My Afternoon To Remember

It has been said that 'haste makes waste'. I can attest to that. As I was running to my car in the rain, I attempted to open the door quickly, and upon entering, I rammed my chin into the top corner of the door. I got in my car, and grabbed my chin, as agony had already set in. As soon as I removed my hand, blood began to run down my chin. It's a sizable chunk, you know, missing from my chin. It is not deep enough for stitches. It really looks worse than it is. I just feel ridiculous for running into my own car door.

Power

I am still in north Louisiana (it's actually Bastrop, not Monroe). I am in close proximity to Arkansas. I moved to NOLA to escape small country towns like this. My work is leaving tomorrow but I'm in limbo because my place is still without power..

The Bastard Son of Katrina

It seems as if the worst thing possible is actually going to happen. With half my possessions in Gentilly and the other half in Kenner, I sit vulnerable (less vulnerable than others but vulnerable nonetheless). I evacuated with my work to Monroe, LA. While I am here, I am getting paid. I just wish I was back home.

Who Would Have Thought?

Carry On My Wayward Son

Presuppose, if you will [or can], that I am right most of the time. This is not a foregone conclusion considering I usually only talk about issues that I have a working knowledge of, or an opinion on. So, what precludes you, the hearer, from trusting that the opposite of my correctness is wrong? Could it be just misinformation? Rather, consider the percentage of time that it is possible for me to be wrong, that little season of space that is not filled by rightness, so much that you just assume that I never know what I am speaking about.

I am plagued by egotism, I am. It's a curse. But sometimes I try to convey information to people to shed some perspective their way. That bright, beautiful, and blinding light of perspective. Oh, and I know I need it shone my way as well. It just bothers me when I feel like all I can say is the wrong thing. I hate that feeling. Every word that fails to convey from my lips falls numb to your brain. Nothing I can say is allowed to be taken, as it were, the right way. It's disheartening...

I know a lot of things. I don't always show my hand. I do have a poker face. Sometimes my friends talk about things, and I don't tell them how wrong they are. I know tons of useless information. It just happens that I also know a great deal of useful information. I'm going to work on sharing the good stuff. Please do not ask me anymore while The Beatles recording process is so significant. Or, if you do, I will limit myself that answering that inquiry, and not prattle on about how revolutionary their philosophy was too.

Please forgive me when I am a know-it-all.

I understand that while I know some things, I do not know very much at all when it comes to all matters under the cosmos.

If Ever The Determinist

Maybe it's my human nature
But why do I have to hate you
I am well aware of
The changes a man must make
And I can understand
The advantages you have to take
Maybe I'm not being fair

Let us not excuse reason here
Or any other rationale
Conclusive or elusive
Pleading for the privilege
To be on the line
The turning from right to left
Looking lower than opted
I'm scared of what lies ahead

It's the consequences for being
Misrepresented without interpretation
Not that we should deny
Those arguments that don't fly
Don't label me a ten-dollar word
And I won't do anything wrong
We want to always understand what we cannot

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.