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“The time has come,” the Walrus said, “to talk of many things.” But the time is now for me to be silent; not so much silent than less public.
I never realized how popular my online journal would become. And honestly, I enjoy it. But when I feel that I must shy away from topics or blunt issues in which I feel strongly because minds stray too far beyond the context of my actual words, I am not being truthful in the one place where I should be 100% real.
Freshly squeezed Jeremiah with pulp is much better than Jeremiah made from concentrate.
I am still journaling (though offline) and my journal will most likely resurface online in the future. For now, a less public life beckons me out of necessity more than personal preference.
So if you are one of the thousands of rad Switch fans who visit my site weekly, shoot me an email. If you are family abroad and visit my online journal because I never respond to your emails in a timely manner, please accept my apologies and shoot me an email.
Warmest,
Jeremiah
I find myself agreeing with the questions Jesus begged God before His crucifixion. Why did Jesus have to die? Was there any other way?
Would it not be like me asking myself for approval over a future event in which I solely controlled the outcome? Jesus’ questioning is the greatest example of internal conflict ever: when God questioned Himself if there was any other way to show His creation that it was not worth destroying completely. God had it right and He anguished so much to find a way to prove that He had not made a mistake in allowing our freewill to potentially be our suicide. How lovingly egotistical!
Three Ways to Hypnotize a Chicken
For Denise, who was late to The Highway leader meeting because she was in the restroom (fighting her constipation, er, counseling a teenager rather)
Pain and discomfort
Oh, to be regular again!
Fiber is my friend
We Love The Iraqi Information Minister.com
After nearly three months at Postal Annex+ #2, a love-hate relationship has formed with the United States Postal Service. On one hand, the service is economical. On the other hand, the service confuses my simpleton customers.
Why?
Adopting a unified tracking and delivery confirmation system accessible via telephone and Internet would be too simple. A consistent nomenclature would also be too simple. Does the Postmaster General actually do anything except raise the price of a stamp?
Christy, Sarah, and I planned on attending an Actors in Action exposition / chat with casting directors event on April 5, 2003. Christy spent the day with her dad instead, but Sarah and I headed to Los Angeles. I enjoyed acting as a child and throughout high school, but I never seriously considered it as a career (nor do I now). The most I hoped to take from the event was information on how to get involved in more commercial advertising. It was supposed to be a day of fun in LALA-land.
The Actors in Action event totally threw me off. So many people were handing out headshots to anyone who would take them and feeding off of vendors selling the expensive headshot photography. Basically, conceited, narcissistic, and ugly prima donnas prevented those with real talent from being seen. I think I was the only one who realistically concluded that most at the event have little or no chance of ever making it to Hollywood. During one question-and-answer session with a casting director that I attended, the casting director openly admitted that she already had people chosen for parts she was casting during most auditions. The day left me feeling that any Hollywood plans were futile and that Madonna‘s American Life could not be more true for those wanting to the join the silver screen elite.
Sarah and I ate at Greenblatt’s (a tradition she has with Christy when they visit Los Angeles) before driving back down to San Diego. Guess what — none other than Britney Spears and her bodyguard walk in, order to-go, and leave. Sarah and I were the only other customers at the time. Yeah, it was totally random.
Postal Annex+ #2 bid farewell to its Filipino owners and hello to its two new British owners on Monday. Hemanshu and Minal Patel seem quite fun. At least I no longer have the Grand Tita creating problems and then blaming me. Anne stays around to train the new owners and offer her notary services. I can see how much she enjoys not being the principle of the company anymore. She is too good to be confined to this store.
The Patels are successful London pharmacy owners and now enjoy the perfect weather of San Diego while trying to improve a somewhat faltering Kinkos-meets-Mail Boxes Etc business. Hemanshu actively seeks my input on this franchise’s inefficiencies, overly methodical processes, and customer service issues. My opinions finally have value to someone. Not only do regular customers prefer working with me, my managers fear my impending departure in late August. I love the new owners!
My San Diego family left for Virginia during their spring break. This meant that I was bestowed the tasks of domesticated animal maintenance for one dog and two bunnies. I still do not like domesticated animals despite the pleasures of being scratched by the bunnies, cleaning up dog excrement from the living room that magically appeared overnight, dealing with unhappy neighbors after the dog went missing in action for a day, chasing a bunny around the yard after it escaped, and replacing a box of Nilla Wafers that the dog snacked on while I was at work. Good times.
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