Your Power Week

When the lights are out, and the world lays dormant,
I think of you.
The dark night is my favorite time of day, and the night’s sky reminds me:
You are my favorite color.

The absence of familiarity is frightening.

Many people fall by the wayside just leaving their streets.
I drive out of my way to the Westbank just to be near you.

But when things are bad, we always find a way to make them worse.
Whether it’s my fear or your insecurities— or because of friends and family—we fail

I can’t help but feel so close to you.

Even when we’re so very far apart, and I mean emotionally, not just physically.
And although we are separated a considerable amount of the time that we have to give

There’s still time for us to redeem the lost daytime cell phone minutes
It’s been such a short time, and I usually wait longer before I make proposals.

If it goes good, that is, better than our past experiences.
Than you and I can work through the stress of bad credit, faith, and racism.

Now, though, the end feels like the best result.
All we have left is you telling me how to get downtown

Perhaps Austin’s city limits will lead your heart closer to Houston.

West Texas was never where I wanted to be,
At the chance you’d be there…I just wanted you near me.
That was always the problem with you and I
I just wanted to get my way

Nothing To Really Complain About

It's been a couple weeks since I last talked about posting. I'm sure something has happened that I could complain about, but at this point, why worry about it? After two years with my Samsung phone, I got an upgrade. I stayed with AT&T and got a Palm Treo 750. With my new phone came a new addition to my bill, an unlimtied PDA data and internet plan. It's nice to check my email anywhere, but I know I'll get tired of paying the $30 extra each month. I got a deal on the phone. The cost was $250 out the door. There was supposed to only be a $50 rebate. However, due to a pricing error, I got an $150 rebate. So I only paid $100 all together. I wanted to compare that to the Blackjack II, but I think I'm happy for this phone for now...and two more years. Here's what the phone looks like.



I feel cooler with my new fancy phone, I do. It's not an iPhone, but that's just too much. I can get more organized with this thing, and I don't need internet to do it. It has Windows Media to boot. Booyeah.

xxx

The Cursor's Curse

It's hard to write about my life. I suppose that's the reason for no posts in nearly a month. Not because there isn't enough to tell you about. Rather, what I want to say isn't so easy to convey. I want to write about all things I gripe about with friends and family. And, so, with nothing left to lose other than more friends, this blog will now be my bitch blog. I'm going to write about things that bug me. People, politics, religion, music, et al. No subject is taboo. If the Chinese bother me, I'm going to write about it. If AT&T bothers me today about getting a new phone, you're going to hear about it (and they are too).

No more sacred cows.

"Building A Better Me"

By Dogwood
From Building A Better Me

Superficial nature wearing thin.
I can't seem to begin.
What really do I see when I stare back at me?
As crushing time reveals my foe,
Inheriting all woe.
Solutions in the past,
Conditioned not to ask.
It's what you're meant to be,
Your name and number.
Be all that you should be.
You will recover things you haven't lost,
Because they don't see you like you think they do.
Please just become you.
"Release your fear" is what he said.
This all came to a head.
Feel cheated out of you,
Tradition follows through.
Though I can't see how this will end,
I know that you will always pull me through.
My soul went searching for a cause
But came back empty-handed.
The emptiness you see...
Building a better me.

Summer's Possibilities

Summer's Possibilities

Why is summer such an anomaly? It's the time of year that causes humans to reflect on life and become nostalgic. But summer is also a period of time that people bitterly live through only hoping for the cooler weather of fall. Summer grabs you in, and never lets you go. Once summer takes hold, you'll forget all your worries. One day, plans are made for work, school and social functions. Then another day comes with lots of laughter from children playing in the heat of the day, and it makes you think about going outside and climbing trees. Summer turns us all into children again. No other season has that effect. Summer grants us time. More time for daylight. More time for everything else. Summer lets us free ourselves from the burden of staying warm. Fewer clothes are not just mandatory; they're necessary. Summer has a way of making everything seem all right. Summer reassures us that life is meant for living. Summer has so many opportunities for improvement and growth. There's nothing like summer.

Now if I could just feel like this about every other season.

Your Questions, My Answers

Many moons ago, you all asked some questions of me. I'm ready to answer. Perhaps this summer will find some more blogging. Who knows?

Michelle said...
"So...what do you think about all these people protesting the Olympics that will be held in China?"

I sort of agree with you Michelle. When you said, "If all these people have such a problem with it, why didn't they protest it back like 8 years ago" I can agree. I find overnight activism annoying. People find things to pick on and then people jump on the bandwagon. I don't agree with how the Chinese government is treating their own people. I just find it odd that so many people are involved now. Perhaps the attention those protesters brought to the issue will help spark some change in the Communist country of China.


Jennifer said...
"What is your dream job and why?"

At this point, getting my Ph.D. and teaching would be my dream job. I would still love to be a frontman of a indie rock band. Or own a music (CD, LP, Tape) store.


Crystal said...
"Why is the word 'fart' still funny to me?"

Crystal, do I know you? If I did, I might be able to answer this question. I guess fart is funny to you because you are still somewhat easily entertained by immature humor like all of us.


auntie-ann-nola said...
"If you could change three things in your life, past or present, what would they be?"

Auntie Ann, I, like you, try not to have regrets. But I suppose three things I would change would be:

1. Got better grades in high school
2. Never have done drugs
3. Tell those whom I care about that I love them more often


linseymari said...
"Okay, how long can you hold your breath? Quick, 1-2-3 GO!!" AND "How many episodes of Saved by the Bell can you watch in one sitting?"

I'm sick. I can hold it bout 20 seconds. I could watch about 2 or 3 episodes of Saved By the Bell. Now, I could watch an entire season of Scrubs in a day. See you at the wedding this weekend.


Debbie said...
"What moves you? What depth? What drive?"

By far the toughest question to answer. God moves me, but apparently, I'm shallow waters. What drives me? I don't know. Goals I've set for myself. To please my parents. To please others. At the end of the day, though, I just want to be proud of myself. God's approval should be the first thing I seek. Sadly, I usually consider it last.

Thanks for this guys. I appreciate the participation.

Sad

Yesterday, only a couple blocks from where I was volunteering at the Carver Baptist Center Uptown in the Garden District, Guy McEwan was shot and killed around 5:00 PM. The newly-turned twenty-year-old was a victim of a senseless shooting. Supposedly, the shooting is linked to his participation and cooperation in testifying in another murder trial earlier in the week. While I'd only met Guy once or twice, it saddens me to know that this reality exists where I live. While I'm conscious of the issues on a daily basis, I can sometimes easily ignore it because I'm not affected. Well, I am now. Please, pray for families involved, and the 12th ward community. Someone mentioned to me that Guy was worried about this earlier in the week. When I was 20, I worried about not pissing my Dad off, or getting caught drinking. Seriously, how do you not worry about getting shot? What is that?

WWL has the whole story here

I'm Done Quoting Song Lyrics

I'm ready to start writing again. I cannot help feel a bit uninformed though. I have a lot to say, just don't know what to write about. So, this is where you will come in. Faithful readers, in the comments below, ask me random questions you want to know. Anything. Simple or complicated. Or ask me to write about something specific. Ask me what my favorite cereal is or who I will vote for in the upcoming election? Of course these are examples and I have already dedicated space on this blog for that, so please come up with new questions. This is up to you, the reader, however many of you are left. Thanks!

i wrote it down, and i remember

"How I Remember"
by David Bazan
Fewer Moving Parts EP

I go out in public now
More than you might think
But only after several drinks
That's how I remember
And if I see any girl
Ive ever met before
I run like Hell for the door
That's how I remember
Memory records
Selected shorts
And interpretations
Then later plays them back
As gospel fact
That's how I remember