A Post Apart
Not a lot has been going on this week. The slant of the times has skewed my ability to stay up late and sleep the next day, thus skipping classes. Our school has an attendance policy. You can miss up to 11 times, but on the 12th, you fail. The other day was number 8 for me. I cannot take any chances and that is why I am up and in class at 8:30 A.M.
This semester I have taken 21 hours, which is one more than last and I find myself not quite as busy or even as stressful as the latter. I think last semester was the most stressing time period in my entire life. These days are not too bad. Just looking to get through about 18 more days and then graduation and then working full time at an undisclosed location (undisclosed because I have no idea where yet).
Well, that’s it for such an early post. I’ll have more later, when my eye lids can stay open by themselves. I need a toothpick or tape!
"Here I stand, head in hand, turn my face to the wall. If she's gone, I can't go on, feeling two foot small. Everywhere people stare, each and every day. I can see them laugh at me, and I hear them say, 'Hey! You've got to hide your love away.'" The Beatles You've Got To Hide Your Love Away from the album Help!
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...
Wednesday, April 30, 2003
Tuesday, April 29, 2003
Bang! Two in a Row
Sometimes a blog feels like a radio show. Don't you worry. No contests or giveaways here. But lucky you, sometimes we can be as annoying as a regular home grown disc jockey. Yeah...
I'm thinking about trimming my beard like Jack Nicholson 's in Anger Management. By the way, that was a fun movie.
"Caller Nine gets a free all expense paid vacation getaway weekend to the lovely land of Graceville, Florida. This trip complete with stay at the city's welfare center and meals provided by Los Amigos. Caller Nine, c'mon..."
Sometimes a blog feels like a radio show. Don't you worry. No contests or giveaways here. But lucky you, sometimes we can be as annoying as a regular home grown disc jockey. Yeah...
I'm thinking about trimming my beard like Jack Nicholson 's in Anger Management. By the way, that was a fun movie.
"Caller Nine gets a free all expense paid vacation getaway weekend to the lovely land of Graceville, Florida. This trip complete with stay at the city's welfare center and meals provided by Los Amigos. Caller Nine, c'mon..."
Monday, April 28, 2003
Vampire Infestation
What do you call a vampire that never draws blood?
A sucker.
I was walking along the river today with Jeffrey, the local,lovable Jamaican. He calls me, "Chessie." As we strolled he asked me, "What are you chasing after?" In the tradition of his corny joke and corny jokes that abound in our christian subculture I said, "chasing only Jesus." We continued and I pondered the idea of chasing after Jesus. It made me laugh and I spoke again,"but He runs really fast. I can never catch Him."
Later after classes Donna and I rode along Sander's. Two cops stood by the road, very drunken Columbo-esque. I think something was about to go down. So I asked Donna if its law for front seat passenger's to wear their seat belt. I considered buckling up but something occured to me, "They seem pretty busy."
In other news, I've been thinking a lot about the blogosphere recently. I'm actually contemplating a hiatus from Eye Level. If I do decide that you'll see me a little more frequently. Also, I've been thinking about To Whom and its audience. There are certain people I'd rather not read us, you know like illiterate people. I mean its harsh and all but they probably wouldn't get it anyway.
"Are you an illusion? or am I just getting stoned? cause I can't take it alone." -New Radicals
What do you call a vampire that never draws blood?
A sucker.
I was walking along the river today with Jeffrey, the local,lovable Jamaican. He calls me, "Chessie." As we strolled he asked me, "What are you chasing after?" In the tradition of his corny joke and corny jokes that abound in our christian subculture I said, "chasing only Jesus." We continued and I pondered the idea of chasing after Jesus. It made me laugh and I spoke again,"but He runs really fast. I can never catch Him."
Later after classes Donna and I rode along Sander's. Two cops stood by the road, very drunken Columbo-esque. I think something was about to go down. So I asked Donna if its law for front seat passenger's to wear their seat belt. I considered buckling up but something occured to me, "They seem pretty busy."
In other news, I've been thinking a lot about the blogosphere recently. I'm actually contemplating a hiatus from Eye Level. If I do decide that you'll see me a little more frequently. Also, I've been thinking about To Whom and its audience. There are certain people I'd rather not read us, you know like illiterate people. I mean its harsh and all but they probably wouldn't get it anyway.
"Are you an illusion? or am I just getting stoned? cause I can't take it alone." -New Radicals
Sunday, April 27, 2003
"Your Words" –My Revolution
Shattered hearts fly
Broken dreams fill my sky
All I have left
Are fragments of pieces
Acting as an art of theft
It seems rather coincided for me
To show you how I feel
When all you see
Is me just as a friend
Yearning to share me and him
My wicked heart
Is the root of sin
They tell us what they want
Let’s just find somewhere alone
On our own where we can begin
Monarchs fight for nobility
With their own life’s filled with anarchy
I want to start fresh
Wash out the things that dwell
Causing confessions escaping this hell
Please don’t allow us to talk
Before I can come clean
I want to be transparent
Honestly living in my walk
For this is what I mean
Shattered hearts fly
Broken dreams fill my sky
All I have left
Are fragments of pieces
Acting as an art of theft
It seems rather coincided for me
To show you how I feel
When all you see
Is me just as a friend
Yearning to share me and him
My wicked heart
Is the root of sin
They tell us what they want
Let’s just find somewhere alone
On our own where we can begin
Monarchs fight for nobility
With their own life’s filled with anarchy
I want to start fresh
Wash out the things that dwell
Causing confessions escaping this hell
Please don’t allow us to talk
Before I can come clean
I want to be transparent
Honestly living in my walk
For this is what I mean
Friday, April 25, 2003
Senior Activities & Understanding Depravity
Wow, I’m pooped! It has been such a long day. Sorry for the lack of updates on my 1/4 of the blog. I started my day out by taking the senior exit exam. No worries here though, I couldn’t have failed it. You see, everyone who enrolls in school has to take it when they come in and then you have to take it when you graduate. Hopefully, you do better on the latter than the first. The test basically consisted of 130 multiple-choice questions about general education, theology, Bible, and a section of questions specifically devoted to your degree. So, I had a lot of psychology questions also. The point of the test is to show the administrators and professors of the school how well of a job they are doing. You can’t pass it or fail it, but if you don’t take it you don’t graduate. So, I made sure I was there. I can call after graduation to see what I made on it. Hopefully I did better this time around; otherwise it shows the skool that me gots more dumber.
Tonight, the graduating class of 2003 all joined together at Marcos Restaurant in Dothan, Alabama for our senior class banquet. I had plans to ask a member of the opposite gender, but that kind of fell through, so I went stag with my homey Sean Tanner. It was fun and there were a lot of good conversations going on at our table. It cost about $25.00 and there really wasn’t enough steak and shrimp for seconds. When I got mine, it was cold because we were the last table to go through the line. So, the money wasn’t worth it, but nevertheless, I had a good time. Toward the end of the evening, we began drawing names randomly for some prizes that they had for us. There were about 10 regular prizes and then one grand prize. Well, I bet you can’t guess whose name got drawn for the grand prize. Yep, that’s right, yours truly. I won a big stuffed dog with a cap and tassel on and a diploma in his mouth. Haha, it was funny and I was surprised that I won. Kind of awkward too, you know, caring around a big stuffed dog and all.
After the banquet was over, Sean and I walked over to the Karaoke room to see what was going on. As we walked in, some very drunk men were up movin’ and a shakin’. It was quite funny to say the least. Sean wanted to sing a song and kept persisting that I should do the same. I neglected on the notion. But, I thoroughly enjoyed his rendition of Billy Joel’s You Maybe Right. At one point, we realized that there were only guys in the room and the only women were the waitresses. Haha, we both looked at each other puzzled and asked “Do you think this is a gay karaoke bar?” Well, it wasn’t, but I have a better understanding of depravity now after spending 30 minutes there. Everybody, except us was drunk. And drunken old men, country music, and a microphone never mix. Overall, I’d have to say it was a pleasant evening…
“Lobby lines with stairs, rebuke the structure. A kiss on the hand, fades to Gods will. And i would kill to see your face..." Winter Kiss by Embodyment from the album The Narrow Scope of Things.
Wow, I’m pooped! It has been such a long day. Sorry for the lack of updates on my 1/4 of the blog. I started my day out by taking the senior exit exam. No worries here though, I couldn’t have failed it. You see, everyone who enrolls in school has to take it when they come in and then you have to take it when you graduate. Hopefully, you do better on the latter than the first. The test basically consisted of 130 multiple-choice questions about general education, theology, Bible, and a section of questions specifically devoted to your degree. So, I had a lot of psychology questions also. The point of the test is to show the administrators and professors of the school how well of a job they are doing. You can’t pass it or fail it, but if you don’t take it you don’t graduate. So, I made sure I was there. I can call after graduation to see what I made on it. Hopefully I did better this time around; otherwise it shows the skool that me gots more dumber.
Tonight, the graduating class of 2003 all joined together at Marcos Restaurant in Dothan, Alabama for our senior class banquet. I had plans to ask a member of the opposite gender, but that kind of fell through, so I went stag with my homey Sean Tanner. It was fun and there were a lot of good conversations going on at our table. It cost about $25.00 and there really wasn’t enough steak and shrimp for seconds. When I got mine, it was cold because we were the last table to go through the line. So, the money wasn’t worth it, but nevertheless, I had a good time. Toward the end of the evening, we began drawing names randomly for some prizes that they had for us. There were about 10 regular prizes and then one grand prize. Well, I bet you can’t guess whose name got drawn for the grand prize. Yep, that’s right, yours truly. I won a big stuffed dog with a cap and tassel on and a diploma in his mouth. Haha, it was funny and I was surprised that I won. Kind of awkward too, you know, caring around a big stuffed dog and all.
After the banquet was over, Sean and I walked over to the Karaoke room to see what was going on. As we walked in, some very drunk men were up movin’ and a shakin’. It was quite funny to say the least. Sean wanted to sing a song and kept persisting that I should do the same. I neglected on the notion. But, I thoroughly enjoyed his rendition of Billy Joel’s You Maybe Right. At one point, we realized that there were only guys in the room and the only women were the waitresses. Haha, we both looked at each other puzzled and asked “Do you think this is a gay karaoke bar?” Well, it wasn’t, but I have a better understanding of depravity now after spending 30 minutes there. Everybody, except us was drunk. And drunken old men, country music, and a microphone never mix. Overall, I’d have to say it was a pleasant evening…
“Lobby lines with stairs, rebuke the structure. A kiss on the hand, fades to Gods will. And i would kill to see your face..." Winter Kiss by Embodyment from the album The Narrow Scope of Things.
Tuesday, April 22, 2003
Sunday, April 20, 2003
Easter Candy Is Better Than Friends
I know, I know…
The whole Easter bunny thing has to do with the god of fertility or something.
But the candy sure is good.
When you have troubles
Biting the ears off of a chocolate rabbit seem to make it all better.
Thank God for the resurrection of Christ.
Without it, all would be lost.
No hope for anything;
Not for life
Not for peace
Not for love
Not for an after life
Not for salvation
Nothing
And, no Easter candy.
Remember, significance is relevant. Without truth, there are only lies...
I know, I know…
The whole Easter bunny thing has to do with the god of fertility or something.
But the candy sure is good.
When you have troubles
Biting the ears off of a chocolate rabbit seem to make it all better.
Thank God for the resurrection of Christ.
Without it, all would be lost.
No hope for anything;
Not for life
Not for peace
Not for love
Not for an after life
Not for salvation
Nothing
And, no Easter candy.
Remember, significance is relevant. Without truth, there are only lies...
Friday, April 18, 2003
Improving and Proving
Learning trite lessons again
Refreshed beyond exhausted restraint
I’m through living with resistance
Awkwardness abounding in this silence
Finally, I’m letting you go
Improving the relationships I already know
Loneliness invading my home
Proving that I can be alone
Telling myself things will be different
Worrying too much about self-controlling issues
Dealing with things—dumb things I’ve done
Preparing for life, as it may come
Finally, I’m letting you go
Improving the relationships I already know
Loneliness invading my home
Proving that I can be alone
(Bridge)
Today I found your key
The one that you made for me
The only thing that can open your heart
I have to give it back so that we can part
Finally, I’m letting you go
Improving the relationships I already know
Loneliness invading my home
Proving that I can be alone
Learning trite lessons again
Refreshed beyond exhausted restraint
I’m through living with resistance
Awkwardness abounding in this silence
Finally, I’m letting you go
Improving the relationships I already know
Loneliness invading my home
Proving that I can be alone
Telling myself things will be different
Worrying too much about self-controlling issues
Dealing with things—dumb things I’ve done
Preparing for life, as it may come
Finally, I’m letting you go
Improving the relationships I already know
Loneliness invading my home
Proving that I can be alone
(Bridge)
Today I found your key
The one that you made for me
The only thing that can open your heart
I have to give it back so that we can part
Finally, I’m letting you go
Improving the relationships I already know
Loneliness invading my home
Proving that I can be alone
Wednesday, April 16, 2003
A Crappy, Yet Funny Post
The internet is without a doubt a plethora of information and resources. Supposedly, if you were to go on it for your entire life, twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, you would still not be able to come across everything there is to see. Well, I've been using it for more 'meaningful' reasons lately. I often like to visit search engines and type in different things and see the results. Well, one day, I typed in my name. I found our site and a bunch of other things with my name in it. But, the funniest thing I've found has to be an interview with me. Apparently, I was arrested for protesting some animal rights thing. I seem very passionate about this, as you can tell in this interview on the site:
NC: You were on a hunger strike for about the first 30 days of your sentence. What was that like?
Jeff: Well, hunger striking isn't a joke. It's tough on the body, so one relies on the strength existing within. It was the highest mountain I've ever climbed. It's really tough to describe, but the thing I remember the most is the sheer physical weakness. Actually, the human body seeks the nutrients it would receive in food from sleep. So, I was sleeping an awful lot. Would I ever do it again? Absolutely.
I apparently want absolute freedom for all the enslaved animals of the world:
NC: What are your feelings about the animal liberation movement today, in 1997, and where do you think it is headed?
Jeff: I see, far into the future, the eventual unification of humankind and animal. This will take a lot of time and effort, but we are involved in a movement that, technically speaking, is in its infancy. There was a time when Harriet Tubman was called a fanatic, a radical, a terrorist. We now know that Harriet Tubman was, in actuality, a hero--a hero who was confident enough in her beliefs and in her will to act ethically and know that those actions were the morally right things to do...and to hell with the consequences. She stood in the face of adversity!
Go read more about my daring attempt to help the furry creatures of the world. Read the rest of the interview here.
If that sounds boring, go to Google, type your name in, and see where the internet takes you!
The internet is without a doubt a plethora of information and resources. Supposedly, if you were to go on it for your entire life, twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, you would still not be able to come across everything there is to see. Well, I've been using it for more 'meaningful' reasons lately. I often like to visit search engines and type in different things and see the results. Well, one day, I typed in my name. I found our site and a bunch of other things with my name in it. But, the funniest thing I've found has to be an interview with me. Apparently, I was arrested for protesting some animal rights thing. I seem very passionate about this, as you can tell in this interview on the site:
NC: You were on a hunger strike for about the first 30 days of your sentence. What was that like?
Jeff: Well, hunger striking isn't a joke. It's tough on the body, so one relies on the strength existing within. It was the highest mountain I've ever climbed. It's really tough to describe, but the thing I remember the most is the sheer physical weakness. Actually, the human body seeks the nutrients it would receive in food from sleep. So, I was sleeping an awful lot. Would I ever do it again? Absolutely.
I apparently want absolute freedom for all the enslaved animals of the world:
NC: What are your feelings about the animal liberation movement today, in 1997, and where do you think it is headed?
Jeff: I see, far into the future, the eventual unification of humankind and animal. This will take a lot of time and effort, but we are involved in a movement that, technically speaking, is in its infancy. There was a time when Harriet Tubman was called a fanatic, a radical, a terrorist. We now know that Harriet Tubman was, in actuality, a hero--a hero who was confident enough in her beliefs and in her will to act ethically and know that those actions were the morally right things to do...and to hell with the consequences. She stood in the face of adversity!
Go read more about my daring attempt to help the furry creatures of the world. Read the rest of the interview here.
If that sounds boring, go to Google, type your name in, and see where the internet takes you!
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