi5VoaP5DI/AAAAAAAAAB4/xOzAb-5nh5g/s320/CIMG2428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what happens on the floor these days. The paper is 9 by 9 foot and then I paint a bullseye in gradients getting lighter out towards the edges, THEN I cut and paste the paint chips in an reverse pattern (light going out to dark). I still dont have enough 'dark secret' (the black ones) to cover the whole page, and it might take a long time until i do. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SBi4W4aP5CI/AAAAAAAAABw/BvSFDcvUAxQ/s1600-h/CIMG2423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195104873410978850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SBi4W4aP5CI/AAAAAAAAABw/BvSFDcvUAxQ/s320/CIMG2423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The corners are black, which is great. I think I need to work on my intention being a bit more clear, ie making the painting or 'my hand' be extremely sloppy and prove that some dude with moderate painting skill did it, and then become incresingly geometric and specific with the swatches. There is a dialogue (or argument) going on but it could, as always, be stronger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-7836055472909861222?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/7836055472909861222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=7836055472909861222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/7836055472909861222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/7836055472909861222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2008/04/dark-secret.html' title='Dark Secret'/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SBi5VoaP5DI/AAAAAAAAAB4/xOzAb-5nh5g/s72-c/CIMG2428.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-4906813399530130126</id><published>2008-04-29T14:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T15:30:48.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>this week is great</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SBdvkoaP5BI/AAAAAAAAABo/KHX86AktCuY/s1600-h/Mudgesnotch-120407.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194743370308641810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SBdvkoaP5BI/AAAAAAAAABo/KHX86AktCuY/s320/Mudgesnotch-120407.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; dear andrew hart -  i hope you dont mind me using your comic on my blog. if you do, in fact, mind, please let me know, and i will stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry guys, just some legal mumbo jumbo above. lets all read the &lt;a href="http://www.phillyturkey.com/"&gt;philly turkey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that way, when i talk about it, noone will have to pretend i've told a good story and pretend to laugh. this will save alot of self esteem for everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-4906813399530130126?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/4906813399530130126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=4906813399530130126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/4906813399530130126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/4906813399530130126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-week-is-great.html' title='this week is great'/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SBdvkoaP5BI/AAAAAAAAABo/KHX86AktCuY/s72-c/Mudgesnotch-120407.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-7842393773819381738</id><published>2008-04-24T22:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T00:13:17.091-04:00</updated><title type='text'>oh yeah we're gonna keep on doin it too</title><content type='html'>how will you go about finding that thing the nature of which is totally unknown to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if everything is to come out even in the end, then the end is farther away than anticipated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past is a set of clues to navigate the present&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desire is full of endless distances - This book i am reading said all these things to me, or rather i said them to me when i was going over what she had said to herself, in her book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can no longer desire something when you have achieved it. To want something is to not have it. This has alot to do with being satisfied with what you have, doesn't it? Though you can want something again, because when you got it, it was great. But still, there has to be a time when you are doing the wanting, or otherwise, you wouldn't. wow, concise.&lt;br /&gt;So wait, what are the implications? I guess it's important to know the nature of your wants, and to take stock in what you are constantly wanting after (probably the things you are not getting).&lt;br /&gt;Adam and I made speak about what sorts of things can be defined as wants as opposed to needs. It turned out that we dont really need anything - you dont need food - if you dont have it, you will die, but you will not cease to exist, you will just be the dead you - just like you dont need religion - if you have it, you might get a better eternal situation, but you will not cease to be you. You dont need anything to be who you are. There are only things you want, things that you think will help you at being you and doing that being better than you were before. b's b's b's.&lt;br /&gt;Are some things not worth spending alot of your wanting on? no, who's going to say, and how would you know? It's easy to see how you can get caught up in yourself and pinned down by it, thinking about how you work and never being able to stop, because it's too much to do. Let's not forget that everyone else is doing the same thing, and that they are equalling your desires and have all of their own unique to themselves. Like the man at church said, the commandment didn't start off telling you you need to love yourself, it knew you would have that pretty well covered, but it said that you have to try and have that same love you spend on the deep you and have it for everyone else*. I asked myself 'and why is it that i should do that?' well, it seems like a good idea, is the answer i've come up with. but anyway.&lt;br /&gt;the distance. its always the distance, and once you go there, its not there anymore. its in the distance. oh no im buried in thinking thoughts......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*If you dont know what i'm talking about, this cat Jesus broke all the rules right near the end of his hang out and said "there's just this one new commandment and its more important than all the other ones, and here it is - love everyone else as much as you love yourself and as much as I loved you." (thats the king david translation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and ps - does the fact that you are always you stand as a good argument for eternal life? well, i guess the only evidence that people in history were themselves is in that history which could be made to make them seem like something they entirely were not. Think about just yourself, then. and how to go about not losing you. even though you cant. so the answer is no, then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-7842393773819381738?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/7842393773819381738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=7842393773819381738&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/7842393773819381738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/7842393773819381738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-yeah-were-gonna-keep-on-doin-it-too.html' title='oh yeah we&apos;re gonna keep on doin it too'/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-6568471029093875308</id><published>2008-04-24T00:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T01:24:37.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'>is this how a blog is supposed to be</title><content type='html'>I was reading a thing today about an artist who caught a sick, stray dog and chained it up in a gallery so people could watch it slowly starve to death. What was excellent about this is that people went absolutely crazy about how it wasn't art and that the guy was inhumane and OMG we should chain him to a wall and watch him starve to death..... which he might not be too adverse to, if he read all of the comments all over the place about it. Did you ever notice how people care more about animals getting hurt and killed than they do about people getting hurt or killed? You would get a stronger reaction from a video of a bunch of dogs being beaten and starved then you would of prisoners being water boarded or children in Africa being starved and killed in a genocide. I'm going to make art where I starve animals with a backdrop of videos of human suffering, just so I can make fun of people pretending to care about all the sorts of things they think they care about.&lt;br /&gt;Wait, I have a better idea now - I will starve animals in a progression, like starting with bugs and spiders and then moving up to mice and rats and so on and so on. People would raise a million dollars to shut me up but will walk right past a homeless man to do it. I like art that kicks your ass, and I will strive to make some of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i would like to have a dog, and not for torturing purposes. i love dogs, equally as much as i love people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been thinking about why i should do artwork anymore, i mean besides the thing inside that beats me if i do not make artwork. what difference do i make, how much of the world can be changed by the things that i do? i don't know if im happy with my 'i'm screwing the man' answer, in which i take money from people who dont deserve it and then get to have it, as another person who does not deserve it. I would give it away (maybe). I like the idea of art as the unifier, bringing people together and changing the way they exist to each other. Like i said, art that kicks your ass. There are only so many things that are important to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obcession is not the same thing as love, and love is not the same thing as comfort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what i wrote down yesterday, and I wish to expound on it in every direction until i make everyone feel bad. This is a honorable(?) task. Most relationships sit real heavily on one side or the other and something called settling happens. and i'm terrified of it. and not enough people are, too. I am beginning to know that i've never been in real love at all, no matter how much i thought i was, and that if i want to be, i will have to work extremely hard to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam and I were talking and the idea of a fourth dimension that is neither love, obcession, or comfort was brought up. I think it was called 'old (or mature) love', and may not, however, exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe it's possible that if you're focusing too much on how things are supposed to be, then you lose sight of how wonderful things are in the present. I am so guilty of this. I need to not be able to think my way out of feeling any certain way, and this has proven to be a difficult task. I am hard at work trying to figure myself out, and sit back and know what i really feel about all the things that have happened and deal with them, or at least invent a new way to block them out. I am not nearly finished. Love is not any kind of magic that fixes things - it's completely the opposite. now that i am a walking cliche', i will go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noone's gonna tell you&lt;br /&gt;you've made it&lt;br /&gt;noone's gonna tell you&lt;br /&gt;you're doing the best that you can&lt;br /&gt;noone's gonna tell you&lt;br /&gt;that you're finally in love at last&lt;br /&gt;so doesn't that mean&lt;br /&gt;that maybe you get to tell yourself?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-6568471029093875308?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/6568471029093875308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=6568471029093875308&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/6568471029093875308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/6568471029093875308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2008/04/is-this-how-blog-is-supposed-to-be.html' title='is this how a blog is supposed to be'/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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type='html'>somewhere along the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you and i, we will be the strongest creatures&lt;br /&gt;for anyone we've yet to meet&lt;br /&gt;my goodness, they just can't believe their luck&lt;br /&gt;in the meantime&lt;br /&gt;I just hope you can keep a few of these fine,&lt;br /&gt;lite threads that still connect us,&lt;br /&gt;maybe attach a few tin cans&lt;br /&gt;maybe just to listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one day, when our cities are&lt;br /&gt;those 2 to 3 thousand miles apart&lt;br /&gt;maybe our dreams will fall into each other's place, and&lt;br /&gt;(we'll) become parallel again&lt;br /&gt;cling to hope for our lives, keep pulling in&lt;br /&gt;for your hundred percent&lt;br /&gt;if ever, anyone I believed would find it, it's you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someday&lt;br /&gt;i know we'll both have the answer to your question&lt;br /&gt;and we'll see each other on a red carpet&lt;br /&gt;somewhere&lt;br /&gt;and someone will ask if we've been introduced,&lt;br 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again'/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-8127433830331556511</id><published>2008-04-08T02:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T02:54:55.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no i wasn't outside your house tonight&lt;br /&gt;no no in fact im doing quite alright&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-8127433830331556511?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-1999852355637249928</id><published>2008-04-05T16:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T17:40:27.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>April, Sometime in</title><content type='html'>we go away, and for a while, maybe&lt;br /&gt;my mind will go on and on about something other than what it wants&lt;br /&gt;and for a time,&lt;br /&gt;perhaps&lt;br /&gt;it will seem like&lt;br /&gt;everything is gone from here and rolls along, in the rearview&lt;br /&gt;and up ahead the road will stop with all of the little yellow signs&lt;br /&gt;so that objects in mirror will be farther and farther and farther away than they appear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's over now, the cars run out&lt;br /&gt;of roads and gas and willing passengers&lt;br /&gt;and the waves come on with alarming speed&lt;br /&gt;and nothing got lost as it followed you around&lt;br /&gt;(you had hoped that possibly, this might occur)&lt;br /&gt;see, hurt can take it's fucking time finding you&lt;br /&gt;and do some careful planning to make sure it's going about it in the best way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when will it be when I can feel safe again&lt;br /&gt;where will it come from, and will we survive all of the time it takes for it to get here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out here, underwater&lt;br /&gt;i was tired before i started treading water&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-1999852355637249928?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/1999852355637249928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=1999852355637249928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/1999852355637249928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/1999852355637249928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2008/04/april-sometime-in.html' title='April, Sometime in'/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-8936743828620109539</id><published>2008-03-25T14:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T15:16:28.905-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the most difficult thing i've done is count change for a twenty when selling stamps to a man</title><content type='html'>Being a receptionist is an excellent job. In the past 4 hours, I have answered the phone 6 times, eaten one 50 cent pretzel, drank one item each of a) coffee, b) juice, and c) water (compliments of the chiller), and read every news story that big brother couldn't filter (ps i discovered a vodka with a rattlesnake in it, as well as other assorted bottle-sized animals in liquors that you can probably mail order from somewhere strange, to the east).&lt;br /&gt;     Yes, the temp agency finally came through. I'm sitting behind a desk, in a dress shirt, forwarding calls, watching security cameras. I've been told they'll even pay me. Fingers crossed that this will last more than the proposed 'one' day.&lt;br /&gt;    The world has been unremarkably strange and, perhaps, slightly sad. You just get used to it after a while. I have been dealing with alot of thoughts in my head that for some reason want me to 'come to terms' with aspects of my living and, by association, life. This is distressing because I have no intention of compliance. At this point I wanted to write that i like decisions to make themselves without my input, but realized that this has happened before and I overturned the results. Perhaps that was a poor choice. Regardless. I dont know if i'm putting off the inevitable or working towards a goal.&lt;br /&gt;     In other news, I have begun my new map project on the floor, and I am pleased, or at least satiated by the results thus far. I will be posting some pictures of it somewhere, some time soon. I sent out some proposals for a project/installation I would like to do, maybe it went into the wrong ears, or maybe it will be mulled around some more. It involves paintchips, unsurprisingly, if you're interested. Doing artwork out of school is strange, being completely self-motivated and working at whatever kind of pace you could want. I at least have alot of things I want to get done, so that is nice. I would hate to be out of ideas. I don't know if I keep doing the work because I have to, becauss it's fun to, or because I want to be able to tell people I didn't go to art school for entirely no reason. You do the things you gotta do and the things you have to do and look for some kind of payout, maybe follow that around for awhile. Being an adult is hard work, and involves alot of debts. Or so the legend goes.&lt;br /&gt;     Speaking of legends, have you heard about the one that took place in Key West starring party boats, Dave, Adam, and a sea-hat? Cause if you missed it, it's time for another telling. That doesn't really imply what I wanted it to. Um - we're going back to Key west, as well as other various points southerly. No word yet on how anyone can afford it, but i've heard that outlet bread plays a vital role. I am excited to be in the sun and expose my pale, disturbing flesh to it and also to women who are most likely not interested in the seeing of it. Also, Siesta Key (i would link to information about it, if only I could know how)!&lt;br /&gt;     I'm terrified of a life settling in around me, and getting caught for years and years doing what I didn't want to but forgot to care enough to change. Adventures, satisfaction, money-making schemes, living out of a suitcase, or for that matter, a box - which lifestyle is right for me?? I constantly go over escape plans for all of the things I am doing, and it is very disconcerting when some of them are not feasible, or at least not practical. Contracts, Schmontracts. I have to remember not to sign those in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-8936743828620109539?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/8936743828620109539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=8936743828620109539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/8936743828620109539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/8936743828620109539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2008/03/most-difficult-thing-ive-done-is-count.html' title='the most difficult thing i&apos;ve done is count change for a twenty when selling stamps to a man'/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-2318956069498111945</id><published>2008-03-04T22:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T22:55:43.849-05:00</updated><title type='text'>in da' club</title><content type='html'>it seems to me&lt;br /&gt;how we used to go out for coffee, just so we could stay out&lt;br /&gt;and the places we go now&lt;br /&gt;just so we can feel someone else's eyes on us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it gets so late, and i have to wonder&lt;br /&gt;if the lights could burn out my eyes&lt;br /&gt;would i stop looking all around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does anybody here get to where they hoped they would end up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're saying how it feels like now&lt;br /&gt;though we know that every feeling can fade&lt;br /&gt;and i say 'we' so that you can relate&lt;br /&gt;so that i don't have to feel alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been waiting for some sunshine, but was dissappointed&lt;br /&gt;when it reminded me of you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-2318956069498111945?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/2318956069498111945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=2318956069498111945&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/2318956069498111945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/2318956069498111945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2008/03/in-da-club.html' title='in da&apos; club'/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-8351504685845988642</id><published>2008-02-22T12:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T13:09:34.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>doing the not doing</title><content type='html'>You, you are a surprise&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe there is noone to ask you any of the questions&lt;br /&gt;that somebody thinks are probably the most important parts&lt;br /&gt;We didn't know what we were doing except that we were doing it&lt;br /&gt;and maybe, at one time we weren't entirely sure we would end up disappointed&lt;br /&gt;So, we were, in a word, doing alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were so many people to meet today&lt;br /&gt;he explained that sometimes he speaks and he doesn't know why&lt;br /&gt;how if you asked him again he wouldn't remember&lt;br /&gt;That part about everything adding up to nothing, well,&lt;br /&gt;we're almost entirely fairly sure that that was shitty to say&lt;br /&gt;and in the end, we think he might be wrong&lt;br /&gt;(about some parts, anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's important, essential even&lt;br /&gt;he said he can't think of anything more than once&lt;br /&gt;because everytime we remember, it falls more and more apart&lt;br /&gt;until we're left with feelings we can't sit or even stand beside anymore&lt;br /&gt;This is science, and we can prove you never got over anything&lt;br /&gt;except obcession, accept obcession is the quickest way to forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, some body believes in something&lt;br /&gt;We get jealous, and curious, and cynical, and heartbroken&lt;br /&gt;He starts and stops, and starts and stops, and starts and stops, and&lt;br /&gt;Then we think this might be getting a bit ridiculous,&lt;br /&gt;and won't someone just say something or just do anything, just to see&lt;br /&gt;In unison then, we whisper the words, "Oh, ok, i see."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-8351504685845988642?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/8351504685845988642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=8351504685845988642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/8351504685845988642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/8351504685845988642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2008/02/doing-not-doing.html' title='doing the not doing'/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-8499699723629861462</id><published>2008-02-03T23:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T23:38:11.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>for the day</title><content type='html'>"i do one thing and it matters not a jot if i do the other." ~john wilmot, the libertine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Modern artists are always putting us at the end of something rather than possibly near the beginning - how many 'post' can we be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abstraction has been less a search for the ultimately meaningful than a recurrent push for the temporarily meaningless...... generated precisely from those things that make us individually different and separate - freedom and individualism in the creation of art is an irritant, like so many bits of sand in our shell, which we can choose to work or not into those 'pearls'.....&lt;br /&gt;we have a faith not that we will know something finally, but a faith in not knowing, in ignorance, in our being confounded and dumb-founded, a faith fertile with possible meaning and growth&lt;br /&gt;it has been done. it is being done. and because it can be done, it will be done." - kirk varnedoe, pictures of nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"we have nothing better to do with our time then to make fun of the things that some people (once) regard(ed) as truth, beauty, or faith - because we simply have none of our own, and no way of creating it." - me, the other day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-8499699723629861462?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/8499699723629861462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=8499699723629861462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/8499699723629861462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/8499699723629861462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2008/02/for-day.html' title='for the day'/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-9047344368942135687</id><published>2008-02-01T01:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T01:08:42.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i recently had food poisoning, followed by the hives.&lt;br /&gt;i am painting, my hair has grown long, and i think i should quit all of my jobs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-9047344368942135687?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/9047344368942135687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=9047344368942135687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/9047344368942135687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/9047344368942135687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-recently-had-food-poisoning-followed.html' title=''/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-8663480713052043106</id><published>2008-01-11T02:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T03:08:08.729-05:00</updated><title type='text'>no time for thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.wonderfulmachine.com/dm2008001_gallery_11008"&gt;www.wonderfulmachine.com/dm2008001_gallery_11008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is a gallery i made recently of some new (and old) work with which i plan to make slides and win money from someone, in a timely fashion. hint: i'm the one in the grey shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant sleep well recently&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-8663480713052043106?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-6573592618787058717</id><published>2008-01-07T00:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T01:20:39.794-05:00</updated><title type='text'>going to sleep too soon</title><content type='html'>if you knew about the show 'pants off dance off' (or is it the other way around?), you'd be as unhappy as i am (or is it the etc etc.?)............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noone can take notice unless i am visible&lt;br /&gt;but everything you should get ready to see is in a constant state of not quite ready to see, yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was funny when i ask how many people are just waiting&lt;br /&gt;for someone else to pull out the needle with their name on it&lt;br /&gt;then it maybe wasnt funny at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so -&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking for some money or another heavy object&lt;br /&gt;to place my life beneath of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so -&lt;br /&gt;wait - is caution always weakness&lt;br /&gt;if being thoughtful is a strength?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've gotta go i've gotta go&lt;br /&gt;things - you gotta let me know if you're holding me back,&lt;br /&gt;otherwise i won't know who to fight&lt;br /&gt;and then i'll have to stop and think&lt;br /&gt;and then nothing will get done&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-6573592618787058717?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/6573592618787058717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=6573592618787058717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/6573592618787058717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/6573592618787058717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/2008/01/going-to-sleep-too-soon.html' title='going to sleep too soon'/><author><name>dave montgomery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13829027561488701028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJ-6v6CU9Q/SZS0SMvlNgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GQ9kuq0OfrU/S220/dave.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8783132440129688296.post-2508768367182058889</id><published>2008-01-05T01:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T02:00:02.655-05:00</updated><title type='text'>its not what you think</title><content type='html'>I have a question to ask you.&lt;br /&gt;see, since i am certainly not the same person that I have ever been&lt;br /&gt;and in the new year i cant remember which side of the car i need for pumping gas&lt;br /&gt;i am guessing this has something to do with the future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;children were running in circles all nite&lt;br /&gt;and the parents and i, we all hoped they would not break anything&lt;br /&gt;wondered when is it your place to speak when those who should are just not?&lt;br /&gt;at any rate, someone told them to stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all this makes me think&lt;br /&gt;how i dreamt you were pregnant, and in need of protection&lt;br /&gt;from everyone i know, attcking you, who attended my parties but never used to;&lt;br /&gt;how sometimes dreams stay real even after you wake up,&lt;br /&gt;and how I felt so strong, like i wanted to deal with anything&lt;br /&gt;(at least for a while)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a question I needed to ask you&lt;br /&gt;but then I got scared and just went home&lt;br /&gt;with an empty tank, and thinking about someone else&lt;br /&gt;which is such bad news, considering everything i'm prepared to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not sure this makes any sense&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8783132440129688296-2508768367182058889?l=jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jdavemontgomery.blogspot.com/feeds/2508768367182058889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8783132440129688296&amp;postID=2508768367182058889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8783132440129688296/posts/default/2508768367182058889'/><link rel='self' 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