11:00 pm on Cinco de Mayo, on a saturday night, stuck studying domestic relations law in Macon.
Doesn't get much better than this!
How's everyone else's night going?
What happened to the blog?
NR
Saturday, May 05, 2007
Saturday, April 14, 2007
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
WHOA!
http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=16526200&blogID=252015777&MyToken=8183d9fd-d837-42b9-9c5b-8a85817d75cf
I love her.
rt
I love her.
rt
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Rasbert...
Y'all still doing your diddly little breakfast club thing on thursday morning? if so, can i come to your diddly little breakfast club thing on thursday morning? Please let me know if, when, and where said diddly little breakfast club will be. thank you and good night.
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Vignette (I think)
School is like this never ending stream of things to get done - a paper, two quizzes, and a test next Wednesday, for example - and I don't want to do them, even though I believe them to be important and worth while, I just don't care that much, so I do enough to get by and complain alot, but I feel like I'm not taking advantage of the situation - being in college where it's basically my job to learn, which is an idea that sounds great and romantic until I have to do it and realize I'm lazy and just don't care enough for it to matter that much, kind of like the way I deal with God, who I claim as my very reason for being and who I love to talk about (with the right people, people who are gonna make me feel good about what I say, either by agreeing with me or disagreeing in a way that makes me feel venerated in my convictions) but who in actuality I rarely even consider, not that I don't do God-related stuff, but when I do, I'm serving self way more than him, and it blows my mind that I can do things like spend a week "serving" in Mississippi, preaching his gospel in word and deed, and spend three hours looking at porn and masturbating the day after I get back, so what I'm saying is my life is characterized by a lot of hypocrisy because it's like I have two kinds of belief: one type that I like, that sounds good to me, that I wish was true of me, that I work to prove to other people is true of me, and another type that dictates my behavior, that almost always supersedes type one belief, that allows me to slack off in school and jack off when I'm alone and bored, and I'm a mess.
Help me Lord Jesus.
Thursday, March 08, 2007
Just the Two of Us
I had a country ham biscuit and grits, Rob had a piece of country ham, two eggs over easy, toast, and grits. I got to Mayflower a few minutes earlier than Robert, and I was privy to the energetic discourse amongst a group of old men who were seated behind me. They were rehashing the fall of the Roman empire (not joking). It was very educational and all who were not in attendance missed out on some very good points concerning the Goths.Breakfast with two is good, but breakfast with more is better. The Breakfast Club will be taking a week off for spring break, but will came back roaring with its fifth installment two weeks from today.
"Hey hey Momma, said the way you move, gonna make you sweat, gonna make you groove... buh duh Duh DUh duh DUH duh..."
Monday, March 05, 2007
Derek Webb
Hey Guys- thought I'd let you know that Derek Webb is playing at Eddie's Attic Wednesday night in Decatur. It's a really cool venue that offers an intimate atmosphere. My roomate, myself and some of his friends are making the trip. Tickets are still on sale on the Eddie's Attic website for only 11 bucks. I'd love to see some of you guys if you can schedule the trip last minute. Later hombres.
-Nick
-Nick
A Mayflower Thursday
Hello fellow "admitted to the light[ers],"
Andrew and I will join company this thursday morn to celebrate and give thanks for the namesake of said restaurant. Yay pilgrims and Indians too, although they didn't have anything to do with the actual namesake as they only helped to poor white man survive that terrible first winter for which the pilgrims responded by throwing a feast and then giving the Indians all the diseases and the trail of tears and liquor.
Cynicism aside, come feast with us and join in enlightened conversation devoid of cynicism and dripping in intellectual stimulation.
So come and eat with us.
rt
Andrew and I will join company this thursday morn to celebrate and give thanks for the namesake of said restaurant. Yay pilgrims and Indians too, although they didn't have anything to do with the actual namesake as they only helped to poor white man survive that terrible first winter for which the pilgrims responded by throwing a feast and then giving the Indians all the diseases and the trail of tears and liquor.
Cynicism aside, come feast with us and join in enlightened conversation devoid of cynicism and dripping in intellectual stimulation.
So come and eat with us.
rt
Thursday, March 01, 2007
Breakfast Club: IV
Well, once again it was a total no show in support of morning brotherhood and good eats. Robert and I severely enjoyed ourselves at Five Points Waffle House and did not miss the lack of company, although more warm bodies could have possibly made the experience more enjoyable.Next week, there will be a change of location; Mayflower Restaurant downtown. Mayflower is home to Athens' finest country ham biscuit. Rob and I will surely be there, all others are welcome to attend. If truancy is continued, these invitations may one day cease.
Monday, February 26, 2007
The Breakfast Club
Guys,The 3rd installment of The Breakfast Club will be meeting at Five Points Waffle House on Thursday morning! Robert and I have been holding meetings by ourselves, but we wanted to make sure that everyone knew they were invited! Robert gets there pretty early, I usually arrive around 7:45 or 8:00.
For two weeks in a row, we have both eaten the same thing! (I order the Texas Cheesesteak, Robert gets the Texas Patty Melt). Will this shocking trend continue? Come to Waffle House to find out!
Comment to let us know if you're coming!
Vignettes!
According to webster's dictionary a vignette is......
Nono, I will not go that cheeseball lazy route and will just give the definition of what I think one is for our purposes here.
"a slice of life!"
I think it would be rad if everyone posted a 1 sentence long (no length limit otherwise) vignette illustrating what is going on in their lives right now. I think that would be rad and exciting.
Alliteration and assonance get two bonus points, while onomatopoeia is not allowed and is a tool of the ignorant (ignorant: liking "Ladykillers" - Hahahah good one robert).
Don't let the punctuation man hold you down any longer! Embrace your freedom, its yours!
rt
Nono, I will not go that cheeseball lazy route and will just give the definition of what I think one is for our purposes here.
"a slice of life!"
I think it would be rad if everyone posted a 1 sentence long (no length limit otherwise) vignette illustrating what is going on in their lives right now. I think that would be rad and exciting.
Alliteration and assonance get two bonus points, while onomatopoeia is not allowed and is a tool of the ignorant (ignorant: liking "Ladykillers" - Hahahah good one robert).
Don't let the punctuation man hold you down any longer! Embrace your freedom, its yours!
rt
Friday, February 23, 2007
Top 2 Worst Movies of all Time!
Top 2 Worst Movies Ever
1. Ladykillers
2. Almost Heroes
Number of those Movies Ben has on his "Favorite Movie" List.
1. Lady Killers
Andrew and I are going to a Tool concert. You also should come to the Tool concert.
I am in Torts and my professor called on me last time and my voice didn't crack violently like the first time, and I was happy that it didn't crack this time because that was really embarasssing although he was the only person to notice since everyone else was shuffling with relief at not being called on and I cracked immediately but then got calm and Amos is now 3 months old and can hold his bladder for more than 35 minutes at a time which is nice because there is no pee on the linoleum and he likes to fetch for 5 or ten minutes before becoming distracted and running away and man I love waffle house coffee and where were you Jason sick or what cause that is what Andrew said that was what was wrong with you and apparently the rest of you do not understand what is RSVP is man.
1. Ladykillers
2. Almost Heroes
Number of those Movies Ben has on his "Favorite Movie" List.
1. Lady Killers
Andrew and I are going to a Tool concert. You also should come to the Tool concert.
I am in Torts and my professor called on me last time and my voice didn't crack violently like the first time, and I was happy that it didn't crack this time because that was really embarasssing although he was the only person to notice since everyone else was shuffling with relief at not being called on and I cracked immediately but then got calm and Amos is now 3 months old and can hold his bladder for more than 35 minutes at a time which is nice because there is no pee on the linoleum and he likes to fetch for 5 or ten minutes before becoming distracted and running away and man I love waffle house coffee and where were you Jason sick or what cause that is what Andrew said that was what was wrong with you and apparently the rest of you do not understand what is RSVP is man.
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Waffle House?
I'll be there at 7:00 on Friday morning. Andrew I'll pay this time. Everyone else come. They have delish arabica cafe and texas patty melts and waffles and sweet tea and bert's chili.
'i don't know what it is but i want it'
rt
'i don't know what it is but i want it'
rt
Sunday, February 18, 2007
Innisfree
Hello All,
I have a question, not of the theological kind, though maybe of the existential type. Some of my fondest memories include our trips to places like the Suwanee River, Cumberland Island, and various of the excursions to waterfalls and mountains up north. I think on those times and remember so much about them vividly, like they happened 5 days ago. From the freakishly persistant skeeters on Cumberland to the color and taste of Suwannee Aligator Water. I remember sitting up on one of the high river banks and preparing for the wind and I remember sitting on that beach for two days trying to keep dry feeling very alive and cold and excited and fresh. I don't really ever feel fresh here. The closest I get is through running, and there are all sorts of metaphors locked away in that idea.
My question is why those moments are isolated memories, why are they the all too infrequent breaks from the 'real world.' Why is it that we all love it so much, that we feel so alive, no longer numb, why does it hold the mystical allure that it does? Why can't it become the status quo, what is the reason that we are all still here, bound ball and chain to an urban, material, time consuming lifestyle. What makes us go out of our way to busy ourselves here, what makes us never stop. What makes whatever it is more important than the botanical gardens, or even moments outside in downtown athens with nothing but our own entertainment to get lost in.
Is what makes those moments away from here beautiful and vivid and alive the fact that they are so rare and distinct from every other moment of every other day? Or is there something more primitive to it. Why the allure? And if it is so strong, then why not place ourselves in a position to experience it more. Why do the 'roads and pavement gray' always win out. Why does this have to be the 'real world.' Why does a hyperclear and frigid mountain stream have to be an anamoly, an abberation in our lives?
It is depressing to think that every thing we do now is in direct conflict with those things that we desire the most. That whatever it is here supresses the other, more pure, more fresh, more personal desire, the more personal introspective connections that we don't know here. I see this place like a shroud over the natural, one which I refuse to address. I have acquiesced to it and don't know why.
I have a question, not of the theological kind, though maybe of the existential type. Some of my fondest memories include our trips to places like the Suwanee River, Cumberland Island, and various of the excursions to waterfalls and mountains up north. I think on those times and remember so much about them vividly, like they happened 5 days ago. From the freakishly persistant skeeters on Cumberland to the color and taste of Suwannee Aligator Water. I remember sitting up on one of the high river banks and preparing for the wind and I remember sitting on that beach for two days trying to keep dry feeling very alive and cold and excited and fresh. I don't really ever feel fresh here. The closest I get is through running, and there are all sorts of metaphors locked away in that idea.
My question is why those moments are isolated memories, why are they the all too infrequent breaks from the 'real world.' Why is it that we all love it so much, that we feel so alive, no longer numb, why does it hold the mystical allure that it does? Why can't it become the status quo, what is the reason that we are all still here, bound ball and chain to an urban, material, time consuming lifestyle. What makes us go out of our way to busy ourselves here, what makes us never stop. What makes whatever it is more important than the botanical gardens, or even moments outside in downtown athens with nothing but our own entertainment to get lost in.
Is what makes those moments away from here beautiful and vivid and alive the fact that they are so rare and distinct from every other moment of every other day? Or is there something more primitive to it. Why the allure? And if it is so strong, then why not place ourselves in a position to experience it more. Why do the 'roads and pavement gray' always win out. Why does this have to be the 'real world.' Why does a hyperclear and frigid mountain stream have to be an anamoly, an abberation in our lives?
It is depressing to think that every thing we do now is in direct conflict with those things that we desire the most. That whatever it is here supresses the other, more pure, more fresh, more personal desire, the more personal introspective connections that we don't know here. I see this place like a shroud over the natural, one which I refuse to address. I have acquiesced to it and don't know why.
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Waffle House
Que tal amigos!
I'll be at good ole Waffle House this friday morning starting at 6:30 and ending at 8:30. I'd love some company to drink some coffee and eat some pecan pie or texas patty melt with.
Good.
rt
I'll be at good ole Waffle House this friday morning starting at 6:30 and ending at 8:30. I'd love some company to drink some coffee and eat some pecan pie or texas patty melt with.
Good.
rt
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
Mere Christianity
Question,
I was reading mere christianity and was taken by c.s. lewis' strong stance on God's providing humanity with free will and its purpose. His argument sounds a lot like my argument with a few of you over the years.
My question is whether I misread the passage, or whether his stance is just markedly different from that put forth by various of you guys.
Don't take this post the wrong way, I am merely curious.
-rt
I was reading mere christianity and was taken by c.s. lewis' strong stance on God's providing humanity with free will and its purpose. His argument sounds a lot like my argument with a few of you over the years.
My question is whether I misread the passage, or whether his stance is just markedly different from that put forth by various of you guys.
Don't take this post the wrong way, I am merely curious.
-rt
Friday, January 26, 2007
Amos!
Meet Amos!
I named him after the 8th bc biblical prophet Amos. Biblical Amos was a rough contemporary of Hosea, Micah, and Isaiah. Similar material throughout his works as the others. Fighting oppressive aristocracies, predicting the fall of Judah etc.
Dog Amos is a ruff (oh yea baby) contemporary of Tim 'the hitman' Tebow and Percy 'the run fast...touchdown' Harvin. Similar man-beastness as in the others, but more cuter.
All comments about his sheer beauty and latent 'thunder and destruction' attitude are welcome.
Hasta Miercoles.
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
My Favorite Poem....
Just thought that I would share my favorite poem...
The Lake Isle of Innisfree
I WILL arise and go now, go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there for, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the mornings to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavement gray,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.
William Butler Yeats
The Lake Isle of Innisfree
I WILL arise and go now, go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there for, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the mornings to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavement gray,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.
William Butler Yeats
Sunday, January 21, 2007
Sup Yall
Yo Homies!
Andrew says that he still occasionally checks to see if some brave soul has had anything to offer up to the blog. No one has since a billion years ago, so I don't know if I am talking to nobody or just Andrew. If it is just Andrew, then 'wut up man.' Thanks for stopping but jittery joes tonight to rub your belly! I hope that whenever stressed in the future I can count on you to rub your belly because it makes me happy when you rub your belly. Seriously.
I am writing to extend an invitation. One of my buddies in law school lives in Jamaica, and somehow or another realized my obsession with coffee. She suprised me by bringing back a regular sized bag of coffee from Jamaica called something like "blue mountain coffee' or something. It has a website. Anyway it is apparently the best coffee in the world per its website and anyone who has tried it. I looked it up and the bag she brought back would cost 30 bucks in the states. I don't feel that in trying it alone I could truly appreciate it. Therefore, if anybody still reads this, we should set up a morning when I can make you coffee and we can all enjoy it together! I say around 7. I'll also bring deer sausage. I also say that we should do it at Jason's since his house is known to all and easily accessible. Thanks Jason! Anyway, just respond to this post and we'll set a date once we get enough folks on board. I think it would be a fun way to get together and shoot the $%#^ (which is 'shit' in wingdings).
Let me know amigos!!!
Andrew says that he still occasionally checks to see if some brave soul has had anything to offer up to the blog. No one has since a billion years ago, so I don't know if I am talking to nobody or just Andrew. If it is just Andrew, then 'wut up man.' Thanks for stopping but jittery joes tonight to rub your belly! I hope that whenever stressed in the future I can count on you to rub your belly because it makes me happy when you rub your belly. Seriously.
I am writing to extend an invitation. One of my buddies in law school lives in Jamaica, and somehow or another realized my obsession with coffee. She suprised me by bringing back a regular sized bag of coffee from Jamaica called something like "blue mountain coffee' or something. It has a website. Anyway it is apparently the best coffee in the world per its website and anyone who has tried it. I looked it up and the bag she brought back would cost 30 bucks in the states. I don't feel that in trying it alone I could truly appreciate it. Therefore, if anybody still reads this, we should set up a morning when I can make you coffee and we can all enjoy it together! I say around 7. I'll also bring deer sausage. I also say that we should do it at Jason's since his house is known to all and easily accessible. Thanks Jason! Anyway, just respond to this post and we'll set a date once we get enough folks on board. I think it would be a fun way to get together and shoot the $%#^ (which is 'shit' in wingdings).
Let me know amigos!!!