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September 26, 2007 Freeway Blogging If you're trying to think of a creative way to get your point across, perhaps consider this: Freeway Blogging. I learned of freeway blogging quite awhile back. You've all seen it. It's those signs people post on overpasses, fences, bridges, trees along the interstate, walls, you name it. Those signs are called 'freeway blogs.' It's an utterly fascinating approach to expressing freedom of speech. In fact, my buddy (and revolutionaire partner), Apryl, and I are considering utilizing this creative tool to express our opinions. If you're more interested in expressing your opinions, which I hope you are being that the point of this blog is to evoke emotion and hopefully the urge to express emotion from you, I urge you to read a little bit of the Freeway Blogger's page, here . This is a guy on a specific mission to end the war, but freeway blogging doesn't have to be about war -- it can be about anything you feel passion

Meet Blue. I've renamed him "Stinkbomb" because he smells like death. He's adorable though and friendly as all get out. But he has the scent of an ogre that's crossed a skunk and then ate it and about seven weeks worth of rancid fast food garbage, but not before rolling in all of it combined. He looks like he's missed a meal or several, but judging by his demeanor I doubt he's been neglected or abused. All that makes me wonder exactly how long he's been missing. Luckily for him, he's wearing a rabies tag that (unlike my dogs) is still readable. I called the number on the tag, explained the situation and they gave me the dog's name, the owner's name, phone number, AND address. So we called the owner, no one answered, so we drove over to their place. No one was home and the gate was locked THREE times. I'm wondering if the owners are maybe out of town. Who knows. he's got a precious face though, that's a fact. And house broken. I

1. My fourth memory card for my Canon. I think it fell out of the hood zipper pocket when I forgot to zip it back up. Could be in my car, could be in my room. It's probably in the car. 2. The cable that connects my Canon to my computer. I needed this badly the other night and it was no place to be found. And that totally irritated me . Anyway, I have no clue where this would be. The only place I've ever even used it is at my home computer and it's not there. I'm guessing for some reason I've shoved it in some bag thinking it was something else. . . good luck to me finding it. 3. EDIT: FOUND IT! A letter to me. I believe this letter is in the back pocket of my car. It's in an envelope (or with an envelope) that says "Good Days" on it. I distinctly recall reading this letter in sections while I drove. Then I believe I had to clean off my passenger seat to let someone ride there. That's how it ended up in a different place than the other two lette

Found this on Craigslist today while I was on my lunch break. Afterward I kept chuckling to myself about it. Even though you couldn't hear me laughing, I figured I'd share what I thought was so funny: Seriously man, thanks. You crashed in my girlfriend's RV for a night or two, maybe more. Thanks for not fucking it up. But really man. It means something to us that you were able to find a warm, quiet place to sleep for a bit and that she was able to provide it. Thanks for not breaking anything to get inside. It's an old RV and finding parts could've been a pain in the ass. I really didn't want to spend a day replacing the passenger side window to a '75 Chevy RV. I wouldn't even know how to replace or patch up that old Sears Aluminum siding had you ripped the flimsy ass lock or used a screwdriver to get in. Plus, i just don't think alot more money should be sunk into it. Thanks for not stinking it up. I mean, even if the boxers that were hanging from

I'm angry at myself. I knew Against Me! was playing at the HOB, I also knew the show was too expensive for me to afford right now. So I slacked and didn't buy the ticket. Now I find out, a mere 10 days prior to the show, that there is an AM show at Common Grounds in FREAKING Gainesville . . . and it's sold the eff out . I'm angry. But still hopeful. I've asked everywhere, including here, for people to keep a look out for an extra ticket. I guess what it comes down to is this: whether I have a ticket to the show or not, I'm going to Common Grounds on 10/5. I might find someone with an extra ticket milling around The Porch -- which would truly make me explode with joy. But even if I don't find someone, The Porch has happy hour from 6 - 10pm, 241 wells and drafts with NO cover so I'll be able to drown my sorrows while fainting hearing Against Me! play in literally the next room. I'm begging you -- a ticket to the show costs $10 but I'd pay $20 to so

There are people in every person's life that just hold weight -- that, no matter how long they're out of touch, the connection never wanes. Gary is one of those people in my life. We've known each other for seventeen years now. We grew up together and for the first five or six years of school, we had class together every single day. Once I got into high school, we went our separate ways -- still lived in the same town, but went to different schools. This would become a pivotal key in the development of our friendship -- or lack of development as it would be. We lost touch. Almost completely. And for several years. After five years of not communicating, as luck would have it, we would register for the same class in college. It was a small class and we were required to be paired with someone. Despite attempting to make only same-sex pairs, Gary convinced the teacher to pair us together and it was then that we reignited our friendship. But even with 11 or 12 years of history b

My character was challenged. I was called selfish and it was implied that I cared too much about money and how it is spent. To know that I've given someone the impression that these are qualities I possess is indescribably nauseating. I am not these things, I do not possess these qualities. And I never want to be perceived this way. What I do possess is the desire to protect people from making mistakes. I might even go so far as to say sometimes I think I know what's best for a person better than they do. I do that with the best of intentions, but I'll admit I probably have the wrong approach at executing these moments. But I am not selfish . I want to make sure people do what's best. And based on conversations and confidence between friends, I know the aspirations of people. And when I hear of those people making decisions that contradict the aspirations I know they possess, it's throws me into interfere mode. I step in, albeit usually with poor execution, and try

My heart aches for the people who've lost their homes -- everything they've ever known -- to such a ferocious storm as Ike. My heart aches even more remorsefully for those who lost their lives or their loved ones. But this time can we say they were all negligent and ignorant to stay? Probably not. Ike, with an unfathomable 600 mile span, was able to pummel nearly all of the state of Texas -- all at once -- but not before it brutally threatened the coastal Texas region steadily for what seemed like an eternity. Twenty five foot "walls of water" surged into the coastal regions, completely obliterating everything in sight ( except this house ). No sea wall could keep the menacing storm at bay. In Houston, an area noted for it's low-lying, flood threatened areas, the authorities admonished the residents, but strongly urged them to hunker down and tough out the storm in their homes. Many of the some two million residents gambled their lives and heeded those directions

I've got my flickr account completely up and running now. I have three portfolios: Weddings, Traveling, and Miscellaneous. I'd really like some feedback on the images. Please take a look .

A kid on my myspace inadvertently gave me the idea to give all my friends nick names. So here I go. According to myspace, with the addition of a few strangers who don't have one, here's a list of my friends in alphabetical order: Abby "ammo" Major Amanda "" Fernandes Andrew "up the hill" Siders Angela "no, Alison doesn't live here" Adams Apryl "" Ketchen Becky "" Croteau Bernie "let's get lunch" Willie Carla "don't break the ice" Fernandes Cassie "Karen" True Cindy "" Snook Collin "when the sky is blue" Austin Crystal "bullet time" Monroe Dan "redbull and vodka!" Manata Daniel "Teflon" Ellis Danielle "she said" LaSelva Danielle "Momma" Pompie David "" Chambers Detra "D.Go" Gordon EDIT: Detra "landed another hottie" Gordon Gary "I love you, man" Roberts Guillermo "G

Even though I have a list already chicken-scratched down on a little piece of paper, I find I do better if I actually list the topics I want to discuss on the blog here. So, let's go. *(the ones NOT in bold have been written already) PostSecret (10/30/08 FL.GC.Uni) , Gary, 80s Party, Labor Day, Susan, Habitat for Humanity, my car, exhaustion, JM, October, concerts, the Fest, premiering The Hermit, Ron Jon, Jonesy , New Hampshire , Wanderlust, compassion at work, Free Rice, Wedding Photography, Tucker Max Post Secret. I have myriad of websites I read religiously. List of the Day, Shoebox, xkcd (really just for the comics), and Post Secret. I'm pretty sure Patrick turned me onto Post Secret, and for that (and many other things), I owe him big. In case anyone is already thinking of what to get me for my birthday, which is January 28th, I would LOVE a Post Secret book. He has more than one, I would love them all, but we'll start with just one. Maybe the first one in the seri