Where'd everyone go?
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Posted:Feb 22, 2010 1:29 pm
Last Updated:Apr 29, 2024 1:39 pm
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Here's an odd question for folks who know (or at least knew) me:
When I was vamposting prolifically a couple years ago, I was a member of a couple of groups with some folks who were as prolific as I was. Perhaps even moreso.
Now I have returned (albeit a year plus later) and find that many of the people in the groups in which I am a member are new (this is not a surprise) I have also found that folks who used to be crazy dedicated to vamposting have largely disappeared. not that they are gone, they still toss in a comment here and there, but are not as prolific as they were.
We had some really great, creative, interesting conversations. There was a reasonable understanding of everyone's intent and I miss that. Even though I am not online as much as I used to be, and perhaps not even as much as I would like to be. something seems to be missing.
So here is the question:
Has everyone else eased up on the tempo, and faded away? Content to simply lurk in the background until something really interesting catches their eye? Or is there some new group that in my absence I missed where all my old friends have built a new clubhouse in which to play.
I could name names, but that seems silly. I just hope that if you read this and remember me, that you will know that i miss you too.
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Where has Mitz been?
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Posted:Jan 11, 2010 1:37 pm
Last Updated:Jan 1, 2021 12:15 am
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Perhaps it is easier to try to explain in this blog where I have been.
I have posted in a couple of the groups in which I was once a Vamposting regular member, but it seems that time has changed the membership of those places, and while there must still be folks out there who I remember, they are no longer there.
I am not prepared to boost my membership to search out everyone's profile and send emails to say 'Hi!' Though part of me thinks that I should.
I have missed you all, though a few of you have managed to keep track of me a bit on that other, less Adult oriented social networking utility which has a face with no name and a book with no words...
Though I am sure non of you require an explanation (cause you're all such nice folks and stuff) I shall endevour to vaguely explain my too-long absence from here, or at least give y'all an update on my whereabouts for the last year and change.
Some of you might have noticed that I have popped in from time to time over the last while, but have said little, or have "hit and run" so to speak.
Life has been a blur of craziness, busyness, and happiness
Note the Happiness part! Perhaps that part should come first... but Its too late. (You may remember I'm not much for editing my rambles save for spelling errors, and even then, I sometimes fergot....
Rather than repeat the whole early process, In case you forgot what happened to your old pal Mitz, I will lead you to mitzter and mitzuz
(shit it's been so long, I think that's how to link to an old post... If it didn't work, someone please PLEASE remind me how to do that!!
.... but as usual.... I digress
What?? the short version you say??
Fine... I'll give you the short version:
As I said in mitzter and mitzuz, I have now done.
This summer I married the girl of my dreams!
(Yes those dreams too... my but your minds are awfully dirty! - wait... whaddaya mean you don't know what I'm talking about? Is it MY mind that is stuck in gutterville??? couldn't be... well ... maybe... - I mean they were awfully sweet dreams!)
... um...
where was I ....
Oh yes! I got married !!
Mrs Mitz is awesome! She is everything that I could ever have hoped for in a lover and a best friend!
Now for the part that kept me away:
Fuck we are busy people!!
I mean really!
FUUUUUCK!
Busy! Geez Louise People! We are capital B Busy. We have 4 between us, and we bought a century old house which promptly shit an egg in the basement about 3 months after moving in - now by "shit an egg" I mean "required extensive urgent repair in the middle of a Cold Shitty Canadian Winter....
But we carried on... I can bore you with details, or I can just bore you...
Never-the-less... The bottom line is that we have spent much of the last year running full tilt.
Now I don't expect to get any extra downtime in the future, but we are now beginning to work our lives into more of a rhythm. an as that happens, I might get a few moments now and again (hopefully more often than in the last while) to actually enjoy discussing things with you folks again!
As I have said in the past, I wish that someone would design NoStrings for blackberry!
I will try to be online more in the coming year. As you will recall, I participated in a number of groups in th past, In the interest of time, I'll likely be reducing that number. I will try to bring Mrs. Mitz to the table some as well! I'm sure you will like her too!
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The Miner's Lotus
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Posted:Mar 23, 2008 6:36 pm
Last Updated:Jan 9, 2010 9:33 pm
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Inspired by Trainme's post Name That Product!
Our story begins with an innocent concept:
"It sounds like a striking piece of art... Pink lotus enveloped by amber?
Think about that for a moment. Wouldn't that be a wondrous discovery? 100 million year old Pink lotus petals, captured in full bloom by a sap like substance.
And our story begins...
Noah's Ark had not yet sailed. The Ice Age wasn't yet a fore thought.
A strange combination of just the right weather and climate conditions cause the gooey substance to cure around it's beautiful prize. As the millenia pass by the substance cures to the point of petrification.
A golden hue issues forth from the stone, as the lone man chisels it from the wall with his pick. What an odd piece of amber is this, he wonders to himself and hurriedly stuffs it into his overalls. It is so cloudy, he mumbles, it has no worth to anyone.
But to him, this old miner, this one piece of worthless stone beckons. At the end of his shift, he reports to the bosses counter. All of his mining for today, laid out on the scale for payment. He timidly asks the scaleman if he could be allowed to please keep this one stone. A reminder of his life's work.
The scaleman, a squat balding man of indetermined age. Stands in contrast to the gnarled old miner. The miner towers over the scaleman, yet the scaleman, for all his pompous attitude, and gloriously overstressed suits, still holds the power.
The theft of amber from this mine carries the maximum sentence. Not death, but as good as. Outcast and alone, with no means of supporting yourself, save the mine. And once branded a thief, you would starve for lack of sustinance, and die a lonely death of a broken heart.
The scaleman takes the amber chunk from the miner and laughs. Of course old man. "This chunk of garbage is worthless. It would pain me more to add it to my scale to have it cost me money!" the miner, relieved of his guilt, cheerily takes his treasure home.
Night after night in his lonely shack, the miner polishes his piece of amber. The worth of the stone slowly coming out as he worked his lonely nights into a gleaming beacon. Truely his life's work. Encased in the Golden Amber was the reason for the imperfection of the stone. Preserved forever deep within the stone was a single lotus blossom in full bloom. It's pink petals offsetting the gold of the stone around it. Night after night the man returned from the mine, ate a modest meal, then passed the lonely night joyfully polishing his prize. Gollum-like in his obsession, The man began to live for his ritual.
Finally the evening came when the man could find nothing to buff. no scratches in the surface to polish out. He gazed into his stone and finally beheld the beauty he had released.
The man passed the night gazing at his prized stone, deep in thought.
He awoke the next day and went to the mine as he did every day. When he finished his shift, he did not hurry home to pick up his tools and work on his stone.
Today he would take a new route home. money from his days work in his pocket, he veritably skips off to the general store to buy some bleached white paper, a brand new stylus, and some fresh black ink. On the way home he stops in to the local tavern. I'll take a full bottle for my table, And a round for the house!" He announces heartily.
His companions from the mines cheer heartily for the old man. He is the oldest man in the mines. He bagan as an independant contractor. Long before the company took over the town. That was about the time his had left home for a better life in the city. He sent her away with pride, having been able to purchase her freedom with the sweat of his efforts.
Out of respect for his tenure and his small claim, the company always renewed his contract and paid him fairly for his efforts. All the other men were company men. But he held onto that lifelong freedom of being independant.
He had trained most of the men in the tavern. Almost to a man, they loved him, and respected him. Needless to say, At the end of the evening when he went to pay his tab, the old man found he owed not a cent.
Upon his return home, he immediately set to writing a letter to his . Please come to visit, was his request.
Anxiously, he awaited a reply. Finally the day arrived that he had longed for. His arrived on a Saturday. He brought her to his shack, and they had a wondrous evening of reminiscence ahd laughter. Her husband and arrived with her. The old man delighted in his grandchildren, and extolled the virtues of her matrimony untill well into the next morning. Finally, the time came for the family to return to the city. As they prepared to leave, the old man called his loving family into his shack. on the table, wrapped gaily in coloured paper and tied with a beautiful bow stood a gift for his .
She opened the lavish paper and revealed the treasure to her family.
The Awestruck silence was broken by the old man.
I know that I am just a simple miner. I have very little education. I've never traveled past my small part of the world. But I have the greatest accomplishments that the world could possibly offer.
I have you my beautiful blossom. You and your wonderful family.
This is for you... my lifes work.
And so
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Reflection on beauty
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Posted:Jan 12, 2008 9:48 pm
Last Updated:Jan 1, 2021 12:12 am
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I could feast on your beauty
for eternity and never want from hunger
You are a banquet for the senses
Sometimes when you are near,
I close my eyes just to smell your scent.
Your touch electrifies me.
Your skin is so soft
against the coarse grain of my fingers.
I have no need of sight to know you.
Yet what a loss that would be.
for when i open my eyes and look upon you
the bounty that lies before me is too much
I cannot take all of you in
in just one glance.
your eyes, so full of life
your lips, so luscious
And your smile...
your smile fills me with such joy
Such longing that I need to be near you
With you. sharing your joy.
Oh, to have you look upon me
with the depths of those eyes
and feel the love of your smile.
It is a dream to imagine that
it could be me
who is the recipient
Much less the cause of one
radiant glance my way.
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Depression: A risky personal explaination
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Posted:Nov 28, 2007 12:06 pm
Last Updated:Jan 9, 2010 9:35 pm
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If you think you understand depression, or wish to understand depression consider this. Every day of my life I wake up with the following thoughts in my head. Everyday I have to overcome these thoughts to function. Every minute of every day I must struggle to overcome this chain of thoughts:
"I am a loser, I am a failure. I want to die. I do not understand the point in continuing to live. I offer no valuable contribution to society. I am such a failure. As a matter of fact, I am SUCH a failure that if I actually tried to kill myself, I would probably fuck that up too, so why bother even trying. Why bother. As a matter of fact, since I'm going to fuck up everything i attempt today, why even get out of bed."
If just one person can read the above and come closer to a real understanding of how depression is in fact a crippling issue for folks...
If just one person can react to comments and concerns by recognizing that this isn't just "the dulldrums" or "The February blah's" and give a depressed individual shit for getting down on themselves or being a "drama queen" Or says trite things to glaze over the situation and try minimize it...
If just one person realizes the gravity of the paralysis and self loathing that depression causes...
If just one person "gets it".
Then it was worth laying myself completely bare in this thread.
If you still don't get it, then I am sorry I have wasted your time.
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torment of the soul
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Posted:Jul 4, 2007 8:49 pm
Last Updated:Nov 28, 2007 12:11 pm
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It’s late,
The stars fill the sky,
Pinholes in the curtain of night
The moon is full and luminous in its glory
The air is strangely silent.
No birds sing to break the moment
I sit alone
The smoke from my cigarette curls lazily up from my fingers
Towards the stars
Like some ancient spirit
Released from its bonds
Taking flight to join ancestors in the night sky
How I ache for the same release
The freedom to fly
To leave the bounds of this mortal coil
And soar with spirits of ancestors amongst the stars
Ahh the freedom of flight
How I wish I could leave this cage
This prison of a body
Locked in behind barriers of the body and mind
Oh, to free my spirit, my soul.
To follow that smoke trail to the heavens
If only for a moment
For a lifetime
What would it take I wonder
To have that feeling of complete freedom?
Of course, it is all an illusion
There are no waiting spirits
There is no soaring freedom
Life is not so simple
Death even less
To live, is to endure the torment of the soul
And to overcome
That must be every mortal’s goal
To overcome the prison of the soul
And set it free.
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delusions of freedom
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Posted:Jun 23, 2007 11:45 am
Last Updated:Aug 16, 2008 7:31 am
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Freedom to choose.
Mans greatest gift,
But the choices are limited
By the time you have left
It can not be tolerated
It is not allowed
The life that you chose
Can only be yours if others approve
There is no real choice
That is the folly of the thing
The freedom to choose
Is quite simply an illusion
An illusion spawned by the rich
Promoted by Hollywood
Lamented by the starving
Nonexistent in reality
The proletariat, do they exist?
The government, do they care?
The wealthy, do they notice?
The poor, do they know?
No. Simply put: “No”
There is no choice
There is no fate
There is only existence.
And what follows existence?
Extinction.
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Response to sadness
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Posted:Mar 19, 2007 11:51 am
Last Updated:Jan 16, 2008 10:41 pm
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I am so sorry, Train my sweet,
shed no tears for me
music and words are my escape
they are my liberty,
when I am low or in a funk
I turn my heart to flight
and pen to paper, pick to strings
and to escape my soul; I write
Sometimes it’s dreary, sad or blue
in fact that is often the case,
but the funk can leave as quick as naught
and I escape its cold embrace
but lingering thoughts of my tortured soul
lie there upon the page
for me to ponder another day
when my thoughts may be more sage
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Clams
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Posted:Mar 19, 2007 11:48 am
Last Updated:Apr 29, 2024 1:39 pm
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Late in the evening, I sit alone, wondering how the world came to be my clam.
Oysters? Why is the world an oyster - you can't hold the world in the palm of your hand.
The world is a clam. Smelly salty and bitter tasting.
There are no hidden pearls, merely more sand.
Millions on millions - tiny grains of sand shifting about on the whim of a menacing tide, and me...
A clam, no handholds, no footholds, just torrents and currents pushing to and fro.
Burying, hiding, exposing and shoving me to wherever it desires.
Floating about just above the ocean floor. Thrown about on someone elses whim.
No control over my own destiny, or even destination.
Then simply dropped into the abyss -
fallen out of the current to fall deeper into the cold darknes and be buried with the other forgotten creatures discarded by the ebbing tide.
Lost for the ages with no hope of discovery. Lost in the deepest darkest pits of the abyss
Lost until some as yet undiscovered carnivourous creature discovers me, pries open my protective shell and devours me whole.
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for lucious
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Posted:Jan 28, 2007 8:44 pm
Last Updated:Mar 19, 2007 12:02 pm
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distance, time, and mountains
breaking us apart
this enormous continent
batters my poor heart
That gorgeous soul in Santee
took some love from me
and I can't get it back from her
In her sanctuary by the sea
Luscious is her name,
and Luscious is her way
I sit at home trapped by this land
and must forever stay
a sad victim of hers
not lover but a friend
and if that is all I can be
then that shall still be a good end.
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low tide.
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Posted:Dec 29, 2006 5:57 pm
Last Updated:Apr 29, 2024 1:39 pm
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I heard a song today on the radio
It made me think of you
The time we shared was magical
I know you felt it too
We shared so much with such short time
Yet the year we had went by so fast
The end was inevitable
There was no future. Only the now
The present.
No past,
No future
Only the now
But what a now it was
So much distance, so many miles
You, sailing your ship across the prairies,
And me with my boat lain up on the shoal of the escarpment,
Yet the miles, and the months were like naught,
Nonexistent barriers to our fledgling love
But sadly as the future came into focus,
It was readily apparent, that our courses do not but cross
Ships passing on the oceans of love,
Their charts do not match.
Their stars do not align
And so it is that I watch longingly to the west until the peaks of your sails,
In full bloom against the prevailing wind
Carry you off over the horizon
And onto your future
Without me
I remain stranded on the shoal
Awaiting the high tide
For a reprieve from the mire
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ode to blue eyes
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Posted:Dec 15, 2006 7:55 pm
Last Updated:Apr 29, 2024 1:39 pm
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My mind wanders,
I think of you.
The scent of your perfume,
The touch of your fingertips
The feel of your breath on my skin.
I close my eyes.
I can see you now,
Standing over me
Radiant beauty that nothing can diffuse
You are invading unwelcome space.
You are my history, My past
Stay where you are,
You cannot haunt my present as well.
I remember the sound of your voice
as you whispered
“I love you” in my ear
Remember the taste of your lips
When we kissed the very first time
How could I forget your piercing blue eyes
Eyes that seared me with their heat
That reached into my very soul
And captured it.
Yes I think of you.
Often.
Do you ever think of me?
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