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IT'S DECEMBER THE 10TH AND I'VE GOT A PLAN... ONE OF THOSE EARTHSHAKING PLANS THAT CHANGE THE LIVES OF ALL THOSE IN CONNECTION WITH THEM!!!
CELEBRATION IN THE OAKS, FOLKS, THIS WEEKEND. I DON'T HAVE A SPECIFIC DAY OR TIME SET YET, WAITING FOR THE BASELINE OF PARTICIONERS TO GET BACK WITH ME. BUT I FIGURE SATURDAY OR SUNDAY EVENING WILL BE EASIEST.
WE CAN ALL MEET AT MY PLACE IN BRIDGE CITY BEFORE WE LANCH OUT. TAKE THE WALKING TOUR OF THE OAKS AND GRAB SOME HOT COCO AFTERWARDS.
Celebration in the Oaks Home page
Walking Tour (per person): $5.00 (That's us folks)
5:30 p.m. - 10:30 p.m. Nightly
Parkng is in Tad Gormley Stadium, City Park Avenue and Marconi Drive and take the Walking Tour of the Garden, Storyland, and Carousel Gardens.
This is what the weather folks say:
Friday: cloudy. Good Chance of rain as another area of low pressure moves across Coastal Lousiana and Mississippi. Lows in the lower 50s. Highs in the lower 60s.
Saturday: becoming partly cloudy. Lows in the mid 40s. Highs around 60.
Sunday: mostly clear. Lows 40 to 45. Highs in the lower 60s.
Get in contact with me Via Email or phone fathem@bellsouth.net or 504-436-3795 leave a message and a number for me to reach you by. Get to my by thursday if you are coming and we'll try to make riding accomidations for those who need it.
Derrek
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It's been a while since I updated the page, or my life for that matter. I quit my job at the end of
november. Schools winding down and I've been accepted back to SLU. Trying to make important decisions and figure out if I should scrap this page or do something with it. Now that I have some time on my hands I can consider actually being creative in some form... I don't know, effort and everything. But I don't like the main page being so convoluted with so much stuff.
Yea Nat I know, whine whine whine. I went out to hammond a few weeks back and Nat assulted me with this err, piece of plastic, well she kinda
tossed it at my eye... not really assulting me but it could have been a deadly blow I tell you!!
Anyway I just wanted to stick somethin in here to get my resolve rolling.
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8/20/02
I've run into this girl twice within the last 2 weeks, it's the sort of thing that brings up so many memories you just get overwhelmed by them. I always had a crush on her but I never told anyone. Well I told my mom recently but before that NO ONE. She was the valavictorian, a real wonderful person.. the type of friend I always wanted. I remember in junior high she was writting a book. She just oozed neato! and wowwie! I hated junior high but I remember this one time we were the first ones in science class and we sang together from opposite ends of the room.... it was super geeky but it's one of the neatest memories I ever had. I always had friends that were friends with her, which makes it kind of wierd to see her because of all the past aquantences. I still get knots in my stomach and don't know what to say. And she hugged me when we bumped into each other in the thrift store! It's all kind of silly, I'm supprised I can still feel this way... it's the kind of thing that keeps you up at 2 am.
Why does everyone want what I can't have?
If I was someone who thought less of themself, I'd say she was to good for me... but luckily I have an overinflated ego(the do it yourself kind) so the next time I see her I'll ask for her number. She lives in the dorms at tulane... and I can't help but feel I'm so not her type. You know the type, tall smart and handsome ;> But I have good points! Like, err... I think deeply...and am quite literate plus I'm great for hugs! In high school I was a "Oh look another day" type as she was a "I'm going to be madly sucessful" type. Opposite sides of the fence. I was the slacker, she was the over achiever. Really there's no one I ever considered as highly as her. Just one of those things you can never touch though... Well, if I see her again I might as well try.
When I feel really bad I write to Ali, who doesn't every write back so I don't have to get stressed out over a responce. But I feel sort of bad because my last letter was on the down side. I feel like I owe her something neato, though for all I know she could be tossing them and not even looking to see if I send quarters this time or dimes. ;>
I will admit, I get frustrated. I write to people who I love, I really do honestly love them. And they never write me back. It's the sort of thing that kills that ego you work so hard to artificially inflate. When I try and be interesting I usually tell someone EVIL DARK SECRETS of my past. That sort of thing is really lame although for a little while it does make you a bit more interesting..eventually leading others to believe you are a never ending whiner.
I'm not looking forward to waking up early but am glad to be doing something constructive aside from going to work, which only fills my need to do something important, slightly. I don't really feel the need to fill this page up much anymore. I still work on things for it but my drive to actually put it all together isn't working. I think that mainly has to do with the very depressing connection I have from bellsouth.net. If it worked like it should I probably would have updated the site a few times by now... maybe :)
I feel kind of silly talking about a girl I more then likely wont run into again. It makes me feel good though, to think that there might be someone out there for me. I believe in fate and all that stuff. God knows I need some friends, I don't know. People I get close to usually just stop responding to me. So I know there has to be a pretty serious character flaw on my part. I don't know...when I'm outside standing at the end of Dickory at 11 pm at night waiting for my ride, I think about a lot of things. Usually all at once.
7/11/02 (sometime during the day)
I haven't had many words to put down the last month, and I haven't been much of a comfort to those around me. Some times, it isn't in you. Right now I can't extend very far outside myself. If I could slip into several months of uninterupted plesant sleep I would take it. I've been so tired anyway. I wake up and I'm tired, I go to bed and I'm tired. I remember when I could wake up and really be awake. Or go to sleep and really honest to goodness be asleep. Now I'm always in a state of inbetween.
Really, I just want to reach out and touch somebody. Make a connection, and start thinking on the fantastic level. I work, I never thought I would work, well not in any actual working capasity. heh, I told my mom when I was younger that I wanted to read books for a living. She said, "Oh. Well people have jobs writting book reviews." But I didn't want to write about books, I just wanted to read them. ;>
If I didn't work I think I would be completely miserable. When I go back to school I wont have time for sulking and thinking on negative things, yea for me! I'll have a reason to be tired all the time, and an excuse for not having a social life outside my imediate family.
Subconcious Alpha? Are you out there? This is remmy 0 Reporting, are you out there Subconcious Alpha? Niner, zero, niner.
*shrugging at the static*
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Lets have some straight up me talking to you. Sometimes I wake up in the morning, looking at the four walls surrounding me and wonder... is this all there is? Then by some compulsive urge I make myself face the day. See the outside, and travel to some distant inside to work my days wages.
When I question that which is ...or in fact is not.. I use to think I was wondering if there was more to the world out there. But now I believe it's when confined to those four walls, when I break the unconciousness of being asleep that I wonder if there is more to me.
My father, he was a poet. Wrote things all the time. I use to have this door I would write on, quotes and poetry..whatever came to my mind. And one day I woke up to the four walls but there was something new there... red ink slashed across the door, speaking to me. "If we do not extend beyond our reach, how then may we touch the face of God?" I was mad... then I thought I was mad at dad for writting on the door. But now I think it might have been that he saw clearer the problem I struggle with.... That perhaps we all struggle with.
Can we extend ourselves?...Beyond our concievable reach? To touch the face of God... To bridge the unknown... to Be MORE.
6/27/02
6/18/02
Looking for a smile in a world full of mouthless faces.
4/15/02
Can't believe the way I feel.
Nor Figure bland appeal
to Leasure land
To stick my head in the sand
Pe-COoook!
Squack!
April SHocK.
4/6/02
Two blurbs and a group of links laying around, some you've seen-some not.
priceless ideas are worth but a penny more -At the priceless commodity store Glorious morsels of Infinity
The last few days have been odd, even awkward. The sudden warmpth has left the day and I find myself in winter.
A friend of mine has graciously offered to let me move my web site to his site. So I wouldn't have to worry about stupid advertisments any more... but then again I'd be shrugging off the address everyone knows. I've been thinking about it, and I dunno. Your probably thinking, well whats the big deal? You switch spots? Where's the conflict?
Well I'm a little bit of a wierdo, everything seems to be changing right now. The semester's ending, the weathers changing, new friendships are to be put on hold while I deside where it is I'll be investing my time which will determine my future. It's a hard piece of bread to chew on.
When I'm unsettled I come back to this place, and I tinker finding some sort of solice in having my own spot. Like miss muffits tuffit.
My friend, the one who offered me the web space also set up a form for me to have fun with. So my friends can all chit chat with each other. This is strage because of the locale. Having so many worlds in which I dwell come together. I experienced something similar when I moved back home. Well I'm drifting, lets see if I can pull some thoughts together and make sense.
I think it would be neat to have everyone all hopping around getting to know each other so lets see what happens. My fourm
I hope you all have a good thanksgiving. And that those subtle changes that we are experiencing be plesant and refreshing. Let me know how the holidays turn out for you all. ;>
11/10/01
"We've all got a bullet to bite."
I've been writting to my friend Nat for the last week only she hasn't seen any of the labor on my part because, well, I haven't sent it. Hey I want to start putting, maybe, a weekly blurb on here do you want me to archive my past ones? I mean I can, I'll be saving them for personal reference. I've got all my old news saved on the drive but I don't give access to that only because no one seems interested it's only stuff like "Updated this, added that." but I figure this is a bit different, anyway let me know through email or AIM. Oh yea I killed my icq it was giving me to much trouble to begin with.
This week I'm taking a poem I wrote from my personal journel and putting it on. If anyone wants to submit stuff, pictures or whatever let me know and I'll see if theres some feasable way of making it semiartsy. If anyone who reads has HTML knowledge or Shockwave, or Java or anything neat let me know if you want to help me spruce the site up. I'm looking for some tastful comic strip stuff. No vulgarity or sex or bad talking God, aside from that I don't have any problems. Not like I expect anyone to send anything. But as for my pals and you know who you are I want a picture to show you off :) Ok. On with the poem.
My Anger How I wait for thee in dreams, in memory knowing that the substance we use to be is no more My beauty Intoxicating eyes With breath pressed between two lips in constant love with life When I forget I die But to remember is My Confusion taunt in the darkness a gentle breeze Divides garmentsRecent stuff added 11/6/01
Grinning with their Rhetoric pounding action
grinding viluptious phrases in effort to spark
transference of knowledge to the straw and the shaft:
Burn up shortly, linger long in the air with seeds and spores.
Oh nightengale where is your song amongst the clatter of empty hollow halls.
Has he dethroned the scorpion
Whom still is posed
ready to strike
-----------At a dangerous place where things amass, but the coffie pot toots to allow a moment of pause in such a busy convoluted place. Lost and happy,thats the way to go.
There was this one period in time where I was going to take a few months to see a bit of America. It sort of ties into that whole migrational thing I figure we hoomans have built into our runaway sensors. I've started thinking about it again. A trip to Canada 14 days with bed, food, gas and Misc would cost about 3500 bucks. Now the same amount could be applied to renting out some rather nice place on a beach somewhere. I know, it's nothing but dreaming but let me dream.
Three weeks left of school and I'm crawling on my belly trying to squirm out of my current mindset. Don't want to go with the grain and get ground up. Who wants to be bunny bread? Still need that green. So, I suck it in and tough it.
Wanted to stick something on here for the regulars who pop in just in case. Well there you go. The poem was something I wrote right when I got back to school. I've been having this tool song in my head for the last few days. I haven't listened to music in forever but my brothers were jamming in their room and I spent the day with them and now it's in my head and driving me crazy. I don't want the pieces to fit. Holding back a fit of rage. Still I softly spread my wings, seeking milk from the heavens.
Meow
Derrek
September 07, 2001
Walk with me in shadowed valleys
But Hold my hand
Lest I be afraid
-Derrek
August 11th year 2001
Though I speak with the toungues of men and of angels, but have not love, I have become sounding brass or a clanging cymbal. And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, but have no love, I am nothing.
And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, but I have not love, it profits me nothing.
Love suffers long and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up; does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil; does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in truth; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
Love never fails.
1 Corinthians 13:1-6
August 6th year 2001
Thought of the day:
Perhaps the clergy have the best insurance of us all? You never see them worring about their health plan or burial. In another break of thought I came across an article informing about China's forced abortion of 20,000 babies and sterilization of the mothers. Does that disturb you? How is it different then what we do here in the US? Food for thought, feel free to submit your responce.
-Derrek
June 23rd year 2001
Thought of the day:
Happily slender Silvia rapped on the neighbors door, reciting lyrics from radio scores.
Verily suggested person with lack of name jabbered about things that would later be thought of and added in for funny cheep laughter period
-Derrek
June 5 year 2001
Thought of the day:
I'm feeling kind of empty
In the stomach, in the head.
Need a touch of mana bread.
June 3 year 2001
Personal thought of the day:
No matter how often you brush your teeth they are going to fall out. Smile and show those wonderful meat and or plant chomping canibale masterpieces while you can (Sheesh, political correct rhetoric(My mom hates how often I use the world rhetoric..hehe.)has infected even my little world! Is there no end to the madness! Arru, fooie foo, Voondava!) buddy! --------------------------------
May 10th
"I'll throw my temper tantrums in private, thank you very much." -Derrek, who just happens to be on one of those kicks.
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Found this by some unknown fellow on the web, figured I'd share it.
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May 6 year 2001
Personal thought of the day:
Who is wise and understanding among you? Let him show it by his good life, by deeds done in the humility that comes from wisdom.
James 3:13
(The big black book with all the red inky words)
May 4 year 2001
Personal thought of the day:
Time seems to crest across the water
My gaze turns to the sky... seeing the sight of the heavens.
And I wonder about Love.
There is no greater Love then to give oneself for another.
I contemplate the Word and God who is the Word.
And I realize I'll never know it all
There are two sides to every person, the side you see and the side that remains unseen.
I'll never understand what others think or if they dream....
But I dream and wonder with broad ranged leaps how heaven was made for children.
I realize my thoughts are simple, but I have reached a place of rest.
Where all that reaches resembles that thing my mother professed.
"Go to sleep, go to sleep, close your eyes little one."
And then she breathed on me a kiss and whispered, "Peace."
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April 30 year 2001
Personal thought of the day:
Today a little girl is going home. 15 days or so ago she dissapeared from her Slidel surroundings and everyone said, "she's gone." Yet she has returned. I know my family along with the rest of the community here was praying.
I don't know if you people believe in God or not, but having a little girl make it home is enough of a Miricle for one family.
Take some time to smile a little.
Derrek
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March 2 2001
And when I doubted
I felt compelled to rest
lay down my wiery head
and eyes I opened
to then see
A promised rainbow over me
Do me a favor and remember someone out there thinks you have the most beautiful smile on this side of the milky way.
Your fair weather friend
Derrek
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