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Archive for March, 2004

Into The Wardrobe

Tuesday, March 30th, 2004

Tomorrow.
Tomorrow will be a major turning point in my life. The day after I will begin remembering what it’s like to not have something in your life that beats your very soul into the ground. Every. Single. Day. I joke about my job a lot. That’s how I deal. [...]

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Flight of the Cosmic Hippo

Monday, March 29th, 2004

Someone told me recently that for a musician I rarely ever talk about music.
So today I am.
About 6 or 7 years ago I bought an album by Bela Fleck called ‘Live Art’. I listened to it a couple of times and put it away without every really getting into it. A [...]

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I have a confession to make. I recently discovered something about myself, or more accurately, rediscovered something. There is a huge immaturity that has been hibernating inside me, apparently untouched by the growth I have experience in other areas.
I enjoy harassing people on the CB Radio.
First let me explain the circumstances. [...]

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In the event that you either haven’t noticed or live in the arctic circle, the days are starting to get longer. Seventy degrees and sunshine aren’t bad either. And apparently my desire to draw is directly linked to the season and weather. Because as soon as I’m exposed to sunlight and warmth [...]

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Herbie Wants to be a Dentist!

Thursday, March 25th, 2004

Everytime I go to the dentist and sit in the chair, while I’m being lowered into a reclining position and the overhead light is turned on and pointed in my face, I always think of the beginning of The Incredible Hulk TV show. You know the scene… where Bill Bixby is setting himself up [...]

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If At First You Don’t Succeed…

Wednesday, March 24th, 2004

Last night in class we were discussing current events in the Middle-East. Specifically, the Israeli’s killing of the Hamas leader, Yassin, with a missle attack.
In case you were not aware, Yassin was a quadriplegic. He was in poor health and confined to a wheel chair. Probably more of a figurehead [...]

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Curse You Academia!!!!

Tuesday, March 23rd, 2004

There is something to be said for higher learning. And that saying is: Those who never leave it have no grip on reality.
I have a certain professor who has a doctorate in History. I will call him Dr. History. I am in his class which is a meager 200-level survey of [...]

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The Furnace

Monday, March 22nd, 2004

For a long time when I was in school I would catch the bus in front of my friend Ronnie’s house. Ronnie’s house was not a part of our neighborhood, instead it was situated behind the woods on three or four acres of land. It was an older house that was built before [...]

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Small Life Lessons

Thursday, March 18th, 2004

I have pictures of my grandfather from the 30’s and 40’s and in nearly every one he has a cigar or a pipe in his hand. He chewed tobacco and cigars (yes chewed) until the day he died at the age of 83. I spent a lot of time with grandpa growing up. [...]

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A Country Boy Can Survive…So I’m Told

Wednesday, March 17th, 2004

Last Saturday I was standing in Lowe’s trying not to look stupid when I saw an old friend of mine. I hadn’t seen Ronnie in nearly 2 years. We had grown up together and he, our friend Joey, and I were inseparable until we were about 18 or so. Ronnie saw me, [...]

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Sarcastifabulous!

Monday, March 15th, 2004

Who would have thought this would have been so hard?
At the moment, I am supposed to be working on my letter of resignation…but instead I’m blogging about it. Even though I haven’t finished it yet.
I’ve been staring a the screen for a while, not exactly sure what to write. Is it [...]

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Billboards

Thursday, March 11th, 2004

There’s a church around town that has apparently thought it would be a good idea to advertise on some local billboards. These ads usually feature a very distraught looking person with the caption: “Life, is it working for you?”
I hate these ads.
HATE. THEM.
Talk about setting up people to [...]

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The Passion

Wednesday, March 10th, 2004

Last night I finally got around to seeing The Passion of the Christ. Yes, nearly two weeks after the rest of America had seen it. I’m a late bloomer.
There are times in my life when I experience a greater degree of clairity than I normally have. Most often, it occurs in [...]

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Idle Hands…

Friday, March 5th, 2004

Occasionally my friend Chris and I will meet for lunch at Friday’s. We haven’t been in about a month or more, so today we met. It’s important to note that the front door to Friday’s has always had an ear-piercing squeak to it.

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And I’ll form…the Head.

Friday, March 5th, 2004

I originally posted this at my other site, but thought it fit here.
Nearly every year in elementary school I seemed to find a personal project that I would be borderline obsessed with. In the third grade I was going to build a robot. I remember that it was going to be [...]

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Word up, my Brotha

Thursday, March 4th, 2004

My dad always wished he had graduated from college. On my graduation day I remember him being very proud to see me get my diploma. Though my mom and her brother both got degrees, I was the first male on my dad’s side to actually get one as far as I know. [...]

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Tunnel Rats

Tuesday, March 2nd, 2004

I pulled up to the stop sign as we were leaving my mom’s neighborhood and hesitated before turning left.
“Let’s see….I think it was there.” I said, pointing towards a row of townhouses.
“What was there?” Sarah asked.
“No, it was further up…maybe.” I said.
“What are you talking about?”
“Hold on.” I said.
I drove a [...]

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Prophets Without Honor

Monday, March 1st, 2004

I may not be a prophet. But I’ve pretty well got the whole ‘without honor’ deal down cold.
Backstory:
I grew up in the same church that my grandmother and mother both attended most of their lives. It had, in it’s prime, a decent sized congregation, most of whom had been there since [...]

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