*This was issued in their weekly sales ad on Sunday.
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Friday, December 25, 2009
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Christmas Eve 2009 (The email You didn't get because I don't have your email)
Hello friends and family.
Last year was a crossroads for me. Not the kind that Robert Johnson sang about, but one that would help me decide whether to continue to write all those on my email list the annual Christmas Eve email. I decided, hopefully with your welcoming reception, to continue.
I compose this note to you from the nearly-debilitating heat of Melbourne, FL, where the high was 80 degrees today. I have not spent a Christmas anywhere else in the world other than where I grew up and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Christmas here reminds me of holidays past, and the many memories of family I have to cherish with them. Each year I get older, my heart grows a little colder and it becomes more challenging to feel the way I felt as a child, teenager or even young adult. And, in the last year of my roaring twenties, I predict this phenomenon of aging will ever increase my inability to feel carefree with indescribable amazement around Santa, the Christmas tree, and all that it represents. Nonetheless, I hold steadfast to the promise that, “Therefore the Lord himself shall give you a sign; Behold, a virgin shall conceive, and bear a son, and shall call his name Immanuel (Isaiah 7:14, KJV). It’s the only peace I can truly have, that somebody greater than myself will have a way to save me from my sin and selfishness. That verse in the book of Isaiah is foretelling of Jesus and subsequently his plan for salvation.
Christmas means many things to many people. This type of relativism is crippling when one attempts to examine the true meaning of a pagan holiday that the Romans converted for the purposes establishing church-state relations. Even with its potentially questionable roots, Christmas was thus taken from the pagans in order to create a day of celebration and remembrance for the birth of Jesus.
Without decry, however, I think most will be comfortable with the assumption that Christmas, perhaps more than any other holiday, is a time for sharing and thankfulness. “No no, Jeff,” says you. “Giving thanks is already taken by a holiday known as Thanksgiving.” I disagree. It is my opinion that Christmas represents the spirit of both giving to those who ask of you and being thankful for what one receives. I often think about what that means when I see those less fortunate than myself. Much of my year is consumed with what I want and what pleases me. It is not often I take the time to think about how lucky I am. And, I am. I really am blessed beyond belief. I shouldn’t have it this good; I’m just not that deserving. Thankfully, though, I have received an abundance of love and support. This is why I write to you.
Some of you have known me my entire life, whilst others have only known me a short while. Without hesitation or ulterior motivation, I just want to say thanks. Thank you for all that you do. This year I am thankful for my Dad’s recovery from health problems last year; for my Grandmother about to celebrate her 87th birthday; I'm thankful that both my Aunt Shirley and Aunt Linda have gone on to be with the Lord. I’m hopeful that Dennis Russell is also in a better place. These things remind me to be thankful.
As I close, I want to leave you with some thoughts better written than my own. The American poet, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, penned what would be become one of my favorite carols to be sung this time of year, “I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day.” I think it is relevant everyday but particularly has more sentiment when we think about what this time of year represents:
"I heard the bells on Christmas Day
Their old familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet
The words repeat
Of peace on earth, goodwill to men!
I thought how, as the day had come,
The belfries of all Christendom
Had rolled along
The unbroken song
Of peace on earth, goodwill to men
And in despair I bowed my head;
"There is no peace on earth," I said;
"For hate is strong,
And mocks the song
Of peace on earth, goodwill to men!"
Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
"God is not dead; nor doth he sleep!
The Wrong shall fail,
The Right prevail,
With peace on earth, goodwill to men!"
With well-wishes of Christmas and a better New Year, I love you.
Jeffery G. Watkins
Last year was a crossroads for me. Not the kind that Robert Johnson sang about, but one that would help me decide whether to continue to write all those on my email list the annual Christmas Eve email. I decided, hopefully with your welcoming reception, to continue.
I compose this note to you from the nearly-debilitating heat of Melbourne, FL, where the high was 80 degrees today. I have not spent a Christmas anywhere else in the world other than where I grew up and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Christmas here reminds me of holidays past, and the many memories of family I have to cherish with them. Each year I get older, my heart grows a little colder and it becomes more challenging to feel the way I felt as a child, teenager or even young adult. And, in the last year of my roaring twenties, I predict this phenomenon of aging will ever increase my inability to feel carefree with indescribable amazement around Santa, the Christmas tree, and all that it represents. Nonetheless, I hold steadfast to the promise that, “Therefore the Lord himself shall give you a sign; Behold, a virgin shall conceive, and bear a son, and shall call his name Immanuel (Isaiah 7:14, KJV). It’s the only peace I can truly have, that somebody greater than myself will have a way to save me from my sin and selfishness. That verse in the book of Isaiah is foretelling of Jesus and subsequently his plan for salvation.
Christmas means many things to many people. This type of relativism is crippling when one attempts to examine the true meaning of a pagan holiday that the Romans converted for the purposes establishing church-state relations. Even with its potentially questionable roots, Christmas was thus taken from the pagans in order to create a day of celebration and remembrance for the birth of Jesus.
Without decry, however, I think most will be comfortable with the assumption that Christmas, perhaps more than any other holiday, is a time for sharing and thankfulness. “No no, Jeff,” says you. “Giving thanks is already taken by a holiday known as Thanksgiving.” I disagree. It is my opinion that Christmas represents the spirit of both giving to those who ask of you and being thankful for what one receives. I often think about what that means when I see those less fortunate than myself. Much of my year is consumed with what I want and what pleases me. It is not often I take the time to think about how lucky I am. And, I am. I really am blessed beyond belief. I shouldn’t have it this good; I’m just not that deserving. Thankfully, though, I have received an abundance of love and support. This is why I write to you.
Some of you have known me my entire life, whilst others have only known me a short while. Without hesitation or ulterior motivation, I just want to say thanks. Thank you for all that you do. This year I am thankful for my Dad’s recovery from health problems last year; for my Grandmother about to celebrate her 87th birthday; I'm thankful that both my Aunt Shirley and Aunt Linda have gone on to be with the Lord. I’m hopeful that Dennis Russell is also in a better place. These things remind me to be thankful.
As I close, I want to leave you with some thoughts better written than my own. The American poet, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, penned what would be become one of my favorite carols to be sung this time of year, “I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day.” I think it is relevant everyday but particularly has more sentiment when we think about what this time of year represents:
"I heard the bells on Christmas Day
Their old familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet
The words repeat
Of peace on earth, goodwill to men!
I thought how, as the day had come,
The belfries of all Christendom
Had rolled along
The unbroken song
Of peace on earth, goodwill to men
And in despair I bowed my head;
"There is no peace on earth," I said;
"For hate is strong,
And mocks the song
Of peace on earth, goodwill to men!"
Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
"God is not dead; nor doth he sleep!
The Wrong shall fail,
The Right prevail,
With peace on earth, goodwill to men!"
With well-wishes of Christmas and a better New Year, I love you.
Jeffery G. Watkins
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Saturday, November 28, 2009
It’s Like Probability
Friars take cups for communion
Liars spew stories for deception
One is the result of sin and the other is worse
Which do I partake in most?
When words mean little
And nothing can help the cause we're gathering donations for
Intersections of life bleed over
Nowhere is there a sign for you and I to follow
Deemed too loud by you
And just too selfish to plea my innocence
You were no better but that's not how you remember
The sun of our path is too bright to stare at
With all lost today, I lose a little more tomorrow
Even my own parents have divorced me
Resume where we left off
Turned away when left emptied and broken
Sleeping in bed with a stranger
I lay awake longer to make sure I make it out without sleeping through life
I have to take steps back to meet you halfway
All I've learned is how to masquerade
And swiftly cover my tracks
Don’t diddle with the facts
Nor did I ever attack you
I just let you go so you could go
I pushed you down so you would see that I was your enemy
Playing war with girls with pigtails on monkey bars
Now you've got me frequenting too many bars
And you never let me buy your drink
I long to answer one of your questions right
Merely allowing a trivia host to control our fate
You go ahead and call me to tell me about your wedding date
I hope the sky is bright that day and your soon-to-be is better sooner than later
You deserve the best
I'll take the leftovers
Good luck with God's speed
You’ll need more than an admittance of guilt from me
Liars spew stories for deception
One is the result of sin and the other is worse
Which do I partake in most?
When words mean little
And nothing can help the cause we're gathering donations for
Intersections of life bleed over
Nowhere is there a sign for you and I to follow
Deemed too loud by you
And just too selfish to plea my innocence
You were no better but that's not how you remember
The sun of our path is too bright to stare at
With all lost today, I lose a little more tomorrow
Even my own parents have divorced me
Resume where we left off
Turned away when left emptied and broken
Sleeping in bed with a stranger
I lay awake longer to make sure I make it out without sleeping through life
I have to take steps back to meet you halfway
All I've learned is how to masquerade
And swiftly cover my tracks
Don’t diddle with the facts
Nor did I ever attack you
I just let you go so you could go
I pushed you down so you would see that I was your enemy
Playing war with girls with pigtails on monkey bars
Now you've got me frequenting too many bars
And you never let me buy your drink
I long to answer one of your questions right
Merely allowing a trivia host to control our fate
You go ahead and call me to tell me about your wedding date
I hope the sky is bright that day and your soon-to-be is better sooner than later
You deserve the best
I'll take the leftovers
Good luck with God's speed
You’ll need more than an admittance of guilt from me
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
My Life (In 200 Words)
Today, I woke up to look for tickets to a WWE event coming here to New Orleans via Ticketmaster.com. Why? Because I enjoy wrestling. Do I watch it every week? No, matter of fact, it usually seems boring (it's not like I can't watch nearly everyday if I really wanted to see it). Wrestling is as popular today as it ever has been, and yet, I long for the wrestling of the 1980's. Not because it was better per say, actually, it was a little cheesier. I just miss it. I was a child then and now I'm almost old. I rented old wrestling tapes just to get the feeling I felt then. It didn't work. I loved watching my hero, Hulk Hogan, rule the ring and always win against the bad guy. I can even still watch him (he just inked a deal with the wrestling organization Total Nonstop Action); but at 56, Terry Bollea wrestling just makes me feel bad for him. I don't care, he can do what he wants. I just don't feel certain things that I felt like I kid. Some days, feeling like a kid again would be the greatest thing I could feel.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Saturday, October 31, 2009
No Freaking Way!
The greater New Orleans area gets sublime shopping events periodically. None of which is greater than the Friends of Jefferson Parrish Public Library semi-annual book sale.
I was quite fortunate to be able to purchase the greatest selling album of all time on vinyl for a mere two American dollars. Michael Jackson - "Thriller"
It's a great record, no doubt. But the more I hear it, there is no way any other pop record beats what Rolling Stone Magazine called the "Greatest Album of All-Time": The Beatles - "Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band.
Sorry Michael.
I was quite fortunate to be able to purchase the greatest selling album of all time on vinyl for a mere two American dollars. Michael Jackson - "Thriller"
It's a great record, no doubt. But the more I hear it, there is no way any other pop record beats what Rolling Stone Magazine called the "Greatest Album of All-Time": The Beatles - "Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band.
Sorry Michael.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
David Bazan and the Quest for Truth
As much as I'd like to write a biting piece about the brilliance with which David Bazan writes and performs his songs, I do not have the time to do so. I do, however, recommend anyone wanting to know more about the song-stylist to read this article about his new album (Curse Your Branches) and why he is no longer into Theism:
Bazan (cont'd): I left church with the question in my mind — "Does God pursue us?" This was in like 2002. I thought, "OK, I understand the Gospel, but I want to find out if God pursues us." It's a very Calvinistic, God-sovereign idea. And I thought, "If this is real, if Christianity is real, I need to feel some kind of intrinsic motivation." There's this bullshit parable about a pastor who goes to a guy's house who's stopped attending church. The guy has a fire going, and so the pastor picks up with the little tongs a lump of coal, and puts it on the end of the hearth. And so they're talking and the pastor asks "Why aren't you going to church?" The guy says, "Oh, I'm just reading the Bible on my own." And so the pastor refers back to the coal that has since burned out, because it wasn’t close to the fire. And I just thought, "If there's a real mystical energy that’s coming from this being, from this belief, then the coal just has to keep burning regardless. The surrounding coals can't be the driving force keeping it alive." And when I realized that, I thought "My gosh, I've been making profound assumptions my entire life that need to be examined before I move forward." And that was basically it.
I mean, for me, I just want to get some distance. I mean, is it OK for a guy just to get some real distance? It takes years to do this. And in Christianity, the answer is, "No, because if you die tonight …" Even in C.S. Lewis's The Great Divorce, he talks about how timeline-obsessed Christians are. Christianity builds in all these motivators — you've got to figure it out now, you don't have the time. And that was one of the first things that I rejected.
[*Link to the full article by clicking the quote.]
Bazan (cont'd): I left church with the question in my mind — "Does God pursue us?" This was in like 2002. I thought, "OK, I understand the Gospel, but I want to find out if God pursues us." It's a very Calvinistic, God-sovereign idea. And I thought, "If this is real, if Christianity is real, I need to feel some kind of intrinsic motivation." There's this bullshit parable about a pastor who goes to a guy's house who's stopped attending church. The guy has a fire going, and so the pastor picks up with the little tongs a lump of coal, and puts it on the end of the hearth. And so they're talking and the pastor asks "Why aren't you going to church?" The guy says, "Oh, I'm just reading the Bible on my own." And so the pastor refers back to the coal that has since burned out, because it wasn’t close to the fire. And I just thought, "If there's a real mystical energy that’s coming from this being, from this belief, then the coal just has to keep burning regardless. The surrounding coals can't be the driving force keeping it alive." And when I realized that, I thought "My gosh, I've been making profound assumptions my entire life that need to be examined before I move forward." And that was basically it.
I mean, for me, I just want to get some distance. I mean, is it OK for a guy just to get some real distance? It takes years to do this. And in Christianity, the answer is, "No, because if you die tonight …" Even in C.S. Lewis's The Great Divorce, he talks about how timeline-obsessed Christians are. Christianity builds in all these motivators — you've got to figure it out now, you don't have the time. And that was one of the first things that I rejected.
[*Link to the full article by clicking the quote.]
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Thursday, October 01, 2009
And I think, could I do this?
http://www.babble.com/CS/blogs/strollerderby/archive/2008/04/01/6-Ways-to-Sell-Your-Baby.aspx
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Why Kanye West Is a D-bag
I hate to write about this, but apparently the entire world is stunned at Kanye West's comments to Taylor Swift after she won the ever-so relevant MTV Video Music Award for Best Female Video this past Sunday evening. Why? He constantly talks out of his ass. He is an ass! West proceeded to get on stage, grab the microphone from Swift and interrupted her acceptance speech with, "I'm sorry, but Beyoncé had one of the best videos of all time."
Really, did Kanye even watch that crap? She's shaking her ass in leotard for that stupid "if you liked it you should've put a ring on it" song. I suppose if it was a better or perhaps more innovative video, his insertion might have been valid. Yet, that video seems like it would cost no more money to make than any other video being played today. There is not anything original about it. Trust me, I've seen it. Don't get me wrong, I get why he likes it. Beyoncé is hot; the video is hot. Perhaps she even has some musical ability, but for Kanye West to say that video is one of the best of all time is just asinine. And what's worse is he had to say it during Taylor Swift's speech! That is why Kanye West is a d-bag.
Even on his blog, although he apologized which garners him a little redemption, he still spewed his crap to his musically clueless fans (yeah, that's right, if you buy his records, you have been duped):
"Beyoncé's video was the best of this decade!!!! I'm sorry to my fans if I let you guys down!!!! I'm sorry to my friends at MTV. I will apologize to Taylor 2mrw," West continued on his blog. "Welcome to the real world!!!! Everybody wanna booooo me but I'm a fan of real pop culture!!! No disrespect but we watchin' the show at the crib right now cause...well you know!!!! I'm still happy for Taylor!!!! Boooyaaawwww!!!! You are very very talented!!! I gave my awards to Outkast when they deserved it over me...That's what it is!!!!!!! I'm not crazy y'all, i'm just real. Sorry for that!!! I really feel bad for Taylor and I'm sincerely sorry!!! Much respect!!!!!"
That video is so basic, there isn't any basis for his comments. He is obviously biased toward his friend. And he claims to be real? What the hell does that have to do with anything? What's good is good. I don't recall if Kanye won any awards last night, but I'm glad he did not. Perhaps he might deserve one for a video he did this year. But because he is suck a dick, I wish him very little success.
I sound bitter, I know. I'm just annoyed that people revere a guy who seems like such a prick.
The story and picture can be found at Billboard.com
Really, did Kanye even watch that crap? She's shaking her ass in leotard for that stupid "if you liked it you should've put a ring on it" song. I suppose if it was a better or perhaps more innovative video, his insertion might have been valid. Yet, that video seems like it would cost no more money to make than any other video being played today. There is not anything original about it. Trust me, I've seen it. Don't get me wrong, I get why he likes it. Beyoncé is hot; the video is hot. Perhaps she even has some musical ability, but for Kanye West to say that video is one of the best of all time is just asinine. And what's worse is he had to say it during Taylor Swift's speech! That is why Kanye West is a d-bag.
Even on his blog, although he apologized which garners him a little redemption, he still spewed his crap to his musically clueless fans (yeah, that's right, if you buy his records, you have been duped):
"Beyoncé's video was the best of this decade!!!! I'm sorry to my fans if I let you guys down!!!! I'm sorry to my friends at MTV. I will apologize to Taylor 2mrw," West continued on his blog. "Welcome to the real world!!!! Everybody wanna booooo me but I'm a fan of real pop culture!!! No disrespect but we watchin' the show at the crib right now cause...well you know!!!! I'm still happy for Taylor!!!! Boooyaaawwww!!!! You are very very talented!!! I gave my awards to Outkast when they deserved it over me...That's what it is!!!!!!! I'm not crazy y'all, i'm just real. Sorry for that!!! I really feel bad for Taylor and I'm sincerely sorry!!! Much respect!!!!!"
That video is so basic, there isn't any basis for his comments. He is obviously biased toward his friend. And he claims to be real? What the hell does that have to do with anything? What's good is good. I don't recall if Kanye won any awards last night, but I'm glad he did not. Perhaps he might deserve one for a video he did this year. But because he is suck a dick, I wish him very little success.
I sound bitter, I know. I'm just annoyed that people revere a guy who seems like such a prick.
The story and picture can be found at Billboard.com
Friday, August 21, 2009
It's Raining Men, Hallelujah
I am currently at the library where I have come to escape the pouring rain outside. Actually, it just let up a little, but prior to glancing out the window beside me, it was storming. Louisiana is a lot like Florida in the summer. Scattered showers happen frequently throughout the day. The only problem for residents here is if the rain comes down hard for an extended amount of time. That is when the streets begin to fill up and we have standing water everywhere. Not a good situation when the city's pumps can only pump out a foot an hour or something ridiculous like that.
Well, it is official: I am living in New Orleans for another year. I actually anticipate it to be a longer stay than that, but I am obligated for at least one year. I finally found a place to live. With the help of the potentially creepy Craig's List, I met two other heterosexual males who share my love of responsibility and drinking. One is a Christian, one is not. One looks homeless, the other attends Tulane grad school. It'll be interesting. I call one "Homeless Jim" and the other "The Kid". Our house is on Bienville Avenue. It's a three-bedroom, 1,500 square feet double and our landlady lives above us. I signed my lease a week ago and have not slept there one night. I need a bed. Hopefully, that will get taken care of later today or tomorrow.
As I mentioned, I'm at the library and a woman just walked out a side door near me to, presumably, stare at the rain. The thing is, it's a glass door with several windows beside it that literally allow a viewer to see the same images from inside. A novel notion, I am aware, but apparently this woman wasn't convinced that the green was the same inside as outside. She opened the door, verbalized a "Hmm" sound, and then proceeded to leave. Marvelous.
My current vocational situation just erupted this week. I cannot go into details but it is something crazy. I am finding out all kinds of things about my boss that I did not know. For starters, she was fired, not let go, as she indicated to me. This is going to greatly effect how I do my job. But, my other supervisor assures me that things will change for the better. I hope so.
Weather update, it's back to raining men. There was a lightning strike and I just lost my droors. I'm going out to my car, lay in the backseat, and try to take a nap if the rain lets up.
It never stops raining.
Well, it is official: I am living in New Orleans for another year. I actually anticipate it to be a longer stay than that, but I am obligated for at least one year. I finally found a place to live. With the help of the potentially creepy Craig's List, I met two other heterosexual males who share my love of responsibility and drinking. One is a Christian, one is not. One looks homeless, the other attends Tulane grad school. It'll be interesting. I call one "Homeless Jim" and the other "The Kid". Our house is on Bienville Avenue. It's a three-bedroom, 1,500 square feet double and our landlady lives above us. I signed my lease a week ago and have not slept there one night. I need a bed. Hopefully, that will get taken care of later today or tomorrow.
As I mentioned, I'm at the library and a woman just walked out a side door near me to, presumably, stare at the rain. The thing is, it's a glass door with several windows beside it that literally allow a viewer to see the same images from inside. A novel notion, I am aware, but apparently this woman wasn't convinced that the green was the same inside as outside. She opened the door, verbalized a "Hmm" sound, and then proceeded to leave. Marvelous.
My current vocational situation just erupted this week. I cannot go into details but it is something crazy. I am finding out all kinds of things about my boss that I did not know. For starters, she was fired, not let go, as she indicated to me. This is going to greatly effect how I do my job. But, my other supervisor assures me that things will change for the better. I hope so.
Weather update, it's back to raining men. There was a lightning strike and I just lost my droors. I'm going out to my car, lay in the backseat, and try to take a nap if the rain lets up.
It never stops raining.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Monday, August 10, 2009
i miss you
I could recite lyrics that convey the words I feel but that is partly futile. That's the old way. I just miss you. If you think this may apply to you, rest assured, you should know that I do miss you and I am sorry.
Thursday, August 06, 2009
William Jefferson and Jeffery Watkins
Do you see the correlation between the two names at the top of this post? Perhaps there is no real relationship. But, if you're not knowledgeable of Louisiana politics, William Jefferson was found convicted on 11 of 16 counts against him; not limited to bribery, racketeering, and using his office to broker deals in Africa. (I previously wrote about this a couple years ago.) Like the former Congressman, I was found guilty of being deceitful and unfaithful to a friend. William Jefferson will go to jail for more than ten years and have to give back half a million dollars he acquired from his dealings. I was sentenced to not being able to know someone I care dearly about.
I wonder which will be worse? His jail time or mine?
I wonder which will be worse? His jail time or mine?
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
A Place To LIve
I found this ad on Craig's List and I responded because I love this part of town. Hilairity insues:
Original Ad
My current roommate will be moving out on the 15th of August. This house is right behind Dibert Elementary and down the street from Parkview Tavern, Delgado , Bud's Broiler and City Park. I am currently seeking a clean, quiet, and amicable female roommate. The apartment is completely furnished (besides your room, of course) so, someone with minimal furniture is ideal. the photos attached do not show the furnishings (sorry!).The bedrooms are separate, and I pretty much keep to myself, so you wont see me very often. I am not home during the day, so the place is pretty much yours from 7am to 5pm. Water and electric are included, $40 for wifi and directv. If you have a wifi card its only $20 to split the directv bill. as you can see, washer and dryer are provided, and the backyard is a great spot for coffee in the morning. The security deposit can be made in 2 payments.
I am:
26 yr old professional
clean, quiet, and love to cook
outside smoker
You are:
female
whatever age but responsible
clean, quiet, pay your bills on time
My First Response
Hello,
Are you strictly looking for a female roommate? I'm 29, responsible, not creepy, and I have a full time job, to boot. I love that part of town and not a lot is available. I had some friends that swore they were ready to get a place but not they cannot make rent. I live on campus and cannot stay any longer due to that I graduated (Masters Degree) and am no longer affiliated with the school in any way.
Let me know if you're open to options. I'd be able to pay rent and deposit and I will not ask you to sign a courier check.
Her Reply
Hi Jeff! you sound like quite a guy! unfortunately I can only have either gay males or straight females. my boyfriend is a little nervous about straight men and straight women staying together.
*Quick post script sent immediately
unless you're a gay. because if you are, we can totally do this.
My Quip
What if I said that I was a non-practicing gay male with reoccurring heterosexual tendencies?
Haha. I understand. Thanks anyway.
Her Reply
ahah! i like your personality! too bad. can you pretend to be gay?
Realism is setting in
How much is the rent again? I could pretend but the rent is probably high to fake it every time your boyfriend is around.
Well, now, we've talked a little more. And I am meeting her and I might have a place to live.
Original Ad
My current roommate will be moving out on the 15th of August. This house is right behind Dibert Elementary and down the street from Parkview Tavern, Delgado , Bud's Broiler and City Park. I am currently seeking a clean, quiet, and amicable female roommate. The apartment is completely furnished (besides your room, of course) so, someone with minimal furniture is ideal. the photos attached do not show the furnishings (sorry!).The bedrooms are separate, and I pretty much keep to myself, so you wont see me very often. I am not home during the day, so the place is pretty much yours from 7am to 5pm. Water and electric are included, $40 for wifi and directv. If you have a wifi card its only $20 to split the directv bill. as you can see, washer and dryer are provided, and the backyard is a great spot for coffee in the morning. The security deposit can be made in 2 payments.
I am:
26 yr old professional
clean, quiet, and love to cook
outside smoker
You are:
female
whatever age but responsible
clean, quiet, pay your bills on time
My First Response
Hello,
Are you strictly looking for a female roommate? I'm 29, responsible, not creepy, and I have a full time job, to boot. I love that part of town and not a lot is available. I had some friends that swore they were ready to get a place but not they cannot make rent. I live on campus and cannot stay any longer due to that I graduated (Masters Degree) and am no longer affiliated with the school in any way.
Let me know if you're open to options. I'd be able to pay rent and deposit and I will not ask you to sign a courier check.
Her Reply
Hi Jeff! you sound like quite a guy! unfortunately I can only have either gay males or straight females. my boyfriend is a little nervous about straight men and straight women staying together.
*Quick post script sent immediately
unless you're a gay. because if you are, we can totally do this.
My Quip
What if I said that I was a non-practicing gay male with reoccurring heterosexual tendencies?
Haha. I understand. Thanks anyway.
Her Reply
ahah! i like your personality! too bad. can you pretend to be gay?
Realism is setting in
How much is the rent again? I could pretend but the rent is probably high to fake it every time your boyfriend is around.
Well, now, we've talked a little more. And I am meeting her and I might have a place to live.
Monday, July 27, 2009
The New Reformation
Sometime back, a friend showed me a potential position that she found online and thought I'd be ideal for. Turns out, she was wrong. Oh yeah, it was for an education job at a Catholic church.
My email:
Hello,
My name is Jeff Watkins. I saw a vocational position open on the Archdiocese of New Orleans' website that I was interested in learning more about. I do feel, however, that I am not necessarily qualified. You see, I am not Catholic, but Protestant (and a Baptist, to boot). But, I do possess an MA in Christian Education from the New Orleans Baptist Theological Seminary and this position interests me greatly. Please let me know if the differences in where we sit on the Reformation hinders me from applying for this position.
Thank you.
Jeff Watkins
His Reply
Some months ago I listed a Director of Religious Education position for Our Lady of Prompt Succor Parish in Westwego. The position has been filled since SEPT 08.
By the way- for future reference- any position in the Catholic Church that deals with teaching or organizing the religious education programs of the Catholic Church at any level would require a fully qualified Catholic with credentials and experience in Catholic Religious Education.
May God continue to inspire you to the fullness of light and truth!
Father Ed
Rev. Edward M. Grice
Pastor
OLPS Parish
My email:
Hello,
My name is Jeff Watkins. I saw a vocational position open on the Archdiocese of New Orleans' website that I was interested in learning more about. I do feel, however, that I am not necessarily qualified. You see, I am not Catholic, but Protestant (and a Baptist, to boot). But, I do possess an MA in Christian Education from the New Orleans Baptist Theological Seminary and this position interests me greatly. Please let me know if the differences in where we sit on the Reformation hinders me from applying for this position.
Thank you.
Jeff Watkins
His Reply
Some months ago I listed a Director of Religious Education position for Our Lady of Prompt Succor Parish in Westwego. The position has been filled since SEPT 08.
By the way- for future reference- any position in the Catholic Church that deals with teaching or organizing the religious education programs of the Catholic Church at any level would require a fully qualified Catholic with credentials and experience in Catholic Religious Education.
May God continue to inspire you to the fullness of light and truth!
Father Ed
Rev. Edward M. Grice
Pastor
OLPS Parish
Friday, July 24, 2009
How I Spent My Summer
With the end of July looming and summer's end in sight, I figured I would update this blog of mine.
End of May started well. I don't know what happened. Oh yeah, I saw Death Cab For Cutie at the CAC in New Orleans. Awesome.
In early June, I got to experience a WWE pay-per-view for the first time in real life! WWE Extreme Rules! Originally purchased a ticket for a floor seat ($75) then found a friend who wanted to go, bought a cheaper seat ($35), and then went to the event and scalped my ticket ($100). I'm the worst ticket scalper. I need to keep my capitalism online. I cannot see the faces of the folk I rip off. It haunts me.
My aunt died a few days before my birthday. Even though that sucked, I got to see my parents (whom I haven't seen since Christmas 08) and the rest of my family I have not seen in a while. All they could do was talk about was my hair. Pssshh... The amazing thing was I left New Orleans on a Sunday at 3 PM. I got to Ocala, FL at midnight. Got up, drove to Bartow. Went to two funerals (another pseudo relative died the day after my aunt). Left Bartow around 3 PM for NOLA. Made it back by 3 AM the next morning. It was 1400 miles in 36 hours. Pretty damn impressive, no?
Had one of the crappiest birthdays of my life. And, yes, it was mostly my fault. Got to see Drea, Amanda and Chrissy and go gambling.
July was mostly a month of working. Andrea and I went to Fort Walton Beach, FL, Dothan, AL, and Tallahassee, FL for the 4th of July. It was a blast. We had a lot of fun and I got to show her where I spent half of my twenties.
The rest of July has been a bore. I just work. I need to get a new job. But first I have to move off campus. If you live in New Orleans (or the surrounding area) and can swing $350 a month, you can live with me and Jason in Lakeview.
Until another three months go by...
End of May started well. I don't know what happened. Oh yeah, I saw Death Cab For Cutie at the CAC in New Orleans. Awesome.
In early June, I got to experience a WWE pay-per-view for the first time in real life! WWE Extreme Rules! Originally purchased a ticket for a floor seat ($75) then found a friend who wanted to go, bought a cheaper seat ($35), and then went to the event and scalped my ticket ($100). I'm the worst ticket scalper. I need to keep my capitalism online. I cannot see the faces of the folk I rip off. It haunts me.
My aunt died a few days before my birthday. Even though that sucked, I got to see my parents (whom I haven't seen since Christmas 08) and the rest of my family I have not seen in a while. All they could do was talk about was my hair. Pssshh... The amazing thing was I left New Orleans on a Sunday at 3 PM. I got to Ocala, FL at midnight. Got up, drove to Bartow. Went to two funerals (another pseudo relative died the day after my aunt). Left Bartow around 3 PM for NOLA. Made it back by 3 AM the next morning. It was 1400 miles in 36 hours. Pretty damn impressive, no?
Had one of the crappiest birthdays of my life. And, yes, it was mostly my fault. Got to see Drea, Amanda and Chrissy and go gambling.
July was mostly a month of working. Andrea and I went to Fort Walton Beach, FL, Dothan, AL, and Tallahassee, FL for the 4th of July. It was a blast. We had a lot of fun and I got to show her where I spent half of my twenties.
The rest of July has been a bore. I just work. I need to get a new job. But first I have to move off campus. If you live in New Orleans (or the surrounding area) and can swing $350 a month, you can live with me and Jason in Lakeview.
Until another three months go by...
Monday, May 04, 2009
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Elite
So, just to inform those of you who do not communicate with me verbally or textually, I did not gain acceptance to either Rice University or the University of Louisville. This means that the crossroads I am at is bigger than I imagined.
As I sit with a ton of books around me, I wonder, "Does philosophy dictate the style of architecture, or is it the other way around?"
My life is nothing but a gamble. And I usually win.
Perhaps this time is different.
Do I teach? Do another Masters? What if I am supposed to be nothing but just be?
"Wisest is she who knows she does not know..." -- Socrates
As I sit with a ton of books around me, I wonder, "Does philosophy dictate the style of architecture, or is it the other way around?"
My life is nothing but a gamble. And I usually win.
Perhaps this time is different.
Do I teach? Do another Masters? What if I am supposed to be nothing but just be?
"Wisest is she who knows she does not know..." -- Socrates
Monday, March 30, 2009
I Need Some Time
Song lyrics, poems, and the sentiments written by others are the most useful things I possess. Matter of fact, I will make a career of it. By doing research and reading other people's words, I will somehow tell others what these men and women meant in their writings. Nuancing those thoughts in such a way to come up with a semi-new idea, I will publish it; for this is a doctoral dissertation. I am not there yet. I may never get there. But as the last several posts of songs have indicated, it's all I've got now. It's sort of ironic: I will write a lot in my life and now, when the written word matters most, I have very few thoughts to convey.
I need a break. A break from all the brokenness. Truth be told, all the disaster I experience in life comes from these two hands. Wiser men have said the things I echo. Here is where my heart is and here it shall stay. If you want to keep in touch with me, you know how. I suppose I already keep in touch with those who matter most anyway. Most of my words here have been written to showcase my so-called intellect or to boast about my ability to capitalize on people unaware of deals by selling them reduced cost items on the web. I cannot come up with anything original. I have failed my doctoral dissertation defense.
Of all the people no longer in my life, the ones that felt like they had to leave, I always viewed their actions as their own choosing of the consequent. Now, I know, I was the one who alienated them. Misfortune is not the enemy, nor is misused intention. The true killer of life and love is a lack of concern for somebody else. I have killed before and I may kill again.
Andrea once left a package of disposable douche on my car and laughed at the intended humor (because I often joked about being such a thing). She was right, though. I am a douche. That's it. I should not have taken offense at the time but merely laughed like she did at first. A leopard cannot change his spots now can he? Given a chance to prove I'm not a spotted-creature, what do I do? I do nothing. Or, rather, I do the exact same thing that one may predict for me to do. Chase told me being predictable isn’t a crime. So, I attest that a leopard cannot change his spots.
At the end of the day, I never profess to be perfect. Hell, I never really try to be perfect. But, therein lies the dilemma. As the old King James Bible says, "Be ye perfect, as I am perfect." Even though humanity fails, the measure of a person is in the attempt, not necessarily the victory. If I had shown one iota of compassion to the many people who chose to love me, I might still be able to rely on them. I have learned more about Christianity from people who really didn't claim to be Christians.
These are the words that currently resonate within my heart:
Death Cab For Cutie - "We're not the same, dear, as we used to be. The seasons have changed and so have we. There was little we could say and even less that we could do. To stop the ice from getting thinner under me and you." ("The Ice Is Getting Thinner")
Jeremiah 17:9 - "The heart is deceitful above all things, and it is exceedingly corrupt: who can know it?" (Bible, American Standard Version)
Pedro The Lion - "My old man always swore that Hell would have no flames. Just a front row seat to watch your true love pack her things, and drive away." ("The Poison")
Postal Service - "You seem so out of context in this gaudy apartment complex. A stranger with your door key explaining that I am just visiting. And, I am finally seeing why I was the one worth leaving." ("The District Sleeps Alone Tonight")
The Juliana Theory - "Everything I have in mind, it begins to fade away. I searched for it and I longed for it and now I know it's gone. Everything has slipped away. And I'm so overwhelmed. Everything that rests upon my shoulders fell. I would like to tell anyone who has depended on me for themselves, I'm sorry. And everyone I've held in my arms, I believed I've pushed away. I would be there if I could be there.
But as it stands, I'm gone. Everyone has slipped away. Don't be overwhelmed. Everyone that loved me more than I could tell, I'm sorry. There's a private Hell for anyone who lives to only love themselves. Everyone has slipped away. Everyone has slipped away. Everyone has slipped away. Everything has slipped away. ("As It Stands")
Give up, Jeff.
I need a break. A break from all the brokenness. Truth be told, all the disaster I experience in life comes from these two hands. Wiser men have said the things I echo. Here is where my heart is and here it shall stay. If you want to keep in touch with me, you know how. I suppose I already keep in touch with those who matter most anyway. Most of my words here have been written to showcase my so-called intellect or to boast about my ability to capitalize on people unaware of deals by selling them reduced cost items on the web. I cannot come up with anything original. I have failed my doctoral dissertation defense.
Of all the people no longer in my life, the ones that felt like they had to leave, I always viewed their actions as their own choosing of the consequent. Now, I know, I was the one who alienated them. Misfortune is not the enemy, nor is misused intention. The true killer of life and love is a lack of concern for somebody else. I have killed before and I may kill again.
Andrea once left a package of disposable douche on my car and laughed at the intended humor (because I often joked about being such a thing). She was right, though. I am a douche. That's it. I should not have taken offense at the time but merely laughed like she did at first. A leopard cannot change his spots now can he? Given a chance to prove I'm not a spotted-creature, what do I do? I do nothing. Or, rather, I do the exact same thing that one may predict for me to do. Chase told me being predictable isn’t a crime. So, I attest that a leopard cannot change his spots.
At the end of the day, I never profess to be perfect. Hell, I never really try to be perfect. But, therein lies the dilemma. As the old King James Bible says, "Be ye perfect, as I am perfect." Even though humanity fails, the measure of a person is in the attempt, not necessarily the victory. If I had shown one iota of compassion to the many people who chose to love me, I might still be able to rely on them. I have learned more about Christianity from people who really didn't claim to be Christians.
These are the words that currently resonate within my heart:
Death Cab For Cutie - "We're not the same, dear, as we used to be. The seasons have changed and so have we. There was little we could say and even less that we could do. To stop the ice from getting thinner under me and you." ("The Ice Is Getting Thinner")
Jeremiah 17:9 - "The heart is deceitful above all things, and it is exceedingly corrupt: who can know it?" (Bible, American Standard Version)
Pedro The Lion - "My old man always swore that Hell would have no flames. Just a front row seat to watch your true love pack her things, and drive away." ("The Poison")
Postal Service - "You seem so out of context in this gaudy apartment complex. A stranger with your door key explaining that I am just visiting. And, I am finally seeing why I was the one worth leaving." ("The District Sleeps Alone Tonight")
The Juliana Theory - "Everything I have in mind, it begins to fade away. I searched for it and I longed for it and now I know it's gone. Everything has slipped away. And I'm so overwhelmed. Everything that rests upon my shoulders fell. I would like to tell anyone who has depended on me for themselves, I'm sorry. And everyone I've held in my arms, I believed I've pushed away. I would be there if I could be there.
But as it stands, I'm gone. Everyone has slipped away. Don't be overwhelmed. Everyone that loved me more than I could tell, I'm sorry. There's a private Hell for anyone who lives to only love themselves. Everyone has slipped away. Everyone has slipped away. Everyone has slipped away. Everything has slipped away. ("As It Stands")
Give up, Jeff.
Monday, March 16, 2009
"Sing Again"
It was not tricky to enjoy
A cigarette in hand was the key to understanding
To seek out and to destroy
The mindless oversights
A string of faithless nights
We sing again
Sing together with quiet eyes
I'd lower my chin to my chest
I thought that would be best
Another pattern of the bricks
Bundles of cells dividing
And South Dakota driving
The very darkest, dirty tricks
If we still cared at all we'd send a battle call
We sing again
Sing together with firey eyes
A rangle alive in our chests
No this is not a test
Let's sing again
Sing together without disguise
Let's raise up a song in unrest
I think that would be best
Here's to poison
You will hear the noises
You will feel the breaking
It's all yours for the taking
A life packed full of mindless joy
It is not easy to enjoy
Chris Walla, from Field Manuel
A cigarette in hand was the key to understanding
To seek out and to destroy
The mindless oversights
A string of faithless nights
We sing again
Sing together with quiet eyes
I'd lower my chin to my chest
I thought that would be best
Another pattern of the bricks
Bundles of cells dividing
And South Dakota driving
The very darkest, dirty tricks
If we still cared at all we'd send a battle call
We sing again
Sing together with firey eyes
A rangle alive in our chests
No this is not a test
Let's sing again
Sing together without disguise
Let's raise up a song in unrest
I think that would be best
Here's to poison
You will hear the noises
You will feel the breaking
It's all yours for the taking
A life packed full of mindless joy
It is not easy to enjoy
Chris Walla, from Field Manuel
"Lullaby"
The sun shines and leaves blow
And my hope like autumn is turning brown
And I know it seems like I'm always falling down
But it does not matter to me
Although it seems like it should
It's because I know I'm understood when I hear Him say,
"Rest in me littleDavid Jeffery
And dry all your tears
You can lay down your armor
And have no fear
Cause I'm always here
When you're tired of running
And I'm all the strength that you need"
It's uphill both ways
Tomorrow I swear I won't act this way
And I know it seems like that is what I always say
But it does not matter to me
Although it seems like it should
It's because I know I'm understood when I hear Him say,
"Rest in me littleDavid Jeffery
And dry all your tears
You can lay down your armor
And have no fear
Cause I'm always here
When you're tired of running
And I'm all the strength that you need"
You know I want to be like Jesus
But it seems so very far away
When will I learn to obey
By Pedro The Lion, from Whole EP
And my hope like autumn is turning brown
And I know it seems like I'm always falling down
But it does not matter to me
Although it seems like it should
It's because I know I'm understood when I hear Him say,
"Rest in me little
And dry all your tears
You can lay down your armor
And have no fear
Cause I'm always here
When you're tired of running
And I'm all the strength that you need"
It's uphill both ways
Tomorrow I swear I won't act this way
And I know it seems like that is what I always say
But it does not matter to me
Although it seems like it should
It's because I know I'm understood when I hear Him say,
"Rest in me little
And dry all your tears
You can lay down your armor
And have no fear
Cause I'm always here
When you're tired of running
And I'm all the strength that you need"
You know I want to be like Jesus
But it seems so very far away
When will I learn to obey
By Pedro The Lion, from Whole EP
Sunday, March 15, 2009
"Kill"
Well, you're just across the street
Looks a mile to my feet
I want to go to you
Funny how I'm nervous still
I've always been the easy kill
I guess I always will
Could it be that everything goes 'round by chance? (chance?)
Or only one way that it was always meant to be (be)
You kill me, you always know the perfect thing to say (hey hey, hey hey)
I know what I should do, but I just can't walk away
I can picture your face well
From the bar in my hotel
I wish I'd go to you
I pick up put down the phone
Like your favorite Heatmeiser song goes
It's just like being alone
Oh God, please don't tell me this has been in vain (vain)
I need answers for what all the waiting I've done means (means)
You kill me, you've got some nerve, but can't face your mistakes (hey hey, hey hey)
I know what I should do, but I just can't turn away
So go on love
Leave while there's still hope for escape
Got to take what you can these days
There's so much ahead
So much regret
I know what you want to say
(Know what you want to say)
I know it but can't help feeling differently
I loved you, and I should have said it
But tell me just what has it ever meant
I can't help it baby, this is who I am (am)
Sorry, but I can't just go turn off how I feel (feel)
You kill me, you build me up, but just to watch me break (hey hey, hey hey)
I know what I should do, but I just can't walk away
by Jimmy Eat World, from Futures
Looks a mile to my feet
I want to go to you
Funny how I'm nervous still
I've always been the easy kill
I guess I always will
Could it be that everything goes 'round by chance? (chance?)
Or only one way that it was always meant to be (be)
You kill me, you always know the perfect thing to say (hey hey, hey hey)
I know what I should do, but I just can't walk away
I can picture your face well
From the bar in my hotel
I wish I'd go to you
I pick up put down the phone
Like your favorite Heatmeiser song goes
It's just like being alone
Oh God, please don't tell me this has been in vain (vain)
I need answers for what all the waiting I've done means (means)
You kill me, you've got some nerve, but can't face your mistakes (hey hey, hey hey)
I know what I should do, but I just can't turn away
So go on love
Leave while there's still hope for escape
Got to take what you can these days
There's so much ahead
So much regret
I know what you want to say
(Know what you want to say)
I know it but can't help feeling differently
I loved you, and I should have said it
But tell me just what has it ever meant
I can't help it baby, this is who I am (am)
Sorry, but I can't just go turn off how I feel (feel)
You kill me, you build me up, but just to watch me break (hey hey, hey hey)
I know what I should do, but I just can't walk away
by Jimmy Eat World, from Futures
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Ticket To Ride
I think I'm gonna be sad,
I think it's today, yeah.
The girl that's driving me mad,
Is going away.
She's got a ticket to ride,
She's got a ticket to ride,
She's got a ticket to ride, but she don't care.
She said that living with me,
Is bringing her down, yeah.
For she would never be free when I was around.
She's got a ticket to ride,
She's got a ticket to ride,
She's got a ticket to ride, but she don't care.
I don't know why she's riding so high,
She ought to think twice,
She ought to do right by me.
I think I'm gonna be sad,
I think it's today, yeah.
The girl that's driving me mad,
Is going away.
She's got a ticket to ride,
She's got a ticket to ride,
She's got a ticket to ride, but she don't care.
I don't know why she's riding so high,
She ought to think twice,
She ought to do right by me.
Before she gets to saying goodbye,
She ought to think twice,
She ought to do right by me.
She said that living with me,
Is bringing her down, yeah.
For she would never be free when I was around.
The Beatles, from Help!
I think it's today, yeah.
The girl that's driving me mad,
Is going away.
She's got a ticket to ride,
She's got a ticket to ride,
She's got a ticket to ride, but she don't care.
She said that living with me,
Is bringing her down, yeah.
For she would never be free when I was around.
She's got a ticket to ride,
She's got a ticket to ride,
She's got a ticket to ride, but she don't care.
I don't know why she's riding so high,
She ought to think twice,
She ought to do right by me.
I think I'm gonna be sad,
I think it's today, yeah.
The girl that's driving me mad,
Is going away.
She's got a ticket to ride,
She's got a ticket to ride,
She's got a ticket to ride, but she don't care.
I don't know why she's riding so high,
She ought to think twice,
She ought to do right by me.
Before she gets to saying goodbye,
She ought to think twice,
She ought to do right by me.
She said that living with me,
Is bringing her down, yeah.
For she would never be free when I was around.
The Beatles, from Help!
Friday, March 13, 2009
"When Sorrow Falls"
It's okay for me to say I love you
And it's okay for you to cry
The sorrow that you are feeling you should not deny
So why is it so trying to express the way I feel?
Just one moment you steal
Just one moment
Just one
Just one moment
Just one
Just one moment you steal
I still care and I still feel
Time and again
It's all too real
Separate and detache myself
I was running from all the pain I felt
I wasquestioning the way I am and the things with which I've dealt
Somewhere in the foothills of my mind
I know my ways just aren't right
They're not right
So I'll shrug it off and wear a grin
I'll carry on and just pretend
I still care
I still feel
Time and again it's all too real
by Stretch Arm Strong, from Rituals of Life
And it's okay for you to cry
The sorrow that you are feeling you should not deny
So why is it so trying to express the way I feel?
Just one moment you steal
Just one moment
Just one
Just one moment
Just one
Just one moment you steal
I still care and I still feel
Time and again
It's all too real
Separate and detache myself
I was running from all the pain I felt
I wasquestioning the way I am and the things with which I've dealt
Somewhere in the foothills of my mind
I know my ways just aren't right
They're not right
So I'll shrug it off and wear a grin
I'll carry on and just pretend
I still care
I still feel
Time and again it's all too real
by Stretch Arm Strong, from Rituals of Life
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Just In Case You're Not Affected By The Economic Crisis
I never check the links I list on my blog. It has been so long since I've read any one's words. I did, however, recently realize that my own information was incorrect. I have been selling my stuff (and now mostly items I buy at reduced prices) on Amazon.com via the Marketplace for nearly six years. I sell books, DVDs, Cd's, etc. If you get a hankering for something and just want to spend some money, see if I have it. I'll even cut you a break if you're a friend. At some point, Amazon gave me my own store-personalized address. Perhaps everyone receives their own store now, but I know one used to be required to purchase a store. The link to my store was previously this long address convoluted with letters, numbers and a plethora of backslashes. Now, it is the very simple:
http://www.amazon.com/shops/punkboy11
Please stop by, I just may have what you always wanted. Or, just splurge and help me out.
P.S. I just lowered the price on nearly everything I'm selling.
http://www.amazon.com/shops/punkboy11
Please stop by, I just may have what you always wanted. Or, just splurge and help me out.
P.S. I just lowered the price on nearly everything I'm selling.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
These Are Not The Basketball Diaries
Oft I dream of grander times. I look at my accomplishments and realize I have not accomplished that much. I want to finish more than a pack of cigarettes. I want to be known... Not by the masses, but by the people who matter most to me. I want a lot. I probably want too much. Fame and fortune they are not. Time leaves me when I least expect it to. Rather, he isn't the one who stopped. I have quit. Given up. Finished. Something, sometimes, gets in my way. Memories are like obstacles. It's like a car trying to pass a parade. Even though city lights give way to country floods, I change the light bulbs anyway. Either way, I have another day. Another chance. A shot in the dark. Sparking. Restlessness is wrestled with by people who need help. I need it. Help. I need more than just a simple solution. No more restitution. Don't give me money because I took your place. Take what you want, but by legal means, please. Don't change your mind. Forget what you once thought was wise. I used to quote rappers as if they were Greek philosophers. I want to be Greek. But I got a D in the introductory course. Don't go to Greece. Don't play in the streets. Don't buy into this whole freedom scene. East goes east for the rest of the distance. Stars seem brighter when you are closer. Hollywood is just one place were movies are made. Virtuosity is far worse among those who practice a lot. Don't confuse this allotment for something more. A time or a spatial tenure, measured by means. Work. Live. Lye. Lay. Look. Don't back up. Tree trunks are in now. Forgive what you once thought. Lost little lessons. I don't know why. I just don't know. Why? Why what? Police truck. Don't get drunk. Don't sin. Be perfect. Never win. Exclaim the beauty. Repress the weak. Turn your last cheek. Deposit more money so you never run out. If money is worth having, don't waste it all. Collections rule. Depression, too. Laid down by the walls too heavy to hold above your head. Don't dread the dead. You know what? Dreamless nights are still a goodnight's sleep.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
My Mind Says No, But My Body Says Yes
I don't want to come here ever again. It is such a mind numbing chore to blog. Who blogs anymore? I hear about these so-called bloggers who shape news and inform the public. If you have a web log that has been around for as long as To Whom, then you can say something. I read so much crap on the internet. So much pretentious fluff about God knows what. Who cares, really?
An update on my life:
I want to start blogging more frequently again.
Realization:
What did I just say?
Confession:
I sort of miss having a place to air grievances and share my life. I think I need to just stop being pretentious and treat this thing like what it ought to be, not what it could be. I am not a reporter. I am Jeff and this is my life.
Currently:
I graduated in December. I am still working for the Magnolia School in old Jefferson, Louisiana and living in New Orleans. This May will mark two years of employment.
Also, I am applying to Ph.D. programs now. Right now, working on stuff for Rice University and University of Louisville (in the areas of Religious Studies and Humanities, respectively). I also have been corresponding with the chair of the Religious Studies department at Brown University. I have missed the deadline to apply, but they have some unique things there that might be worth the investment of five more years in school. Why do I do this to myself?
Love and death,
Jeff
An update on my life:
I want to start blogging more frequently again.
Realization:
What did I just say?
Confession:
I sort of miss having a place to air grievances and share my life. I think I need to just stop being pretentious and treat this thing like what it ought to be, not what it could be. I am not a reporter. I am Jeff and this is my life.
Currently:
I graduated in December. I am still working for the Magnolia School in old Jefferson, Louisiana and living in New Orleans. This May will mark two years of employment.
Also, I am applying to Ph.D. programs now. Right now, working on stuff for Rice University and University of Louisville (in the areas of Religious Studies and Humanities, respectively). I also have been corresponding with the chair of the Religious Studies department at Brown University. I have missed the deadline to apply, but they have some unique things there that might be worth the investment of five more years in school. Why do I do this to myself?
Love and death,
Jeff
Thursday, January 08, 2009
Enough with the 'Happy New Years' Already!
Okay, I know I'm too cynical at times. But it's the 8th of January. It has been the new year for like eight days now! I am tired of people wishing me a happy new year so far after the fact. If I wasn't fortunate enough to see you on the 31st, 1st, or 2nd, my apologies. If you want move beyond well-wishes and actually help me have a good 2009, just don't be a douche bag.
Thank you.
Thank you.
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