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Sunday, June 05, 2005

grinnell

visited matthew gerrard and brielle this weekend in grinnell. i'm quite sure i spelled that wrong. grinell is about 5 hours away, and it was a good time. we saw madagascar together, it was funny. we played a settlers game, that was fun (i lost).

we sat around, we walked downtown, we walked every where. it was good. saw some cool stores. brielle works at a super cool paper store. it's really interesting stuff.

lig=life in general is good. i feel a little overwhelmed by my four odd jobs. even though they are all going very well, i'm just anxious i guess to get the hours all in. i probably shouldn't be too worried, but i am.

this whole blogging thing is weird to me. i guess it's weird because i don't have any idea who reads it. i don't know if i'm really generic or if i'm too specific. i'm not sure what people expect when they read this, but i like to write on it.

i was thinking today, whist driving, that if i really want to write, seriously, i need to dedicate some serious time to it. especially if i'm going to write anything good. i can think and ponder all i want, but before i put pen to paper, or fingers to keys, i haven't really accomplished anything. the other thing is i am learning that to do good quality work, requires putting serious time into it. in this case it means time writing. and more and more time. and i don't really feel like i have the hours prioritized to write at the moment. do i'm trying to decide what i want to do right now. i'm not going to quit working, because i need the money, and i enjoy what i'm doing. maybe, i should spend some time working on it between coming home and sleeping. but the problem with that is i'm not sure it will be relaxing or good...think about something long enough and you've already made your decision, to think rather than to do.

today, i've had two instances that senses besides sight reminded me of a memory. i drank some blue moon beer, and it reminded me of drinking beer at stephens during the fall semester. i ate some pizza that matty loaded up with vegetables, and i flashed back to two summers ago when i had almost the same pizza in his b2 apartment.

i enjoy flashback memories--especially ones that are instigated by smells or tastes.


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jack. i read all your blog postings. peace.

Posted by Blogger JON MEYERS #  

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maravillioso
i read all of them too.

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I read it too but feel the same about mine somtimes as well

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i love those moments when a smell or a taste reminds me of something. i think the experience of remembering has much more clarity.

Posted by Blogger Liz #  

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See, Jack, the trick is to assume that no-one reads your journal. You start to post things without regard as to their tact or appropriateness, and then when someone posts it's a special event worthy of chocolate cake. CHEESEcake. Beefcake has bad cholesterol.

Your (dad's?) Nietschze book will be returned to the appropriate box in the basement I stole it from.

Posted by Blogger Stoferin #  

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Ahhhhh, not postings. Why for, Jack? Porque, no? PORQUE NO?!

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Jack, I have a baby paper that I'd like you to read. What is your current email address?

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