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November 2008 
Mini-Autobiography1
Posted on Aug 30th, 2006
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Brondu
Brondu
Hi everyone!
My name is Brondu. I used to think my name was Brian David, but then I moved to Boulder, CO and my roommate and co-worker Matthew took it upon himself to introduce me to everyone in this town as Brondu and since then that has been my name, for all intensive or functional purposes.
My life started August 8th, 1987 in a hospital in relatively rural Saskatchewan, Canada. I don't recall anything particularly miraculous happening when I first drew breath. Later I started to take an interest in horses, trains, seashells, and writing.
The interest in trains and seashells didn't turn into a career but the horse thing did (and the writing stuck, too). I worked with horses extensively for four and a half years and acheived a very high level of success (I was accepted into an extremely coveted Horse University in Bristish Columbia, Canada - the only University like it in the world).
After a couple of months working sixteen hours a day with almost untouched, wild horses I decided horses weren't right for me and moved on.
Perhaps I should play this up a little bit more. This is technically supposed to be a big deal. I had worked for about 3500 hours with my horse Dandy over the course of these years and about 1500 hours with other horses. I also spend at least 2000 hours reading about or otherwise studying horses. This is to tell you that it consumed my waking hours for a very long time. It's not that I care, it's just to give my story more context.
All this time I also wrote. I probably wrote about a million words of fiction, which isn't really prolific, but I guess it's kinda prolific for a kid. Once, I broke my hip and wrote a 180,000 word-long novel about a bum who turns into a super-hero after reading the novelization of Spiderman 2.
Over this time, I'm not sure how as my family was never really rolling in the dough, I acquired about $3000 worth of books and have read about 80% of them. Part of the reason I was able to acquire so many books, spend so much time with horses, and write so much was because I quit school after grade 9. I never did finish a grade after that.
As far as I'm concerned I only went to school for one year. And that year was grade 8. I fell madly in love with a girl in grade 8, and over the course of the entire school year I focused all my popularity (which was massive),and efforts of [all] other kinds, solely upon her.
At the very end of the year she basically said she was madly in love with me and I imagine a logical next step would have been to start dating, experimenting with sex, and eventually to marry. Unfortunately my dad moved my family away a week after I found out there was irrevocable mutual attraction and that was the last girl I ever felt strongly about.
I continued to dream about this particular girl for an entire year after we separated, almost every night. And every morning I would awake from that dream I would be so filled with so much yearning I wouldn’t know what to do with myself.
I’ve always been a cheesy fellow, as well as a fairly candid fellow, and I suppose genuine... so one morning I woke up and decided to write her about how I felt. I knew it was going to be a one-way piece of communication, but I just thought she should know that despite the fact that I had totally let her go as a possibility for a relationship I still was in love with her.
I did this, but never heard from her again. Ah well. I'm over that, but I have a feeling that event had a bit of an orienting effect on me.
Anyhow, let's pick the story up where I left it... after dropping horses permanently in January of this year.
After that I got obscenely joyful and wrote some of the best fiction of my life. Which found its way into Ken Wilber's hands and he decided he wanted to meet me so in June (yeah, delayed, I know) I flew down to Boulder, met everyone that lives around here, and met Ken.
Ken's nice. I was probably one of the most self-centered individuals he's ever had in his home. I was trying to be 'holistically representative of my interior as I had pseudo-concsiously constructed it up to that point' but I ended up just being a goof and had a lot of fun.
After seeing Boulder and meeting the people that, in my mind, comprise it I decided I had to move and a week later I did... after getting a job at Zaadz.
Zaadz, friends, is the best. I'd just thought I'd throw that in there as a side note.
Now that I live in Boulder I've been re-integrating some interpersonal stuff that had been heavily neglected since grade 8. I think I've been doing a good job. I have a lot of energy and I rock.
One day I'm going to write something that nigh-holographically displays some of the sillier, more subtle things that I notice. It will all be weaved into a compelling narrative and it will be radically inclusive of the totality of perspectives I have been able to (at least partially) enfold to date.
One day you will see me at my best... and dancing to the Caesars' Jerk it Out. Perhaps that day is today.
My name is Brondu. I used to think my name was Brian David, but then I moved to Boulder, CO and my roommate and co-worker Matthew took it upon himself to introduce me to everyone in this town as Brondu and since then that has been my name, for all intensive or functional purposes.
My life started August 8th, 1987 in a hospital in relatively rural Saskatchewan, Canada. I don't recall anything particularly miraculous happening when I first drew breath. Later I started to take an interest in horses, trains, seashells, and writing.
The interest in trains and seashells didn't turn into a career but the horse thing did (and the writing stuck, too). I worked with horses extensively for four and a half years and acheived a very high level of success (I was accepted into an extremely coveted Horse University in Bristish Columbia, Canada - the only University like it in the world).
After a couple of months working sixteen hours a day with almost untouched, wild horses I decided horses weren't right for me and moved on.
Perhaps I should play this up a little bit more. This is technically supposed to be a big deal. I had worked for about 3500 hours with my horse Dandy over the course of these years and about 1500 hours with other horses. I also spend at least 2000 hours reading about or otherwise studying horses. This is to tell you that it consumed my waking hours for a very long time. It's not that I care, it's just to give my story more context.
All this time I also wrote. I probably wrote about a million words of fiction, which isn't really prolific, but I guess it's kinda prolific for a kid. Once, I broke my hip and wrote a 180,000 word-long novel about a bum who turns into a super-hero after reading the novelization of Spiderman 2.
Over this time, I'm not sure how as my family was never really rolling in the dough, I acquired about $3000 worth of books and have read about 80% of them. Part of the reason I was able to acquire so many books, spend so much time with horses, and write so much was because I quit school after grade 9. I never did finish a grade after that.
As far as I'm concerned I only went to school for one year. And that year was grade 8. I fell madly in love with a girl in grade 8, and over the course of the entire school year I focused all my popularity (which was massive),and efforts of [all] other kinds, solely upon her.
At the very end of the year she basically said she was madly in love with me and I imagine a logical next step would have been to start dating, experimenting with sex, and eventually to marry. Unfortunately my dad moved my family away a week after I found out there was irrevocable mutual attraction and that was the last girl I ever felt strongly about.
I continued to dream about this particular girl for an entire year after we separated, almost every night. And every morning I would awake from that dream I would be so filled with so much yearning I wouldn’t know what to do with myself.
I’ve always been a cheesy fellow, as well as a fairly candid fellow, and I suppose genuine... so one morning I woke up and decided to write her about how I felt. I knew it was going to be a one-way piece of communication, but I just thought she should know that despite the fact that I had totally let her go as a possibility for a relationship I still was in love with her.
I did this, but never heard from her again. Ah well. I'm over that, but I have a feeling that event had a bit of an orienting effect on me.
Anyhow, let's pick the story up where I left it... after dropping horses permanently in January of this year.
After that I got obscenely joyful and wrote some of the best fiction of my life. Which found its way into Ken Wilber's hands and he decided he wanted to meet me so in June (yeah, delayed, I know) I flew down to Boulder, met everyone that lives around here, and met Ken.
Ken's nice. I was probably one of the most self-centered individuals he's ever had in his home. I was trying to be 'holistically representative of my interior as I had pseudo-concsiously constructed it up to that point' but I ended up just being a goof and had a lot of fun.
After seeing Boulder and meeting the people that, in my mind, comprise it I decided I had to move and a week later I did... after getting a job at Zaadz.
Zaadz, friends, is the best. I'd just thought I'd throw that in there as a side note.
Now that I live in Boulder I've been re-integrating some interpersonal stuff that had been heavily neglected since grade 8. I think I've been doing a good job. I have a lot of energy and I rock.
One day I'm going to write something that nigh-holographically displays some of the sillier, more subtle things that I notice. It will all be weaved into a compelling narrative and it will be radically inclusive of the totality of perspectives I have been able to (at least partially) enfold to date.
One day you will see me at my best... and dancing to the Caesars' Jerk it Out. Perhaps that day is today.
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Yay! You rock =^)
nice. i swear this entry deserves a tag = ~ExM. ah well. thanks for sharing some our your history. looking forward for more revelation of the genius behind the lad who sleeps with a horse that looks like a hippo, but not in enumclaw…
Sorry about the name thing, Brian David. I always just thought that was your real name. Plus, it helps me not confuse you with Brian Johnson. As for the rest of the story, WOW!! You do rock!!
I kinda want to make a “The Life of Brondu” film… Would be extraordinary. But you'd have to end up finding that girl in the end, getting married, et al. Or finding a different girl that relieves the story of the tension left by the departure of girl #1.
I agree Seth. About the second girl, that is. ;) Except I'm not so sure about Marraige.
It's OK, about the name Matthew! I like it. It's made explicit some of the traits I knew I had, but never consciously cultivated.
I have a feeling you'll be running into that girl sometime soon… If I were Ms. Cleo, I would say,”Trust me, the cards never lie!”
0_o *…*
That was amazing. You have such passion that I could never know. Just, wow.
nice! :)
You DO rock! I hope you'll update your mini-autobiography every once in a while.
for what it's worth, if you google hippo horse dandy….
the name Brian Johnson still confuses me though….
Yeah! Keep those updates coming!
And keep Zaadzin' up Boulder!
You rock! I was especially moved by your 8th grade 'almost love affair'. Awww!
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I needed your story it was good for me today. It's funny how we can be so passionate about something and then one day just walk away, I think that's a great gift in life
Wow! You write so well and didnt even finish high school! You are a genius. thank you for bringing me here! I am glad to be here.
a great story Brondu - thanks for sharing it with your zaadz brothers and sisters. I too think zaadz is “the best”! Whether its brief visits or extended forays into string after string of comments - there is ALWAYS something to make the day! That is the beauty that shines through others -
And what a beautiful painting for your image!
Peace to You -
Bobbo
Thanks for welcoming me Brondu. Keep up the good work. God bless you.
This piece rocks….I loved reading it….
Was hanging w/ Aaron the other night when you texted him about your adventures….curious how it all turned out!
Peace,
Scott
The best is yet to be…love, work, life style wil come together and you'll know the sweetest of happiness. Enjoy it while it lasys.
nice. i swear this entry deserves a tag = ~ExM. ah well. thanks for sharing some our your history. looking forward for more revelation of the genius behind the lad who sleeps with a horse that looks like a hippo, but not in enumclaw…
Dude, I live in Enumclaw. Have you been here?
I envy you, I do not even know where I would begin if I had to write my own Auto. The older you get the more memories you have and the more your memories change and gets warped, it is not that I do not remember my own life, well some periods of it I really dont recall *lol* anyways well written and boy I can imagine you gave your parents hell when they forced you to move.
your's is a less ordinary story, driven by passion, focused attention and a willigness to learn, expand, transcend and include. i appreciate your straighforwardness. thanks for sharing it.
you could be having a past life link with your friend. there is a purpose why she seperated from you. if you regress yourself to your past life , you can get answers.
Rockin'; from what I read here, your path has been one of continual growth and relentless consumption of knowledge. That's one terrific way to grow a mind into the garden of self-actualization.
You met Ken Wilber?! Wow! I want to read the story that made him wish to meet you. Thanks for sharing those things about yourself. Take care.
If only she knew the error of her ways…
but then she'd be sad.
thanks for writing this.
well dont you just sound neato?
Thats an amazing story! Thanks for sharing it with us!
the games people play.
Thank you for welcoming me to this community. :) Your mini-autibigraphy is interesting :)
Hi Brondu! Thanks for welcoming me. Glad to hear your rockin in Boulder Your story is moving………Your first love has set high standards for a follow-up. Your emotions reached their highest ideal, yet you never really got to experience her flaws and she yours. A nice guy like you will find love again!
I hope your dreams come true :)
Hello there.. Thanks for inviting me.. ur narration is cool.. i enjoyed reading all the way.. all the best dear.. can u keep us posted.. i would love to hear more..
with best wishes
dhana
Brondu-Like the others, many thanks for welcoming me…I can only hope to learn and grow and help here…Your bio is awesome…You have amazing passion for someone you're age. I, too, am a lover of books, mine mostly horror fiction (Stephen King, etc.)…I am a 45-year old college student and wish I had more personal strength than what I do, but I'm getting there. Peace…….
Wow, Love and support vibes to ya! Thanks for being so younique!
Hey, thanks for letting me join in. That is one heck of a life story…Awesome! I used to work with horses a little too, with a friend.
You moved me….to feel life so completely and honestly is a gift. I hope you see the value of what you have been given and I hope you share it.
Wow, I'm inspired by you. You seem to be a very passionate, intelligent and passionate person. In this blog you have shared a lot about yoruself and that takes courage. You have helped me to realize I need to add more heart into my writing, more personality to get my points across. Thank you so much for that!
I love your blog. It is an admirable thing you share so much of yourself with us. It's an inspiration. I haven't been very active here lately, but hope to change that in future. Thank you.
Well, life has the upsite downs, but you have to perceive only the good side and enjoy it.