Joel F

Supreme, arm, leg, leg, arm, head

Yo I got my wisdom teef out. Damn my mouf is big!

I'll be home recouping for the next few days before I start my job painting houses, so you should come give me a visit, and pweez bring a smoofie. I think painting outside is going to be awesome because I'll get to enjoy the summer sun and lift heavy ladders. Plus they don't care what they might find in my urine.

So far the barnies and I have only played bball once this summer. I'm not too worried about losing my left hand skills, but it's a shame they have to go to waste. I'll probably be back in action by Friday, but I might have to ask doctor dentist.

For the first time, when relatives and strangers give me the professional progress check like, "So what are you studying?" I've been able to stand up straight and look them in the eye with my answer. It's true it's harder to answer the question "So what are you going to do with that?" as a creative writing major, but lately I think I have come to realize, though I want to go to school for as long as possible, I would love to become a sports writer. Professional sports are always on my mind. I love intercepting sports dialogue with my own promotions of my favorite teams or players (in the same way a drug addict takes every opportunity to justify his relationship with his favorite intoxicant - or the same way a die hard music fan will speak at length about his most esteemed bands, often repeating his favorite lines of argumentation.) It even runs in the family. My dad is always up for a conversation about the latest and most relevant sports issues and my sister is one of the youngest female sports journalists to write for a major news paper (eprops!) As an ex-baseball superstar I know I'd love to dedicate my future to my love of the game. The problem is baseball and basketball, aside from prowresting, are the only two sports I know anything about. That is an easy fix though, because all you have to do is watch Sportscenter, the uncontestable greatest television show of all time. I wonder if it matters that I have no real journalism experience. I don't think it does. I've got just what the sports world needs.

Topic change - This is a song that inspires me: Mike Mills. It's named after a smart guy.

It's no stranger to you or me

Friends and Lovers,
I am blogging from my room in Omaha for the first time since January 11th. I've been home for about 10 days, but I don't think my summer really started until last Friday night. It was warm outside and Erik, Jeff, and I were drawn to the Westside football field, a place where I have spent many nights over the last few summers. Jeff and I got caught up in an ultimate Frisbee game, in which my playing can only be described as an act of God. Today is Naimul's birthday, and though the brown boy probably wants cake and song, I doubt that will stop me and the crew from ending up at the field ready to play balls out 'bee.

Tonight will also hold the two most important NBA games of the season thus far. The two teams I root for, the San Antonio Spurs and the Phoenix Suns, are facing elimination on their home courts in tough game seven match ups. After a frustrating fantasy baseball week, at least one of these teams must prevail so I can still enjoy watching the playoffs. I think I will survive if the Spurs lose, because the Mavs have become one of the more enjoyable teams in the league to watch, with the wizardly shooting of their finesse oozing German monkey, Dirk. After three full days of rest, Steve Nash will perform enough for the Suns tonight to squander the Clippers' respectable playoff showing. I put five on it, and I even gave Rob four points.

For those who are uninformed of my letter writing project, at the beginning of last semester I messaged every single one of my facebook friends, asking them for their address and promising a letter in return. I was off to a nice start, sending out about two thirds of the letters, but I didn't get very many letters in response, so I kind of stopped writing them. I don't know if people didn't understand that I intended to start a continuous exchange with the first letter or if taking the time out of your day to sit down and write a letter really is lost in myspace and emails. But I'm not done. That would be lame. This is just a status update to give ya'll some awareness. Feel free to send me your address if you haven't already.

I'll be in Omaha until the end of June. I'm going back to Atlanta to take a film class and live in a sexy apartment with my cat, Moxie, and my dude, Ross.

For those who are still skeptical about the fun this summer will bring, I post a picture of a picture:

A bright yellow couch in the back of a bright blue truck. Brilliant.

On a final note, the unofficial song of May 2006 is Phil Collins - In the Air Tonight .

Still Attached,
Jo Jo the Idiot Circus Boy