tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33615982011-09-04T09:39:29.589-04:00warren said, "enjoy every sandwich."benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.comBlogger1121100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-107350627365208492004-01-07T15:05:00.000-05:002004-01-07T15:15:18.090-05:00i have started a new world wide website. feel free to check it out here.benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-1071846633461263442003-12-19T09:25:00.000-05:002003-12-19T11:34:38.903-05:00reading: half magic by edward eager
listening to: still jack johnson; i boogied to derek webb and the darkness yesterday
watching: jay and silent bob strike back
world-wide-webbing: ebay and half .coms, doing some christmas shopping
"oh, are they?"
it was a dark and rainy night. the rain had mostly stopped, but the roads were a bit wet. i was so very tired. i was so tired, in fact, that i fell benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-1070977363463193022003-12-09T08:42:00.000-05:002003-12-09T08:43:27.640-05:00i love sitting here... in the middle of my mother's classroom surrounded by second-graders. i love days like this one... when the kids are scurrying across the floor, doing errands for their teacher; my mom. chris is straightening quilts on the reading chair. he wants it to be just right, you know, lest he displease his teacher in any way. precious, these little ones.
i am well. i am enveloped benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-1068728177384572722003-11-13T07:56:00.000-05:002003-11-13T07:56:35.543-05:00hey, kids! it's me!!
i bet you thought that i was dead
but when i fell down i only broke my leg
and got a hemmorage in my head!
i am not sure if i owe anyone an apology, but i am so glad that people still visit here. thank you for caring.
the rumors are true:
1. i no longer have "personal" internet access. i have to visit offices and homes of friends and family to use the internet. i am sittingbenjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-1065210574138974712003-10-03T15:49:00.000-04:002003-10-03T15:49:33.560-04:00a new look... we lost the chatterbox and some links, but we will forge ahead, yes? there are some new links, too, that could be fun.
see you soon.benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-1065115846343594962003-10-02T13:30:00.000-04:002003-10-02T13:33:51.270-04:00stop the presses... except for this press.
the return of the barry from the lost files of mrs. world wide web has nearly floored me. everyone who visits this site, by the way, should visit the barry's site (located on the left of your screen as the second friend listing) and check out what he has to offer the internet community. this man turns whatever he touches into gold. he is an amazing benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-1064112856679619512003-09-20T22:54:00.000-04:002003-09-20T22:54:16.846-04:00ideas are flying towards me like the orlando lovebugs do in september!! stay tuned.benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-1063755455749928192003-09-16T19:37:00.000-04:002003-09-16T19:37:35.560-04:00she doesn’t drink booze
and she doesn’t have sex
she doesn’t listen to rock and roll
or generation x
some of her reasons
you might be able to guess
but you couldn’t guess all of them
even if you guessed your best
oo-ooo… guessed your best
oo-ooo… you’ll never guess
one more thing*
maybe we spoke too soon*
cause when she hears three dog night
she howls at the moon
same goes for creedence
and benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-1063377025631776012003-09-12T10:30:00.000-04:002003-09-15T14:06:04.020-04:00megoizzy: so ben is totally gung ho about ireland
megoizzy: i called him today
megoizzy: and he was standing in the travel section of borders looking at ireland books
megoizzy: lol
acousticjoe13: hahahahaha
megoizzy: i'm like "where are you???" cause he sounded kind of weird
megoizzy: truthfully, he sounded stoned
acousticjoe13: that man lives in borders
megoizzy: he's like "i'm in borders. in benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-1062729557304232802003-09-04T22:39:00.000-04:002003-09-04T22:44:51.016-04:00i am still around, so put your fears to rest. i was given a speeding ticket at about 4 o'clock in the morning earlier this week. that was fun... PSYCHE!! i almost hate police officers, in all honesty, especially those who pull "speed trap duty". in fact, the spot where the cops pulled me over was less than two miles from an old shopping center parking lot i pass through every time i come home benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-1061664363066357862003-08-23T14:46:00.000-04:002003-08-23T14:53:23.653-04:00there is a movie coming out called my boss's daughter. the local paper has this actual quote on the movie: "Ashton Kutcher pet-sits an owl, and dumbness ensues." it makes me want to go see it, for some reason. how can you go wrong with a promise of ensuing dumbness??! and speaking of kutcher, my mom absolutely adores that 70s show! it is so bizarre to come home at night and find her watching thatbenjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-1060483792683132852003-08-09T22:49:00.000-04:002003-08-09T22:49:52.523-04:00because i try to copy whatever megan does, i now have a "chatterbox" function on this page. feel free to scroll down and use it on the left side of the screen.
lyrics are coming, i promise. a few songs are being written as the week goes on. what are you all up to?benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-1059958199334958682003-08-03T20:49:00.000-04:002003-08-04T08:54:42.293-04:00i lied. i will not have new song lyrics up by week's end. look for some soon, though.
i bought 4 new dvds and 1 cd tonight, on my way home from fort lauderdale beach. i was at a wedding this weekend. i caught the garter, AND got to put it on the leg of the girl who caught the bouquet. she just so happened to be the maid of honor and sister of the bride; the bride i did not meet until after i benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-1059487611450455942003-07-29T10:06:00.000-04:002003-07-29T10:06:51.476-04:00i will surely have some new song lyrics up by week's end. the lyrics have been coming like meatloaf lately, and i have got to get some of these songs "finished".
my weekend was bittersweet. my time spent in tejas was a lot of fun, but both the drives to and from were speckled with car problems and sadness. i did get a cell phone last week, so i was able to keep in touch with some folks and chat benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-1058707179379725572003-07-20T09:19:00.000-04:002003-07-20T09:19:39.423-04:00i just had peach ice cream for breakfast. really, what else can i say about peach ice cream that hasn't already been said?
moving on, i laugh at the way i see-saw between serious, deep posts and lighthearted ones. usually, i don't think the world wide web is the place for me to talk about anything deep or personal, like peach ice cream, but sometimes it pops out. so there you go.
well, i am benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-1058628446980628842003-07-19T11:27:00.000-04:002003-07-19T11:27:26.966-04:00i am do not know how to put my insides into words on this screen. i am so happy, so very happy about the past three days of my life, and i am sad, too. i can't deny how i feel about someone. i can't deny that the dream could be coming true. i can't deny that it is real. i wouldn't want to if i could.
in the midst of that, a special someone is moving far away. at first glance, this seems so very benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-1058100702236424152003-07-13T08:51:00.000-04:002003-07-13T08:51:42.313-04:00okay, so the picture is not working. i think i know why, but i am not too concerned with fixing it right now.
i am actually not doing so well. my car died on me this week, so i am bumming rides. it is also going to cost more than a thousand dollars to fix, which means my debt will increase. also, i am simply feeling lonely lately. i will be fine, but i want to be honest.
apart from that, thingsbenjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-1057327395324094492003-07-04T10:03:00.000-04:002003-07-14T10:54:03.453-04:00i shaved it shorter; much shorter.
what do you think?benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-1057165727211629102003-07-02T13:08:00.000-04:002003-07-02T13:12:42.270-04:00okay, so the "Shout Out" link is my new comment dealie. click on it just as you used to click on the comments link. we lost all of the comments from the old provider, but that is okay because this one is actually done through blogger or whatever. enjoy.
i think i just set a new personal record for most posts on my weblog in one 24 hour period. sheesh.benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-1057164633913265452003-07-02T12:50:00.000-04:002003-07-02T12:50:33.816-04:00i light of i dream of non-jeanie's current request, i decided to go ahead with my plans to get rid of nearly all of the "friends" links i had. i left three links there; the links for the three friends i have known the longest and the closest.benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-1057160600556535952003-07-02T11:43:00.000-04:002003-07-02T11:44:13.703-04:00okay, my friend i dream of non-jeanie has requested, through comment, that i link to her weblog from mine. this poses a problem for me because i signed on here today fully intent on getting rid of most of my links to blogs.
i suppose i have two questions, really three; 1a) do any of you that visit here actually use the links to other weblogs that are found in the "friends" menu? 1b) if yes, did benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-1057104694009273342003-07-01T20:11:00.000-04:002003-07-01T20:11:34.040-04:00my head was shaved today. i wanted everyone to know that i went through with it. my general manager said he liked it, which is a good thing because i was afraid it would be too short. in fact, i am thinking of shaving it even shorter.benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-1056889755681068962003-06-29T08:29:00.000-04:002003-06-29T08:29:15.733-04:00um, wow. comments are back. go for it. connect four.benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-1056889513334662812003-06-29T08:25:00.000-04:002003-06-29T08:28:28.630-04:00not much news beyond work...
i worked another double yesterday, and i am in for one today. here are some funny things that have been going on:
funny thing #1: at lunch yesterday, i waited on four ladies. three of them consisted of two sisters and their mother, the fourth was a high schol friend of one of the sisters. she was in town for a reunion. they laughed a lot, and we got along well. at benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-1056805455111992142003-06-28T09:04:00.000-04:002003-06-28T09:04:15.113-04:00thursday night, i discovered something. if you have to wear a shirt that says "just do me" on the front, no one is going to do you. got it?
so, i worked a double yesterday, and i am tired. it feels good, though. i am making money and getting to know people. i feel comfortable being silly and outgoing because i have my brother and shawn to fall back on, having known them since before even they benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-1056643640714051732003-06-26T12:07:00.000-04:002003-06-26T12:12:52.410-04:00about 4 miles from my house, there is a breakfast place called clarkie's. i have been eating there since before i had armpit hair. i think they serve lunch, too. my mom and i went there this morning.
see, i gave my mom a book for mother's day. i told her that i wanted to read it independently, but meet each week and discuss it. it sounds weird to me when i read that typed-out. whatever. so, thisbenjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-3900697922003-06-25T15:31:00.000-04:002003-03-03T16:19:42.623-05:00i have been walking to work lately. my apartment is almost exactly one mile from the restaurant where i work tables, and my car has been acting funny lately. i am realizing that i might like to walk to work all the time, no matter my car's condition. it is so relaxing, and it is obviously very healthy.
on my walk from work to home, i always see something special. i was reminded today on my way benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-1056501124324282812003-06-24T20:32:00.000-04:002003-06-24T20:32:04.360-04:00oh, i have something else to say; two things...
1. i have a wicked blister on my right instep (i think that's what i mean), and it has been hurting like crazy. it is really nasty. i should take a picture and post it.
2. i forget. no, i remember. i think i may buzz my hair.
okay, that's it. i am off to run.benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-1056500579640688762003-06-24T20:22:00.000-04:002003-06-25T10:05:52.906-04:00this is my fourth attempt to start this entry. i just do not like to live in a contrived way. i find that i often try so hard to be funny, or even serious (if you can believe that). it is unfulfilling. i want to be truthful, and the truth of it is that my actions and emotions are often contrived. i hope some of that makes sense.
okay, so... a fresh start.
i love to run. i have mentioned this benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-1055706536648239482003-06-15T15:48:00.000-04:002003-06-15T15:48:56.656-04:00i fly to virginia tomorrow.
tomorrow night, i see the often imitated, never duplicated ben harper in concert.
jack johnson is opening.
wednesday night, i see the one, the only james taylor.
i will see him in concert, too.
not in a bookstore or something like that.
i am deep lately.
i am thinking deeply and smiling little.
i am haughty and self-righteous.
it is not hard to love and be humble.
i benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-1055656982686345692003-06-15T02:03:00.000-04:002003-06-15T02:32:16.636-04:00so here is the constant question.
what am i doing?
wouldn't you like to know?
i would.
we have hope.
if we can only trust one another a little, teensy bit.
i trust my friend, rhonda, at least this bit.
she lives in northern california, and we enjoy talking about chicken fat and back hair.
friends.
i'll be there for you... and your chicken fat epidemics.
i do not have much to share.
i bought abenjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-955331132003-06-10T23:13:00.000-04:002003-06-10T23:33:40.000-04:00
here is the new 'do.
my mother's reaction was great; "you look like the singer from that matchbox 20 group."
i guess there is a little pop star in me, itching to force its way out.
it's 3 a.m., i must be lonely.
i got the serving job at my brother's restaurant.
then, my car broke down in the parking lot after my first day of training.
son of a bitch... cars.
i am writing this from my dad's benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-954200582003-06-07T21:18:00.000-04:002003-06-07T21:26:12.000-04:00thanks to sarah for her comment.
i promised to respond to the question when i next visited.
last night, i went to a concert put on by my favorite local band.
they are called dialect.
visit them here.
i am ever-surprised by the presence, the mission, the valor... the love.
go to the website and listen.
i cannot say enough.
i had my hair cut today for the first time since october of 2001.
it benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-952563612003-06-03T18:16:00.000-04:002003-06-07T20:16:36.000-04:00thanks for all of the comments so far. it is nice to read responses to what i have written.
i am especially thankful for the responses on my comments on eating habits. in the week since last posting, i realized that i posted too strongly on giving up on meat. i should have said that i was considering it. it is both physically and mentally tough to make an immediate meat-to-no-meat switch. i knewbenjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-949603502003-05-27T18:35:00.000-04:002003-05-27T18:58:13.000-04:00well, thanks to both april and meg for commenting. i hope more of your comment in the future. this is quite a different journal for me, being the only one that others have access to. i am glad people read, but it is also nice to read what others have to say about what i write. speaking of which, meg mentioned her sadness over people smoking. i am not sure why she is sad, but i can think of some benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-947043162003-05-21T17:15:00.000-04:002003-05-21T18:17:42.000-04:00a commercial to start things: if you are reading, and if you don't mind, leave a little comment. i would like to see who is reading, even if i do not know you. consider it a social science experiment if you want.
someone asked me a question earlier today, and the answer is, "no." i have not seen mr. peters since i wrote about him. i have kept running, though. i enjoy running. i guess most folks benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-946433462003-05-20T13:53:00.000-04:002003-05-20T13:53:53.173-04:00okay, i have a story for everyone. gather 'round, gather 'round.
*ahem*
i have started running again, and i am only running a mile at a time right now. i will eventually work my way up to my old daily total, 5 miles, and then beyond that. anyway, after my daily run, i always take my dog for a mile walk. it helps me cool down, plus, it is just so damn fun to hang out with my dog.
anyway, today,benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-946040222003-05-19T19:19:00.000-04:002003-05-19T19:45:34.000-04:00i hope all is well for those who read here. i am coming along just fine; still wandering a bit, but not as lost as i thought i was.
hope is the reason i smile. a friend of mine says that hope is the difference between love and pain. i have been thinking on that.
i started work at ruby tuesday today. i will be glad when i have a job i can sink my teeth into. it is hard for me to motivate myself benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-942887682003-05-13T17:30:00.000-04:002003-05-13T17:30:39.990-04:00ahhh, life is pretty fine. i feel well, and i seem to be handed just enough pleasure and pain. last thursday, i planned to go to a comedy club downtown and stumbled across a friend's band. it was the first time i had seen dialect perform, and it was breathtaking. my friend is the lead singer, and he belongs right where he was; releasing his soul into the room. he is beautiful. i loved the benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-938254072003-05-05T18:02:00.000-04:002003-05-05T18:02:06.456-04:00i just read something that made me sad. a friend's husband has cancer. wow. chemotherapy has been going well, so that is good news. i just wanted to record it here.
i also realize that my last entry was pretty dumb. i apologize about that. orlando has been great for the last week and a half. i have spent very little time with my brother, but it has been wonderful to spend some time together. i benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-938237412003-05-05T17:31:00.000-04:002003-05-05T17:31:41.940-04:00Well, I am in Orlando and nearly moved in completely. I have all of my daily used things moved in, but some other things are still in the garage. I am eating a good amount of grits and drinking cold water. Is there a better drink than cold ice water? I think not. I have mowed each lawn (front and back) once since moving in, and I play with the dog at least once each day.
Today, I shopped myselfbenjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-930488332003-04-22T10:53:00.000-04:002003-04-22T10:56:15.000-04:00Yesterday, when I walked into the library, the man at the front desk looked familiar. I nearly immediately realized that I had waited on he and another guy at Applebee's last week. He looked at me, and realized the same thing. He even mentioned it, and he then asked me how work was going. I muttered something, mentioning that I had just left the restaurant and would be headed back to bartend thatbenjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-929988582003-04-21T15:34:00.000-04:002003-04-21T15:34:30.373-04:00Well, I move to Orlando on Friday. I am super excited to be in an old place that will feel new in many ways. I think I will sleep outside, in my tent, every night. I am not sure where I am going to work, but I assume it will be at an Applebee's there. I am not to concerned, having saved a good amount of cash and without the threat of bills to be paid.
I have not been around the internet much benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-927907402003-04-17T14:04:00.000-04:002003-04-17T14:04:50.500-04:00Okay, I had a strange dream. I cannot recall if it was last night or two nights ago. I want to say it was two nights ago, but I remember it so vividly that I am wondering if it was more recent... as in last night, since there is no other "more recent" option than last night. Ahem, anyway, I was chatting online with some folks about the newest Christopher Guest movie, "A Mighty Wind", and I benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-927399492003-04-16T17:56:00.000-04:002003-04-16T17:59:39.000-04:00How can I possibly keep up with all of the musicians I already love AND add new artists to the mix??! I mean, some days, I wish I was shallow enough to just like Bon Jovi or something, and be content with that. At least, I think it is my depth that encourages my yearning to dig deep into good music (i.e. not Bon Jovi). Anyway, I have been listening to some incredible music lately. I bought my benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-926760862003-04-15T18:02:00.000-04:002003-04-15T18:04:45.000-04:00Well, all is well in my world. I bartended last night, and it went fairly well. I am excited about leaving for Orlando, even if I sound like a broken record.
I met an internet acquaintance (let's call her "I Dream of Non-Jeanie") for lunch today. Five hours later, we drove our separate ways out of the parking lot. It was great to learn about her. I do better getting to know people in the benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-923739382003-04-10T14:07:00.000-04:002003-04-10T14:08:26.000-04:00
I thought it important to re-exhibit this photograph. I mean, I received zero comments on it, so I can safely assume that none of you have seen it. Of course, I could also assume that you DID see it and, after seeing it, A) vomitted all over your keyboards, rendering them useless for your use in "commenting", B) were sent into pealicious fits of laughter, causing you to hold your tummies with benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-919989042003-04-04T14:22:00.000-05:002003-04-05T14:35:44.000-05:00I have made a decision; a decision that should already be evident to you, the reader. For a while now (years, even), I have written, typed and even thought in complete lowercase lettering. Not anymore, baby!! Although I am still struggling with the words "i" ("I") and "benjamin" ("Benjamin"), I am doing fairly well for the first day under my new regime. By the way, when I say "regime", I am benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-918658402003-04-02T15:50:00.000-05:002003-04-02T15:50:47.546-05:00the things i put on this site seem to be things i desire response about. i rarely write here about things that i am keeping to myself and the confines of my private journals. that being said, i have been thinking about some things.
i think the word i have been thinking of is "LOVE". i believe that god is love, and i also believe that i was fashioned, created, made in the image of god. in other benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-914177202003-03-26T11:09:00.000-05:002003-04-01T01:49:13.000-05:00something i posted on a message board today:
i have lied for much of my life. i have led double and triple lives, being a pleaser of others, being whom or whatever my current company wishes me to be, or maybe as i thought they wished me to be. lying sucks, no matter if you are the liar or the one being lied to.
my problem lay in both fear and fantasy, and let me explain. i have always cared, benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-912396772003-03-23T16:23:00.000-05:002003-03-23T17:43:52.000-05:00if you've never stared off in the distance, then your life is a shame
-counting crows, "mrs. potter's lullaby"
i love dreaming. i love to stare off in the distance. i love to be grandiose, even when it hurts me later. i also love this counting crows song... and monkeys flinging poo.benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-910126092003-03-19T15:52:00.000-05:002003-03-19T16:23:40.000-05:00yesterday, i was thinking of the female body type that i am most attracted to. i began to couple that body type with my favorite character traits and personality options. i am a thinker. i do things like this all the time.
today, i walked into work a little tired. as i cleaned and straightened the tables in my section, i noticed a woman across the restaurant, doing the same thing. the odd thing benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-909540952003-03-18T18:38:00.000-05:002003-03-18T18:38:43.873-05:00i am going home to eat ice cream and watch short attention span-feeding sitcoms reruns on my local fox and w.b. affiliates. the end.benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-909517272003-03-18T17:55:00.000-05:002003-03-18T18:07:25.000-05:00yesterday, i was surprised with three (count 'em!! 3!!) pieces of personal mail, waiting in my mailbox for me, after work. two were letters, and one was a package. to be honest, i had been expecting all three, but i find that when i expect things they are almost always late or less fulfilling than i thought they would be. this leads me to just check my mail each day, repressing the urge to expectbenjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-906837152003-03-13T21:31:00.000-05:002003-03-13T21:31:07.903-05:00well, after much toiling on my end and patience on michaela's, my blog now has comment options. at the end of each entry, you are now able to click on the word "comments", and offer your, umm... comments? sure. anyway, enjoy that more than i enjoyed getting it set up, and we can call it even.benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-906779132003-03-13T19:30:00.000-05:002003-03-13T20:52:01.000-05:00i have been having some interesting questions lately. most of my life, i have been self-conscious. for that same amount of my life, i was a people pleaser, meaning that i did whatever i thought anyone wanted me to do in order to be in good favor with them.
for the past year, i have not given a rat's ass about what people think of me. i enjoy being honest, listening more than talking, and taking benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-906496832003-03-13T10:25:00.000-05:002003-04-10T13:57:08.000-04:00i received an e-mail from one of my closest friends from childhood. i was in his wedding on february 1 of this year, and he gave me a link to a website with some pictures from the amazing day. here i am. look for the ponytailed groomsman.
benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-905555672003-03-11T20:04:00.000-05:002003-03-11T20:04:59.000-05:00wow, nearly a week since my last post, eh? i am glad i did not get rid of my blog site, as i have been thinking about doing. it is good to have a place to connect to those i communicate with through the web. plus, i love writing. i really do, and i am learning more and more that my love for words can only grow. i feel i have barely skimmed the first icy particles off the top of the ice cream benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-902005782003-03-05T17:50:00.000-05:002003-03-11T19:10:01.000-05:00there is a girl, a woman, who was romantically interested in me in high school. we attended the same academy, and even participated in theatre together on a regular basis. well, rather than think clearly in those years, i thought with the wrong head, as they say.
it was nearly 16 months since i had graduated from high school that i finally told her that i would be interested in a relationship benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-896841532003-02-24T21:42:00.000-05:002003-02-24T21:42:26.436-05:00just because i am pondering something, i want to write about it. i am still at an age where i am not quite a contemporary or peer of my parents. i am wondering about what happens when i reach that point, assuming i reach it. the reason i am thinking of it is mainly because my maternal grandmother has alzheimer's disease. she does not remember or know anyone that she did formally. she has had the benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-896638142003-02-24T15:47:00.000-05:002003-03-05T17:36:42.000-05:00some days, i dislike the web. today is one of those days. i have spent the past hour or so attempting to change some things on my journal, here. the site was too slow, which brings me to the first reason i dislike it. americans, well, humans, in general, are lazy enough already. we never needed the web to come along and make us even more fueled by our desires for instant gratification.
earlier benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-874911252003-01-15T14:57:00.000-05:002003-03-11T20:05:40.000-05:00has it been only 2 months?? it feels like much longer. i am using the internet less and less, now that i do not have a job. my next job will, most likely, not include internet access, and i want to be better about updating this page so that friends who care and internet weirdos can keep up with me.
i am still living in jacksonville, florida. i have no job, currently, but i am not panicking untilbenjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-844863002002-11-13T15:00:00.000-05:002002-11-13T15:00:42.783-05:00the last song i write on these strings will be about love
the last song i write on these strings will be about you
when you talk on the phone with somebody, they can feel so far away
when i talk on the phone with you, it feels like you are in the same room
as me
sitting right across the table
drinking tea
playing songs on the guitar
like we do every afternoon
wish i had the money forbenjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-844218442002-11-12T11:04:00.000-05:002003-02-24T15:29:29.000-05:00the indigo girls are amazing musicians. this is obvious. they are also amazing people, which has not always been obvious to me. maybe it was my learned response to the homosexual community; a response that has been wrong, though many may have viewed it as righteous. i guess i objectify people very easily. no, i don’t guess. i know i do that. i automatically see ‘fat’ or ‘thin’, ‘pretty’ or ‘uglybenjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-834255872002-10-23T17:44:00.000-04:002002-10-23T17:44:01.550-04:00i seem to be doing nothing else but making new friends and growing closer to old ones. one such new friend is sarah ann (a.k.a. sarahjane, sayjay, sj & sar). she has a blog now, and i wanted to update my site with a link to it. you will find it to the left, labelled 'sayjay'. please indulge. :)
it is here, too.benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-825752082002-10-05T21:09:00.000-04:002002-10-05T21:09:08.200-04:00in the last few days, an acquaintance has grown a bit more towards friendship. this person is jillian!! *holds for thunderous applause* yes, jillian is my new buddy, and, as all good buddies do, she has a blog. please go visit her page. she is a wonderful writer and thinker, a combination that does not always occur. :) go here.
if you missed the links, here's another. hehehe...benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-824981522002-10-03T23:10:00.000-04:002002-10-05T20:47:39.000-04:00okay, so i was in court yesterday morning. as i sat and waited for my case, i realized how fascinating a courtroom is. i could honestly sit in one for a full day. i was spellbound by the ends and outs of it. folks there know exactly what is going on. like a well-oiled machine, the lawyers, parole officers, court clerks, and bailiff ran the day. well, the judge actually ran the day. it must be an benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-823882882002-10-01T19:33:00.000-04:002002-10-01T19:34:19.000-04:00okay, on a lighter note, i love the comic strip "get fuzzy", and i visit the comics.com site regularly to read the latest strips. i have provided a link here for your enjoyment or confusion, depending on your personal preferences. this post is dedicated to keith. :)benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-823880122002-10-01T19:26:00.000-04:002002-10-04T19:15:02.000-04:00i posted these lyrics last month, but i have since "finished up" the song. i put those words in quotes because i rarely feel a song is done with. anyway, here are the lyrics in their entirety. enjoy...
bruce and linda laughed
about days gone by
they had forgiven each other
for the most part
she had injured him
with thousands of her arrows
he had no protection
but it was his choice to benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-821455192002-09-26T10:19:00.000-04:002002-09-26T10:19:21.930-04:00if you are a regular visitor, you may have noticed that i have been posting like crazy this week. i even created a new blog for "ramblings". *sigh*... i got rid of it. the only rambling post i placed there is now on this page, but i digress. i wanted to tell you of my friend meg's new page. she has been an online buddy for a while now, though we have never met in person. she is a writer, and has benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-821452872002-09-26T10:14:00.000-04:002002-09-26T10:29:25.000-04:00i am so very excited about ben folds' live album that comes out on october 8th!! i was e-mailed about it, and here is a link to a page telling all about it. :)benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-821450572002-09-26T10:08:00.000-04:002002-09-26T10:08:19.653-04:00i have got to mention my latest commercial discovery. it is a radio commercial that plays too often on the local (jacksonville) espn radio affiliate. the commercial is for directtv's "nfl ticket". before going on, i must say that this "nfl ticket" thingie is about the dumbest thing i have ever heard of. i do not have 180 dollars (believe it. i checked.) to throw away on football, especially benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-821031702002-09-25T13:32:00.000-04:002002-09-25T13:34:57.000-04:00also, i have had a few requests for recordings of my music. (okay, barely two... can a guy not dream??!?) i have been so very encouraged by this. i tried to write last evening, but i was not catching the inspiration. most of my songs (or poems that become songs) feel halfway done, at least. some feel 80% done, and none of them feel complete. even songs that feel they need nothing more musically benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-821029812002-09-25T13:28:00.000-04:002002-09-25T13:36:14.000-04:00okay, for those of you who have never visited it, please do so. what i am referring to is bry-bry's ramblings page. his link is to the left, but it is also here: bryan allain.
this man is literally one of the funniest men i have ever read. you see comedy is difficult to write, i feel. it is far easier to get folks to laugh when you have the use of your entire body, pitting awkward facial benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-818516442002-09-19T22:29:00.000-04:002002-10-04T19:20:13.000-04:00bruce and linda laughed
about days gone by
they had forgiven each other
for the most part
she had injured him
with hundreds of her arrows
he had no protection
but it was his choice to bare his soul
and bruce and linda laughed
they'd heard laughter was the best of medicines
but not all wounds can heal
over a glass of wine for shits and giggles
she cried for the thousandth time
he cried for his benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-816131822002-09-14T21:23:00.000-04:002002-10-04T19:16:57.000-04:00i put on my best shirt
and sweated through dinner
i sweated through dinner just to gain your approval
i put on my best pants
the ones i can barely fit this ass into
and sweated through dinner just for you
i got in my dad's old car
and drove up every weekend
okay, almost every weekend just to see how you were doing
i followed you around town
to church, school & your office
as if i didn't know benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-815206222002-09-12T16:20:00.000-04:002002-09-12T16:20:09.793-04:00i have wept twice in regards to the attacks on the twin towers. the first time was for a few morning hours on 11 september, 2001. the second time occurred yesterday morning; 11 september, 2002. i cried for a different reason each time.
last year, i cried out of fear and hatred. i was afraid of what i did not know and could not see. i was afraid to be so far from something that felt so close. i benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-809168272002-08-30T10:09:00.000-04:002002-08-30T10:09:42.140-04:00last night, my life changed... literally. i am currently in murfreesboro (tennessee, a bit south of nashville), visiting a friend. we went to see a movie last night. we chose "signs". you know the one... with mel gibson and joaquin phoenix. the thematic idea that life has no coincidences has been highly evident in my life lately. too dramatic? okay, but i will say this. i had a hard time catchingbenjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-807427122002-08-26T16:26:00.000-04:002002-08-26T16:26:05.910-04:00i did a bad thing. i assumed. we all know what that does, and even if you do not, it is bad. just know that. i was not aware of my friend bryan's address change for his website. geez, how did i miss that? i even had a link from this blog to his, but it was the wrong one. yikes. this goes to show what i have believed all along to be true; that the internet is the biggest farce ever perpetrated on benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-807082922002-08-25T21:35:00.000-04:002002-08-25T21:35:17.306-04:00okay, i obviously did not buy the mando. :)
also, i changed the look a bit. i needed a change, i guess. okay, bye.benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-805907602002-08-22T20:07:00.000-04:002002-08-25T21:27:00.000-04:00i may have to purchase a mandolin tonight. it is $69.95; a brand new johnson. it is here:
jerry and betty's mando
the auction ends in exactly one hour. hmm...benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-796553622002-07-31T16:15:00.000-04:002002-07-31T16:15:07.283-04:00okay, so jack handey's "deep thoughts" are very funny. it is rare that anything makes me laugh out loud or truly have to relieve myself, but it happens often with jack. i ran across a website of "thoughts", and thought i would share. here is a sampling:
If I lived back in the wild west days, instead of carrying a six-gun in my holster, I'd carry a soldering iron. That way, if some smart-aleck benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-794175632002-07-25T21:46:00.000-04:002002-07-25T22:38:24.000-04:00"at the end of the day, i write and participate in something creative because it makes me more human and alive. and my hope is that our work will inspire others to write their own stories more vividly, whether or not they pick up a pen. and if even a few are able to risk more, reap more, breathe more deeply because of a little something we do, it is enough."
-linford detweilerbenjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-792260822002-07-21T15:23:00.000-04:002002-07-21T15:26:49.000-04:00come to think of it, some of my favorite strips of calvin and hobbes were the ones involving stupendous man. geez, how fun. of course, his inventions strips run a close second. is it weird that my favorite strips involve calvin's various attempts to either rid the world of females, establish anarchy, or bring himself some sort of power? i guess, on one hand, that i often look at the world throughbenjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-792253862002-07-21T14:59:00.000-04:002002-07-21T15:43:49.000-04:00well, my curious side got the best of me this time. i visited the "what calvin are you?" quiz, desiring to discover my inner calvin...or something. it was fun. oh, i should mention that i was enticed by my friend's visit to the quiz. her site is to the left, under megan tardiff. she is fun, too.
You are Stupendous Man!You are simply amazing, whether you are battling your arch-nemesis Mom Lady, benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-787475772002-07-09T17:43:00.000-04:002002-07-13T18:07:40.000-04:00life is good right now. i am learning and growing so very much, it seems, and i am happy.
i am reading more. i started the harry potter series again today. i have read the first three books, but it was too long ago to start the fourth before reading them again. i have been reading tolkien's two towers, as well. i finished my c.s. lewis biography, and i am now working through letters to malcolm benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-784708802002-07-02T13:47:00.000-04:002002-07-02T13:47:33.830-04:00oh, yeah, i also wanted to mention over the rhine.
an acquaintance of mine from the caedmon's call rumor forum steered me toward this musical group's website. i had heard of them, but the visit to the site was a rediscovering, to say the least. wonderful words and beautiful thoughts abound.
their site is here:
karin and linfordbenjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-784701062002-07-02T13:28:00.000-04:002002-07-02T13:42:57.000-04:00so, i have a new kitten now. her name is madeline, and she is so very precious. i adopted her from a rescue shelter on the west side of the city. we have fun.
i want to update this at least once a week, but i am not on the internet enough. once i start back to school, i will have to be in the computer lab much during my free time. i suppose my entries could become more regular then.
not much benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-777091012002-06-13T15:41:00.000-04:002002-06-13T15:41:57.143-04:00it has been a while, huh? well, good to be back. i am so thankful that i do not have access to the web in my apartment. i have learned to use my time so much more wisely in the meantime. i am writing, reading, singing, and thinking more. i take the time for tea and my pipe in the morning. i enjoy nature. i stare at the moon nearly every night. i wish i was writing more music, but i need to benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-768857782002-05-23T11:47:00.000-04:002002-06-08T23:46:12.000-04:00i am sitting in the computer lab with my dad. we are getting ready to head south to st. augustine for the afternoon. yay!
well, i am not on the web much anymore (that is a good thing.), so i thought i would post while i was here. for those that read this, thanks. that is part of why i write. of course, the main reason is because i have to. the other day i was writing in my journal about how benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-767422112002-05-19T22:34:00.000-04:002002-05-19T22:39:08.000-04:00this morning, i journalled (ever still not a word) in my written journal for the first time in a good while.
i have written nearly everyday since the ides of march, but not really writing.
that is hard to explain.
anyway, i wanted to send along some thoughts from the day.
beware; this is not short, and nor is it very interesting.
i hope this becomes normal, my copying my written journal to this benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-767400962002-05-19T21:35:00.000-04:002002-05-19T21:35:18.880-04:00i have changed things a bit.
i wanted a brighter look, for i am feeling brighter.benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-763456602002-05-09T11:22:00.000-04:002002-10-04T19:11:25.000-04:00having decided that my latest song is right with the choruses and verses and needs no bridge, i decided to post the lyrics.
it has no name, and i would appreciate no one stealing it, or anything else i post here for that matter.
of course, that assumes you would find this song worthy of theft. :)
ok, here goes.
there's this girl i know
well i know her name is sarah
everytime i go
to sunday benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-760490222002-05-01T15:26:00.000-04:002002-05-01T15:46:34.000-04:00i never thought you were the letter writing type
so now i see the words you chose, the way you write
so i started to write back about the trees in the snow
and i saw a bird, couldn't say what it was but i thought you'd know
you always surprised me
and if i wrote you; if i wrote you; you would know me
and you would not write me again
and when the spring came and flooded all the streams
it's likebenjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-760423102002-05-01T11:48:00.000-04:002002-05-01T12:35:41.000-04:00the collect for purity for the fifth sunday of easter:
o almighty god, whom to truly know is everlasting life: grant us so perfectly to know thy son jesus christ to be the way, the truth, and the life, that we may steadfastly follow his steps in the way that leadeth to eternal life; through the same thy son jesus christ our lord, who liveth and reigneth with thee, in the unity of the holy spiritbenjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-757034922002-04-22T18:37:00.000-04:002002-04-22T18:43:17.000-04:00this is nearly too obligatory.
it has been so long since i have journalled in my original journal(and i still have not) that this journal has seemed non-important, honestly.
i wish i was funny on here, as others i know.
i wish i was more happy in general.
this has been a rough week, and full of feeling.
i have been thinking a lot about my dreams, both known and unknown.
i want to finish my benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-752959592002-04-11T15:55:00.000-04:002002-04-11T16:33:37.000-04:00today, i started my weekend.
i now work full-time, saturday through wednesday, and my weekend pangs begin wednesday afternoon, rather than friday, as they once did.
this has been strange so far, though i am sure it will become commonplace.
i say all that to say that i loved sleeping in late this morning.
i will confess that i woke up around 11 am.
after my shower, i journalled(still not a word)benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-114636782002-04-04T15:35:00.000-05:002002-05-01T12:07:52.000-04:00it has been a while, as time goes in web journal land, since i posted an entry here.
i realize very few people read this.
i would say that fewer post on my message forum, but i think the number is about the same.
i have started a new job, and i have internet access in the mornings, but the afternoon supervisor is strict about folks staying off of the web.
on the weekends, i work mostly late benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-111415442002-03-26T12:04:00.000-05:002002-03-26T12:06:30.000-05:00i fixed the c.s. lewis quote, from the below post, so that it is all in italics.
i am not sure how it was incorrect.
i have a new job!
the position's title is telemarketer, but before you program your phones to hang up on me, the company deals in inbound telemarketing, which means, in short, that you call them, not they you.
the company is basically an answering service used as a purchase line benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3361598.post-111124062002-03-25T17:03:00.000-05:002002-04-04T15:39:55.000-05:00ok, so what about this quote on the left here?
it is from lewis...c.s. lewis, and from a book of his, titled letters to malcolm: chiefly on prayer.
its subtitle is reflections on the dialogue between man and god.
wow.
i recommend the book to anyone who has ever been to church.
at any rate, i have been thinking about it, and i like it a lot.
the blog will only let me have a maximum of 500 benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07567811411543284414noreply@blogger.com0