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Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Tue, 21 Nov 2006 20:44:26 GMT

Blindside is a favorite band of mine. I bought About A Burning Fire, a couple of years ago, and listened to it that whole christmas season. So now I have their new CD, and I'm enjoying it this season also. But here's a song that I think is very beautiful. "Every drop of rain turns into a crystal in the sun." I like that.

When I Remember
Blindside

That boy is gone
Sometimes i miss the way he wept at night
To be still and not run
To be rocked to sleep in your light
These days there is not much that will bring tears to my eyes
But when i remember who i am and who you are
When i remember
A cloud moves in, rain falls, thunder strikes, and sunshine breaks through the clouds

I am walking blind
So distracted that i dont even feel when you hold me
When did i grow such thick skin
You are my sunshine and rain
My joy and sweet pain
I'm a spotless stain
That boy is gone
But nobody moves me like you do
When i remember

A cloud moves in, rain falls, thunder strikes
And sunshine breaks through the clouds
I can cry out of sorrow and joy
Every drop of rain turns into a crystal in the sun
So wash my eyes, my clothes, my skin, my bones, my soul
My feet, my love
I'm not forgotten
I'm in your thoughts cause i feel sunshine in the rain

To this day nobody moves
Nobody
Nobody moves me like you do

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Tue, 12 Sep 2006 21:18:52 GMT

Oh My God

Oh my God, look around this place

Fingers reach around the bone

You set the break and set the tone

Flights of grace and future falls

In present pain

All fools say, "Oh my God"

Oh my God, why are we so afraid?

We make it worse when we don't bleed

There is no cure for our disease

Turn a phrase and rise again

Or fake your death and only tell your closest friends

Oh my God

Oh my God, can I complain?

You take away my firm belief

And graft my soul upon Your grief

Weddings, boats, and alibis

All drift away and a mother cries

Liars and fools, sons and failures

Thieves will always say

Lost and found, ailing wanderers

Healers always say

Whores and angels, men with problems

Leavers always say

Broken-hearted, separated

Orphans always say

War creators, racial haters

Preachers always say

Distant fathers, fallen warriors

Givers always say

Pilgrim saints, lonely widows

Users always say

Fearful mothers, watchful doubters

Saviours always say

Sometimes I cannot forgive

And these days mercy cuts so deep

If the world was how it should be

Maybe I could get some sleep

While I lay, I dream we're better

Scales were gone and faces lighter

When we wake, we hate our brother

We still move to hurt each other

Sometimes I can close my eyes

And all the fear that keeps me silent

Falls below my heavy breathing

What makes me so badly bent?

We all have a chance to murder

We all feel the need to wonder

We still want to be reminded

That the pain is worth the thunder

Sometimes when I lose my grip

I wonder what to make of Heaven

All the times I thought to reach up

All the times I had to give

Babies underneath their beds

Hospitals that cannot treat

All the wounds that money causes

All the comforts of cathedrals

All the cries of thristy children

This is our inheritance

All the rage of watching mothers

This is our greatest offense

Oh my God

I thought this was a pretty interesting song. What do you think?

God is Everything

Fri, 25 Aug 2006 12:09:11 GMT

So there are things that have come up this week, problems here and there. But I just wanted to Thank God for.......well everything. Diana's truck quit on her this week in a SHSU parking lot. Well I was able to kinda sorta guess that it was her Starter that was bumming out on her. With the help of some friends at work of course. So I was able to find a starter for her truck that was reasonably priced. Well in order to save her as much as possible, I went up to Huntsville yesturday with some instructions on how to put her starter on. Honestly I really didn't know if I could do it. It was tough but I put it on, I think it took me about an hour, hour and a half, but then came the moment of truth. Thank you sweetheart for being there with me and cheering me on. And before I got in to start it, I went to Dia and we prayed. Everything seem to work out so well up to this point, and I was worried that it was something else other than the starter, that's why we prayed. And as I sat in the truck, it was like my heart was at the edge of this canyon, and as I put the key in the ignition my heart leaped, and.............the Truck started, God caught my heart and said "Hey I got you covered". Thank you so much for having me covered God. So now Dia's transportation is just fine. Thank you so much Lord!

Words of Wisdom

Tue, 22 Aug 2006 16:11:59 GMT

The Question is not WHY? am I going through the things I'm going through, it's WHO?

First God, then the reasons become clear.

Our selfcenteredness keeps us from seeing what God is doing through us.

I dare you to reflect. -Zetroc

KJ Five Tweezy is the best artist of all time. That's Right PERIOD!!!!

Tue, 08 Aug 2006 20:34:22 GMT

Well I've been looking for the lyrics to this song for awhile now, cause I didn't want to get them wrong when I put them on here, but I finally found them. I love this song, you see the thing you got to know about the relationship I have with God, is that he pursued me. And when I finally saw how he persued me through out my lifetime, I fell in love with Him. I'm truly in love with Jesus. And so's my buddy KJ-52, read this song, and see for yourself.

So in Love With You

by Kj-52

So in love with you

Now you were after me for so long
But I would walk by ignore you and roll on
Had all I needed just thinking I'm so strong
Just believing that nothing could go wrong
But never seeing just really what goes on
You'd start speaking and I was like hold on
I'm just fiending like I could do no wrong
All that time i'm out cheating just all along
But looking back I was treating ya so wrong
I admit that it's seeming I chose wrong
But i've been meaning to change now for so long
And this is the reason I wrote just the whole song

You are all I ever need
You are my everything
You are my only thing
And the reason why I sing

Just like that well everything changed
And I started looking at you in a whole different way
And its kind of strange but really i'm amazed
How you caught my eye and ya called my name
I'm the type of guy who thought he had it made
But I can't lie ain't nothing been the same
Since the time I changed and ya came my way
Reaaranged my whole space in such major ways
And to think i used to just take ya name in vain
But I'm so in love with you that I just won't contain
The way I feel I just can't explain
And this is the only way I can sum up what I'm saying

Chorus

Now we been together for a while now
And every day you find a way to make me smile now
So all I gotta say just every time now
I don't ever want to stray just any time now
I just want to know all your ways just every time now
And just for all my days I want to find out
That your love and your grace well it's all mine now
And this is all I can say in every rhyme now is that...

I can't get enough
So in love with you
This is what I want to do
Is be so in love with you

CHILDHOOD MEMORIES

Wed, 02 Aug 2006 14:15:51 GMT

So my home page, when I click on the internet explorer button on my desktop, is msn.com. Well I got on today and saw this article. Whoever Dave Jamieson is, I respect him and empathize with him. Boy do I remember those days. You look back on them now and remember such a simpler time, such a fun time. Well here's a tribute (that every guy should empathize with) to one of our youthful past times, Baseball Cards.

sports nut
Requiem for a Rookie Card
How baseball cards lost their luster.
By Dave Jamieson
Posted Tuesday, July 25, 2006, at 6:31 AM ET

Last month, when my parents sold the house I grew up in, my mom forced me to come home and clear out my childhood bedroom. I opened the closet and found a box the size of a Jetta. It was so heavy that at first I thought it held my Weider dumbbells from middle school. Nope, this was my old stash. Thousands, if not tens of thousands, of baseball cards from the 1980s. Puckett, Henderson, Sandberg, Gwynn, and McGwire stared back at me with fresh faces. So long, old friends, I thought. It's time for me to cash in on these long-held investments. I started calling the lucky card dealers who would soon be bidding on my trove.

First, I got a couple of disconnected numbers for now-defunct card shops. Not a good sign. Then I finally reached a human. "Those cards aren't worth anything," he told me, declining to look at them.

"Maybe if you had, like, 20 McGwire rookie cards, that's something we might be interested in," another offered.

"Have you tried eBay?" a third asked.

If I had to guess, I'd say that I spent a couple thousand bucks and a couple thousand hours compiling my baseball card collection. Now, it appears to have a street value of approximately zero dollars. What happened?

Baseball cards peaked in popularity in the early 1990s. They've taken a long slide into irrelevance ever since, last year logging less than a quarter of the sales they did in 1991. Baseball card shops, once roughly 10,000 strong in the United States, have dwindled to about 1,700. A lot of dealers who didn't get out of the game took a beating. "They all put product in their basement and thought it was gonna turn into gold," Alan Rosen, the dealer with the self-bestowed moniker "Mr. Mint," told me. Rosen says one dealer he knows recently struggled to unload a cache of 7,000 Mike Mussina rookie cards. He asked for 25 cents apiece.

For someone who grew up in the late 1980s, this is a shocking state of affairs. When I was a kid, you weren't normal if you didn't have at least a passing interest in baseball cards. My friends and I spent our summer days drooling over the display cases in local card shops, one of which was run by a guy named Fat Moose. The owners tolerated us until someone inevitably tried to steal a wax pack, which would get us all banished from the store. Then we'd bike over to the Rite Aid and rummage through their stock of Topps and Fleer.

Card-trading was our pastime, and our issues of Beckett Baseball Card Monthly were our stock tickers. I considered myself a major player on the neighborhood trading circuit. It was hard work convincing a newbie collector that Steve Balboni would have a stronger career than Roger Clemens. If negotiations stalled, my favorite move was to sweeten the pot by throwing in a Phil Rizzuto card that only I knew had once sat in a pool of orange juice. After the deal went through, my buddy wouldn't know he'd been ripped off until his older brother told him. He always got over it, because he had no choice: Baseball cards were our common language.

In the early 1990s, pricier, more polished-looking cards hit the market. The industry started to cater almost exclusively to what Beckett's associate publisher described to me as "the hard-core collector," an "older male, 25 to 54, with discretionary income." That's marketing speak for the Comic Book Guy from The Simpsons. Manufacturers multiplied prices, overwhelmed the market with scores of different sets, and tantalized buyers with rare, autographed, gold-foil-slathered cards. Baseball cards were no longer mementos of your favorite players—they were elaborate doubloons that happened to have ballplayers on them. I eventually left the hobby because it was getting too complicated and expensive. Plus, I hit puberty.

It's easy to blame card companies and "the hard-core collector" for spoiling our fun. But I'll admit that even before the proliferation of pricey insert cards, I was buying plastic, UV-ray-protectant cases for my collection. Our parents, who lost a small fortune when their parents threw out all those Mantles and Koufaxes, made sure we didn't put our Griffeys and Ripkens in our bicycle spokes or try washing them in the bathtub. Not only did that ensure our overproduced cards would never become valuable, it turned us into little investors. It was only rational, then, for the card companies to start treating us like little investors. The next wave of expensive, hologram-studded cards didn't ruin collecting for us—we were already getting too old for the game. It ruined baseball cards for the next generation of kids, who shunned Upper Deck and bought cheap Pokémon and Magic cards instead.

This year there are 40 different sets of baseball cards on the market, down from about 90 in 2004. That's about 38 too many. When there were just two or three major sets on the market, we all had the same small pool of cards. Their images and stats were imprinted on our brains. The baseball card industry lost its way because the manufacturers forgot that the communal aspect of collecting is what made it enjoyable. How can kids talk about baseball cards if they don't have any of the same ones?

Seeing as the cards I once prized now fetch a pittance on eBay, I decided not to sell my collection. I figure my Boggs rookie is worth more as a keepsake of my card-shop days than as an online auction with a starting bid of 99 cents. The worthlessness of my collection gave me an idea, though. The card manufacturers and the Major League Baseball Players Association have launched a $7 million marketing campaign to remind a generation of children that baseball cards exist. Instead of spending all that money to tell kids that cardboard is cool, Topps and MLB should convince everyone that cards are worthless, suitable for tacking to the wall, flicking on the playground, or at least taking out of the package.

In that spirit, the other day I opened three Topps packs that I'd stowed away as an investment in the late 1980s. I even tried the gum, which was no staler than I remember it being 20 years ago. And as I flipped through my new cards hoping to score a Mattingly, I felt that particular tinge of excitement that a generation of kids have missed out on.

Dave Jamieson is a writer for the Washington City Paper.

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This is just the Beginning

Tue, 25 Jul 2006 14:17:01 GMT

Well good morning all. It's certainly has been awhile since I've written on here. Sorry bout that, just with the pressures of work, and hanging out with friends and family, being with my sweetheart, I've been pretty busy. Alot has happened since I last wrote on here, alot of different things, some good, some bad, some things that confused, some things that brought clarity, but in the midst of all the things that have been going on, ....honestly I haven't been worried. My life is great, I have great friends, three best friends Scott, Hal, and David, a great family, I absolutely love my Mom and Dad, Dork and Tugsta two of the best sisters in the whole entire world, a great pastor, and a completely wonderful and beautiful girlfriend (that I hope someday to marry) but most importantly, and this is why I haven't been worried these past couple of months, I have Christ as my saviour. I have this relationship with The Almighty God, that I sometimes cherish. Hey! I have to be honest, there are times when I don't want to have anything to do with God (most of those times I'm in trouble) and there are times when I slack off in my relationship with him. But it's never the other way around, and I love Him for that. I am continuing my pursuit in totally giving myself up. It's hard work, and I trip up so many times, but I'm still striving for it, because it's there that I know I will find true happiness. Being in God's will is where I'm truly happy. Well if you read this Thanks, and I'll try to get back more often and write some good stuff. Adios mi amigos.

-Zetroc

6 WHOLE MONTHS!

Mon, 05 Jun 2006 15:23:34 GMT

Well my friends, today Diana and I have been together 6 months. It's very interesting, because honestly it's the longest relationship that we've both ever been in. I also have to admit that I'm very proud of what God has given both of us. I'm proud of our relationship. We've had our ups and downs, and our fair share of craziness, but we still love each other. And we are ever so diligent, (maybe not successfull all the time) but put so much importance on keeping Christ first. We both love Christ more than the other, but what's most important is that we want the other to be in love with Christ first, and we both know that we will never have each others hearts fully, because fully we've given it to Christ.

She's was my first kiss, my first girlfriend that Loves Christ more than me, a common ground that needs to be, honestly she's been my first real girlfriend. Everything I've looked for in a girl, and I'm not talking about perfection. She has her faults as well as do I, but there's nobody I would have wanted to spend 6 months with more than her. I hope God continues to bless us, bless the relationship, and that we strive, and continue to put Christ first, and keep him as our foundation.

- Love JB

Monday, May 29, 2006

Mon, 29 May 2006 20:14:39 GMT

There are two kinds of people: those who say to God, "Thy will be done," and those to whom God says, "All right, then, have it your way." - C.S. Lewis

I had a great weekend. First Scott and I went to see X-Men 3, which by the way is good but not great. I believe the second one was great. Anyways, then Saturday morning I was able to see my sweetheart. So Brooke Randolph, Ryan Peterson, Christi Jowell, Diana Jowell (my sweetheart), and I went to Lyons Tx, right outside of Snook Tx. There in Lyons we met met some of the Jowell family and friends at lake Summerfield. So we ate lunch first, then Diana took her little nephew and tried to put him to sleep. I was able to talk to her dad about some of our favorite Mel Brooks films which was cool. Christi also told them about how last Monday when we went to Houston with Scott and Matt, that Diana was reading me The Great Divorce by C.S. Lewis while Scott was driving. Then I read to her, then she read back to me, which was really nice. Well everyone was telling me what a good man I was for letting Diana do that, because they all know she's a book freak. Honestly I did because I really enjoyed it, not to impress the Fam, but it did so that was cool.

Then we went on a boat, and went tubing. Oh before I go on, so back in March Diana and I had gone to Walmart cause she wanted to look at the swim suits. Well I picked one out and we both thought it was very pretty, it's a two piece, but a very respectable two piece. Well it was a bit expensive for her at the time so I bought one half and she the other. She really didn't want me to but I insisted, and said that when the time came for her to wear it, I wouldn't regret spending the $15.00. Well let's just say that I have never regreted pitching in to buy her swim suit, and I never will. Let me tell you it's a very pretty, decent, swimsuit, on a very beautiful, and exquisite young woman. Boy is she beautiful. Ok now I'm probably making Dia blush, though it's the truth I'll simmer down a bit on that. So we went tubing and it was alot of fun. What I didn't realize though until later that evening was that I had gotten whiplash from the wild ride. It was crazy, but fun. Then we came back in and just swam for awhile.

We came back in and played some Yatzee with the fam, then decided we needed to leave a bit early to make it to X-Men 3 back in Conroe. So we left and got there and everything actually worked out very nice, though earlier, things looked ridiculously hard. Dante got all six of us into the movie for free. Ha it was great!

Then Sunday I went to church had a great sermon, that was dealing with me personally, went home with the Dork, and chilled with them the rest of the day. Tugsta is OUT OF SCHOOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and Dork is GETTING SUNDAYS OFF FROM NOW ON!!!!!!!! so it's was very nice to hang out with them, with both of them not having something to do. Then went home about 11:00 p.m. and waited for Scott to get there. When he did we had a good talk, about what this summer is going to be, what the rest of our lives are going to be. And the quote up there is basically what we talked about, we are going to be the former, rather than the latter. It was really nice weekend no doubt.

Thank you Lord for taking care of me, teaching me, blessing me, loving me, for just being You, this weekend.

Love

Jonathan Cortez

Thursday, May 25, 2006

Thu, 25 May 2006 11:52:17 GMT

I was checking out a book of poetry last night, so unlike me. But I found one that I really liked. So this is from me to my sweetheart.

Love's Philosophy by: Percy Bysshe Shelley

The fountains mingle with the river,
and the rivers with the ocean;
The winds of heaven mix forever,
with a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single,
all things by a law divine;
In one another's being mingle;
Why not I with thine?

See! the mountains kiss high heaven,
and the waves clasp on another;
No sister flower would be forgiven,
If it disdained it's brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
and the moonbeams kiss the sea;
What are all these kissings worth,
If thou kiss not me?

Beautiful is it not? Just like Diana Kay Jowell.

-Jonathan C.