a group blog of friends who write about their lives in the best way they know how--honestly. always trying to avoid pretension, but always trying to progress, these folk have all at one time lived in the same city. now scattered throughout the country, they try to keep in touch via one medium: to whom it may concern. this is that attempt at friendship and love. (re)ply: One guy now...
Tuesday, May 27, 2003
Saturday, May 17, 2003
Monday, May 12, 2003
At the Show
Last night we returned to the Beta Bar and caught four live acts. In order of their appearance they were: some anonymous guy, Ester Drang, the Stratford 4 and Pedro the Lion.
Each of us had discovered Pedro's music in our own special way. Since March, when we first heard about the show, we were down to go. Just for the lion.
The anonymous guy served up that well-done brand of tortured singer/songwriter type music. It's good, sure, but it seems a bit tired.
Ester Drang proved themselves worthy of the ticket price. The music was an ethereal headrush adorned with blocks, bells, a heart stirring organ, and guitars which seemed to redefine the instrument. After their performance we all admitted the awe we found ourselves in. Nothing else could be talked about. This band was phenomenal.
The Stratford 4 took the stage next. It was not so brilliant or good or worthwhile. It was like they copied certain elements of Ester Drang, but marred the similarity beyond distinction. Song after song we wanted it to end. The entire audience felt this way, looking toward the stage (or away from it) with death in our eyes. Over the blare of humiliation I said, "Put down your weapons and step away from the stage."
Then, Pedro the Lion took the stage. The crowds filled in around us. Everyone was clearly more excited about this. The first song was "Priests and Paramedics." It was nice to hear the songs live, as opposed to in stereo, but there wasn't much more to it than that. David Bazan didn't lack stage presence, but neither did he abound in it. Mind you, it was really cool, but whether or not they put on a great set is iffy. I've read reviews of Control that wondered if Bazan enjoyed what he does. Well, to answer that inquiry I saw him smile. I don't mean a sardonic smile either, but really a genuine one.
I wasn't all that disappointed with Pedro, but I wasn't blown away either. In any case, Ester Drang made the night worthwhile. It's funny to go to a show only holding expectation for one band and leaving liking the set that another put on more.
All in all, it was a night of music, some good and some bad.
Last night we returned to the Beta Bar and caught four live acts. In order of their appearance they were: some anonymous guy, Ester Drang, the Stratford 4 and Pedro the Lion.
Each of us had discovered Pedro's music in our own special way. Since March, when we first heard about the show, we were down to go. Just for the lion.
The anonymous guy served up that well-done brand of tortured singer/songwriter type music. It's good, sure, but it seems a bit tired.
Ester Drang proved themselves worthy of the ticket price. The music was an ethereal headrush adorned with blocks, bells, a heart stirring organ, and guitars which seemed to redefine the instrument. After their performance we all admitted the awe we found ourselves in. Nothing else could be talked about. This band was phenomenal.
The Stratford 4 took the stage next. It was not so brilliant or good or worthwhile. It was like they copied certain elements of Ester Drang, but marred the similarity beyond distinction. Song after song we wanted it to end. The entire audience felt this way, looking toward the stage (or away from it) with death in our eyes. Over the blare of humiliation I said, "Put down your weapons and step away from the stage."
Then, Pedro the Lion took the stage. The crowds filled in around us. Everyone was clearly more excited about this. The first song was "Priests and Paramedics." It was nice to hear the songs live, as opposed to in stereo, but there wasn't much more to it than that. David Bazan didn't lack stage presence, but neither did he abound in it. Mind you, it was really cool, but whether or not they put on a great set is iffy. I've read reviews of Control that wondered if Bazan enjoyed what he does. Well, to answer that inquiry I saw him smile. I don't mean a sardonic smile either, but really a genuine one.
I wasn't all that disappointed with Pedro, but I wasn't blown away either. In any case, Ester Drang made the night worthwhile. It's funny to go to a show only holding expectation for one band and leaving liking the set that another put on more.
All in all, it was a night of music, some good and some bad.
Saturday, May 10, 2003
Waiting In Forever And Ever
This didn’t just start
These feelings in my heart
Have we not yet met?
It’s okay, I gamble a lot, but this is a sure bet
I started writing this for another reason
Now I’m waiting for this new season
The way I feel, it’s not so new
That’s just it; I’m incomplete without you
But, I don’t know you
Previous to now, I’ve been fine; I’ve gotten through
You [will] turn my world upside down
Yesterday, today and forever; living on our cloud
I look forward to what we encounter
Little things only seem big when I’m without her
My prayer for you is the wound of my desire
May God help me as I lead us higher
Time is fleeting and days are drawing
Tomorrow is a day closer to us falling
Love abounding and joy succeeding
You and me, wife and husband, a wish worth redeeming
This didn’t just start
These feelings in my heart
Have we not yet met?
It’s okay, I gamble a lot, but this is a sure bet
I started writing this for another reason
Now I’m waiting for this new season
The way I feel, it’s not so new
That’s just it; I’m incomplete without you
But, I don’t know you
Previous to now, I’ve been fine; I’ve gotten through
You [will] turn my world upside down
Yesterday, today and forever; living on our cloud
I look forward to what we encounter
Little things only seem big when I’m without her
My prayer for you is the wound of my desire
May God help me as I lead us higher
Time is fleeting and days are drawing
Tomorrow is a day closer to us falling
Love abounding and joy succeeding
You and me, wife and husband, a wish worth redeeming
Wednesday, May 07, 2003
Senior Honors Day
Today, the Baptist College of Florida honored it's graduating seniors of spring 2003 with a fun-filled, no class, free food extravaganza, simply known as Senior Honors Day. It really wasn't all that much fun, but it was nice to not have to go to all of my classes. I still went to Old Testament and history because of lecture notes I needed to get and a test I had to take.
I am better today, than I was yesterday. The end of yesterday was just crummy and that was no fun at all. I'm just stressed and tired. Last night I taught a lesson about heaven to a couple of friends. In that, I talked about heaven being a place of rest. What a wonderful thought. After such an in-depth study, I am more anxious to get to heaven now than any other time in my Christian walk.
Since I'm fixing to graduate from college, I'm hoping to start a series for the next week and a half about what college life has been like for me. I will do seven of these, one for each semester that I've lived and gone to school in Graceville:
First Semester
-Found out what having a Christian walk was and wasn't
-Began my first process of seeking God's will for a relationship with a girl
-Encountered a "meal plan" for the first time
-Probably gained an extra 15-20 pounds
-Took college classes at a college, not high school
-Found out our college wasn't like a normal college
-Learned how to write again by taking English 100 with Dr. Carrol
-Found out college isn't as hard as everyone made it out to be
-Found out I only wanted my BA
-Figured out studying helps you pass classes
-Realized that procrastination is fun, but not the night before something is due
-Learned a new meaning to “being on your own”
-Stayed out until 5 AM and slept until 3 PM...
"I can't expel the truth. It's much more than I thought I could do. And with time my worth with stain and split your heart from my name... So drive away your mouth from my ears and waste a day. So I can think clearly..." Sleep Spent by Death Cab For Cutie from the album Something About Airplanes.
Today, the Baptist College of Florida honored it's graduating seniors of spring 2003 with a fun-filled, no class, free food extravaganza, simply known as Senior Honors Day. It really wasn't all that much fun, but it was nice to not have to go to all of my classes. I still went to Old Testament and history because of lecture notes I needed to get and a test I had to take.
I am better today, than I was yesterday. The end of yesterday was just crummy and that was no fun at all. I'm just stressed and tired. Last night I taught a lesson about heaven to a couple of friends. In that, I talked about heaven being a place of rest. What a wonderful thought. After such an in-depth study, I am more anxious to get to heaven now than any other time in my Christian walk.
Since I'm fixing to graduate from college, I'm hoping to start a series for the next week and a half about what college life has been like for me. I will do seven of these, one for each semester that I've lived and gone to school in Graceville:
First Semester
-Found out what having a Christian walk was and wasn't
-Began my first process of seeking God's will for a relationship with a girl
-Encountered a "meal plan" for the first time
-Probably gained an extra 15-20 pounds
-Took college classes at a college, not high school
-Found out our college wasn't like a normal college
-Learned how to write again by taking English 100 with Dr. Carrol
-Found out college isn't as hard as everyone made it out to be
-Found out I only wanted my BA
-Figured out studying helps you pass classes
-Realized that procrastination is fun, but not the night before something is due
-Learned a new meaning to “being on your own”
-Stayed out until 5 AM and slept until 3 PM...
"I can't expel the truth. It's much more than I thought I could do. And with time my worth with stain and split your heart from my name... So drive away your mouth from my ears and waste a day. So I can think clearly..." Sleep Spent by Death Cab For Cutie from the album Something About Airplanes.
Tuesday, May 06, 2003
Looking Forward To Yesterday
“It's ok for me to say I love you and it's ok for you to cry.” -SAS
Tonight, I was in the computer lab doing some projects for class. I heard a lot of people around me talking about what they were doing after this semester. I got sad all of a sudden. A lot of things were going through my mind. Many things actually... I had an agenda, but it failed. I wanted to tell a friend something tonight. I felt abandoned by another friend. A lot of different friend issues. Friends- who knows? A mess of confusion is I. It wasn't the fact that I'm so busy I couldn't do anything tonight or the fact that I'm stressed beyond belief. I guess it just hit me that I won't be in college anymore. I love that I won't be in school for one whole year, but I'm saddened by the fact that I won't get to see some of the people that I love everyday. This is confusing, stressing, and on top of everything I have to do this week, I don’t have the time to feel these feelings. I need guidance…
“What I'm trying to tell you my emotions are so blurred. Please, please don't give up on me. I hope you can see that I'm so afraid to be myself and speak my mind. I'm so scared that you won't like what you might find. Time keeps wasting while I look away never realizing the truth that I've locked away.” When Words Escape by Stretch Arm Strong.
“It's ok for me to say I love you and it's ok for you to cry.” -SAS
Tonight, I was in the computer lab doing some projects for class. I heard a lot of people around me talking about what they were doing after this semester. I got sad all of a sudden. A lot of things were going through my mind. Many things actually... I had an agenda, but it failed. I wanted to tell a friend something tonight. I felt abandoned by another friend. A lot of different friend issues. Friends- who knows? A mess of confusion is I. It wasn't the fact that I'm so busy I couldn't do anything tonight or the fact that I'm stressed beyond belief. I guess it just hit me that I won't be in college anymore. I love that I won't be in school for one whole year, but I'm saddened by the fact that I won't get to see some of the people that I love everyday. This is confusing, stressing, and on top of everything I have to do this week, I don’t have the time to feel these feelings. I need guidance…
“What I'm trying to tell you my emotions are so blurred. Please, please don't give up on me. I hope you can see that I'm so afraid to be myself and speak my mind. I'm so scared that you won't like what you might find. Time keeps wasting while I look away never realizing the truth that I've locked away.” When Words Escape by Stretch Arm Strong.
Monday, May 05, 2003
Breaking The Law
Batman would have been cooler if he were more like me. I mean if Bruce Wayne would have been visually impaired the whole thing would have been more interesting, especially if he couldn't drive at night. It would definetly have been trickier.
Legally, its no night driving for me, but last night I broke the law. I'd like to be able to tell you that this was only in case of an emergency, that I woke up dying and had to rush myself to the ER. I'd like to tell you that it was a close call. I'd like to tell you all of this because I enjoy lying quite terribly.
But anyway, bald face lying is out. Lying and fessing up in the same breath is the new hip thing to do. It works kind of like the 5-second rule. C'mon you try it: Comment and tell me that you thought this post was really funny or that in general you enjoy my writing. Then comment a second time and tell me that you didn't really mean what you said. It'll be a hoot! I promise.
Let's move on to the whole truth. Last night me and Donna had gone to the Supercenter. There I purchased a pair of casual shoes, a much needed new pair of jeans (God Bless Wrangler!), and the new Hootie LP for Donna. We were going back to my parents house.
Over the ride home we had listened to the cd. When we got to the house we were three tracks shy of having heard the whole album. So I suggested we drive onward. We continued down the road to Pansey. I asked her if I could drive back.
I assured her, "It's been a year since I've driven at all and three or more since I have at night." This didn't help as I hoped it would, but for whatever reason she okayed it. Before you could say, "Ring around the Chevy" I was in the driver's seat.
So then right turn after right turn for an hour I drove. Donna said I did well and that she was comfortable. I think this surprised both of us. I was perfectly calm. I think there's just something about driving with her as opposed to my dad that makes the ride smoother.
I told her that driving made me feel like more of a man. And it did. I'm glad God's brought Donna into my life, she's a good driving instructor.
Batman would have been cooler if he were more like me. I mean if Bruce Wayne would have been visually impaired the whole thing would have been more interesting, especially if he couldn't drive at night. It would definetly have been trickier.
Legally, its no night driving for me, but last night I broke the law. I'd like to be able to tell you that this was only in case of an emergency, that I woke up dying and had to rush myself to the ER. I'd like to tell you that it was a close call. I'd like to tell you all of this because I enjoy lying quite terribly.
But anyway, bald face lying is out. Lying and fessing up in the same breath is the new hip thing to do. It works kind of like the 5-second rule. C'mon you try it: Comment and tell me that you thought this post was really funny or that in general you enjoy my writing. Then comment a second time and tell me that you didn't really mean what you said. It'll be a hoot! I promise.
Let's move on to the whole truth. Last night me and Donna had gone to the Supercenter. There I purchased a pair of casual shoes, a much needed new pair of jeans (God Bless Wrangler!), and the new Hootie LP for Donna. We were going back to my parents house.
Over the ride home we had listened to the cd. When we got to the house we were three tracks shy of having heard the whole album. So I suggested we drive onward. We continued down the road to Pansey. I asked her if I could drive back.
I assured her, "It's been a year since I've driven at all and three or more since I have at night." This didn't help as I hoped it would, but for whatever reason she okayed it. Before you could say, "Ring around the Chevy" I was in the driver's seat.
So then right turn after right turn for an hour I drove. Donna said I did well and that she was comfortable. I think this surprised both of us. I was perfectly calm. I think there's just something about driving with her as opposed to my dad that makes the ride smoother.
I told her that driving made me feel like more of a man. And it did. I'm glad God's brought Donna into my life, she's a good driving instructor.
Saturday, May 03, 2003
A Long Time Ago...
So, not a lot of people have taken my quiz. This saddens me. Guilt trip? Hmm… My weekend has been pretty exciting. Not very eventful, but semi-enjoyable. Friday night I stayed up real late playing Madden Football on the Xbox. It's getting close to the end of the semester and close to the end of my season here at BCF is drawing to a close. Thus, the amount of assignments and papers I have due is getting even bigger than the weeks prior.
I have a 10-page credo for Theology due on Friday and I need to do a lesson on Heaven and teach it to someone before Monday. I have a computer test on Wednesday plus assignments on Power Point and Publisher due by Friday. Monday, I have some articles and video reviews due for my two history classes. I'm watching a movie called Napoleon for one of them and Helen of Troy for the other. Helen of Troy was a character in Greek mythology and Napoleon Bonaparte is of course the great French emperor. Watching Napoleon has spawned me to do some extra studying about him. Interesting stuff. Well, I'm about two hours into this four-hour long epic. I need to get back to paying attention. Have a good weekend kids.
To Josephine,
I arrive at Milan. I rush to your apartment. I have left everything to see you, to press you in my arms. Your husband alone is very, very unhappy.
Napoleon
So, not a lot of people have taken my quiz. This saddens me. Guilt trip? Hmm… My weekend has been pretty exciting. Not very eventful, but semi-enjoyable. Friday night I stayed up real late playing Madden Football on the Xbox. It's getting close to the end of the semester and close to the end of my season here at BCF is drawing to a close. Thus, the amount of assignments and papers I have due is getting even bigger than the weeks prior.
I have a 10-page credo for Theology due on Friday and I need to do a lesson on Heaven and teach it to someone before Monday. I have a computer test on Wednesday plus assignments on Power Point and Publisher due by Friday. Monday, I have some articles and video reviews due for my two history classes. I'm watching a movie called Napoleon for one of them and Helen of Troy for the other. Helen of Troy was a character in Greek mythology and Napoleon Bonaparte is of course the great French emperor. Watching Napoleon has spawned me to do some extra studying about him. Interesting stuff. Well, I'm about two hours into this four-hour long epic. I need to get back to paying attention. Have a good weekend kids.
To Josephine,
I arrive at Milan. I rush to your apartment. I have left everything to see you, to press you in my arms. Your husband alone is very, very unhappy.
Napoleon
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