tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-105948392024-03-07T22:12:59.665-06:00daily pilgrimageit's a long walk...Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06058141075836004599noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10594839.post-46036124948210830772010-01-25T08:12:00.000-06:002010-01-25T08:12:45.388-06:00for all things Mr. SherryI don't post here any longer. (haven't for a while, though I'm sure few had noticed.)<br />
to follow my escapades, try <a href="http://flavors.me/sherry">flavors.me/sherry</a>. It will generally have whatever updates are necessary. Try it.Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06058141075836004599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10594839.post-37330956825637103082007-12-19T12:50:00.000-06:002007-12-19T14:19:37.790-06:00Huckabee for coup d’état?Quite a few people are nit-picking the former Arkansas governor; everything from his <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8xn7uSHtkuA">religion</a>, to his acceptance of <a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/uselections08/mikehuckabee/story/0,,2227378,00.html">gifts</a>.<br /><br />What I really want to know... Is he smarter than a 5th grader?<br /><br /><br /><object width="325" height="273"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HdvdAEOaDfU&rel=1&border=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HdvdAEOaDfU&rel=1&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="273"></embed></object><br />(The interesting part starts around 4:22)<br /><br />a portion of the <a href="http://transcripts.cnn.com/TRANSCRIPTS/0712/17/lkl.01.html">transcript</a>:<br /><blockquote>KING: Would you change or would you keep don't ask/don't tell?<br /><br />HUCKABEE: I probably would let the military make that decision. One thing I don't think you need is a president who's trying to tell the military how to run the military, other than set broad policy agenda. The Uniform Code of Military Conduct is the best way to handle that and I would leave it to -- to those who run the military.</blockquote><br /><br />The <a href="http://www.whitehouse.gov/government/exec.html">White House</a> has a defininition of the executive branch of our government: <br /><blockquote>The power of the executive branch is vested in the President, who also serves as Commander in Chief of the Armed Forces. The President appoints the Cabinet and oversees the various agencies and departments of the federal government.</blockquote><br /><br />Then there's the <a href="http://caselaw.lp.findlaw.com/data/constitution/article02/">Constitution</a>:<br /><br /><blockquote>The President shall be Commander in Chief of the Army and Navy of the United States...</blockquote><br /><br /><br />Granted, should the President get involved in the day-to-day dealings of our military? Should he tell the Generals when and how to wipe their ass? He should be able to trust the people that are in those positions, and their ability to lead, fine. Here, Huckabee seems to be skirting what he truly considers to be a big issue. Don't ask, don't tell is a "broad policy" that had been approved by a former administration, an administration who apparently understood what the role of a president is. <br /><br />Huckabee is a politician, and politicians will always skirt the issues. But, once elected, are they going to keep hedging around their duty? All I'm sayin' is... It's the Presidents job, to lead the military forces of the United States. That's his job. If someone doesn't understand the job he's applying for, should they even be there?Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06058141075836004599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10594839.post-1129249625406390692007-07-30T18:01:00.000-05:002007-07-30T18:06:14.368-05:00<blockquote>Most people are on the world, not in it.— have no conscious sympathy or relationship to anything about them— undiffused, separate, and rigidly alone like marbles of polished stone, touching but separate.<br />- John Muir</blockquote>Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06058141075836004599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10594839.post-1161642836526737232006-10-23T17:16:00.000-05:002006-10-23T17:33:57.550-05:00Small Talk (about the weather.)Today I was about my normal business, picking up rented supplies from various houses. As usual, had little-to-no contact with any customers... Except for one talkative retired gentleman.<br /><br />"Pretty fancy truck you have here."<br /><br />I was crouched over in the truck, attempting to give myself a bad back before I was half his age. "You think so?"<br /><br />"Well," he looked the truck over, assessing it's merits and drawbacks in a glance, "It has a lot of tie-downs everywhere."<br /><br />When I think fanciness on a truck, I'm thinking more like a paint-job, or chrome bumpers.<br /><br />"How 'bout that Indian Summer, huh?"<br /><br />I looked at the man, snow swirling around him... Ornery smile on his face. "Oh yeah, definitely. Heat wave, real soon."Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06058141075836004599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10594839.post-1150243864515978432006-06-13T18:39:00.000-05:002006-07-24T22:16:07.506-05:00a lifetime & ½ later...It's been a long time<br /><br />Been a long time<br /><br />Been a long lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, time.<br /><br /><br /><br />...Yes it has.<br /><br />Sooo... Where have I been? What have I done? Oh my, oh my... Are you sure you want to know? Oh so very much. Lots... Tons... Egads! Volumes, even. Oh the stories I could tell, the times I've had. I mean, when you look at it, all that I've done. ...Just really look at it, study it, boil it down... It's not much. Just a little of this, and a bit of that. Oh, but if you were to take all those thats and the this's, too... Stretch 'em all out, and fasion 'em into a <a href="http://www.quiltart.com/challenges/soulhole/">quilt</a>... We-he-he-hell then... Now you're talkin. It may not be a particularly warm quilt, but darn tootin' it's a big 'un. Twin size, at least.<br /><br />I'll tell ya what I haven't been doing. And it actually makes me pretty mad at meself. Aye, it does.<br /><br /><br /><br />Painting. That's what. Possibly you recall this post: <a href="http://dailypilgrimage.blogspot.com/2005/02/nitetime-stroll.html">nitetime stroll</a>. When I testified of my reclaimed passion for all things artsy. Fartsy. Chartsy, dartsy, heartsy, bartsy, wal-martsy, poppa-ooo-mowmow-nimbley-dimbley-wartsy. (Or.. You don't recall it. Don't feel bad, dingleberry. Just click on the link!) Well, since then, I have painted, not zillions, not trillions, not kawhamjillions, but one... and a half pieces. Woop woo. Now, I could blame all this on several things; not enuff time. Which isn't too far off, I mean... I am busy setting up parties all day, every day... I am a Rent-A-Roadie. We're always on call. Or... I could say, lack of canvas. "BuShito!" That's what you would say. Even the fact that my muse, and preferred model happen to be out of town, not good enuff. I need to start slingin' paint again! With the passion and fervor I feel for it... I'm just too freakin' lazy. <br /><br /><br />Boo!<br /><br />Anyway, I hope to throw down some pigment, soon. we'll see.Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06058141075836004599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10594839.post-1138049537523931312006-01-23T14:52:00.000-06:002006-06-13T18:39:18.066-05:00Best Laid Plans... Suck Again!It was a long night. Here I was four miles from <a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&hl=en&q=mansfield,+oh&btnG=Search&ll=40.697559,-82.515564&spn=0.121818,0.342636" target="blank_">Mansfield, Ohio</a>... In a ditch. It was a very long night.<br /><br />Well, I wasn't dead. As far as I could tell, I wasn't bleeding, and I was right-side up. Good signs so far. I turned the key, the car wouldn't start, but I used the wipers to brush off the pile of snow. In front of me was a guardrail, and the road I was supposed to be on. Pulling myself from the car, I was greeted in the face by blinding headlights and a phantom voice.<br /><br />"You allright?"<br /><br />"Yeah, I'm good to go!" I felt like I had to shout over the sound of his semi.<br /><br />"OK... Well, I'll try and get some help for you. You can get in the truck, and get out of the cold."<br /><br />I tried to start the car a few more times, nothing but the whine of the starter. I grabbed my coat from the passenger seat and headed for the bright lights. The trucker opened up the cab for me and I climbed in. This wansn't my first time in a truck, but it had been a while. The trucker went around and climbed into the drivers side, and greeted me with a warm smile. He started fiddling with knobs and such, reported the accident on his CB. He told me he had seen it, and it appeared that I had fallen asleep. Being that I don't remember much of it, and I don't often drive myself into ditches for sport, I confirmed his guess. I had been sleepy for quite a bit.. basically since I stopped to see my mother in Columbus. As we were talking, the passing truckers started complaining about us, so he turned off the CB. We talked about this and that for a bit. Apparently, he was going to a Bible school just north of Columbus, studying to be a pastor. <br /><br />The cop was a typical hard-nosed Ohio State Trooper. Although, this guy had apparently had a slow night, and was just thankful he had something to do, if it was only taking a report, and talking to some punk about Springfield Missouri. He hated Ohio weather, so he was asking about 'Out West', where we hardly get snow. He stuck around only long enough to see that the tow truck latched onto my car, then I suspect he went to get some coffee, and deep-fried dough rings. (if you catch my drift.. bahohohoho.)<br /><br />There he was, glorious as could be, a blinking yellow halo shining round about him. My Towtruck Driver. We tried again to start my bohemoth, and again, nothing. He got out his chains and his hooks and dug right in to the deep snow. I stood around with the proverbial thumb, in my proverbial you-know-where. I just paced, mulling over the various worst-case scenarios playing like movie previews in my brain.<br /><br />After removing my car from the snow and changing the flat tire, we tried to start my beast once more. It didn't start. It did, however, dispense about half a gallon of fuel all over the ground. I crammed myself into the cab, along with the driver's sleeping daughter. We headed for my bastion of hope, <a href="http://www.crbcmansfield.org/" target="blank_">Cook Road Baptist Church</a>. It was the only place I had ever heard of in Mansfield, besides <a href="http://www.mrps.org/images/cells.jpg" target="blank_">The Reformatory</a>. I think the church seemed a bit more welcoming.<br /><br />...To Be Continued...<br /><br /><em> My Eye! To Be Continued... I and you were fools to think that there would ever be an ending to that post. basically.. I live. If you want to know the semi-amusing details, ask me sometime.. if you would like to read them, bring a typewriter when you ask. ...Have a great day!</em>Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06058141075836004599noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10594839.post-1134610792647964842005-12-14T19:25:00.000-06:002007-07-30T18:06:14.368-05:00A space odysseyPut your tray tables in an upright <a href="http://dsc.discovery.com/news/briefs/20051212/spaceshiptwo_spa.html?source=rss">position</a>.Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06058141075836004599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10594839.post-1134454583404945372005-12-13T00:15:00.000-06:002007-07-30T18:06:14.368-05:00"There is death in the <a href="http://adisney.go.com/disneypictures/narnia/index.html">camera</a>." - C.S. LewisJeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06058141075836004599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10594839.post-1133574365709240012005-12-02T19:09:00.000-06:002005-12-02T19:46:05.720-06:00To the Zoo! ...without you.The Zoo<br />Without You<br />It could've been us two<br />You and I<br />At that zoo<br />But, when I went<br />I went without you.<br />We could've seen the Hippo, a monkey too<br />If I'd spent the day with you<br />At the zoo.<br /><br />I really wish I'd taken you there<br />The Giraffes would've liked your curly hair<br />The Peacocks strutting all their flair<br />Would have been jealous<br />Of the time we'd share.<br />You know, together,<br />At the zoo.<br /><br />We'd skip the snakes<br />(Don't want to see their dead skin flakes.<br />Instead we would feed the ducks<br />and the geese on the lakes<br />Maybe we could've<br />...brought some cakes?<br />No, they sell those<br />At the zoo.<br /><br />Maybe during Christmas<br />Just me and you<br />We could both go<br />to the zoo.<br />Sure, it's not as neat as Boston<br />(but, it's a whole lot closer, too)<br />And, if you want we could meet others<br />At the zoo.<br /><br />(Or... They could ride with us. That might work better. Who knows? But, I'm saying it might be fun for some friends to come along. Not as fun as Monopoly. But.. eh.)<br /><br /><a href="http://www.dickersonparkzoo.org/">Dickerson Park Zoo</a>Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06058141075836004599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10594839.post-1130203007202487322005-12-01T21:19:00.000-06:002005-12-01T21:24:58.893-06:00Don't Drown in the Yuletide.Ahh yes, Turkey Day has passed, and I can now allow myself to let the Christmas spirit loose.<br /><br />Well, I believe in taking a stand against the 'Christmas Season' that comes earlier and earlier every year. Not that I'm against Christmas in any way... Or a <a href="http://www.adbusters.org" target="_new">vigilante anti-consumer</a>... or anything.<br />*ahem*<br />But... I remember the days (vaguely, mind you...) when Christmastime was the time around Christmas. When Santa wasn't done working on his toys and such, 'till after Thanksgiving. It gave the Christmas season a bit more excitement. You weren't tired of hearing Bing Crosby by December thirteenth. Nowadays, they have Hallowe'en Egg Nog. Egg Nog at Hallowe'en? That makes little to no sense. Christmas time should be relegated to Christmas time. Soon, it will be creeping into August. Kinda takes away a bit of the 'specialness' of the Yule season. And, it makes the 12 days of christmas make little sense.<br />Just a <a href="http://purevolume.com/happychristmas" target="_new">few holiday songs</a>, to get <em>you</em> lost in the yuletide.Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06058141075836004599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10594839.post-1132009579966784462005-11-14T17:00:00.000-06:002007-07-30T18:06:14.369-05:00music video.so, as i was scouring the web one evening, i came across this video on someone's myspace.. and i liked it. so. i'll put it here. for you.<br /><br /><div id='gmvc' style='padding-bottom: 3px; padding-top: 2px; width:320px; text-align:center; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px'><a href='http://www.whatsthatcode.com/c-3704-sigur-ros.php' style='font-size:10px;text-decoration:underline; font-weight: bold;' target='_blank'>Sigur Ros</a> - <a href='http://www.whatsthatcode.com/v-10664-sigur-ros-glsli.php' style='font-weight: bold; font-size:10px;text-decoration:underline' target='_blank'>Glósóli<br /></a><br /><embed name='RAOCXplayer' autoplay='false' src='http://www.whatsthatcode.com/code.php?id=10664' type='application/x-mplayer2' width='320' height='265' ShowControls='1' ShowStatusBar='0' AutoSize='true' loop='true' EnableContextMenu='0' pluginspage='http://www.microsoft.com/Windows/Downloads/Contents/Products/MediaPlayer/'></embed></div><br />( ^ click on play. you know, if you want to play it.)Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06058141075836004599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10594839.post-1131704382765506102005-11-11T01:26:00.000-06:002005-11-11T04:44:07.063-06:00One Weekend a month...You know how the commercials go. That's all it takes to be a National Guardsman. And, think of all the benefits: over $60,000 to pay for college, three-thousand bucks a year... Just to pay off school loans, boundless adventure, education for civilian jobs... All this, for just one weekend a month, two weeks a year. <br /><br />...And then there's reality. Yes, that's all they ask, part time service. But, life isn't that simple. Ever.<br /><br />Meg McDermott is a single mother raising two kids on her own. Real life is hectic enough, keeping food on the table, getting the kids to school, keeping her head above water. Now, she must go to Baghdad.<br /><br />It's a new short film starring <a href="http://www.renee-oconnor.de/gallery/serie_1.html" target="_new">Renee O'Connor</a> (incidentally, she's the only reason to ever watch Xena<a href="http://www.renee-oconnor.de/gallery/img/Serie/img/roc_serie_055.jpg">.</a><a href="http://www.renee-oconnor.de/gallery/img/Serie/img/roc_serie_083.jpg">.</a><a href="http://www.renee-oconnor.de/gallery/img/Serie/img/roc_serie_026.jpg">.</a>) Running only thirteen minutes, yet as powerful as a feature film; it tells the story of a single mother's life completely unraveling, after just one phone call.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.refugefilms.com/images/owamFolder/OWAMTrailer.html" target="_new">Trailer</a><br /><br /><a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-679836122935647995&q=title%3AOne+Weekend+A+Month&pr=goog-sl" target="_new">Whole Film</a>, on <a href="http://video.google.com/" target="_new">Google</a>.Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06058141075836004599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10594839.post-1130024305595362752005-10-22T18:19:00.000-05:002005-10-24T19:54:58.230-05:00duh....ks. duh-ks. duhks. quack.The thirteen year olds (average American thirteen year olds, mind you... in what is supposedly 'redneck-country') beside me are talking in Japanese.<br />...Just thought it was interesting.<br /><br />But, really I'm here to talk about the <a href="http://www.duhks.com">duhks</a>(pronounced, 'ducks' like 'once I had a little rubber duckie-oh, little rubber duckie-oh.).<br /><br /><br /><br />I stumbled across their CD in the country section of Wal-Mart... But I wouldn't define them as country. Almost folk, but not quite. Acoustic, yes, but not bland. Really, they are undefineable. You should listen, even if they are from Canada. I know a few Canadians and, hey, they're O.K. Honest.Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06058141075836004599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10594839.post-1129590884382478102005-10-17T17:23:00.000-05:002005-10-22T18:42:05.153-05:00Moonlighting as a... bad titlist strikes again!I am horrible at titles.<br /><br />Really.<br />I am.<br /><br />Believe it.<br /><br />I always have been bad.. If more people read what I write, I could be notorious for it. However, notoriety only comes with a large fan base; and that, I do not have.<br />My friend Dan, on the other hand... He prides himself on good titles. In fact, Most of the time from my recollection, he spends exorbant amounts of thought and time into titling his posts, and very little in the actual writing of them. This explains why his last post <a href="http://acupofjob.blogspot.com/2005/08/moon-isnt-made-of-honey.html" target="_new">the moon isn't made of honey</a> was written almost two months ago. I'm sure that he really has a post waiting on the back-burner... Just waiting for that <a href="http://www.emerils.com/emeril/index.html" target="_new">Emeril</a>-like inspiration to 'Bam!' season his post with the correct title.<br /><br />But, that's not what this is about.<br /><br />Nay, It's about my day yesterday. (nay, day, yesterday... geez. That's annoying.) It was just one of "those" days. On "those" days, I like to go for a drive. Ya know? Just <a href="http://theprofessionalamericans.com/The%20Professional%20Americans%20-%20Guitars%20and%20Gasoline.mp3">drive, get away, feel alive. I don't wanna face my problems, anymore...</a> err... Anyway. So I went for a drive. From Ozark to Marionville. Marionville, Missouri though... Not Indiana. Indiana is entirely too far away for just a little moonlit jaunt. Here's a <a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?q=from%3A+w+jackson+road+ozark,+mo+to%3A+marionville,+mo&ll=37.060520,-93.388853&spn=0.498681,0.879318&t=h&f=d&hl=en" target="_new">map</a> to give you a rough idea of my travels, if you're really that interested. Or, a needy stalker. Really... The map is wrong, 'cause I took the long way to Marionville... I followed route 14 the whole way, instead of getting on 60. So.. yep.<br /><br />But, geez, it was a nice drive. Just me, a few top-of-my-lungs-sang country songs, and the clear moonlit road. Whew. Whadda Nite. And <a href="http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/iloveburros/detail?.dir=c6a3&.dnm=fa05.jpg&.src=ph" target="_new">Whadda Girl</a>. <br />Yeah, she has nothing to do with the drive... But, hey, I like her, and... 'Nuff Said!Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06058141075836004599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10594839.post-1129326011135228662005-10-14T16:35:00.000-05:002007-07-30T18:06:14.369-05:00Time is Money... and a Penny Saved is a Good Start to Buying a Watch.<em>~~that makes little to no sense.</em><br /><br />So, someone played Super Mario Brothers... and beat it... in 5:09.<br /><br /><br />I <em>could</em> berate him and mock him for having no life, not doing anything productive, etc....<br /><br /><br /><br />But, I'm the one who was browsing the internet for who-knows-how-long... and stumbled upon the <a href="http://www.archive.org/details/Mario1_506">video clip </a>of it.<br /><br />...I don't have much of a platform, now.Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06058141075836004599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10594839.post-1129141780209205932005-10-12T13:09:00.000-05:002005-10-12T14:00:02.166-05:00Hitch-Hiking Via Cell-phone....'Cause that's what I did to see my girlfriend. Yes, that's right. Girlfriend. <br /><br /> So, I had a chance to go to Ohio. Not all that exciting. I mean, I love Ohio and all.. I love my hometown of Canton. I wish I could write a book about it, and then someone would make a movie, and Canton would be famous and... Yeah. However, to visit for a weekend, not too exciting. The offer was there though, and my not-so-creative mind got a ticking. <br /><br /> So I bought a map. <br /><br /> I looked over this map, measuring things with my finger and a protractor; checking the legend for symbols and railroads. I thought, "well, the ole' buckeye is a heck of a lot closer to virginny than Missour-a... hmm..." Yes, I often think like a hick. Redneck thoughts aside, I was right, those geography classes payed off. Ohio is a good ten hours closer. Then my brain got a workin' over-time. Though I've been wanting to take a long-distance hike lately... This didn't seem to be the time. My first thought was to ask my brother to use his car... Not likely. It seemed hopeless. <br /><br /> That's a lie... I just wanted to say 'hopeless' to give you some suspense. <br /><br /> I was talking to the little lady on the phone... And she mentioned that her parents were coming down for a weekend. Well... My mind latched onto that; like a bum on a ham & cheese sandwich. I thought, "hmm... If I were to arrive in Canton at 1600 hours, I would have just enough time to get my gear and under the cover of darkness, sneak 'commando-style' to her parents house. Then, at dawn, after I have a few pop-tarts and a cup of coffee from my thermos, I could shimmy under her parents car.. I could hold onto the under carriage, like <a href="http://imdb.com/name/nm0000314/" target="_new">Charles Bronson</a>, and then roll out at the last minute, and sneak up on her all unsuspecting like." Seemed like the perfect plan, surprise, adventure, and grease all mixed up into one. Couldn't go wrong. As I told my brother my great idea, I noticed his wide-eyed expression, followed by his shaking head and belly-laugh. I couldn't understand. I was following in the footsteps of great action films and television shows such as MacGuyver and The A-Team. Why the hearty laugh and mocking tone? Well... My brother isn't one much for daring-do, and he said I should just ask her parents. Ask her parents?! Chuck Norris wouldn't ask to roundhouse kick someone... James Bond wouldn't ask Dr. No's parents if he could thwart his world domination plot... And Indiana Jones wouldn't ask the Nazi's if he could lash them with whips. It just doesn't happen.<br /><br /> Well... After further consideration, a phone call would be a much easier undertaking than an ambush. Plus, I was seeing my Girlfriend, not infiltrating a Communist military outpost. I have to get it thru my mind, espionage and dating are far different worlds. So, I asked, the answer was a quick and hearty yes, therefore... I was in Virginia for the weekend. It was kind of a close call, I arrived in Ohio at... 7:30 in the morning, and her parents were supposed to pick me up at 8. If there would have been bad traffic or anything... I can't imagine the chaos that would ensue. ...Really, chaos.<br /><br /> So, of course, it was a great weekend. I got to know her parents a lot more. Dang are they fun. Even better, I got to see her, and hang out with her. She is such a great girl. I miss her terribly already, and I've only been back for three days or so. I honestly can't wait 'till Thanksgiving, when I get to see <a href="http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/iloveburros/detail?.dir=c6a3&.dnm=505c.jpg&.src=ph">her</a> again.Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06058141075836004599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10594839.post-1127894708178363062005-09-28T02:44:00.000-05:002005-10-05T14:52:47.056-05:00Movie Buzz.A few off-kilter* flicks I really want to see:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.murderballmovie.com/">Murderball</a> <font color=#f00><em>-saw it... 10/1</em></font><br /><br /><a href="http://www.meandyoumovie.com/">Me and You and Everyone We Know</a> <font color=#f00><em>-saw it... 9/28</em></font><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mydatewithdrew.com">My Date With Drew</a><br /><br /><br />and... I may get a chance to see 'em too! Because of a new little theatre downtown called...<br /><br /><a href="http://www.moxiecinema.com/"><strong>The Moxie</strong></a>.<br /><br />oooh... yes. exciting.<br /><br /><br />*<em> -- indie... or something you wouldn't think I would wanna see.</em>Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06058141075836004599noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10594839.post-1127601364237381452005-09-24T17:15:00.000-05:002005-09-24T17:36:04.243-05:00mmm.. tunes.Just a quick note: Check out <a href="http://www.cartelrocks.com/">Cartel</a>. Yeah, they're pop-punk which has been done and overdone. And yes, they mostly sound like everyone else. But.. They do have one good good good song. Three goods? You betcha -- they deserve it.<br /><br />So.. You can listen to the song on their <a href="http://www.purevolume.com/cartel/">purevolume</a> site. And, it's called 'The Ministrel's Prayer'. Yeah, it's good. And, if you don't agree... If you don't get the same sweet enjoyment that I experienced, that same awestruck gaze, that same pitter-patter of your music-lovin heart, that same... I've run out of things. But, if you don't dig it as much as I; when I happened upon that fine piece of musicianship... <br /><br /><br />Well, sucks to be you.<br /><br /><br />...oh, and thanks goes out to <a href="http://www.myspace.com/cornmealorjason">Cutler</a>. I love your music tastes, man.Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06058141075836004599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10594839.post-1127176848494100272005-09-19T19:20:00.000-05:002005-09-19T20:00:24.790-05:00Shakespeare, Who?So... Just an explanation, I have a long drive to work every morning. Usually pretty early in the morning, when my head is just getting oriented to being awake. So.. I think of odd things. This morning... A poem popped into my head. A poem, which may or may not be about a certain girl. <br /><br /><br />...It is.<br /><br /><br />I know a girl<br />prettier than a pearl<br />...Ever could be<br />oh yeah, she's gorgeous<br />even when her hair<br />isn't so curly<br /><br />see...<br /><br />she's nifty,<br />neato,<br />she's all those things<br />and when I talk to her<br />my heart just sings<br /><br />even when we argue<br />like, about the heredity of a twin<br />I can't do anything<br />'cept sit back and grin<br /><br />yeah, this is kinda silly<br />maybe cheezy. ok, it's dumb<br />but I wonder what this girl<br />sees in this bum. <br /><br /><br />...<br /><br />no, no, no,<br />I didn't mean the butt<br />just a guy,<br />who's kind of a nut.Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06058141075836004599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10594839.post-1125909446408651032005-09-05T03:36:00.000-05:002005-09-05T03:50:03.493-05:00Take three of these, and call me after the heart attack.I fell asleep...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />At a computer...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />In the library...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I hit my head on the keyboard.<br /><br />"Why In The World?" You ask? After several somewhat late nites spent talking... To a certain girl. In a certain state. Certainly far away from Missouri. I... The veritable genius that I am, decided to stay up late. Extremely late. Dang it, I didn't even go to sleep. <br /><br />Of course, to make it all the more exciting, I had to open that oncoming morning. <br /><br />Not only did I have to open. I had to prep, which means I would be wielding many sharp objects throughout the day. This could only mean trouble. What, I ask, rhetorically mind you. What could I do to ensure alertness, in this most beclouded hour. Yeah, I know, 'beclouded hour' makes little to know sense. But, I like <a href="http://static.flickr.com/33/40372956_67561d3e2d_o.jpg">The Blue Rajah</a>. Well, when I feel I have reached that pinnacle of exhaustion, I know only one thing can sustain me, only one can pull me thru.<br /><br /><a href="http://dailypilgrimage.blogspot.com/2005/02/random-quote.html">Coffee</a>.<br /><br />Ok, ok... You're right. I'm making it sound like I only drink coffee when I'm tired. Rest assured, I drink coffee much much much more often than that. However, this time I knew it wouldn't take a mere cup o' joe. No, sir. I made a double 'Shot in the Dark'. That's a cup of drip coffee, black of course. With a double-shot of espresso to top it off. Oh, and when I say I made <em>A</em> double 'Shot in the Dark' I mean three. On an empty stomach... Of course. I mentioned the genius-ness, didn't I? You could say I had a small case of the 'jitters' that morning. Of course, as we all know... Even the blessed wonder of a caffeine buzz wears off sometime, which brings us to me being in the library. Once my shift was over, I wanted to check my email and maybe write a few witty lines of prose, per usual. That plan was dashed to pieces; when I found myself drooling on the keyboard. I promptly headed on home to slumber. <br /><br />...For the next eleven hours.<br /><br />Did I learn anything from this? Yes, but I'm sure I'll forget it soon enuff. I always do.Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06058141075836004599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10594839.post-1124319909220960072005-08-17T17:12:00.000-05:002005-08-17T18:05:09.230-05:00The Return.or <em>Welcome Back, Cotter.</em><br />or <em>Back in Black.</em><br />or <em>Back in The Saddle.</em><br /><br />That's right, I'm back in Springfield, Missouri. The Land of ...Not Much. Despite the city's inadequacy; an air excitement exudes from my very core. However, this excitement has little to do with my return, and more to do with the days before my departure. 'Specially that Wednesday, you know the one. If you don't, well... That Wednesday, it is the reason for this persistent grin I can't seem to shake.<br /><br />Sooo... Anyway... I started back at Panera, pretty pumped about that. A lot of newbies there, but, most of my old friends are still kickin' it ...bread style? I just really wanted to say 'kickin' it' ...sorry. Ahem. Oh, I was in a wedding. Groomsman. My good friend <a href="http://acupofjob.blogspot.com">Dan</a> was the groom. And, I was his man. Err, I accompianied him. Not musically, although I was pushing for a piano solo. I stood with him. Well, on the steps really... Kinda behind/beside him. Catercornered at a 45° angle kinda deal. It was a nice wedding. Stephanie (the bride) looked great. And there was confetti cake afterward. As far as I know, you cannot go wrong with confetti cake.<br /><br />I think I'll go for a drive now.Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06058141075836004599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10594839.post-1118021098420159192005-06-05T19:32:00.000-05:002005-11-18T18:52:55.253-06:00breaker one-nine, for a radio check, comeon?Summer's here, and for me, that meant a trip back to Ohio. Haven't had a summer go by without Camp CHOF in the last fourteen years, why start now, eh?<br /><br />The trip back was exciting enough. My sweet mom flew out to Missouri, just so she could ride all the way back with me. Which, granted, has it's pluses and minuses, but overall, it was nice to have someone to talk to. We took our time, kinda. The plan was to stop anywhere that seemed interesting and check it out. That didn't happen as much as I figured. See, once I'm on the road, I'm kinda set for the goal of seeing that powder-blue arch welcoming me to the Buckeye state. Anything but that and and the do-or-die, absolutely necessary, dam-bursting pottie breaks, usually doesn't phase me. Well, we did stop at the most interesting places. Once in St. Louis... Where I was unbelieveably irritated (not a fan of driving a boat around in city traffic.) And then we stopped at Blue Springs Cafe... Home of the Foot-Hi Pie, and the world's coldest bathroom. No joke. Freezing. I think it used to be a meat-locker or something. Even the hand-dryer blew cold air.<br /><br />The most entertaining element of the trip, by-far, was the CB radio.<br /><br /><em>--so, this has been sitting here as a draft for oh two months now... procrastination man strikes again. well. i'm going to post it anyway. it was going to be funny... well, that was the plan anyway. as i look back on it, i skipped over many good stories that happened on the way; like east St. Louis. right hurr. i was distracted by the CB radio story... which isn't all that great. some guy kept talking to this trucker and the trucker just said 'copy that' over and over again. it was really funny when i was on the road... but now that i think back, pretty lame. so, i will post this as a reminder to myself of my wrongdoing. like the pile of rocks left over Akin's family after their stoning. (Biblical reference... for more on that, visit Camp CHOF in 2006! -- or read this blog throughout the year, 'cause i'll probably be all about that all year. --)</em>Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06058141075836004599noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10594839.post-1115649085881440102005-05-09T09:11:00.000-05:002005-05-09T11:25:52.663-05:00freefallA few days ago, as I was searching thru the $5.50 movie bin at Wal-Mart.. I came across <a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0102685/">Point Break</a>. What is Point Break? Pre-<a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0111257/">Speed</a> Keanu Reeves, Post-<a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0099653/">Ghost</a> Patrick Swayze, surfing, bank robbing, and most of all, skydiving.<br /><br />Ah, Skydiving. What could be better? The exhilaration, the unbelievable rush, the freedom of just floating along. (plummeting toward the earth at one-thousand feet, per every five and a half seconds...) So exciting. The thing about skydiving is: I've never done it. I've thought about it, had dreams about it, seen movies with plenty of skydiving involved. I think there is even a hand-written list of things I plan on doing before I die, including skydiving somewhere in the top five... But, I've never done it. I can sit here and plan out what I'm gonna do when I skydive, Sit here and study, think about, and get set in my mind what's gonna happen... But, in all reality, if I don't take action when I'm out there plummeting toward earth, and pull that chute at about 2,000 feet... I'm gonna end up like Wile E. Coyote... An accordion. <br /><br />That's the problem, I know what to do and when to do it, how to fix things, prevent things, even make things happen... But the action is not there. I don't pull that chute. So, now for the last four weeks of college, I live with my brother. And, I flush a whole lotta money I don't have... down the proverbial drain. I would like to make it all better and give myself some advice, like 'buck up little camper', but that's not helping. I always say that the key is to learn from mistakes... Move on, grow, adapt, overcome, and come out better in the end. Well, I'm about as good at that as I am at skydiving.Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06058141075836004599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10594839.post-1113979763071855812005-04-20T01:46:00.000-05:002005-04-20T01:49:23.073-05:00untitled.my mind drifts<br />to a time, when i needed<br />the world so large<br />water fountains just out of reach<br />my mind drifts<br />to a time, when i wondered<br />the world so fantastic<br />why are the trees so high?<br />my mind drifts<br />to a time, when i hated<br />the world so bland<br />rainbows bore me<br />my mind drifts<br />to a time when i was sure<br />the world so small<br />soda tastes better anyway<br />my mind drifts<br />to a time not long agoJeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06058141075836004599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10594839.post-1113540737522794402005-04-14T23:33:00.000-05:002005-04-15T03:26:11.670-05:00That which we are capable of feeling, we are capable of saying.-- Cervantes<br /><br />This post, online journal, 'blog', whatever you want to call it; has taken a wrong turn. I'm here to change it back, before it goes too far. I'm like the guys big companies hire to 're-think' the companies direction. Only difference; I'm very anti-cheese. Meaning, I don't like 'purpose statements'. The only time I would use a purpose statement, is to mock them. But, I will say that this was not for posting randomness, or meaningless trite crap. The last posts being just that. See, this 'blog' -- I suppose I will stick with the hip webspeak for simplicity. This blog was a kind of experiment. I have been told, that I have a problem communicating. That I don't let people get close to me, to know me. For years I didn't let myself believe it. I knew it... I knew why I would talk about nothing all the time. It had nothing to do with the Sienfeld show, only with masking myself to the world. I would rather people didn't know how I felt, so I may escape the pain of rejection. I fear rejection more than anything... No loss, no heartache could compare. Well, that's the way it works in my fears... Not necessarily in reality. <br /><br /><br />Throughout my life things, instances, and people have shaped me into what I am today. I have finally realized, indeed, I do suck at communication. This realization came slowly, starting with my friends and I joking about not keeping in touch. But, it was still no big deal to me. Those people were far away at college. I'm not going to keep them in the loop of my all-too-boring life. But more lessons came... Some hit closer to home. Thus, the institution of this very 'blog'. It was to be a kind of 'practice' at being more open. A training ground of sorts. And even here on the 'net, I try my same old tricks. And I'm sorry. Not that the few readers of this will be offended, I'm just sorry to myself. I'm letting myself down.Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06058141075836004599noreply@blogger.com0