Saturday, September 11, 2004
Friday, September 10, 2004
ali's garter belt
I have been told and observed for myself on more than several such occasions that a tradition in weddings is for the bride to remove her garter belt and toss it into a crowd of bachelors, Interestingly, for the one who catches it, the days of being single are alleged to be few.
The Goodnows
The next generation of Goodnows will soon embark on a perilous journey towards truth, freedom, and the American way.
Its great to have some time to mess with this blog for once, Being an Apple OS user at home and a pc user at work have given me a little more of a challenge when it comes to configuring this blog to be more of the way that I would like it to be.
I just joined flickr and now I too can post my photos here with all the other crap I feel like mucking with. It feels good to be able to have such a thing and I look forward to going home and uploading some photos from my friend Mag & Ali's wedding last weekend.
I am sure you are thinking to yourself..."great. some stupid wedding photos" but hey, they may turn out to be more interesting than you think or would like to think anyway.
I just can't wait until I discover the way to post some mpegs here as well....
I can't believe that I have gone almost a month without updating this blog. It seems that I go through phases with the internet. Some days I get really into it and others days find me wondering why I write anything in here at all.
Now that the "big" media outlets have jumped on the blog bandwagon, will their coverage of the news get better? That is a good question to ponder.
Working for such a media outlet, I have discovered a parallel between myself and the Media machine and the old testament tale of Jonah and the whale or maybe its not like that at all and I am just really confused...
As the editor-in-chief around these parts, I feel the need to apologize to my readers for the lull in communications. It appears that strange times have befallen this literary ship at sea and through a rough passage of storms and swells, this tiny vessel is once again in sight of distant shorelines.
Sometimes it looks like I use this page to conjure up a vent, its a way to feel the sweet release of all that buried rage but I don't like to be that person. I need to express forms of happiness and contentment with the progress of my life. I have been spending some time on the thoughts of life and living and I am ready to move forward and no longer allow those old demons keep me from the realization of my potential in regards to my life.
I need to find another source of income, pull myself up by the bootstraps and forge ahead free and unhindered by a lack of resource. I fear that the wellspring of ideas that usually flows free could be damaged by my own lack of mental willpower.
It is high time to work, to achieve, and become the man that this stubborn bitter soul occupies. I went out last week on Wednesday night to ESL(formerly the Fountainhead Lounge..) for the last time.
This bar was responsible to awakening me to downtempo music and for that I am grateful but the place has stagnated in the way most places do around here. The novelty is gone and the owner(s) do not seem interested in moving forward. Fine. I hate to say it but I actually enjoy just staying at home and enjoying the fruits of my labour. I am no scenester, well not any more anyways, I really did not get too much out of the experience anyways. I did meet a few really great people that I still get to see on that rare and random occasion but I am not seeking anymore. The search has ended. How can I search for something when I do not even know what it is that I seek?
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