I've Always Loved You Clementine

wow, ive been blogging a lot lately.

i finished The God of Small Things, and now im onto Purity of Heart ( Is To Will One Thing) by Soren Kierkegaard. i think its gonna be pretty good.

A Few Things

Firstly, I just learned about podcasts, so now I will be listening to many wonderful public radio programs, such as: This American Life, Science Friday, and Living On Earth.

If you are reading this, and you know of a good radio podcast to catch, let me know.

Secondly, I recently bought a Northern Ash wood handled shovel, and now I plan of digging up a few Ginkgo trees, maybe some Leatherleaf Mahonia, and I will also be the new owner of: Son of Son of The Tree That Owns Itself, or Bar, Bar The Tree That Owns Itself ( if you wanna get Hebrew on some niggas).

Maybe Jesse Waylon Conway can make it to Wikipedia!

i just finished an awesome book, The God of Small Things, by Arundhati Roy.

i have a feeling that it might be one of those books that will shape the rest of my life. some of the books that have already done such a thing are: A Sand County Almanac, The Grapes of Wrath, Thoreau's writings, and probably a few others that i cant remember right now.

after thinking about what this book is about, right now, all i can think to say is that it is about the sadder parts of life. its about Despair, Loss.

why would i find such a sad book to be so good? i dont know, but i guess it makes me feel like i want to help people.

sometimes i worry i will abandon Landscape Architecture and just be a Social Worker or something.

when i think of what i want to do in my life, the only thing i can come up with is "I Just Want To Help People".

What is Despair? Who wears Loss like a cold familiar blanket, carried by a child? Who can Free people? Who casts off Despair and Replaces with Hope? Who can mend wounds and turn Lost Years into strength?

Who stands at the door, Knocking?

Donnie Darko

it's a good movie. im watching it. Roberta Sparrow whispers something into Donnie's ear. you cant hear what she whispers, but apparently Google can hear:

Donnie Darko script:

Standing in the road directly in front of the car is Roberta
Sparrow (101 years old, a.k.a. Grandma Death).

Grandma Death lives in a modest brick house that sits back
in a huge grassy field that overlooks the entire town. Her
mailbox sits on the edge of Old Gun Road.

               EXT. OLD GUN ROAD - NEXT

Donnie gets out of the car and takes Grandma Death's hand,
walking her back towards her mailbox. He opens it for her.

        DONNIE
No mail today.
 (smiles)
Maybe tomorrow.

Grandma Death smiles back at him... and begins to walk slowly
back to her house. She then turns and takes Donnie's hands
into her frail grip.

       GRANDMA DEATH
 (speaking slowly)
Every living creature... on this
earth...
(beat)
...dies alone.

Donnie stands there silently for a moment, and then Grandma
Death turns back towards her house.

An Electric Hand Goes Down My Back

im not real big on opening my soul to world, via internet. atleast not so much as i was. but for some reason i am going to post a few thoughts/poems/ideas here. im running on an afternoon diet of water, Lay's chips, PB & J sammies, Sparrow Love Crew, and Sigur Ros.

Begin.

The covert lilies shine their light upon all the forest leaves after the Sun has gone to bed.

The cleanness of a new morning wants to greet everyone with new life.

I ride as fast as I can over a wordless evening to find a place of solace.


Were the blooms to cast their eye upon my pen, waves upon waves would sing again. Were the leaves to make their golden hue, to pronounce every inch of you. Did the bark stand tall, to proclaim his Grace? Did the sparrow speak to you?

I Have Many Things
I have many things
I have four months to find a good pub
I have a chance to work for food and rent
I have many books to read for pleasure
I have trees to observe, I have miles to walk
I have people to meet
I have four months to exist, four months to be me
I have time to wonder where are Steinbeck's farmers, Tolkein's plants, Bunyan's travels, Coupland's dreams, Marx's workers, Samwise's Ale, Frodo's cloak, and Andruw Jones' swing.
I have four months, I have life.

The steel breath of Magnolias sing to me.

There is a sickle, and a moon.
One Caresses, and one Kills.
Lofted above the land, perched between steeples-
The two gaze down in wonder, in amusements.
The quiet churches resound with quiet choruses.
The brick breathes heavy and the pavement sags.
The trees open their arms and eyes.
They too breathe heavy.
A distant star recaps his year and his future.
A mockingbird flies swiftly over it all.

Some Pictures

i got a new job at a school cafeteria, and it sucks pretty bad. i just want to work a manual labor job, a hard ass job where i kill my body every day and come home reassured that im slowly dying, but also slowly living. i just want to plant trees.

Kids geek out, about what they haven't even seen yet!

For reals? Yes, for reals.

Consider the lilies of the field.

Banana Jam

today was a fairly unique day. i think if anyone was the author of this one, it would have been Douglas Coupland. he would be able to make the normal seem so special.

he would write our lives in nuclear waste lines, curved around children's dreams and stuck onto the pages of rundown buildings.

i spent the day reading a new book that i'll finish before sunday: The God of Small Things, by Arundhati Roy, a voice in at least one American History Project song.

i took a long city bus ride to Wal-Mart, where the leech has two daughters, and they " Give! Give! "

it was apparently in my best interest to buy some slip-resistant shoes made of fake leather in a fake country by people who are fakely being exploited by a fake white board of directors with clean, smooth, silky, fake white faces.

after paying for only one Dr. Thunder, the machine spit out an extra for me.

this lone can now resides in my refridgerator.

i also won a free slice of pepperoni pizza from some kids soliciting something, just before The Man approached them and told them their actions were "In Direct Competition" to the university bookstore, which by the way is not even owned by UGA.

No shit?

i ate, smiled, and walked away.

The Face That Launched 1000 Shits

Greeks and Trojans and the thousand shits,

The shits lining the shores of Asian Minor,

Lining on the shores of Asian Minor.

im currently listening to David Bazan play live, in Nashville, through John's phone, into mine. im so jealous. it's sold out in atlanta.

Your Red Right Ankle

so i sat down on my favorite chair to go through some school papers that had been laying down on the ground in my apartment. amidst the checking, crumbling and filing i noticed something odd. yes. it was a quite hideous looking spider crawling out of some of the papers, right in the midst of my crotch. much to his suprise, i used those exact same papers to send him on his first ever Air Jesse traveling excursion. he now resides somewhere on my floor, once again, awaiting sweet revenge.

goodbye my fair neurotoxic friend.

Simulated Sports Basketball

Recruiting for jagreen15 -- Region #09

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Recruit	Height	GPA	Exam	Scout	HS Pos.		Local
Jesse Conway	6-9	2.8	56	Exc	C		Poor +
HomeTown	Region	SHT	DEF	HANDS	REB	ATHL	WIN
Vicksburg	9	Fair -	Good +	Fair +	Good +	Good -	Fair -
RECRUITING	PPG	RPG	APG	Stls	TOs	Blks	Impact
	9.0	7.4	1.9	1.4	0.9	2.0	Exc +

453. Chuck Norris doesnt breath. He takes air hostage.

Brandon Owens turns 26

i went up to Brandon Owen's house on friday night.
there was fun to be had.
he got some man-thongs and then we shot them around the house like rubber bands.
happy birthday to Brandon.
he and jean-valjean ( see Victor Hugo ) have a dog. i think they stole this dog out of a Tolkein Novel, for he is wise and a frequent visitor at The Prancing Pony.
his Earth name is Bear.
his elven name is Waenthoronion

Baseball

Roger Clemens. no steroids, only ass kicking meanness.

Get Crunked

Starbucks.
Thinking about a New Urbanism downtown plan for the Final tomorrow.
Representin'.

im not really sure what i think about New Urbanism. it sounds pretty cool if you like living in the cities and fighting pollution day to day, but damn, how bout them woods?

" Some fools wanna bring it, some fools wanna make it, I just fake it." - Jesse Flowins

" I thought and thought, and the only thing I could come up with was a tree." - no one

Come Correck

* name and address changed *

May 1, 2007

TO: UGA Faculty, Staff, and Students

FROM: UGA Police Department
_________________________________

This is to inform the University of Georgia community of a public safety matter as required by the Clery Act. Based on statements made by a student to a faculty member on Monday, April 30, the faculty member was led to believe the student could be a threat to the student’s own safety or that of others. University of Georgia Police executed a search warrant Monday evening at the residence of the student, * John Doe *, a student who lives at * 123 straight street *, Athens. John Doe confronted officers with a handgun but was disarmed and taken into custody under a court order requiring that he submit to mental evaluation. Pending the determination of whether he will be held for further mental treatment, he also will face two counts of aggravated assault on a police officer.