tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60948152011-04-21T19:54:25.388-07:00headspaceJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.comBlogger751100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1085090738806878342004-05-20T15:04:00.000-07:002004-05-20T15:06:59.666-07:00...and it appears that, in this fit of redesign insanity on my part, I have lost all of my comments and links. That'll have to be dealt with soon, I imagine. I also have no idea why "contributors" are listed, and why Jody is listed there in the first place...Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1085090529901205312004-05-20T14:30:00.000-07:002004-05-20T15:02:09.900-07:00I haven't posted here in almost two weeks. In other words, I've been a bit slow with the updates of late, and I apologize. I could take the easy road of blaming various other commitments - work, school, socializing, eating, sleeping, reading, whatever - or I could just be honest. I'm a self-professed creature of habit. I often find disruptions to routine a lot to deal with - and school ending andJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1083566909462242872004-05-02T23:42:00.000-07:002004-05-02T23:52:48.716-07:00To realize in its completeness the universal beauty and perfection of the works of God, we must recognize a certain perpetual and very free progress of the whole universe. There must always remain, in the abyss of things, slumbering parts which have yet to be awakened.
-- Gottfried Wilhelm Leibniz
"On The Ultimate Organization of Things" (1697)
This is a really beautiful insight. Change is Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1083566143902864742004-05-02T23:06:00.000-07:002004-05-02T23:42:33.450-07:00Plainly, nobody will be afraid who believes nothing can happen to him. Fear is felt by those who believe something is likely to happen to them. People do not believe this when they are, or think they are, in the midst of great prosperity, and are in consequence insolent, contemptuous, and reckless. But if they feel the anguish of uncertainty, there must be some faint expectation of escape.
-- Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1083564266799289352004-05-02T22:43:00.000-07:002004-05-02T23:10:33.903-07:00It was a busy Saturday night at the family resteraunt where I wait tables. Tourists were gorging on the greasy, fat-loaded meals that spark guilt in me for even suggesting them. The night would have been forgotten if not for one thing. Seated at a booth were a young mother and father with their adorable little boy, no older than three. I had to do a double take to absorb what I saw: in front of Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1083563004163807372004-05-02T22:25:00.000-07:002004-05-02T22:47:44.233-07:00Viewing the oft-discussed and relatively new documentary The Corporation was shocking. The documentary itself is a far-reaching and eye-opening liberal media excercise pointing out the fatal flaws in our society's love affair with obsecene amounts of capitalist growth at the expense of the environment and our integrity, and it does an excellent job at getting its message across poignantly and Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1083561927291440852004-05-02T20:57:00.000-07:002004-05-02T23:55:32.716-07:00I don't know what's wrong with me sometimes, I think. Lately I've been feeling more and more disaffected (though perhaps that's a buzzword as far as some are concerned) and restless in spite of an oddly far-reaching sense of spiritual well-being most of the time. I think it's time for a profound and positive change. A shift to less caffeine, perhaps...?
Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1083543660216595742004-05-02T16:46:00.000-07:002004-05-02T17:25:21.890-07:00Throughout the course of this weekend, I have taken the train in and out of the downtown core at least four or five times. I'm nothing if not a notorious people-watcher, I have realized. Sometimes I think that it's going to catch up with me in one way or another, but old habits do die hard.
I noticed an interesting quasi-epidemic during my trips from the suburbs of south Calgary to the core andJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1082796726322169852004-04-24T01:50:00.000-07:002004-04-24T01:57:58.360-07:00"Silence alone is great; all else is weakness."
-- Alfred DeVigny
La Mort du Loup
(1864)
"Oh, speak again, bright angel..."
-- William Shakespeare
Romeo and JulietJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1082787478464314012004-04-23T22:52:00.000-07:002004-04-24T02:20:33.996-07:00I loathe Chinook Centre.
Actually, I really don't care for malls in general. But Chinook Centre is (for my non-local readers, a massive shopping center in Calgary that caters almost entirely to the teen market), as far as I'm concerned, the worst of the worst. A capitalistic nightmare. A monument to greed, excess, and style over substance. A haven for the lonely, the pretend, the false, and theJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1082785385279508752004-04-23T21:49:00.000-07:002004-04-23T22:47:14.763-07:00While riding my bike, I heard brakes squeal and turned to see a car hit an old man. I rushed to help him. He was laying on the ground and bleeding. I took off my shirt to slow it down. He was okay, but losing a lot of blood.
A group of people gathered around us, talking on their cell phones with the police. I asked the man if he wanted to go to the hospital by ambulance or if he just wanted to Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1082436738775363352004-04-19T21:14:00.000-07:002004-04-19T22:02:55.310-07:00I am fascinated by places that people don't want to be. Places like the doctor's office, for example, or a C-train station. We are a very transition-themed culture. Everything is about getting to the next level or the next stop or the next destination. I see the same people at the same C-train stops at the same times of day each day, and, in some cases, have been seeing them there for years. And,Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1081952722092868212004-04-14T07:18:00.000-07:002004-04-14T07:29:18.390-07:00"My heart foreseeing your condemnation, into this tomb I made my way by stealth...and here, far from every human gaze, in your arms I wished to die..."
-- "Aida" (Verdi)
"Holy Angel, in Heaven blessed, my spirit longs with thee to rest!"
-- "Faust" (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe)
Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1081670112013724332004-04-11T00:54:00.000-07:002004-04-11T00:59:40.903-07:00Diminished seventh chords are one of my favorite things... Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1081669974856593652004-04-11T00:30:00.000-07:002004-04-11T00:56:46.280-07:00I work with a woman at my Safeway store named Diane. She's in her early fifties and has been at my store for about a year. Diane is a part-time cashier. Diane has a very bad case of epilepsy. She has about two or three grand mal seizures a week, which means that she looses conciousness and convulses on the floor for a few minutes before waking up and having no idea where she is. About once or Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1081399891387854622004-04-07T21:51:00.000-07:002004-04-07T21:59:16.436-07:00"...The ideas had lodged for some time. A young journalist on the Daily Express in the UK, Philip Geddes, whom Lloyd Webber knew and liked, and who had just interviewed him, was killed by the infamous IRA Christmas shopping bomb at Harrods in 1985. The composer had also read, and been affected by, a story in the New York Times about a young Cambodian boy who, having lost his parents during local Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1081398799490337822004-04-07T21:33:00.000-07:002004-04-07T21:37:07.013-07:00It's funny how sometimes I can leave this alone for close to a week because I really have nothing interesting to say, and then other times I feel compelled to run to a computer and add something. Today was an example of the latter case, I suppose, simply because I've had several blog-worthy trains of thought running around in my head over the last week, and have only now been able to marshall theJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1080803334147983202004-03-31T23:08:00.000-08:002004-03-31T23:13:41.903-08:00I just finished this article for the paper at school. I actually really liked it, so I feel like posting it here. I wish every article I write for various papers could be this fun...
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Bell-bottom pants.
Neon.
Snap bracelets.
Acid-washed jeans.
“Like, totally radical, man.”
Sound familiar?
If any of it does – and it’s likely that at least oneJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1080228405614978032004-03-25T07:26:00.000-08:002004-03-25T07:30:14.466-08:00We're leaving for Canmore in an hour or so. It should be fun and exciting. And any time we can go on a "field trip" in school is always interesting. I'm actually seriously interesting in hearing what the conservationists have to say about the development in their town during our interview - and the chance to film this part of the documentary will be quite interesting, especially because Canmore Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1079970389559308712004-03-22T07:46:00.000-08:002004-03-22T07:49:54.060-08:00Again, it's been longer than I'd have liked between updates. Really, all I can fall back on at this point is a lack of sleep and too much to do at school. However, things have been fine - not a lot has been happening, but nothing has spiraled out of control, either, so I suppose I should consider myself lucky.
I have noticed three seperate incidents in the last two weeks or so where stories Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1079251088207695852004-03-13T23:58:00.000-08:002004-03-14T00:01:21.140-08:00Something for nothing. The easy way out. Everyone seems to want it out of life, which is quite unfortunate - and disheartening.
I am counting the days until I can take my leave of Safeway and shove the apron under my bed.
Yes, the two statements are related, but in the interests of my blood pressure, I'll decline further comment for now.
I went for a walk tonight all around Oakridge and the Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1078981764886015582004-03-10T21:09:00.000-08:002004-03-10T21:13:18.326-08:00I've been getting a number of e-mails (most of them from ex-band kids) about the article I wrote about Stampede Band and being in band in general that ran in the Sun on Tuesday. I think it's funny, since I'm actually rather embarassed I wrote it now, and it contained about seventeen different references to things I'd rather forget about during my time with the red boots and cowboy hat. Yes, we'veJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1078932925653743242004-03-10T07:35:00.000-08:002004-03-10T07:38:33.843-08:00The EnCana interview went well yesterday morning - I begin there on May 3rd. It's basically a web media job, in that I will be responsible for creating a web-based news portal for their Calgary company in the four months that I'm there this summer. Which means that my Safeway days are relatively numbered, at least until September. I would follow this up with a sentimental post about how much I'llJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1078725403770556372004-03-07T21:56:00.000-08:002004-03-07T21:59:58.403-08:00"If, far in the future, an alien civilization landed here long after humans were gone, and somehow found a modern clarinet, do you think they would assume that humans had dozens of very small fingers?"
-- heard by me on the C-Train last week - too funny/interesting not to share...Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1078711185196742452004-03-07T17:59:00.000-08:002004-03-07T18:02:49.560-08:00I wish I still had that MIDI file on this computer of "Awesome God" (Rich Mullins) from back in high school...it was good times, as far as I was concerned.
For now, though, I am happy with Steve Bell...everyone should hear "Burning Ember".
Amy Grant, however, needs some heavy work...Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1078710833658021372004-03-07T17:53:00.000-08:002004-03-07T17:56:58.090-08:00Not a great deal has happened over the last few days, which more or less explains why updates here have been a little slow in coming.
Last week was, by and large, a waste of time, as nothing was really due or worked on in school. I also am one of the few people around who doesn't seem to be sick - and given the amount of sugar I often go through each day, this can be taken as a minor miracle, I Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1078201374559616332004-03-01T20:22:00.000-08:002004-03-01T20:25:51.296-08:00"So we keep on asking, over and over,
Until a handfull of earth
Stops our mouths -
But is that an answer?"
- Heinrich Heine
"Lazarus" (1854)Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1078200637304376602004-03-01T20:10:00.000-08:002004-03-01T20:16:04.340-08:00I've been reading a lot of Carl Sagan stuff lately. I've always had a lot of respect for the man, and his books have been on my shelves for years, but in the last three or four months, I've started to really understand him. His abilities as a scientist, a a thinker and teacher, and an individual who did whatever he could to bring a message of peace and individual self-worth to a largely Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1078117186771492642004-02-29T20:59:00.000-08:002004-02-29T21:09:01.920-08:00I'm kind of tired.
I'm tired of people not seeing the big picture. I'm tired of people not understanding there's more to life than nastiness and insecurities and petty feuds and the next party and the new mall. I'm tired of people not understanding things like the consequences of one's actions and the need to not begin every sentence with "I" (ironic in this context, huh?). I'm tired of having Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1077806679579675962004-02-26T06:44:00.000-08:002004-02-26T06:52:55.293-08:00It isn't often that I talk about profoundly moving experiences. It's not often that I experience something in general that makes me feel completely cleaned out as a person. It isn't often that I experience something so horrifying and still beautiful at the same time that I find myself basically unable to talk for ten minutes afterwards.
However, all of the above was the case with The Passion ofJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1077550612091336352004-02-23T07:36:00.000-08:002004-02-23T07:40:21.903-08:00A scavenger walking down the street of the perfume-sellers fell down as if dead. People tried to revive him with sweet odours, but he only became worse.
Finally, a former scavenger came along and recognized the situation. He held something filthy under the man's nose, and he immediately revived, calling out, "This is indeed perfume!"
You must prepare yourself for the transition in which there Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1077550132126325262004-02-23T07:28:00.000-08:002004-02-23T07:31:38.436-08:00It's been a little while. I apologize. Reading Week was a little hectic, to say the least. However, I did get a ton of work done (mostly in the last three days), so I'm coming back to school without feeling like I wasted time.
Some cool things have happened, though. Like, our visit to court, and Diana's Safeway party on Friday.
Visting court was interesting. We all have to do it for part of a Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1076711619444674752004-02-13T14:00:00.000-08:002004-02-13T14:36:12.343-08:00This has been the most unproductive week ever. I'm serious. I have had an entire week of school with virtually nothing to do - a total of five classes in five days, almost no homework, and I haven't worked since Sunday. In spite of all of that, though, I have gotten almost no work done at all. I am looking at a list of various projects I hope to get done through Reading Week right now, actually -Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1076547187437420582004-02-11T16:53:00.000-08:002004-02-11T16:55:38.186-08:00I think some people will find this interesting. I hope so, at any rate.
http://www.nothing-sacred.net/articles/4/406/Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1076517614496573562004-02-11T08:40:00.000-08:002004-02-11T08:43:03.670-08:00I would just like to update everyone my laptop's condition. My mom's tech person at work fixed it, so it's coming home today. My mom wasn't impressed with the $175 repair bill, but that's okay. Lesson for the future, though - don't let teachers try and fix things. They don't know what they're doing.
Thank you to everyone for what I'm sure was a host of well-intentioned thoughts, though.
I Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1076340552674956192004-02-09T07:29:00.000-08:002004-02-09T07:31:39.653-08:00Sorry about the lack of updates, guys. Last week seemed to be the week where I spent every day with good intentions, but still got nothing done; I did, however, spend most of it fairly awake, which was a bonus.
Nothing huge has happened anyway, actually - aside from working on Saturday night, the weekend was pretty slow. I spent all of Sunday doing homework, so, really, the weekend was kind of Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1075734058307167492004-02-02T07:00:00.000-08:002004-02-02T07:03:16.030-08:00Nothing huge to report on, unfortunately, other than that my wishing that Safeway would burn down post from a few days ago goes double now. I hate people.
It looks like it's going to be a pretty calm week, at least. And the slowly-improving weather is a nice bonus, too
I'll post more once things start to happen this week, I suppose. I hope everyone's doing well, at any rate.
Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1075514672063270422004-01-30T18:04:00.000-08:002004-01-30T18:06:46.250-08:00I just found this, and thought it was kind of interesting, to say the least:
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Dear. Mr. Bush,
Thank you for giving me the opportunity to speak my mind. I lost my job this past year. When Clinton was president, I was secure and prosperous, but in the last year, we had to close our entire base of operations. We simply could not compete with Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1075351300259709982004-01-28T20:41:00.000-08:002004-01-28T20:45:44.046-08:00In a quest for new and relatively fresh reading material, I have been reading Stephen King's "The Green Mile" novel all week, but I think I'm going to stop at this point - a little more than halfway through. The movie was drawn-out and horrifying enough, but the book is probably one of the most depressing things I've ever read. If someone isn't going to be excecuted, or planning to kill someone, Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1075342919489829042004-01-28T18:21:00.000-08:002004-01-28T20:35:05.216-08:00I think this is really interesting:
http://www.raptureready.com/rr-liberal-media.html
(I realize I had said I wouldn't mention this site anymore on here. I guess I was a little hasty.)
I just think it's really interesting. Seeing as how our program at school has such an overwhelming bias towards the far left when it comes to what we're taught, this is interesting in context.
Of course, I'm Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1075216522120554042004-01-27T07:15:00.000-08:002004-01-27T07:17:31.420-08:00Well, that Friday evening from hell eventually ended, in spite of it being close to 2 AM when people eventually went home. Robert and Shauna - the newsroom teachers, for those of you not in school with me - were altogether unimpressed yesterday morning with things having gone so badly on Friday night, and if it weren't for my pages being done and my having to go to work, I would have been in Q Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1074929348145309022004-01-23T23:26:00.000-08:002004-01-23T23:31:12.686-08:00Production night.
It's 12:27 AM.
I have been in Q for fourteen hours, and in school for sixteen.
The printer isn't working, photos are going missing and we have eight pages left to print and edit.
All of the Alexander Keith's beer is gone.
People are getting crabby.
I work tomorrow at 9 AM.
I think I'm going to die here.
Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1074784408590775072004-01-22T07:13:00.000-08:002004-01-22T07:17:39.890-08:00Sick sick sick.
Was it the Jesus who looked more like Kid Rock than anything else, and who sounded like a goat getting kicked?
Was it the Judas who was so horrifyingly bad that I considered leaving after "Heaven On Their Minds"?
Was it the fact that the King Herod scene looked like a bizarre circus with pedophilistic overtones?
Was it the Caiaphas who may as well have been mumbling about peanutJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1074659864080984552004-01-20T20:37:00.000-08:002004-01-20T20:39:44.360-08:00Remember my post from a couple of days ago concerning blogs which serve no real purpose? One more thing - if your blog does something like automatically play Evanesence's "My Immortal" upon loading, complete with scrolling lyrics, that's a bad sign. It's a pretty song, and they're one of the better groups with staying power to have come along lately. But, man, the song has been beaten to death inJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1074527112995077852004-01-19T07:45:00.000-08:002004-01-19T07:47:10.936-08:00Just one more thing:
It would be prudent, in my opinion, to watch out for more news on auto-parts magnate Belinda Stronach in the near future; with limitless amounts of cash, a lot of powerful people backing her, and a near-meteoric rise from relative obscurity in the business world to a potential major player on the Canadian polticial scene, she has the potential to shake up the poltical Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1074526659003066412004-01-19T07:37:00.000-08:002004-01-19T07:39:37.170-08:00It was an average, unremarkable weekend, but at least things were consistent in that regard. Work last night was fun in that it was so slow (read: empty) towards the last hour and a half that Christina, the one cashier we had, and I spent almost an hour sitting on the floor in front of the CS desk chatting. So, that was fun.
It will be interesting to see how many edits are made to the Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1074419546400691472004-01-18T01:52:00.000-08:002004-01-18T01:54:22.530-08:00Work was actually fairly passable tonight, with no disasters or incidents worth real mention. It was nice to be back, actually. And closing with Christina is always fun; better yet, though, was the absence of Sylvia.
It was a good week of school. Early mornings are nicer than late afternoons, and everyone seems to be doing well.
More updating after I sleep.Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1074327117196393052004-01-17T00:11:00.000-08:002004-01-17T00:13:52.420-08:00Today will be a little short, since production tonight was decidedly soul-sucking. Then again, I did come home from twelve hours of staring at computer screens to do the same here, so I suppose I have no one but myself to blame.
Today's lesson - it's always best to have a backup plan with regards to art. When none of your reporters get back to you with the art they're supposed to have taken Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1074231004967641002004-01-15T21:30:00.000-08:002004-01-15T21:31:58.420-08:00A fair bit to say at the moment, but seeing as how falling asleep in class three days in a row would be a decidely bad thing, I'll wait until Friday after production (and the ensuing sixteen-hour day) to post anything. In the meantime, enjoy your Thursday, kids. Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1074230843009571582004-01-15T21:27:00.000-08:002004-01-15T21:29:16.496-08:00I have realized that when you drop by your Safeway store - twice in one week - after school for no reason except to "chat and hang out" with the people you talk to regularly, you really have no life.
That is all. Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1074105418832165592004-01-14T10:25:00.000-08:002004-01-14T10:38:50.356-08:00I have recently noticed that the Calgary Herald no longer prints their "Acts of Kindness" collumn in their paper. For those who don't know, this was a short, close to daily piece sent in by readers placed in the Herald detailing random (and often anonymous) relatively selfless acts such as shovelling a neighbor's driveway or pushing a stuck car out of a snowdrift. The pieces have been running forJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1074045359655591992004-01-13T17:55:00.000-08:002004-01-15T06:27:57.530-08:00Today was a scary day. I found out this morning that several of the stories I'd assigned my reporters for my section in the Journal had fallen through, and that the ones that were left really weren't all that compelling at all. So, seeing as how it's Tuesday, and we go into production on Friday, I was slightly preturbed. To make a long and convoluted story short and concise, I went a little Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1074044523200202062004-01-13T17:42:00.000-08:002004-01-13T17:43:53.546-08:00My birthday was fun. It actually was probably the most error and stress-free one ever, now that I think about it. Everyone seemed to have a good time, and the fact that Bass Bros. wasn't too crowded at all was a bonus, too. The turnout was pretty impressive, all things considered; perhaps the most interesting part was the Safeway shopping trip beforehand with Theresa and co. And, of course, Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1073627506380634022004-01-08T21:51:00.000-08:002004-01-08T21:52:06.090-08:00I downloaded that hilarious "I AM A C-H-R-I-S-T-I-A-N" kid's song that Jody and I heard in her car over the break. Now I'm looking for the ones where they spell "B-I-B-L-E" and "L-I-V-E - E-T-E-R-N-A-L-L-Y" that she had. Then I think I'm going to burn a CD and play it on repeat on production nights. Fun for all concerned, huh? I just need to make sure all the sharp objects are well out of reach Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1073626998847742912004-01-08T21:43:00.000-08:002004-01-08T21:43:38.580-08:00I've been spending a lot of time on this Christian website that I don't know if I like or have problems with yet - www.rapture-ready.com - basically, it's a right-wing Christian message board and website specializing in what to do and how to conduct your life before, during, and after the Rapture. The extreme right-wing nature which is more than evident in some of the forum members and text on Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1073401983833150572004-01-06T07:13:00.000-08:002004-01-06T07:13:23.320-08:00www.slaveway.org
Everyone needs to go here. Right now. Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1073401761485145262004-01-06T07:09:00.000-08:002004-01-08T21:44:43.753-08:00Ouch. This was a longer wait between updates that I wanted. I've probably lost a good two-thirds of my readership. Chalk it up to a combination of always being overtired and distracted, I guess. There were many times when I was online and just not updating this, either because I kept putting it off, or just forgot to, though, so I guess everyone's equally at fault here.
Not a lot has happened, Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1072607189315467472003-12-28T02:26:00.000-08:002003-12-28T02:26:46.230-08:00It's been a few days, but I wanted to touch base a little - hopefully everyone else is enjoying their holidays!
Christmas was fun at our house. I worked on Christmas Eve (from 12-6), and that was about seventeen shades of unpleasant, but getting the cards and present from Dianne was nice. And unlike last year, we actually closed close to on time. Following that, I ran home and had dinner with Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1072089522721191382003-12-22T02:38:00.000-08:002003-12-22T02:41:47.870-08:00Today will be brief, simply because I don't really have much to say. Work today was kind of unpleasant, but only vaguely so. Much busier than last night, and people were really not fun to deal with. Highlights would have to be when Ashley and I came back from Pita Pit (thank God we have an alternative to Vietnamese noodle houses and Safeway food in our strip mall now) with dinner. In an act of Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1072000175262509562003-12-21T01:49:00.000-08:002003-12-21T02:02:21.333-08:00http://search.ebay.com/search/search.dll?GetResult&ht=1&sortproperty=metaendsort&query=imaginary+girlfriend&from=R7
I don't know if I should laugh or resign myself to this being another sign of the coming apocalypse. Sick sick sick.
I won't go into the obvious moral and ethical asides, since I'm not lucid enough to do so at the moment - although I can think of several right now - but I will sayJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1071996384018954912003-12-21T00:46:00.000-08:002003-12-21T00:46:38.923-08:00Oh, and one more thing - I will add the links I've been meaning to on here, once I figure out how to add links in general. Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1071996296663695472003-12-21T00:44:00.000-08:002003-12-22T02:43:04.290-08:00Nothing much to be said today, other than that at work, closing alone with Chris in office is fun. He may be a little on the new side, but he did a good job of picking up things quickly. We had one scary moment, when we thought we ran the "store close" program on the computer accidentally at 9 PM, and there was that one crazy homeless and mean guy who made Dorothy cry (as much as she irritates meJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1071895554353172012003-12-19T20:45:00.000-08:002003-12-19T20:47:15.150-08:00Something interesting happened today. Not interesting like things usually are "interesting" on here, but actually worthwhile. I was taking the bus from my house to work, and had a very interesting chat.
I usually sit near the front on busses, since I don't like being near all the idiot high school kids, and because I usually read on a bus, and it's less bumpy at the front. Anyway, I was reading Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1071829065969507412003-12-19T02:17:00.000-08:002003-12-19T02:22:07.000-08:00What's to be said at 3 AM on a very early Friday morning?
Today was fun, aside from the sleeping in part. Theresa and I went Christmas shopping (well, I'm done mine, but felt like a trip, so I went with her.) We went to TD Square, since I won't be caught dead within a hundred yards of the soul-sucking pit that is Chinook Centre. Whenever I pass that spot on the train and see another horde of Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1071715356186954222003-12-17T18:42:00.000-08:002003-12-17T18:42:50.253-08:00Hmm. Well, school's done, which is nice. It was a fun semester and all, but we all have our breaking points.
I have been spending my days, when I am not at work in the afternoons and evenings, watching Roseanne. God, I love that show! It never gets old, even though I've seen every episode at least three or four times. And I timed it so well with work, so I have all afternoon with Roseanne beforeJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1071191083380353212003-12-11T17:04:00.000-08:002003-12-11T17:06:52.603-08:00Ah, yes, the inevitable update. I knew it wouldn't take me long.
Today was interesting. Yesterday was okay, and was actually a fun last day of school. I'm trying to remember what
exactly happened yesterday, but I can't really remember very much, aside from Christmas shopping downtown after school and the fact that it let me buy more Andrew Lloyd Webber CDs (I have, like, a million) for myself onJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-107101993369501572003-12-09T17:32:00.000-08:002003-12-09T17:42:08.006-08:00I'm back, kiddies. I'm hoping to keep on a regular updating schedule, now that things like school are presenting less of a time management issue. We'll see, anyways. I wouldn't worry, though, since after a few days without writing on here, the work-related rage builds up to unacceptable levels, and, well, we can't have that.
Oh, and a welcome aboard to Ryan would be nice - I understand, thanksJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1070602451729865942003-12-04T21:34:00.000-08:002003-12-04T21:34:22.390-08:00Today was really long and stressful. Between the spending six hours in the edit suite and accomplishing about six minutes of finished work, and the fact that I have no idea how to voice tomorrow for the news story, I'm not all that impressed.
Theresa and I had a long day today - we started at 10 in the suites, and after making the rest of her news story, we proceeded to get screwed over by everyJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1070514261588597642003-12-03T21:04:00.000-08:002003-12-03T21:04:32.393-08:00Wow, it's been a while since I've updated. Apologies are in order. Well, to the all of four people who read this site, anyways.
Things have been really busy of late. Like, not just "yeah, it's the end of semester, let's not go to sleep tonight"-busy, but "holy shit, can you pass the Valium?"-busy. People are showing stress in different ways, but it's only a matter of time until people are at Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1069385632427732062003-11-20T19:33:00.000-08:002003-11-20T19:33:59.356-08:00I am sitting here with my little bowl of microwave pizzas, and I wish I had not waited until the night before to do my stylistics personal response essay.
And, oh look, the cat is crawling in through the window screen again...Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1069377047567275482003-11-20T17:10:00.000-08:002003-11-20T20:35:55.793-08:00Another day, another post. Today was actually a pretty good one.
I woke up at around 9:30 today and went to school. It snowed a lot yesterday, so the roads are pretty bad. Hence my leaving two hours before a class of mine was supposed to start. I got to school at about 10:30, suprisingly enough, and met Matt in Q. I checked my email and the J-Squad blog (where I discovered, much to my Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1069293253996344532003-11-19T17:54:00.000-08:002003-11-19T17:54:42.290-08:00http://x-entertainment.com/articles/0849/
I really want this toy. On all sorts of levels. Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1069292509386529202003-11-19T17:41:00.000-08:002003-11-19T17:51:12.040-08:00Now I think I'll talk about my week in school so far. Or at least today, since it's all still fresh in my mind.
So I went to bed last night at about 11, because I was really tired and there was really nothing else to do besides sleep after I had chatted with Theresa and then Jody on the phone. So, I get up this morning, decide I don't really feel like getting up at 7 for an 8 AM stylistics Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1069290548903248122003-11-19T17:09:00.000-08:002003-11-19T17:09:15.933-08:00Well, okay, "tomorrow" turned out to mean "two days later". Whatever. I'm still a relative newbie at this. But now I have some free time to post, so I think I'll make more of an effort today.
So, I head on over to Jody and Jenny's blog after school, and find out that they want more of my crazy Safeway stories. Well, most of mine aren't all that crazy, but when they are, they *really* are. Case Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094815.post-1069137356701365152003-11-17T22:35:00.000-08:002003-11-19T16:52:56.726-08:00Well, it's probably way past my bedtime, but I wanted to kind of cement this new blog-ownership thing, so I think it's important I write something of relevance first.
...and that will be tomorrow. I promise.
I don't know who else will ever read this, but to any potential readers in cyberspace...well, I hope you find the stories of my various hilarious escapades (and some not so hilarious, in Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401926642826831056noreply@blogger.com0