|Your Daddy Is Darth Vader|
What You Call Him: Pa
Why You Love Him: You don’t love him, you just love calling him “daddy”
The day started out routine enough, I took Diana down to Z93 to pick up her tickets, and who should I happen to meet but Frank Jackson, programming director for the station. The guy was cool, wearing a ball cap and polo shirt, and asked us if we wanted tickets to see an advance screening of some new movie coming out next week. I took the opportunity to ask him about internships. He and I talked for a few minutes in the board room, and he seemed very interested in the fact that I was very excited about radio, so he gave me the name and number of the person in charge of that section of business for Infinity Broadcasting and told me to tell her that I had talked to him personally and that I was very interested in interning for Z93 (her office is at V103). She’ll give me all the information I need as soon as I call her Monday afternoon.
From there, we went into the city via Lenox Road, stopping for a jaunt around Phipps Plaza to gawk at the expensive taste. I took a few roads I had never actually been down before, and the thrill of discovery–even in the mundane–was very invigorating. We parked in a small $3 lot at the corner of 10th and Spring and began our trek.
First, toward the new 17th Street bridge we walked and took a few pictures around there and Atlantic Station before heading up toward Georgia Tech. We stopped at the new Turner complex to take a picture of the building, but were accosted by security guards who thought our camera and tripod setup was some sort of dangerous threat to Mr. Turner. So after a brief holdup with a security guard and a genial groundskeeper, we moved on to downtown, stopping to take pictures along the way. With no more interference from meddling security guards, we got some pretty good photos along Peachtree Street before running out of memory down by Peachtree Plaza and the Hard Rock Cafe.
Anyway, it was a pretty good day all-in-all, and I’ve got some really good photos to put in my portfolio. Now, to just adjust them in Photoshop….
So I started the day usual enough–slow wakeup on a day off. Met Zach and Chris at Ru Sans for lunch around 12 or 12:30, can’t quite remember exactly–not that it matters anyway. Zach had brought a few of his high school cronies that I was to make acquaintance to, but The Edge was nowhere to be found. Turns out that Loser Stoner Boy (Zach) forgot to mention the spring break outing to young Eric. Well, it turns out that he couldn’t make it anyway, so we partook of sushi grudgingly without him.
I got a phone call while eating lunch, and, for some reason or other, answered it. It was Melissa from Z93 calling to tell me that I had won tickets to see Bob Dylan at the Tabernacle next week. You see, last weekend, Diana (Nadia’s roommate) and I went to the Dogwood Festival downtown since Nadia had left for the Caribbean and Joe, her boyfriend, had to work. Just for shits and giggles, we both entered the contest. Couldn’t hurt, could it? So I won, and, it was, without saying, fucking awesome!
So, after lunch, Chris, Zach, Zach’s friend (can’t remember her name), and I head to the station to pick up my tickets. Chris asked about internships and was directed to call back next week sometime. I’ll hafta see what pans out from that; perhaps he and I both could get on over there.
Well, since we were already on the North Side, we decided to grab some beignets at Crescent City. Just after ordering, I get another call, this time from Sarah (at Borders), saying that I was supposed to be in at 3:00. It was 3:22. Turns out my day off is tomorrow. So, we get our beignets, eat quickly, and head back toward Kennesaw. While eating, I get yet ANOTHER phone call–from Diana:
“Hey you, guess what!”
“You know those Bob Dylan tickets we registered to win?”
“I just won!”
“Holy shit! I just won them, too!”
“Yeah, just picked ’em up….”
So we eat and get back on the road. Traffic was atrocious, but it coulda been worse–a tractor-trailer truck jackknifed just a mile or so behind us blocking all northbound traffic.
So I drop everybody off back at their cars, and head into work. Typical day there; never really any excitement.
That brings us up to the present and stream of consciousness. That’s been the story of an interesting day. Tomorrow, I’m taking Diana to get her tickets and then we’re gonna bebop around Atlanta and take some photos, maybe meet Joe and hang out around Georgia State a while. We shall see.
Past couple days I’ve had a sore shoulder. I go to the doctor today and find out that I’ve got a strained muscle in my neck that’s causing it. Not much I can do except give it rest, ice for ten minutes, heat for ten minutes, and take 800mg of Ibuprofen every eight hours.
I can’t feel my legs.
So I finally got a LiveJournal. No, it’s not going to be like one of those angsty teenage crybaby “pity me” blogs that so permeate the web nowadays, I’ll probably only make entries when something noteworthy happens or if I come across some bit of wit or decide to comment on the state of the world in general. Anyway, this is simply a place to start from, and I shall continue to go forth on the great adventure that is life.
It’s been an eventful last few days–a busy last few days. I started my job at Vitamin World this week; it’s interesting–I’ve had no less than 6 people in two days wanting “detox” products which I cannot sell them because they are going to use them for a drug test. It’s against the law, I can’t do it. Other than a few altercations with some of the more belligerent aspects of the otherwise mellow drug crowd, Nadia and I have been rather busy going from place to place getting information on housing and visiting family and just getting things done.
Anyway, the point I was [trying to make] here was that I wanted to alert anyone who cared that I realise that the last three posts were just recycled points of interest from the great wide Interweb and not anything spectacular or all that personal. I’m sorry–the writing bug just hasn’t hit me in the past couple days, so I just posted some stuff that I thought was interesting to keep the pace going. I have a goal of blogging at least once every day, so I’ve got to keep things moving; however, I do have a sense of entertainment, so I want to keep everything as interesting as possible. This is where I encourage comments and feedback. A simple “that’s neat” or “booooorrrrriiiiiiinnnng!” will suffice for me, but I do like to see that people are reading. It gives me that warm and fuzzy feeling inside. I understand that many of you are just as busy if not more so, so I won’t make it a demand or some such arrogant nonsense–you all should know me better than that!
Anyway, that was really the point [?] I wanted to address. I will attempt to blog daily with at least something be it something interesting I saw or read or, if we’re all really lucky, a nice article from yours truly! Also, I will attempt to comment on any and all blogs that I am able to (turnabout is fair play, after all).
As for the current state of other projects:
BEN WINDSTAR: gaining momentum, will start working on new music when I have the time, please add yourselves to the map if not done so already
HOUSING: found a new apartment, moving in July
JOB: got one, supposed to start another next week–need to make a phone call
PASSPORT CLUB: Pledge status, 7 unique pint glasses in collection–duplicates for sale, contact me if interested
I sent a couple of pictures to FUH2.Com, and we’ve been added to their growing menagerie of pictures of people giving Hummer H2s the finger. The damn thing is a roving dumpster, and I can’t stand the yuppie pieces of shit that drive ’em, to boot! Anyway, enough of that.
I am me.
I am not like you.
I am different.
I dress different from you.
I act different from you.
I talk differently than you do.
I am not rich.
I am not poor.
I am not friendless.
My bonds are loyal.
I seek not wealth.
I seek not power.
I seek not fame.
I seek only knowledge and understanding.
My personal affairs are personal.
I am not evil.
I am not pure.
I am, however, righteous in my causes.
I do not hide behind the faceless mass.
I like to stand out.
I know when to blend in.
I am benevolent.
I am aggressive.
I fight for that which I believe is right.
Mankind is my family.
Nature is my mother and my father.
That which harms either is my only enemy.
I am free.
I am me.
The symbol of rebirth and renewal that has endured for countless generations is the phoenix. This bird symbolizing resurrection would, in my opinion, be the ideal symbol for me. Over my years as a youth, I have come to terms with innumerable hardships that have nearly prevented–and in some cases completely prevented–me from achieving my goals at the time. For example, some four years ago, my parents separated. This was a catastrophic event in my young life and reduced me to a bitter, cynical sadist. I was constantly angry at the world, speaking without due respect to anyone, stealing, and verbally abusing others in other to bolster my shrinking self-esteem. My best friend Chris pointed this out to me and noted that I needed some sort of change, as he was going through a similar ordeal. I then pledged to myself that before high school was over, I would become a better all-around person. In order to accomplish this arduous task, I devoted myself to achieving some sort of spiritual and intellectual growth. I began to study modern philosophy, and I began reading the satirical works of George Orwell and Ray Bradbury, not to mention the nonfiction publications of Michio Kaku (author of Visions and Hyperspace) and Esther Dyson (Release 2.1). My friends will vouch that I was not the most pleasant person to be around, but all that changed when I met my lovely girlfriend of sixteen months, Jana. She was probably the most influential person in my rebirth, lifting my spirits when I was down and giving me someone to fight for other than myself. Finally, during the past few months, I have transcended to a new state of being. I am much friendlier, happier, and in a more relaxed and open state of mind. It was a long process to get here, but I consider myself a better person now than I ever was. I have given up theft, and I have started to treat others with the respect they deserve. I have defined a new set of moral codes for myself, but I still find satisfaction in reading about the folly of modern society. For this reason, I choose the phoenix to be the symbol that represents my life.