My Free Association.

You want a deeper look into my mind, into my soul, this is one and a half minutes of free association.

What are thoughts what are words what are these great mysteries we remain what of the past what of things left unchanged what of regret what of the fears or hopes of the future what of tomorrow what of yesterday what of the broad span of the universe what of time in general what of the soul what of the body what of the mind what of all three together working as one what of skin what of the grave what of the sky what of the grass what of the lions what of the hawks what of the sports that people play what of music what of clocks what of desks what of the mechanisms that help us do the things we do on a daily basis what of cars what of the environment what of our health what of breakfast what of food what of the way that the things that we eat convert into the cells that make up our body what of the miracle of life what of the breeze what of the unseen things what of the things we see but do not believe what of the things that we do not see but still believe what of irrationality what of common thought and general consensus on things that are known or believed what of God what of the world what of other wolds with potential life what of the galaxies what of the dinosaurs what of the flying creatures that will never again be seen what of clones what of endless life what of the discoveries and technologies that the future holds what of nothing what of it all what of the grand what of the small what of you what of me what of eyes what of hearing what of the senses what of pain what of hurt what of healing what of miracles what of tragedies what of laughter what of tears.

coffee shop ideas

dish bin for customers, on the daily special's a location for customer rating of drink thumbs up thumbs down, frequent drinker's card, on 100th drink a 1 percent discount, 2000th drink is final cap for percentage discounts, chai tea w/ ice cream/gilato, organic food opportunities for pastries and sandwiches.... and I have more but this is just for now...

New game idea for SC

Ok ... King of the mountain ... reg ffa game... on a money map with center open... first person with 200 psi at center of the map wins ... who's with me?

Let's see if we can get this changed to accepted.

Application Data
Requested Enrollment Date:	Fall Semester 2007
Application Type:	Graduate (GSU)
Application Status:	Decision Made
Decision:	Admission Not Approved
Degree:	Master of Science
College:	College of Education
Major:	PROFESSIONAL COUNSELING

Inspiration.

So I happen to be in search of some type of inspiration for more material for my book I have the outline, but I am sometimes discouraged with adding bulk. I am not always the most verbose, most of the time I am very brief and to the point. Music indeed happens to be a great catalyst for me... so I'm listening to some ambient beats to chill my nerves.

MIX ME, Fix me.

So I have found some music as of recent which I have taken a great liking to. Brand New, whom has released an album as of November 21st. My favorite album is Deja Entendu however this album seems quite impressive as well. I have listened to it as a teenage girl may idolize Elvis in days of old or, Bon Jovi, or maybe even someone such as Ashlee Simpson. I have played a song Okay I believe you but my tommy gun don't at least, wait for it .... well probably over fifty times over the past two or three weeks. Today I heard their song Jesus Christ for the first time, and took the liberty to watch every youtube fan video made, I think 4 .... for now. I do not know of their affiliation and placement of their beliefs and followings, however they seem to be a clean band and I enjoy them both musically, in an instrumental sense, and lyrically. I will soon post some lyrics that have been whispering in the back of my mind, however remote that place is. So this post is truely of mixed up feelings and not just of my musical taste of these days. Let me speak to 10N311N355 of which creeps at every corner, it is more than just a great stalker, it is something of a temptress. This individual if that is what he is to be called does indeed come to me on a daily and nightly basis to whisper to me and let me know of the people whom alledgedly do not care about me. Alienating them from my lives in this intricate plan is not my intention. To those of you whose eyes meet with these words, these are indeed for you. These words are definitely for all of you whom I care about, but have entered into a classification of obsolete of sorts, and you should know that this has happened not as a result of my feelings for you, nor because of your actions, but because I have accepted some of the shadows of deception which has come from him whom I call 10.3.3 as referenced above. You read these words with a chuckle in your inner parts, not to be shared with anyone around you because you are not sure whether this is a laughing matter, the only laughing matter is my exuberant use of cryptic language. Vagueness is my closest friend in the realm of the written world. Vagueness fuels my soul, for this reason my greatest inability is to effectively accomplish large academic written pursuits. I have my insecurities when thinking of these distances from me achieving the things which I have set out to do, something however presses me to continue. these words somehow never fall into an abyss of the world wide web but are soaked by someone's eyes at some point beyond my own which take great delight and pride in what they see as they come into existance. The days are quickly drawing near of a decision that will be made of me and as I have been informed I am academically worthy of graduate studies, and as I heard these words from a man who has been teaching for 40+ years, and deciding should be part of graduate studies for some amount of time, I was greatly prided in my accomplishments. I have had some recent torn emotions in regards to life, and social interaction. I have been very much involved on a regular basis with something called Second Life. It has presented much thought for me in what types of ways I can interact with different people who are so readily available. All the while my real life, of which requires physical activity is melting. Salvador Dali, is not a person I have personally known, nor someone I had the oppurtunity to meet, however his paintings specifically his melting clocks painting reminds me of my own time being spent at the present time. I have been working, however have not yet received any compensation for my work, this is a matter waiting to be dealt with in time, which I am patient to wait. I have the knowledge that I have made it through undergraduate studies unscathed from the word loan. The oddest piece in regards to this is the dubious nature to whether I actually could remain so unscathed even through my graduate studies. I would have to come up with two thousand dollars each semester, which to some is more than they would like to think about, however it is feasible with a correct income. The program which I am embarking upon is a difficult path to begin, however I am ready and willing to fight all the way through for success and accomplish all tasks at hand. I write these words as well just as a quick reminder whether I have mentioned it previously or not, for those people who do not quite have people that jump at the chance to involve them in their lives. I actually ask, almost to the degree of beg, people to keep me in mind when they have something planned. I am very upfront to let people know that I am ready to hang out and be there when they have a plan. The opposite never worked either. Here is the dillemma, I can not ask people to hang out and additionally not ask people to notify me about anything, I have tried this and it does not foster a great environment of healthy social interaction, indeed there is none. If I ask people to go places and hang out, and do not ask them to let me know of when they have something planned, I am being one sided, however occasionally they will join, but rarely. If I ask people to inform me of when they are doing something, and do not offer them any oppurtunities to hang out with me, then my options are placed in their hands, and I am AlMoSt NeVeR invited. If I do both I am seen as pushy and too much of an enthusiast, I have tried all. I would like to know how it is that people whom get to know me "eventually" like me for who I am and what type of person I can be in a personal and group setting however I have the inability or rather incredibly handicapped ability to accomplish friendship with people whome are at first getting to know me. Superficiality is not my pattern nor my desire. I choose to be open with people and freely allow the reciprocity of such an attitude. I shall be open and wish the same. Friends where are you? miles away? not you... where are you Oh new friends whom I am to meet? Let me assure you I am real, I am honest, and I am a man of integrity, it can be easily accounted for. I shall embark upon my mission of coffee shop community building 1.0... This story is not over. You have yet to hear even half ... this is just a spoonfull of a sample of what is to come. You think you have had enough? You don't know what having it is. I can bring it, and I will. You want more, you've made it this far? Let me know if that is the case.

I Devin hereby announce...

I would like to know who would read a book, but not just read purchase a book written by Devin Jump. The same question if the book was written by Dr. Jump. Just a curiosity of mine...

I am going to be writing this summer, and beginning to truly compile some of the things I have written over the past 4 or so years... I would enjoy some type of encouragement, if you could offer some that would be great...

That is all for tonight.

A plea for prayer

I have observed with great attention to selflessness that I am not the only person whom lives in this world and has problems, and others are facing much greater struggles. I cannot focus on their problems even though they trouble me at times. I have the inability to grasp any of my future goals as far as how I will walk or run to them, I do not understand my abilities to achieve all the things which are ahead of me. Therefore because of all of the aspects of which I am unsure, I have become a doubter of my goals. I have a tremendous hurdle to leap and my ability to do so must be facilitated by the Holy Spirit enabling me to accomplish the things I know I must do. As my desires change I must press on for the long term goals.

Grips of time

Why must I allow the pain of time passing by to get to me so? The issue of lost opportunity and not taking advantage of the time that we have been given is one of the saddest issues we have to deal with...

Nothing will wake me from this slumber
I see the horizon the end of me
It's in a picture of the sea
It haunts me and draws me near
I know that one day I'll walk onto the pier
For now I play on the boardwalk
While time sits back waiting for its knock
So much to do I grow blind to the limit of time
And my life simply becomes a constant rhyme
Replicating duplicating patterning and in a rut
Roaming around playing games and putt putt
I pray for the day where I seek the goal
Look back at just how much time stole

teh sprekin

In the realm of language and reality, and social formalities of speaking and writing in forms that are distinguishable and also in relation to academia, what is acceptable? Even more what is capable of being understood. Harvard has performed studies in relation to word recognition and while the following rdows aym tno eb stidngihbsaleui there is a chance you might understand what those words are... through context... However the following wrdos are idened cpalbae of bineg udnotsreod because they have been tested over a broad range of English readers and for some reason when any word is written while remaining the first and last letters we can read over the word just as quickly as otherwise based on our memory and knowledge of the language... This obviously means that we cannot write in this way to early learners. Just as we cannot use words such as prestidigitation with 2nd graders... A form of speech has evolved out of the gaming arena which is both fun and addictive to involve oneself in... WOOT also seen as W00T We Owned the Other Team... pwn is teh own ... teh is an emphatic of the... allowing such evolution of language will add to the dynamic qualities of understanding such things as emphases.... exchanging numbers where fitting is also a very fun and common practice among the game/Leet aka 1337 speakers... a comparison of letters in my opinion should appear as follows...

A = 4 ///////G = 0 , 6 , 9 ///M = 3 ///////S = 5 /////Y = 4 , 7
a = 6 ///////g = 9 /////////m = 3 ///////s = 5 //////y = 4 , 7
B = 8 ///////H = 11 , 8 /////N = 2 , 8 /////T = 7 /////Z = 2
b = 6 ///////h = 8 , 4 ///////n = 2 ////////t = 7 //////z = 2
C = 0 , 6 ////I = 1 //////////O = 0 ///////U = 0
c = 0 , 6 /////i = 1 //////////o = 0 ////////u = 0
D = 0 ///////J = 1 , 5 ///////P = 2 , 4 , 9 ///V = 11
d = 0 ///////j = 1 , 5 ////////p = 2 , 4 , 9 ///v = 11
E = 3 ///////K = 8 /////////Q = 02 ///////W = 3
e = 9 ////////k = 8 /////////q = 9 ////////w = 3
F = 4 , 7 /////L = 1 /////////R = 12 ///////X = 8
f = 1 , 4 , 7 ///l = 1 //////////r = 2 /////////x = 8

Love 1.2

Sweet soft slow sway
what wondrous
how happy heart
falling from flying far
lifted load
incredible irreplaceable
peaceful part.

Higher Thought 1.0

Whether it be higher thought or lower thought maybe even crazy talk I will share a small bit of my thoughts on ... ontology and origin. Here is a thought I was sharing a couple of weeks ago. Where I find compassion for those who believe in an infinitely recurring universe that repeats itself over and over again. I am not actually holding to this position I just understand it a bit. Consider... God, then man... God always, man His creation only part of always... a small fragment of that which we call eternity. If man is here in this small and insignificant section of infinite what for... My thoughts lead me to two more areas. The spirits of man in Heaven once the earth and man has passed away... Either infinite amounts of time passes by and Man is forgotten and the wondrous acts of God pass away... Or memory is also infinite and the impact is just significant enough to impact the actions and significance of life as spirits living in communion and out of communion with and without God. These are the two of the possibilities which I have concluded. Pray tell any suggestions related to the paradigm I am working from.

Love 1.1

Words are very much inadequate for love, this is the reason I believe why God took actions to display His love for us. I do not believe that this is something that God was required to do. I believe it was a great action of love on His part to let us know just how close He is to us. Woe to those that summarize God as confined to the word of Love. God is Love, however we cannot say anything such as God is nothing more than a loving creator who sent His son to die for us to have fellowship with us for eternity. Nothing of the sort is true, not only are our understandings of such things limited in such an inadequate way God is a whole lot more than Love. God is more than words. Love is something more than words. These things that we experience in life that cannot be explained away or boxed up and prefabbed for mass prod. are wonderful and evidence of the grandness of even our own limitations as created beings. We however have incredible untapped resources and abilities which some come to understand and some do not. That is all for now. -DR JUMP

a little ration

Wondrous Wispiness with Whimsical Wallowing while Walking

Love 1.0

Peace that overwhelmeth
I speak not from superficialities
My heart sees what my eyes do not
Evidence provides a soft cushion
But God knows the path ahead
Unexpected wonderstruck
Happiness consumes me
If only no constraints of time
There be some way to slow life
I'd take each day and make it a year
Yet still a moment with one who's close
Significance of words are so strong
Actions speak louder than a tone
Today I speak of great melody
I wait and wonder when
Hope not for the times of storm
Knowing they will come I stand strong
Prepare myself for the greatest winds and rain
I'll be strong for who may choose to seek shelter
Patience be mine it is my greatest prayer
As many strong have fallen aside
I will stay and remain
No man shall move this rock
This rock on which I stand and hold to
Jesus is the solid the one whom I cannot ignore
He has made Himself known to me daily
The one who is my eternal peace
I shall make myself His
In deed and duty follow Him
Not one thing shall steal me away
Praise the Father Son and Holy Spirit
Bringing peace with each day with each moment
Though my mind is simple and weak
My guidance is from above

L to the 1 to the lin (not Chinese) to the ess

Constant and sporadic...
Predominant and rampant are the chills...
A life a day in my shoe's without thrills...
Tears much to tragic...
Held back with cosmic force...
I face each day with hopes and fears...
I tire out my bones and gears...
I clear my mind without remorse...
But the memories return...
Like a picture from the attic...
Sitting there all static...
Once you take the dust to burn...
The pain remains for a while...
Until again the dust builds up...
These tears won't fill a cup...
There sitting back waiting for a smile...
One face so great is all it takes...
A soul of concordance is around the bend...
Just true love to transcend...
A world of beauty grander than a thousand lakes...

Onward henceforth...

In an English accent

And their thoughts came tumbling upon them, little did they know that today was the day of their reckoning either that or just renaissance. It was a great and blue day and a little less cold than they both desired and for the time of the season, but it was a cheerful day. Unfortunately the cheerful weather which under normal circumstances these days would bring a smile to one's face these young minds were not so obliged to follow the patterns of natural life. Thoughts had come to them in a fashion of doom, which of course is not a fashion at all and this is what caused them such a worrisome state. If only we knew what to do with our future they thought to themselves. If only we had the answers and the assuredness that each day would be taken care of, and peril was not such a thing to be on our minds. They thought of the words they had heard by their parents on a regular basis, "not even the lilies in the field need worry about whether they will be watered or taken care of." This always brought such peace to them and their thoughts it was silly though and they had let go of such foolish thought. There was absolutely no way that things were just so easy that they need not worry about tomorrow. There were obligations in life, bills, work, and even a social life that they must be attentive to, and let's not forget they thought we needn't forget ourselves. No in life things are not so simple as we sit back and think on our lives. Then one wonders, who is it in life that is happiest is it the man that sits back and never worries and misses some bills is dirty on occasion and never goes out on the town, or is it the one who organizes every facet and caveat of their life paying great and ardent care to what they will do each day who they will see and what they will say. These are mysteries which may not ever be unfolded, but we think on them on occasion. Who are they you may be asking they are one mind, body and soul. They are the one's who make up the nefesh chaya. Living thing. Do not bother yourself with understanding specifically what is taking place here. This is a tool a sandbox, and breeding ground even for the spark of creativity. Where inspiration is led by desperation. Combinations aren't always so beautiful and ideal. In a life where there is great mystery and confusion our worries creep around us like a vicious plague or rabid dog. Hope happens to always be present whether we see it or not. Onward we, I press on to the next day where new life and hope surround me blue skies or gray one's it won't change what is permanent. The things which I forget just as many before me have forgotten are not gone only ready and waiting. Waiting for remembrance, for something more, for what they deserve, for just a piece of what they have given us. I'm there I see those things, I'm on the road to repayment, I'm just thankful that my job has already been completed.