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Thoughts and Dreams of Aaron Schmidt

This is the online journal of Aaron Schmidt where he records his thoughts (when they seem relevant) and his dreams (when he can remember them).

09 June 2004 Schmidt Cup

Lord Stanley of Preston purchased a silver cup back in 1892 as a trophy for the wining team in a new yearly hockey competition.

This hockey trophy became commonly known as the Stanley Cup and is the reason that cities in North America wage war every year. But what if someone else had purchased this little piece of history. Like Mr. Bangerelo or Mr. Fah or what if it had been an ancestor of mine. The Cup of Schmidt may not have been sought after quite so strongly.

A warm congratulations to the team of Calgary, who did not win this year but gave it everything a good, Canadian team will give.

Bravo!

07 June 2004 Weekend rafting

I travelled south to Grenoble and then south some more to find myself lost in nature, surrounded by fast-flowing rivers and the tall snow-capped Alpes. C'était beau!

Organized by Sophie Morlan, our group consisted of 5 sportifs de MEGA and we spent two days doing a wide variety of rafting activities at Vénéon Eaux Vives. Merci à Hervé, Mathieu, Bertrand, et Sophie pour un week-end très intéressant.

I remember lying on my back listening to the river and counting the stars as they appeared in the sky. 1, 2, 4 ... 10. I only had to close my eyes for a moment and another sun would appear, billlions of miles away with her tiny planets spinning around in space.

Photos are available on Photo Freeangle.

28 May 2004 Par ses Pieds

La construction a été faite,
vite, sans délai,
et tout le monde disait "Oh, c'est beau!"

Les constructeurs sont partis
avec toute leur monie
et vivent dans leurs châteaux du ciel.

Les fêtes commençaient,
les nuits sont passées
beaucoup des drogues, des verres, et rigolé.

"Il y n a pas de différence
entre béton et le bronze
et on a gagné un profit incroyable!"

Le chef était content
jusqu'au moment,
son beau projet, effondré par terre.

Les piles de son argent
n'étaient pas assez payants
pour redonner la vie à tout les morts.

Le chef a été pris,
vite, par les pieds,
et ils l'ont laissé suspendu à son projet.
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