Joel F

Your eyelashes tickle my neck with every nervous blink

Words flow from my fingertips like smoke into my lungs from freshmen year bong hits. At some point in my life Chris Fenn gave me the Glassjaw cd Worship and Tribute. I've been listening to it the last two days almost nonstop. Some might initially be put off by the harshness of their post-hardcore enthusiasm, but the singing is simply undeniable. I've been in a relationship with Glassjaw's songs Piano and Ry Ry's Song for a good four years now and I'm glad I decided to see what a full album had to offer.

Big news. New Flaming Lips album. Thanks to Jchan and his bra Sleepie Steve I have had a few listens of the latest from one of my all-time favorite bands. I decided I like it. The sound isn't necessarily the same; They are more likely to hold you with guitar riffs in this one than connect you with feelings of outerspace. Rolling Stone said the Lips named Black Sabbath as this album's main influence, which proves you never know what to expect from a Flaming Lips album. They still pose some of the large questions in life drug heads and dreamers will appreciate. Experiment with their single,
The W.A.N.D.

Parents' weekend was great, I miss them already. I got to eat at my favorite restaurant and see a sad Neil Young movie. Check out pics from the aquarium!

Some of you may know my dad was a philosophy major in college, so I had him help me out with my assignment on Descartes about how to objectively differentiate between one's dream state and waking state.

Fish! There is a whale shark back there.

The lounge of the aquarium was very calm and soothing. It had to be because of the large freaking amount of people running around inside. This picture is my new desktop background. If you right click on it and select 'save as background' we can have the same background. Isn't there something special about that?

Finally, the hair cut. I am bereaved.

I told the nice woman not to cut it too short. She said next time if I wanted a free haircut she would fashion my beautiful brown hair into a faux hawk and have me model it around. I couldn't help remembering I have had that haircut once before.

Shiver Me Pillars

My parents are coming to visit me this weekend, I am so excited! Ricky Lee, Mary and I will visit the Georgia Aquarium, the largest aquarium in the world and the "most anticipated tourist attraction to come to Atlanta in many years." We might even get to see a movie too. I haven't been able to go to a theatre in a while, but mostly because there have been no good movies out. The previews for Running Scared look pretty cool. I always thought that Paul Walker was like a Streisand, but he's rocking the shit in this one!

I think I am finally going to start using the digital camera I got for Christmas. I always have loved having pictures, but for a while I don't think I liked taking them. It actually has been a little wet and chilly in Atlanta lately. Check out the scarfness.

How lucky am I to have such beautiful friends? Introducing Anushka, Melanie, and Sheena. I bet I don't have to tell you which name goes with which person. I love them. FB them if you want someone good to add.

Tomorrow night is my third game of intramural basketball in college. Some of my greatest memories of high school came during IM basketball senior year. It was absolutely amazing when Bryan Krajeski hit a three at the buzzer against the junior Juicers. It was thrilling enough to have everybody storm the court, even though we lost by ten. In case ya'll missed it, Sportscenter's number one sports moment of February 22nd 2006 was an autistic high school basketball player scoring 20 points in four minutes, including six three pointers. Though I specialize in rebounds, I will try to make Sportscenter tomorrow night.

Written on a napkin after midnight

I've let writing become hard. I've lavished myself in emoting style as a near complete replacement of content. In this way, I feel I cannot misrepresent myself. Love the art of it, not the consequence. I have learned some consider the crafters of poems to lack a virtuous sense of knowledge. Poets have been described as unwholesome, pretending to know all sorts of things, but they really know nothing at all. I ask myself why such misrepresentation would ever take place. Life has a lot of loose anchors: where to find passion, when to take action, how one's identity can morph on the outside and within. This should not be perceived as a grievers note, but as a justification for self analysis in it of itself. What has changed and why has it changed and why haven't I bothered to blog about it in big letters? I drink coke instead of water. The caffeine helps and maybe it won't stain my teeth if I brush twice as hard. I get enough exercise because the cleansing it brings is the greatest of feelings, sort term and long term. I smoke cigarettes instead of pot because I can't handle the social displacement that comes with introversion. Here I've found it easier to feel sexy than silly, which feels like a good compromise. I wear glasses, which reminds me of when I told Jeff Sisson that life is too depressing for glasses. At the time I know I was right because I am highly affected by visuals and could not ignore the pain endured by acne afflicted adolescence. But as a twenty year old man, I know Darwin says I need my senses to be sharp, and if my world is blurry I will be less able to react to it. As a man without a car, I feel like a toddler who has no journeys to offer outside of the playground. But in my journeys I have confidence because I know where I am loved and how I am loved, and that wet willies are as good a secret handshake as any. Still, I have a fear of the limitations I have in knowing how to love back. My will is not to misrepresent myself and in this effort I want to trust letters. I will write them. Will you write back?