Tibetan Bells, Neko Case, Athens, Shannon Wilson and Buchanan Gothic

Max Ehrmann

Life

I sat with the stars on the hill of life
And I looked at the world below.
I ran with the winds where winds begin
And followed them where they blow.

I lay by the sea on the beaten rock
And rode on the farthest wave,
I watched by a child on its night of birth
And followed it to its grave.

And love in the still of the star-flecked night,
When earth was strewn with gold,
Has lifted my heart like the chords of song
Oft sung in the words of old.

And though I have not understood all this,
Made up of a laugh and a wail,
I think that the God of the world knows all,
And some day will tell the tale. - Max Ehrmann

PROHIBIDOG

ive got a good friend jason white, he emailed me something sweet:


"We have a new idea for a cartoon: PROHIBIDOG
He's a junkyard dog in Tiajuana who settles the score for the good guys at night. His nemesis is LASCIVIOUS MAXIMUS, a demented, drooly cat who, with his henchmen, prowls the Tijuana streets looking for his next conflict. PROHIBIDOG is kept busy with victory."

peace
j

o man, i miss those cats.

Boo-yah John Lull

i bought a sweet magazine about stencils and stickers, called Peel. ive been letting the ideas work into my head for a while, and i think ive come up with two:

1.a stencil of a Northern Red Oak Leaf, with the words "Quercus Rubra" beside the leaf, and

2. if i can find the right font, (thick paintbrush stroke with bold lettering ) it will say "Quintus Sleeps Not!", Oh how fun Latin is!

"Dear: JESSE WAYLON CONWAY The Item you requested from another library has been retrieved and is now in transit. Call Number: PS3509.H7 A6 Author: Ehrmann, Max, 1872-1945. Title: Poems of Max Ehrmann, ed. by Bertha K. Ehrmann Location: Stacks Enumeration: Request date: 1/17/2007 06:01 PM Note from the Library:..... "

How bout them apples, John???

Max Ehrmann

Max Ehrmann, a good poet. The Poems Of Max Ehrmann, hard to find.

found it.

nigga please.

johnny fain saw michael stipe in the Go Bar this weekend. he talked to him.

today i went to volunteer with a few hundred other people at the Center for Aging, we planted tons of stuff, it was lots of fun with old people planting, and little kids running around so stoked that they can help out.

then we ate free Krystals. hells yeah.

i went on a walking tour, as thoreau would see "walking" ( see: Timmy Carter), and on this walking tour i felt good, not so much lonely, because i was being secure in who i am and what i wanted to do.

i walked several miles, shot many hoops in a wonderful court, picked up two nice round stones for my front porch, ate some good tex-mex, and sat in starbucks reading wonderful poetry.

Great Friend

I walk in nature still alone
And know no one
Discern no lineament nor feature
Of any creature.

Though all the firmament
is o'er me bent,
Yet still I miss the grace
Of an intelligent and kindred face.

I still must seek the friend
Who does with nature blend,
Who is the person in her mask,
He is the man I ask.

Who is the expression of her meaning,
Who is the uprightness of her leaning,
Who is the grown child of her weaning

The center of this world,
The face of nature,
The site of human life,
Some sure foundation
And nucleus of a nation--
At least a private station.

We twain would walk together
Through every weather,
And see this aged nature,
Go with a bending stature. - Henry David Thoreau

Trees

I with Nature's gentle chord
Am soft and simple

And sometimes bored.- Jesse

secret.

knew she'd go crazy, but not that soon, shot to the moon.

"second class citizen in a foreign land, you look like you could live a little..."

Every Shining Time You Arrive

exploding dog.

Son of Tree That Owns Itself

The Tree That Owns Itself died. The white oak that now exists is "Son of Tree That Owns Itself".


I'm definately taking a class this semester called "Terror and Food Supply". We are supposed to plan a terrorist attack on a U.S. food supply, or plan a defense against an attack.

In horticulture I will get to:
1. make a Mr. Potato Head
2. cook a dish from a horticultural product
3. grow a houseplant
4. become totally stoked

i was shopping at this Episcopalian thrift store in town and i started chatting with the old man behind the counter. i asked him if they were associated with the Episcopal church next door and he said yes. he then told me that he was a "Whiskey-Palian", and then he gave me the layman's version of their doctrine:

"We believe in everything in moderation.."

I laughed heartily at the true-ness/falseness of that statement, and kept on chuckling out loud.

He continued staring at me, smiling and responded in a severely friendly and sincere, "Everything."

Cedar of Lebanon

you know sometimes life seems so beautiful and so rare when life seems so normal and so good and right.

"Beware of all enterprises that require new clothing"- Henry David Thoreau

i wont graduate until 2011. im actually kind of stoked about that fact, i think ive got a lot of growing to do.

Paul Buchanan says that generally it take a tree 3-5 years to get established.

my classes this semester will be Biology, Horticulture, Crop and Soil Science, Landscaping, Landscaping.

I moved into my ghetto apartment in Athens. The hot water heater is pretty lame. I got half a bath, so atleast my back is clean.

This weekend after I register for classes I will begin to walk around campus, look for organic grocery stores, good coffee, good parks, and good eats. I've already spotted a few Sorority and Frat houses to dumpster dive.

Dem niggas gettin ridda couches?

I'm gonna see if I can find a way to steal toilet paper from the dorms.

i leave to move into my apartment in Athens on tuesday. im stoked about all the possibilities, but all the uncertainties scare me a pretty good bit. im sad to leave so many friends here in Dalton, people whom i care a lot about, even if ive never told them that.

this is one of my favorite poems of all time. it speaks a lot to me.

Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844–89). Poems. 1918.

Heaven—Haven
A nun takes the veil


I have desired to go

Where springs not fail,

To fields where flies no sharp and sided hail

And a few lilies blow.


And I have asked to be

Where no storms come,

Where the green swell is in the havens dumb,

And out of the swing of the sea.