Nate's Profile
Friends: 69
| Name: | Nathaniel |
| Join Date: | 14-May 04 |
| Total Posts: | 9174 |
| Posts Per Day: | 2.8 |
| Sex: | Male |
| Relationship Status: | Single |
| Orientation: | Straight |
| Race: | White / Caucasian |
| Body Type: | Average |
| Smoke / Drink: | Yes / Yes |
| Birthdate: | 21 December 1983 |
| Sign | Saggittarius |
| Hometown: | Kent, WA |
| Location: | Seattle, WA |
| College: | Washington |
| Year: | Graduated |
| Major: | History |
| Frat / Sorority: | Meh. |
| Favorite Music: | Top 10 as of 9/12/06: - The Smiths - The Decemberists - Death Cab for Cutie - Sufjan Stevens - Ryan Adams - Tool - Elliot Smith - Iron & Wine - The Shins - Van Morrison |
| Favorite Movies: | Top 10 as of 9/12/06: - The Big Lebowski - Brick - The Thin Red Line - Casablanca - Seven Samurai - Some Like It Hot - Clerks - American Beauty - Dazed and Confused - A Very Long Engagement |
| Favorite Shows: | Top 10 as of 9/25/06: - The Sopranos - Deadwood - Rome - Rescue Me - Nip/Tuck - Arrested Development - It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia - Curb Your Enthusiasm - The OC - Venture Bros. |
| Favorite Books: | Top 3 as of 9/12/06: - "Snow Crash", Neal Stephenson - "Youth in Revolt", CD Payne - "Watchmen", Alan Moore/Dave Gibbons |
| About Me: | The photograph is in my hand. It is the photograph of a man and a woman. They are at an amusement park in 1959. In twelve seconds time, I drop the photograph to the sand at my feet, walking away. It's already lying there, twelve seconds into the future. Ten seconds now. The photograph is in my hand. I found it in a derelict bar at the Gila Flats Test Base, twenty seven hours ago. It's still there -- twenty seven hours into the past -- in its frame in the darkened bar. I'm still there looking at it. The photograph is in my hand. The woman takes a piece of popcorn between thumb and forefinger. The ferris wheel pauses. Seven seconds now. It's October 1985. I'm on Mars. It's July 1959. I'm in New Jersey, at the Palisades Amusement Park. Four seconds... three... I'm tired of looking at the photograph now. I open my fingers. It falls to the sand at my feet. I am going to look at the stars. They are so far away, and their light takes so long to reach us... all we ever see of stars are their old photographs. I am two hundred and twenty seven million kilometers from the Sun. Its light is already ten minutes old. It will not reach Pluto for another two hours. Two hours into my future, I observe meteorites from a glass balcony, thinking about my father. Twelve seconds into my past, I open my fingers. The photograph is falling. I am watching the stars. Halley's Comet tumbles through the solar system on it's great seventy-six year ellipse. My father admired the sky for its precision. He repaired watches. It's 1945. I sit in a Brooklyn kitchen, fascinated by an arrangement of cogs on black velvet. I am sixteen years old. It is 1985. I am on Mars. I am fifty-six years old. The photograph lies at my feet; falls from my fingers; is in my hand. I am watching the stars, admiring their complex trajectories through space, through time. I am trying to give a name to the force that set them in motion. --- Excerpted from "The Watchmen", by Alan Moore --- |
Comments
- hova
Where are you, how are you? What's happening? - Come to Chicago!
- You're it...
- It's okay. I love my monsters of my midway but baseball is my game.
- Go Bear.
- I did it all for you.
Serious. - Remember
they always
let ya down when
you need em
oh blue jean
Merry Xmas bro! - oh i think it would... you could just eat all my food!
- Nate Doggg! Where have you been man???
- Yeah man I should definitely be back by then. I'll be up there for a visit the first and second week of December, I'll give you a holler.
