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Hello, my name is Dave.
I am a student living in Reno, NV. This is where I will post random shit that pops into my head. Feel free to ask any questions below!
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The bed I have made


So I submitted my blog to two of the webs most infamous blog review sites; Ask And Ye Shall Receive and I Talk 2 Much. These two sites review blogs and give very blunt (albeit sometimes harsh) opinions on everything from your blogs layout to content to frequency of posting. I will not spoil the surprise of reading for yourself, but one was so-so about this blog, and the other downright hated it! I am going to “keep-on keepin’ on” as one of the reviews put it, and hope that either my writing improves, or they have a few to drink before my next review. I have also decided that I just plain enjoy blogging (that is the whole Ostentatious thing) so I will now do it more often. Also, be on the lookout for a new blog!


Posted 4 years ago on June 9th, 2007



Welcome Home


So after much debate with myself (including some odd looks from the people at Borders), I have decided to move Ostentatious Sophism back to blogger. Over the course of the next few weeks, I will begin moving all of my absentee posts from my server to the blogger servers for your archiving pleasure. Eventually I will be moving this blog to my server, but that is a little way away.

This comes as a realization that I need an outlet for my creative juices. I have felt … smothered … recently, and I do not enjoy it much. I have tried many times to deny it, but this Ostentatious nature of mine is actually healthy. I felt very narcissistic, in the past, about sharing my seemingly meaningless thoughts with all of you on the web. However, I have found that sharing my seemingly meaningless ideas about Life, Love, Music, Poetry, etc. is the only way to filter the profound realizations from the menial ones. If I did not have this outlet, I would think that all of my thoughts were menial; thus halting my emotional growth. We can’t have that, now can we?

That being said, I am back. I will try to post on a regular basis, even from my phone (designated by the “Transitioning on the go” signature at the bottom of such posts).

Thank you, in advance, to all of my friends that I know will read my posts and give their truly honest (albeit sometimes harsh) opinions. If you have any thought please feel free to leave a comment!


Posted 3 years ago on May 4th, 2009



Infatuation


Someone on this blog told me that the reason that I am so closed off to the rest of the world is that I have not found anyone that I find worthy enough to open up to. While I totally agree with this assessment, I know that there are people that I would completely open myself up to, if I knew that they cared. I found this quote on iGoogle this morning:

“An ostentatious man will rather relate a blunder or an absurdity he has committed, than be debarred from talking of his own dear person.” - Joseph Addison

A big problem that I have is that I do not feel that the things that I have to share are worthy of anyones time. I know that I feel strong emotion, but why would anyone care what I am feeling unless they have a special interest in me? Inversely, how can I truly know that someone is interested in me (or potential to date) unless they know what I am feeling? This image comes to mind:

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Eventually, I have a feeling that I will find someone that feels as right for me as I do to them, but that seems so far away. I know that all I can do is embrace simple patience and wait for it to happen, but I am not good at waiting. I have met many people that I would love to date, but (as always) they do not share my feelings.

“As an unperfect actor on the stage
Who with his fear is put beside his part
Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage
Whose strength abundant weakens his own heart
So I for fear of trust forgot to say
The perfect ceremony of love’s right
And in mine own love’s strength seem to decay
O ercharg d with burden of mine own love’s might
O let my looks be then the eloquence
And dumb presagers of my speaking breast.
Who plead for love and look for recompence
More than that tongue that more hath more exprest
O learn to read what silent love hath writ
To hear what eyes belong to love’s fine wit!”

-William Shakespeare (Sonnet 23)

Posted 3 years ago on May 11th, 2009



Something Wicked This Way Comes


As many know, I am prone to changing my mind more often then my bed sheets. I “realize” things about myself, my friends, the world, etc. I wake every day unsure of what my mind may decided next. Well, I think it has made quite a few interesting decisions. Some may hurt, some may feel great, and all are sure to scare the hell out of me! I am slowly getting my life back together, and understanding what it means to be an adult. This, obviously, means that I have to do something to completely turn it upside down, just to keep me on my toes. This summer promises to be a roller-coaster of a train ride, except I have no clue what station I will end up getting off at. All i know is that I have my ticket and am ready to travel!


Posted 3 years ago on May 23rd, 2009