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JeneB and W. Brett...come home soon...

Crab-picking, playing football in the rain, sitting on the front porch watching it rain, eating more crab, good friends, 40's, music and more crab picking. All included in the best Memorial Day I've ever experienced. I couldn't have asked for more.

An Old Poem

He turned letters to words with gentle hands.
And then an empty mattress lined the hardwood floor.

When I remember loneliness in small cities,
I see brick lined walks with families and full tables.

There’s a wall with hope written in languages of mingled letters.
There’s tea and music and book lined walls.

But I found, folded on wooden floors, skin like paper creased into fragile objects.

Simon and Garfunkel's Greatest Hits

Simon sits at the plaza In Barcelona He spoke with a lisp Then Simon said Emilia would come That night She didn't.   Simon says He feels desolate And drowned By the smoke; he is a smoker. He says it gets in his eyes And his beer. It is like golden nectar .   He says the walks home are nice. He lives on 59th street.   It must be silent so late at night Only sounds of Rain And two feet Landing- Pit- pat, pit- pat   Emilia came over the other night. She Knocked three times He finally let her in. -She says he's like a rock.   She wanted to go to the fair Some thyme   He'll probably stay home. Simon told Emilia He wouldn't mind if she stayed.   Simon loves Emilia.   In America they would survive.   Simon wants to stay. Emilia will be distracted. Simon says he doesn't understand Emilia Says they are not in Mexico Mexican is not a language. Emilia has a lisp.   Simon writes the ends of books. Says the beginnings are boring The middles are discouraging.

The Mash-Up Competition is on.

Big Black Nothing

It appears it's been several months since anyone's posted anything on here. It's been a busy couple of months though. Spring has sprung. Exams have come and gone. New experiences and opportunities have presented themselves, the Michael Scott Paper Company succeeded and failed, the DTV transition has occurred? And John Townsend Sutton owns his very own laptop.

I've been working a lot, staying busy. I feel tired most days, especially those in which I work both jobs, but I'm also filled with an energy that keeps me going. Maybe it's because the weather is getting warmer, or that I feel more financially stable, or maybe it's because Alex is back in my life. We've both changed a lot. I wouldn't have noticed it had we not been apart for basically two years now, but I can definitely feel it. We feel more settled, more at peace. And, just like last time, he makes me feel normal.

My plan for teaching is in full swing and everything is planned out. All I have to do is keep my focus and push on through until this time next year, I'll be a teacher...well, an out-of-work teacher. But I'll be certified to teach.

For now, it's a rainy Monday morning. I'm sitting at the coffee shop, watching all the regular customers come and go, satisfied with their coffees and pastries. Bonnaroo is in 30 days. Summer vacation is right around the corner and everything is looking up.

Michael Scott Quote: What is more important than quality? Equality.

Family Love Snow!

Finally! A big snow hits Roanoke, VA right in time for Spring Break. No school, no work. Nothing to do but sit around and read/watch movies and relax.

The wind howls through the rooftops of our home. The woman that lives below us has been gone for three weeks now and we fear that she moved away, leaving her appartment filled with a lifetime full of useless crap gathered through gifts and purchases. I told Jenny I wanted to stay here for another year. She mentioned the word "home" and I knew we were on the same page. Time spent alone, time spent with roomates/friends. Where else would I go? This feels like home. This is home. Mog is lying on me in an awkward position. He's so loving and friendly. Brett is home. A death in the family. Time spent away.

Too few blogs these days. Going to correct that. Not going to class tomorrow. Can't wait to be a teacher. It's strange to have ambition. It's strange to invision the future beyond a day or a dream.

Tribute to Bush

I could only get through half of this before I became extremely uncomfortable....

Enjoy!!