Sunday, September 14, 2008
In search of words...
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Weekly Updates
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Home at Last...
All posts from now until late Sat night are sent from my cell.
finishing packing right now, will try to sleep before cab comes.
SCRIBBLED BY JONNY GOMEZ AT 5:18 AM
Finished packing. Exhausted. Someone please call me at noon, central time, to make sure
i'm awake. Flight's at 5:40, cab is @ 2:00
SCRIBBLED BY JONNY GOMEZ AT 6:17 AM
Just called my cab. Will be here in hour and a half. Hard to believe i'm now a senior in
college. It's unreal.
SCRIBBLED BY JONNY GOMEZ AT 1:07 PM
Just got in cab, on way to O'Hare. Nice indian cabbie, very talkative. Will update soon.
SCRIBBLED BY JONNY GOMEZ AT 2:54 PM
I think my cabbie is a United rep. He keeps talking about United Airlines like they fellate
you in your seat.
SCRIBBLED BY JONNY GOMEZ AT 3:10 PM
Freaking twenty bucks to check two bags. Madness. Standing in line for security.
SCRIBBLED BY JONNY GOMEZ AT 3:39 PM
Sitting on plane. On time. JetBlue flight #937, ETA 7:41 pm PST.
Will post again from California. See you on the other side!
SCRIBBLED BY JONNY GOMEZ AT 5:23 PM
AhHaha. Weight balance issue on plane. They're moving people up in rows cause we're
back heavy. I'm in last row with 2 LARGE women
SCRIBBLED BY JONNY GOMEZ AT 5:43 PM
Just landed in beautiful, sunny, Long Beach, California. Really turbulent flight...
SCRIBBLED BY JONNY GOMEZ AT 9:47 PM
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Old Poetry
Sent from my cell phone:
Teh lite at teh ends of teh tunnel!
I sees it!!!
IQ Scores and unfulfilled potential
Monday, June 9, 2008
Ebbs
inspire
in my heart
the art of the
divine; heaven
blessed inspiration
sent down to me from
you that fills my life and gives
me a reason to live like a
blind man who missed
so much life suddenly
given eyes with
which he sees
the world for
the first
time
enough
to notice
that haircut
or the way you
smile at me when
you think I'm not looking
at your eyes, your laughing
eyes that never take anything
seriously like that time I came home
so frustrated and all you could do was
laugh at me and tell me I was being
childish like you never act like a
child who sits there pouting in
a chair asking anyone who
cares to listen why no one
is paying any attention
to her when maybe
someone is there
just across the
room writing
a poem all
about the
way she
moves
him.
Creative Writing
So that last entry was an essay that I wrote in my Creative Non-Fiction class that I took in the Fall here at NU. It was taught by the lovely Professor Fran Paden, who may very well be the greatest writing professor at the university. I've found that English and Literature teachers tend to become obsessed with one form of the language or another at times, and Professor Paden was absolutely enthralled with the sentence. One of the first exercises she had us do in the class was to take a sentence by a specific author, such as Annie Dillard, and replicate the syntax and rhythm as best we could. For example, she gave us the following on day 1:
Sunday, June 8, 2008
On Naming, or How I Became Jonny Gomez
The screech of the well-worn tires signaled the end of the line for everyone on the bus. The driver opened the door and we piled out onto the sidewalk like livestock moving from one pen to another. The scene was epic: thick fog rolled past us while the upperclassmen disappeared into the distance as if called off towards some higher purpose.
Saturday, June 7, 2008
On Copyrights
Just got official permission from Gijs van Kooten to use his art on my website. I'm really excited. Gijs is a Dutch art student from (surprise) Rotterdam, the Netherlands. He has some really touching 3d art on his site, and i plan on incorporating it into my page every now and again. Anyway, I'm just excited i have a new friend halfway around the world (4111 miles* away as the very very energetic crow flies).
The Sacrificial First Entry
Hello reader. See that date up there? That's when this was written, the very first post on my soon to be very filled blog. Either it hasn't been very long since this website was started or for whatever reason you were compelled to journey through the archives all the way to the beginning, to see how it all began. Unfortunately for you, all you're going to get is a paragraph with some words that basically confirms that the past ten seconds of your life happened.