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Name: James Dean {well atleast
Country: United States
State: Florida
Birthday: 10/21/1985
Gender: Male
Interests: teaching, talking, performing, WORKING
Expertise: Director of Eleemosynary Minutia
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Entertainment
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Member Since:
10/4/2003
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| Reading an amazing book right now. It's called Letter to a Christian Nation by Sam Harris. In response to numerous letters received after publishing a book entitled The End of Faith, Harris writes to their hypocritical stances on so much and misuse of the bible.
I love this book. Now, I am spiritual but not religious. I have my own ideas about God and life after death. Harris does sometimes go a little over the edge for me but the points he brings up on many arguments are highly thought provoking and I wish everyone who tries to speak of their moral standing in relation to the word of God to read it.
Some of this backs up what Rosie said on The View which brought so much controversy. On air one day is was said that "Radical christians are just as dangerous as radical muslims." If you look back at the history of christianity you'll see the violence. More people have been killed for Jesus our Savior than those who've been killed for Allah. Many scriptures command that people be killed. If your friend asks you to follow the teachings of another God than you are to kill him.... does this sound morally correct? Of course there are many scriptures about love and forgiveness, but why do we pick and choose what to listen to and follow? After all the bible is the word, and it is to be followed.
This point also comes when discussing stem cell research. Why should the use of collected cells yet to be formed into anything even resembling a human life be more important than the hundreds or thousands of lives that could be saved by sacrificing it? What makes a single life-to-be a higher priority than the children suffering diseases or pains proven to be curable with stem cells? To sit and watch people die innocently is immoral. Maybe I'm crazy, but I've always felt that my life is no more important than the next person's. If my death could save a hundred people you bet I'd happily die. As a kid I would always envision a situation arising where I could save the people I love. Standing in front of a bullet, running back into a burning house, pushing them out of the way of a traveling train. Yes I had an active and somewhat depressing imagination.
Christians should read this book. Non-Christians should read this book. There are too many people of God that I know who could not even get past the first page. Anything going against what they so loosely hold onto cannot be stomached. I've tried speaking to people on issues before and they don't want to hear an opposing view. Be strong in whatever you believe. Strong enough to fight for it. Strong enough to accept that people believe otherwise, hear their arguments, and walk away stronger in your original opinion.
Most times I am mistaken for trying to change other's opinions when I debate them. It's not about the outcome but the journey. Make them think, make them fight, and let them see what they truly believe. | | |
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My little sis, big bro and I being stupid after breakfast
But at least I'm alive right? We're in the final days of rehearsals right now, and I can't wait to be done with it. Done with the contract that is. For one of the first times that I can remember, I am in a show where I don't have any friends, or even people I have a mutual interest with. The people are so much different than I am, and no one gets my funny remarks or facial expressions or ideals and I just wanna hop a slow boat to china to be rid of human life. My atttitude is getting worse with each passing day. Yesterday the stager for the show made a snide remark to me cause I was sitting down for a couple hours as she cleaned a number I wasn't in and then worked on a solo. After all those hours she asked to see Variations, which is the hardest number of the show, and one of the hardest numbers I've ever been in (so much leaping and turning). Well I have to stretch for a minute cause my body was no where near ready to dance, and she said "Well we all have to wait for Domenic cause he's been sitting for 5 hours!" Luckily she started the music cause I said "Well what, am I suppose to f***ing dance all by myself for 3 hours?" Of most the cast, and definately of all the guys, I know my choreography. She doesn't have to stop routines because I don't know what I'm doing. We had to drill this stupid part of a number because none of the other guys could retain a very simple section. Now I am no where near being the best dancer, but at least I know what I'm suppose to be doing. So for her to make me feel like the weakest link pushed me over the edge. I couldn't talk for the rest of the rehearsal because everything that I wanted to say would have been offensive and rude. I miss CA. I miss my friends. I miss how my life was a year ago, before all of these changes took place. A new experience is not necessarily always a good experience. | | |
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So there are only 385 days left with Bush in office. The best xmas present I got next to the quilt my mom made me was the countdown calender. Daily enjoyment! Should I be more excited than I am? Something tells me I should. This year was the first time that I had trouble getting through the holidays. I count a lot of that on the fact that I'm not really settled anywhere and life is uncertain. The past few years I've always had shows or relationships to get me through. I had neither this year. My best friend and I were in a tiff so I didn't even have her. We're ok now though, I think. We keep playing phone tag. SO, am currently talking to a local TV station about filming short films, mainly musicals, for broadcast on their channel. Nothing major. All no budget. But it would be great experience and a lot of fun. Plus it would give me something to have in my répertoire. If not through them, then I will be working on finding funding and such to get this to happen. I've been dreaming long enough, time to take action. Like the song in Rocky Horror: Don't dream it, be it. I actually rediscovered that show the other day when a friend asked to listen to it. I'm trying now to go through a lot of my music (cause I have so dern much) and listen to that which I am unfamiliar. I totally wiped clean my laptop and am only adding shows and artists I don't have memorized or CDs that have just been collecting dust. Today, Cindy and I have one of our dates. We try and go out every now and then, but it rarely happens. | | |
|  I miss my crazy times with Cindy One would think after a title like that I would have something profound to write. I don't. The stupid cruise line would not allow us off the ship except to go straight to the airport so I have been here since 11am and my flight isn't until 5pm. I am going a bit stir crazy. I have watched a bit of The Five Pennies (a funny old musical starring Danny Kaye and Louis Armstrong. The former being someone I am often compared to) an episode of The office and just been puttering online. Thus far I have been the only one from our cast contacted by the cruise company to work again. It would be a big decision to take another contract. I was lucky that this was only a 3 month gig but if I sign again it will be for like 8 months. I don't know if I could stand that. Life on a ship is so restrictive. Very little contact with the outside world and you're trapped where you work and with who you work. The money is great. My mom thinks I would be a fool to turn down another contract merely on a financial standpoint, but I am constantly urging and pushing that money is not a means to control or dictate your life. Live happily. Of course, one could live a lot happier if they did not have the stress being without money creates. Watched a bit of A Chorus Line, the movie, with a friend last night and really made me miss performing in that show. There are only a few shows I miss like that. 42nd St is among them. Totally forgetting the relationships you create with your cast members, the shows are just so great you thrive while performing in them. If I only like to perform under certain circumstances should I even be a performer in the first place? I feel many times like my place is behind the scenes. I like being a child of the dark. | | |
| But for some strange reason I am compelled to come on here and write.... mainly cause J told me I should. So, despite that I have moved on and think I am nearing the fatal constitution, my heart fell to my stomach when C told me she had a boyfriend. What's the deal anyway? I no longer live near her, and my life will not be bringing me to her anytime soon. Our time together was amazing. Something I had never experienced before. She is one of the most trusting, intellectual, talented and fun people I know. It always made me doubt whether we should be together because I am such an old man (in my soul). Now don't get me wrong. I know I have a lot to give to anyone, but I need someone who is an old soul like me and enjoys the crabby, jaded, sometimes even offensive ramblings of me. She put up with them, but I fear it was just that. My ups were always better (and they were a lot higher because of her). Everyone could notice a change in me. Knowing I was going to see her would totally tranform my day. Alas, I left and it ended. Now I will see her (only for a short time) and it will not be what I'm used to. My self hating self will take the change as something bad I have done. As if us no longer being together and being like sensible people who don't take that extra long hug and squeeze extra tight as me being the scum of the earth. It is true that I am on good terms with all of my exs, but I can not share an enjoyable evening with any of the girls that I did not get sick of in the term of our relationship. Maybe I haven't fully moved on. Only a week left in Bermuda. I am going to miss looking out at this beautiful place. It's been such a nice escape from the USA, and now I need an escape from myself and the pressures of trying this business. I want to just take a holiday (as they say in europe) and just find myself and better myself. I still don't know exactly what I want to be doing and I never take the time to ask myself and get a straight firm answer. It will change, maybe daily, monthly, or yearly. But I have to take that first step of deciding and trying it, and only it, and seeing if it is what I want. I miss a lot of people. Even those who think they played insignificantly in my life. There are those people who I happened to pass daily and would only offer me a smile that I can close my eyes and think about. I miss the tenderness I have built around me yet keep running from. Why? Could be because despite my running it's still there... and doesn't go away. Which is how I know how great it is. That was random.... now maybe I will sleep | | |
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