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debbie and i leave tomorrow for ohio. i'm getting excited, she's just still getting scared. oh well, it'll be fine, i know it. i'm actually looking forward to it.

i've noticed recently that i have a very similar handwriting to my dad, which is weird, because he never helped me learn or anything, it has just kind of developed that way. it's also weird because i'm left handed and he isn't. is handwriting hereditary? sounds like something someone can do a doctoral dissertation on .

not much to say today. laundry is a bitch and i'm out of detergent.

up with me, down with you.

john

  posted by john @ 2:18 PM


Thursday, September 12, 2002  

 
hey there. (echo, echo, echo) i guess that is to be expected. i can't really go awol for a year and expect anyone to still be around. i'll figure it out sooner or later i suppose. this weekend i'm travelling to ohio to visit my family with my girlfriend. she's really worried. she's met them before but she's all scared because my grandmother will be there and we are going to some fancy dinner for my dad's birthday and i don't know. she's just worried. my parents love her, but she's convinced they don't, and hopefully it just goes well. then she'll have to be convinced that my parents love her. it'll be all good.

right so, i looked at the clock. 8 hours until the official 9-11 anniversary. because i don't feel like getting up at 8:47 am, i'll post my rant now. here's the deal. for those of you who have read my archives, i was not happy after 9-11. not, however, like most people. 9-11 marked an all time low for patriotism in me. two of my friends were beaten by dumb white americans who thought they looked arab. were they arab? no. they were both from india. they are hindu. they are neither arab, nor muslim, yet dumb white americans felt they were justified in kicking their heads in. not cool. so tomorrow is not a day i care to remember. yes, i am very sorry for what happened to thousands of people and families on this fateful day one year ago, but i am not sorry for how i feel about the general american public's way of dealing with their anger. firebombing mosques, routine beatings of people who appeared arab, and even police profiling and beatings of anyone who looked arab. it was the time in my life that i was most ashamed to be an american. so i will not be attending any rememberences, or any vigils or any other events where there will be an outpouring of commercialized patriotism, instead i will be spending some time in meditation about what it will take to change the way america handles itself in crisis.

alright. glad to be back. hopefully you missed me.

up with individualism, down with collectivism

john

np. ashley park - an american scene

  posted by john @ 1:50 AM


Wednesday, September 11, 2002  

 
how about a little update. how about that?

over a year ago (sept. 4th) i made a comment about a girl on the debate team that i liked, but couldn't date. well the good news is we have now been dating almost eight months. i'm very much in love with her. debbie, if you are reading, i love you.

also, i've been given the opportunity to teach sda 101 at central michigan university. i love my classes and they are quite fun. the students have been great.

i'm still coaching the forensics team (speech and debate) and that is going well.

i also have a new roommate! no more bitching about chuck, now it is all bitching about rob. sorry rob. i know you love me.

how is that for updation! eleven minutes, and the first update has been set. that's what happens when you post before thinking about what else to write about. although, maybe i should spread out my ideas, you know, so i actually have something to write about.

up with lowercase, down with capitals

john

  posted by john @ 5:31 PM


Monday, September 09, 2002  

 
it is almost one year later and i'm back. still coming to you in the comfortable format of lower case letters. who needs the pretense of capitals any way! that's just another problem with the world. the assumption that some words are better than others and require capitalization to prove that point. facist! FACIST!

i'm not exactly sure how often i'll update, but i had fun with it before. it doesn't take all that much time, and hell someone might actually be interested in my mundanity. that's mundane insanity. mundanity. MUNDANITY!

okay. i'm glad to see that my previous blog was preserved, and hopefully anyone that may have been reading in the past will now have reason to return. if you blog it, they will come. hopefully even three hundred and fifty-four days later.

john

  posted by john @ 5:18 PM


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