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

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.

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

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.

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

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