Currently Awaiting: The Bazaar |
Part 3
Having put my identity in order and gotten my initial networking underway, I knew it was time to stop decorating myself and to get down to business.
But first, I must confess some...
Posted by Josh on Sun, 21 Oct 2007 10:32:00 PST |
Currently Awaiting: The First Land |
Part Two
Having been called out of my daily routine within the margins of my students' papers, summoned to fulfill a task no less important than the completing of a soul, I sat at my computer, ...
Posted by Josh on Fri, 12 Oct 2007 07:12:00 PST |
Currently Awaiting: The Beginning |
There comes a time in a man's life when he grows restless . . . wait a minute, this is Americaeveryone is always restless. Anyway, it can be a funky feeling sometimes and can confuse the hell ou...
Posted by Josh on Wed, 25 Jul 2007 09:06:00 PST |
Saddest Songs of All Time |
This is in response to Jade's blog assignment that I post the five saddest songs OF ALL TIME. You should see the ones that Jade listed on her page. At first, I thought that I didn't know any sad songs...
Posted by Josh on Sat, 23 Jun 2007 12:27:00 PST |
Unnecessary Censorship |
This is a smart video in terms of showing how censorship can actually lead to a more perverted moment for the audience than if the clips had remained uncensored. It is similar to The Blair Witch Proje...
Posted by Josh on Tue, 05 Jun 2007 05:17:00 PST |
Slo Mo |
The quality of the video is not very good, but for some reason, watching it made me feel kind of like a kid again. It is a bunch of everyday things happening in slow motion. The waterballoon is partic...
Posted by Josh on Mon, 04 Jun 2007 09:28:00 PST |
Something Old |
To morrow, and to morrow, and to morrow,
Creeps in this petty Pace from Day to Day,
To the last Syllable of Recorded Time;
And all our Yesterdays have lighted Fools
The way to dusty Death.Out, out, b...
Posted by Josh on Mon, 07 May 2007 02:49:00 PST |
Something New |
What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gi...
Posted by Josh on Mon, 07 May 2007 02:44:00 PST |
Something Middle School |
All right stop, collaborate, and listen.
Ice is back with my brand new invention.
Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Flows like a harpoon daily and nightly.
Will it ever stop? Yo, I don't know.
Turn...
Posted by Josh on Mon, 07 May 2007 02:33:00 PST |
Memories |
I thought that I would write about memory since mine pretty much sucks. The next three posts are the only three things that I have ever memorized: one in sixth grade, one in twelfth grade, and the oth...
Posted by Josh on Mon, 07 May 2007 12:03:00 PST |
