tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31747772009-05-05T12:27:50.083-05:00"I am an Unlimited Person, living in a sadly Limited World" - LavendisJefehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07802379622403021511jefe@cloudwrangler.comBlogger207125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174777.post-84160084176670680992009-03-11T21:57:00.005-05:002009-03-12T00:01:25.219-05:00

or,How I learned to stop worrying and hit the penalty box all over again.The last few months have been yet another time of conspicuous absence here at the 'Wrangler, and for that, Lonely Reader, I can only offer the same sad and ultimately worthless apology. As I have said before, I'm a poor wordsmith in the best of times, and a lazy one the rest of the times, and times, while they are a-changin

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or, as they say in AA, Fake it 'till you Make it.I'm not writing much of my own stuff lately, but I feel the urge building. As usual, it makes me want to read more, like stretching before you exercise. And recently, in a space where I spout off my opinions, as do others, a friend put forth this interesting little game:"Okay so I found this somewhere else and brought it here, sue me.*Rules:*

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to quite a run.Only Texas Tech could so drastically assert themselves, and then flush it all down the shitter so forcefully. The only way to absolutely, positively prove to the national media that we were fodder, that same media that was chomping at the bit to eat us for lunch, was to flub the Oklahoma game like pre-schoolers. So, that's exactly what we did. Instead of blowing a riduculous

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Or, ¡Yo Voté!The only I voted stickers that had at my polling place were in Spanish, but that's cool. I speak a very tiny little bit of Spanish. More importantly, I voted today, and so should you. No one should think their vote doesn't count, that simply isn't true. Your voice is important, all of our voices matter, and it is your obligation as a citizen of this country to speak up. This

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or,Say what you will, but these clouds don't wrangle themselves.I don't like to start with the negative, but I am sick and bloody tired of people, lots of different people, who do not understand or respect what they are putting into the digital world. So, I am going to say some things about MY digital self.THIS IS CLOUDWRANGLER.It is me, in it's own 1's and 0's kind of way. It's skewed,

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Or maybe just the repetition of old patterns.I wasn't expecting to be this wrapped up in loneliness, but I have been, for days now. I've never been very good at being kept at arms length by people that I care about, and I often react rather badly to it. I can wield the club of wounded feelings with a heavy hand, as some of you can no doubt attest, and I really am trying to break myself of it.

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or, How I learned to stop dreaming and just get out of bed to pee.For as long as I can remember, I have had difficulty upon rousing from sleep in recalling my dreams. The images that come to my unconscious mind in the dark stretches of the night are often incongruous meandering adventures that are very fresh in the first few milliseconds of the new day, but while that perception might remain,

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I've been listening to one of my favorite band's new tracks, in anticipation of their new album. It's making me dream things I would not have expected, and remember those dreams vividly, which is a rare thing for me. It still strikes me how much it makes me think of the people in my life that are also connected to that band, even though this is completely new material. Certain intense moments

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Or, What do I say, and What do I leave out?Well, Gracious Reader, I’m home in Dallas on something I never thought I would take. Not Peyote buttons, but almost as unlikely. A business trip. Me. It’s a pretty weird feeling, though it’s slightly different a normal business trip, if there is such a thing. I drove my own car, for one thing, as it is also a delivery. Anyway, none of that really

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Or, possibly the most self serving tribute ever written.So for a long time, I was writing a comedy screenplay about two best friends. These guys were loveable losers who worked in a video store and were extreme movie dorks. The video store was the kind of place that all movie nerds love, loaded with funky special feature sections, a great directors wall, every indie film ever made, and plenty

Jefehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07802379622403021511jefe@cloudwrangler.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174777.post-26388827785765966082008-03-27T12:28:00.002-05:002008-03-27T12:37:00.178-05:00

As usual, at some point during any given day, I have a conversation with someone about the millions of folks who seem to need to invade our fair city. I told many many people that got infected with SXSars that we Austinites were immune to it, and in fact intentionally spreading it to keep the Californians from wanting to move here. Then today, I had the conversation again, over a morning chat

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1,2 ... 1,2 ... Alan Soresby, Alan Soresby ... is this thing on?Here's where Alan would yell, "WHAT!!?!?!!"... and we'd all laugh.Looks like I finally got the issues with the 'Wrangler sorted out. I should be ashamed for not being a very good geek, but I tried to swap the hosting and I screwed up the whole thing. As I might have mentioned long ago, I know SQUAT about web design and code and

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I have seen Van Gogh's Sunflowers right up close, and the paint is so think and lush and wonderful you want to lick it. I have seen Monet's water lilies in exactly the same way, close enough to touch. I have seen Rembrandt's and Pollock's, and they are dazzling and spectacular. I've stood on the beach and looked at the deep swelling gray of the Pacific Ocean in the morning light, endlessly

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I once consumed a small quantity of liquid oxygen, which, until I actually saw it, I didn't believe existed. It's used in jet planes, though for what I can not tell you. I only know that it doesn't stay liquid naturally, and that you have to consume it almost instantly before it evaporates. It is ungodly cold, and you don't so much drink it as breath it in all at once. It is the coldest

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I met a lovely young women lately who got me to thinking about kites. She was cutting my hair, and we were making the small talk that a barber and her client make. She’d probably rather I called her a stylist, I’m sure, but the words get stuck, sometimes. Then again, from our short conversation, I got the impression that she’d be OK with whatever term I used. She was talking to me about

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The first things we all know in life are blankets. Infants are wrapped in a blanket before even being wrapped in their mother’s arms. Men have been making them from animal skins since they first climbed down from the trees and felt the bitter chill of winter. They are such a part of human existence and human experience that we often neglect them, take them for granted. Others are fussed over,

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I made a handful of New Year's Resolutions this year, and thus far, as of Feb.1, I am sticking to them, all of them. One of the big ones was something I have been saying I needed to do for a long time, start getting some exercise. I have always been bone skinny, thanks to the super high metabolism I inherited from my father. OR SO I THOUGHT! Now that Dad's stopped smoking, he's getting down right

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It's been a tough weekend, but overall a better one. Anything beats wallowing in my own regret and shame, like I did all last weekend and most of last week. Keeping it light has been the goal, do simple, enjoyable things, and try not to dwell. A good friend recently told me "You have to try to do the best you can with the things you can control, and not worry about the others." Not easy

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There must be some, somewhere. After work tonight, I went to grab a beer with a coworker, after we finished on a job site. We went to the closest restaurant, and grabbed two cold ones. Twin Peaks, Hooters for camping. It was freakin' awful. I was so embarrassed, for myself, for the girls scantily clad and looking uncomfortable. I never wanted to slink under the table and die so much in my

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Another part of me wants to rail against this, all of this, against her, knash my teeth and shake my fists with rage. I have done awful things, to her and to others, but all life is a two way street. She hurt me too, in ways I am becoming more certain she does not understand.For a while, in the midst of blaming myself, I was even convinced that the ways that SHE hurt ME were MY fault. Some of

Jefehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07802379622403021511jefe@cloudwrangler.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174777.post-35658954868687084042008-01-20T23:50:00.001-06:002008-01-22T17:18:45.545-06:00

Well, it’s been a long time since I was here, and I am quite certain by now that no one is looking anymore. Maybe that’s good, as I have some things to say, but don’t know who would want to hear them. Part of me worries that I am only doing this to stroke my own bruised ego. Part of me wants to bruise that ego even more, stomp on it and kill it and be done with it completely so that I can

Jefehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07802379622403021511jefe@cloudwrangler.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174777.post-1161055771456005102006-10-16T22:12:00.000-05:002006-10-16T23:45:08.820-05:00

or,It's not my girlfriend, but it's awesome!I am known for being a rather brazenly obvious Aaron Sorkin worshiper. My life is in the crapper right now, only a couple of things in it are good at all. I am unemployed, nearly broke, pretty unhappy and nearly crazy, but something happened tonight that made me fist pump my hands in the air with joy. Literally. No one saw it because Jess and Ben

Jefehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07802379622403021511jefe@cloudwrangler.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174777.post-1155334131352192542006-08-11T17:08:00.000-05:002006-08-15T02:29:00.950-05:00

or,don't laugh, this is serious, though I hate to say I told you so.My good friend Michael has been telling me for some time that we are, in the most literal sense, experiencing THE END OF THE WORLD. Really. Not the verge of a global war, not an economic, ecological, or geologic disaster of some kind, but the honest end of all civilization as we know it. Back to hunting and gathering for us,

Jefehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07802379622403021511jefe@cloudwrangler.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174777.post-1134705101388847882005-12-15T21:39:00.000-06:002005-12-15T21:52:49.253-06:00

Or,How quickly ones life goes from left to right.I don't know what it is, but when she gets sick, I feel bad. I'm not developing sympathy coughs or anything, my physical well being is OK, but I have been strangely out of sorts all day. It was a good day, a day when you'd think I'd be beaming, actually. Kevin and I got some great news regarding the Show this week, we're starting to think in

Jefehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07802379622403021511jefe@cloudwrangler.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174777.post-1134117986891160012005-12-09T00:36:00.000-06:002005-12-15T21:39:07.903-06:00

Or,The Media is like a dog on the other end of a sock.This kinda shit makes me crazy. Parents everywhere will tell their kids not to blog, it could get you killed. The story, the events, the situation, have absolutely nothing to do with these kids blogs (which were just MySpace blogs, no design work, no artistic integrity, no writing, design, or creativity of any value. MySpace is basically

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