jump

I'm in line for the diving board. I'm waiting the kids in front of me to do a can-opener or maybe a sweet sue-eee. My jump will be a relaxing one where as I am in the air I will hang suspended free and easy for a little bit. The water will envelope me like cytoplasm once I drop. Sometimes the air around me is on fire and I can't even breathe. Sometimes its eurphoric and I scream. Othertimes its just contains oxygen nitrogen and carbon dioxide but thats when I can't see.

Going to Rockford for the weekend.

being alone at a bar and I got euched

So I went to innertown last night to meet up with some people and I happened to get there too early. So I bought two pints for whoever shows up first. Then I started getting tired so I went to the bar and got a coke. As I was attempting to pay for the coke the waitress said, this ones on the house. Then I realized that I was that guy every bar hates who harasses patrons and sits alone guzzling bruisers. Fortunately Gary and Kelly came not a minute too late as I was sure to be pushing up daisies if the lone ranger caught me(complete with rope tie). Flash rewind 3 hours before and I'm playing euchre and one of the four went to get smokes as his partner tried to go it alone. The conditions of the exit were that you had to have an expression on your face given during the last play of the game. More importantly you're not allowed to smile or frown. Smokes guessed wrong as we had lost but we won the next one to even up. God I missed euchre, such a template for haphazard conversation.

STAAAAAAAAAR WARS is playing at grant park tonight. Thats right star wars sta sta sta star wars. sta sta sta star wars. sta sta sta wars.

sure to be everything I have ever hoped for. A new hope in world with none.

a little jittery but otherwise healthy

I know when I knocked a garbage can over that I had too much coffee this morning. Sweet half day inaugurating my two weeks here with an outdoor bbbq. The extra B is for bbbq. but wha wha what... It feels like I've been schived in calcutta everytime I get the email with bad news from cooperstown. Softball and friday afternoons are as american as apple pie. Apple pie that has pbr as a sweet carmalized compote and sand-chickenbones as garnish.

The gubbanater declares fun and who am I to argue. This weekend should be a sweet thoroughsean getaway complete with swampy balls and 155-foot bonfires. We all walked into the woods that night but none of us came out the same. The woods had a way of enervating into our very life blood triggering an intoxicating buzz causing the ground to tremble in fright beneath our dirty splintered feet. We need a call from the great mollusk shell to bring peace to our minds. The air will become thin and we'll lose hold of our tremolo. Backwards falling flashbacks of a time when I went down hill on a tandem bike pushing 50mph. There goes the chain, who cares we got potential. Thats all we need in life.

It scares me just a little

Last night I finally got around to watching Ghost in the Shell and it has the fastest moving plot I've ever managed to follow. I suggest watching it with english subtitle because the american voices sound like gijoe characters and the Japanese version sounds like star wars characters. I prefer the latter. The movie brought out a wave of apathetic emotion in me. With that in mind it really began to frighten me imagining people who are so deep into japanimation. Everything from having extras with emotion and catching light off the street light in sunglasses, its all a bit too real. Its like giving up on this life and creating an altogether artificial reality. But instead of making it happy, its quite bleak like the real world. Thats something I can't seem to understand which is why I reaffirm that people who are deeply into japanimation must have darker issues inside thats are brewing a necesity for an outlet of sorts. When all is said and done the movie blew me away and I'm a little hooked. The only movie I had seen before that was spirited away which served as an excellent primer. I'll take a moment to characterize this internal conversation. I'm biting the hand that feeds beautiful images into my head and attempting to build a fort made out of reality pillows to block out the tiny bodies and incredibly round eyes. Its like my mind is saying go ahead jump in, the water is warm but of course I have to notice the sign marked man eating sharks beware. Great Jeff jump into this little time sucker, its the most euphoric experience you'll get, just there's one catch you have to devote all your time to million dollar baby bed soars and "ray" eye gelatination. Fair trade for some yes, but I can't give up on the sun.

Best news I've heard to date for the cause

People at the Museum of Earth History in Eurkea Springs, Arkansas, have decided that dinosaurs were present on Noah's Ark.

There must have a bunch of people sitting around watching this all happen mumbling to themselves on how the best step forward is a step backwards tripping over a rock and watching yourself fall on the ground. Honestly this museum is hilarious and I'm almost happy it is in existence. It clearly belittles any historical evidence of genesis. We're surely not in Kansas anymore but bloody kansas has the most divided population since its existence(don't quote, me that's a schneider fact). eeeeeh(uneasy pause in conversation).

Burning up in the atmosphere entering laziness for a month

Life has been more work and less stress these days which relaxes my mind and energies my soul. There is a steep slippery slope between creativity and laziness that I think can only be described in a question I made up in 5 seconds from now. When do we live? Before we're established in life or after we've grown old. Thats to say that they both actually happen. It kind of reminds me of the line in Its a Wonderful Life when Jimmy Stuart says, "What you have to wait till you're old before you can buy your own house and spend the best years of your life living in a potterville." Maybe that's not how it goes but brings up a funny story of when I made my entire hostel watch this movie on Christmas day in Budapest. If you thought hostels are made up of strange people, imagine it on christmas when most people in society are with there family. I don't know what is bringing on this thought process but I believe it has something to do with this transition period. Transition periods in general are times of self reflection and hopefully realigning with society and giving it another stab. Be it the transition between highschool and college or the transition between academia and company, there will always be voices questioning saying," ehhh what the hell." In life comfortability is such a farce, keep moving or you'll go insane. That's why older peoples clothes seem so outrageous and they're always trying new diets and trends. Its an attempt to maintain stability in an ever-evolving world.



Go see Hummingbiird at the darkroom tonight. They go on at 11pm. The darkroom is located at the corner of Leavit and Chicago(between damen and western). Its gonna rock. IMPEACH PST! VIVA LA HUMMINGBIIRD.

Life on the slow rocket

Everything is getting back to about normal after breaking through the atmosphere and parachute landing into Lake Michigan. I finally made it print and to make it all so much more special its coauthored with my brother. I started my new job about 12 hours after returning from europe and although its more work its less stress. An even tradeoff for these months leading into school and indentured servitude.