tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54939812011-04-21T17:14:14.588-05:00One Step from ChaosMy opinions may have changed, but not the fact that I am right. - Ashley BrilliantJohnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01506161233998631428noreply@blogger.comBlogger231100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493981.post-1098721180604440632004-10-25T11:12:00.000-05:002004-10-25T11:38:30.856-05:00Okay, because I'm lazy and rarely write, I often forget topics I planned on writing - so in an effort to remind myself the next time I decide to sit back and write, here is a list of what *should* be upcoming pieces:
- Voting Wasted ~ Wasted Votes
- A two part series on the modern day American underclass ~ An anthropological exploration of slurs & the people & modern day experience:
- Life Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01506161233998631428noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493981.post-1095718477744215842004-09-20T17:12:00.000-05:002004-09-20T17:14:37.746-05:00Faux-Aussie Glamour
The night began with a harmless phone call...
Hey Matt, what’s up?…not much…you up to anything tonight?...I’ve got no plans. What are you thinking?...Well, how about hitting some of those ‘St. Louis Pubs’ on that back of that shirt we got at Llywelyn’s? There are still a few I’ve never been to, and we could go to O’Connell’s, at least, as it is just down the street from my Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01506161233998631428noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493981.post-1087413821296985282004-06-16T14:17:00.000-05:002004-06-16T14:26:19.420-05:00ANO.
Ah, the glory days of yesteryear,
Winter pools and au revoir
But lackluster have the days since passed
Oh ye rooks ‘n kings in poor boudoirs
Not to forget those minutes and hours
Times of fun and feelings high
Upright looking o’er darkened towers
As the lightning streaked across the sky
Thick as thieves no doubt we surely are
Madness courses through our souls
How far I’ve fallen against Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01506161233998631428noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493981.post-1085412574987700312004-05-24T10:00:00.000-05:002004-05-24T10:29:34.986-05:00"Wanna try it?"
This is asked of me nearly every Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday of every week. As long as it's a nice day, when I step out on the street, I'm sure to encounter Dan, and Dan always asks me, "Wanna try it?"
Dan's an interesting guy. He rides his bike around, because he's not allowed to drive a car. He works at a pizza parlor on Thursdays and Fridays, which is why I never see him Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01506161233998631428noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493981.post-1077913947272356512004-02-27T14:32:00.000-06:002004-02-27T14:34:31.296-06:00There’s been a great deal of discussion these past few months in the Federation of America about gay marriage. What is the topic? According to CNN & NBC & CBS & any other “respectable” media outlet, the question is should gays, lesbians or otherwise be allowed to get married. The question has quickly developed into a hot election year topic. Bush & Co. are trying to push through a constitutional Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01506161233998631428noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493981.post-1076703479314040792004-02-13T14:17:00.000-06:002004-02-13T14:22:37.360-06:00Tonedeaf
Thinkin back to all the things
That I’ve done in my life,
I can’t keep running down that road,
I can’t just run and hide.
Thoughts of passion brought me down,
But the past I cannot change.
Tomorrow just keeps coming on;
I gotta fix the world today.
And how to get back to that place
That I know I should be?
I’ll write a song and sing along
But I’ll still be out of key.
Somewhere Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01506161233998631428noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493981.post-1076702949909028092004-02-13T14:09:00.000-06:002004-02-13T14:11:00.263-06:00Shannon where are you tonight?
My life has fallen in a shade of gray
Baby help me to get things right
Shannon where are you tonight?
Don’t fall asleep in my arms
Walk me to the break of dawn
Open your eyes and lets swim in the sea
Shannon bring back your charms
Shannon why’d you go away
Come break my heart another day
Love me with your golden sun
There’s so many things I wish I could say.
Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01506161233998631428noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493981.post-1076455412579737072004-02-10T17:23:00.000-06:002004-02-10T17:28:31.920-06:00Editor's Note: The content below is related to characters in my personal life, which you may or may not (if you're lucky) know. For the purposes of understanding the story, Shad is a friend of mine who always seems to find injury, in whatever he does. So when he completed a grueling marathon without pain, I was startled. As was Amanda, who suggested as much. Also, Mahbod is Iranian. It will be Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01506161233998631428noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493981.post-1072896471133409062003-12-31T12:47:00.000-06:002003-12-31T12:48:57.030-06:00Holidays. The one time of the year you catch up with all your relatives and friends you haven’t seen in a year and realize how different you are. How different you’ve become.
Holidays take a different meaning in different cities in this country. In certain cities, like New York or Miami, the cities are dead around Christmas. The town is full of transients who all go home for the holidays, to be Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01506161233998631428noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493981.post-1072474611218666172003-12-26T15:36:00.000-06:002003-12-30T17:26:30.623-06:00Stinking of rot and smelling of gin
Woe begotten thoughts that I can’t win.
But all this CNN has made my mind all mush,
Let’s all get in line now - let’s hate Bush.
I spent Christmas this year with my girlfriend’s family in upstate Illinois, for the second consecutive year. It was a nice Christmas – she doesn’t have a lot of family – a sister & parents, an aunt and a grandmother. And she loves Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01506161233998631428noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493981.post-1069192115740528362003-11-18T15:48:00.000-06:002003-11-18T15:51:17.436-06:00Roll over Beethoven.
Every so often, throughout history, a single individual can change the course of a culture. A single thought can bring down a mountain of ideals. Columbus sailed off the edge of the world and, overnight, the world changed. Galileo saw the stars, and knew they were not the heavens. Da Vinci was the man behind changes in many forms, changes which embodied the Renaissance.
Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01506161233998631428noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493981.post-1068222700594625502003-11-07T10:31:00.000-06:002003-11-11T13:58:52.666-06:00************************************************************************************************
Like most of the others, I was a seeker, a mover, a malcontent, and at times a stupid hell-raiser. I was never idle long enough to do much thinking, but I felt somehow that my instincts were right. I shared a vagrant optimism that some of us were making real progress, that we had taken an honest road,Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01506161233998631428noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493981.post-10670168206150802003-10-24T12:33:00.000-05:002003-10-24T12:36:50.230-05:00No soy idiota.
I said these words quite innocently just over five years ago. I was sitting inside a cine in Almeria, Spain with my then-girlfriend, the lovely anduluciana, Irene, watching a movie aptly called "Abre Los Ojos" (Open Your Eyes). At one point during the movie, she found it necessary to explain to me a moment which had just transpired on screen. Now, as such a time has passed, I Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01506161233998631428noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493981.post-1064859535801909822003-09-29T13:18:00.000-05:002003-09-29T13:18:55.660-05:00i took a drink the other night in your name. where did you go? did you really leave? halfway across the country did you say? this new haven - does it exist by the way? you warned me the sack was coming down, but i stood by and watched you suffocate. i was handless and you were helpless. all we did was shuffle our feet down the same old street never knowing how to turn right.
so go on down your Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01506161233998631428noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493981.post-1064007353300850522003-09-19T16:35:00.000-05:002003-09-19T16:35:53.100-05:00What have we become? We lie
Awake at night never knowing what will be
Scorn and contempt for what materialized,
Yet you stood by me with all intensity
I’ve been staring out the window at this brick wall
And it goes up higher than I can see; of course
It’s just the neighbor’s house rising up tall
But my fears can’t make me love by force
Once upon a time we wrote the perfect ending
To a story Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01506161233998631428noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493981.post-1063124958465406912003-09-09T11:29:00.000-05:002003-09-19T16:34:24.350-05:00well, i started it once, so more of my verse will appear here...
Faces in the Snow
Once upon a deep dark farce in the night
I came along stumbling and tripped in the snow
But I got back up fast got my bearings on straight
Then my eyes spun around and I stepped over right
And there right there, looking at me all fallen knights,
These strange faces in the fallen snow.
It couldna been, I musta Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01506161233998631428noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493981.post-1062453041169945402003-09-01T16:50:00.000-05:002003-09-09T11:35:35.606-05:00
~~~sung to a little tune~~~
Cherry brown love, take me away
I first met you and you were green
And though that first bite
Oh it took my breath away
There’s no love at first sight
But sure as light is true
Ballerina Bob says be your own
Try to hide with friends so dark
And you in the moonlight shone
Cherry brown love take me away
Nothing compels me to stay
When you’re around
I’m so much a Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01506161233998631428noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493981.post-1061412711532042722003-08-20T15:51:00.000-05:002003-08-20T16:36:26.163-05:00The more I know, the more I know how much I don't know. What a great thing, knowledge.
There are a few types of people in this world, so much as I can see. While we all can be seen in different shapes, colors and sizes, with seemingly different personalities, we can (and much to the chagrin of many of my young, university-educated brethren in this country) be pretty much narrowed down to a few Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01506161233998631428noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493981.post-1057623538846956172003-07-07T19:18:00.000-05:002003-07-07T19:18:58.860-05:00More to come soon...Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01506161233998631428noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493981.post-1057070786721746302003-07-01T09:46:00.000-05:002003-07-07T19:22:05.780-05:00xyxyxsdsassdfJohnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01506161233998631428noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493981.post-1056649071462622842003-06-26T12:37:00.000-05:002003-06-26T12:38:20.476-05:00Just a single quick note for this...Sandra Day O'Connor is a fucking woman, plain and simple. How a Supreme Court Justice, the most honorable position that can be bestowed upon a person in this country (in my opinion), the highest qualifier of character, could ever have been bestowed upon this woman is beyond me. She acts on feelings, on what feels right versus an objective interpretation of the Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01506161233998631428noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493981.post-1056138215497943322003-06-20T14:43:00.000-05:002003-06-20T14:47:18.340-05:00Okay, so now I've established that I am here. So what? Now what? The truth is, I decided to do one of these sites to keep me motivated to write periodically. Sort of an exercise bike for my mind - as with the risk that comes with actually buying the exercise machine, I am putting my discipline on the line and swearing it won't it end up rusting in the basement storage...
However, at this moment Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01506161233998631428noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493981.post-1056039595325282042003-06-19T11:19:00.000-05:002003-06-19T11:19:55.316-05:00The path may be arduous, wrong turns may appear attractive, but the pittering and pattering of my feet will continue, and one day I will be able to say, as I am saying today, "I have arrived."Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01506161233998631428noreply@blogger.com