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Name: Jon
Country: United States
State: Oregon
Metro: Portland
Birthday: 9/22/1981
Gender: Male
Interests: I enjoy playing chess, going to church, exploring the internet, going to thrift stores and estate sales, eating out at new restraunts, listening to music, going to concerts, playing Nintendo, and reading books.
Expertise: I can tell a pretty good exaggerated story.
Occupation: Manufacturing/production
Industry: Real Estate
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
Member Since:
2/27/2005
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| Blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah. Change is bound to happen. The problem is that it falls out of your pockets into the couch cushions. This is when you have to work to make change effective. Change is content to hide the dark regions of the sofa basking in the weighted warmness emanating from above. This is the same place where changes in my life take refuge. I happily sit on my ass exploring worlds and defeating monsters with the ease of mashing some buttons and the occasional tip from the internet. Yet, at some point the hours lived through a box gain ground on the actual hours in a day and I begin to wonder if leveling up will ever amounts something tangible in my life. With this in mind, I have begun a journey of sorts of my own. However, I realize I must first find the proper training to begin this daunting trek. Last Tuesday, when the clanging hammers were at peace, I found my way to an informational meeting on a MAT program at Concordia University. On a previous venture to a similar meeting some years earlier, I had left discouraged at thought of having to pass some competency exams on the three R's. I was told by the spokesman that a Bible student has no place applying to teach in the public arena. Upon my return to the campus, I found a very friendly woman who sang educational melodies that spoke to my desire to be learned in the arts of pedagogy. She also informed me that the trials to begin this educational journey started with an 8th grade level cumulative knowledge exam. I realized at that moment for years I had been afraid of taking a test that hasn't even mastered its own puberty. I foresee no end to this trip I am taking because I am stepping off into the spiraling world of education. I hope to always be engaged in the cycle of ever learning and ever teaching that spins towards the center of who I believe God has shaped me to become. I am not sure what shore of education, this whirlpool will spit out on, hence, I am taking as many 10 questioned practice tests as I can to feel out what I remember. They are actually kind of fun when you pass. Go to http://www.sfsu.edu/~testing/TestsPrepFreeOnline.html and find the Cbest, Praxis, or other tests. Blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah. | | |
| Blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah. Please, do not be alarmed by the sounding alarm. It is the siren call of the Nintendo Wii. Yes, I can say that I've heard that call and responded with the fervor normally reserved for scurvy mouthed sailors, damning the jagged rocks ahead, in hopes of reaching the mermaids just beyond the shallows. However, where lonely seafarers only found sea manatees with sheepish grins, I have found something worth the gamble. Finally, a machine that has restored my faith in thought that maybe the formerly isolated nerd can get a group of friends and family together and enjoy a video game on merits other than amped up graphics, obnoxious violence, and plastic women. I am continually impressed by how Nintendo's goal of making a machine for an entire family has materialized so well. The past week I have talked to and heard stories of people really enjoying the Wii whom at first would glance would seem least likely to play any sort of video game console. At the same time, I (*ahem*, myself being a nerd of sorts), have really enjoyed playing a more in-depth game like Legend of Zelda. So if by chance, you check your email and spot one from w4169278749142531@wii.com do not delete it, because it is only a Nintendo Wii asking if it can come over and play. Blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah.blah. | | |
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I guess it has been a while since my last post.
A brief history of current events:
- I accidentally cut myself at work with my razor-knife and
received six stitches as penance.
- I turned twenty-five years old.
- We have begun searching for a home.
Life in general has maintained at a pretty consistent rate of
wellness. Nothing to out of the Sanchez realm Ordinary has
happened. However, that does leave a lot of room for "normal"
Out-of-the-ordinary experiences.
Work has been going well and in the last week some construction site
hilarity has ensued. Construction site hilarity mostly consists of
stinky farts, "footballs to the crotch" scenarios, and stitches.
Sparring you the drudgery, I have decided to share one of my most
memorable work stories from a long time ago titled, "Lets get Physicsal"
It was a warm summer day, on which Rafa ( long time friend,
brother-in-law, and Mario Kart Nemesis) and I were beginning the
morning's work for my father. My father was a fair employer, who
hired Rafa and I to work for him doing assorted manual labor. We were
paid with housing, food, and a good hourly wage.
My Dad had given us the task of moving some tires of the bigass model
down the hill to the bottom of the yard, where they would, inevitibly,
spend their time snuggled in the tall grass, awaiting the
psuedo-annual "Acquired some Fire, Light the Tire" event.
After trying to carry the tires down the hill, we thought it best to
simply let Newton do all the work and allow the tires carry themselves
down the hill. I scurried down the long sloped hill to simply "catch" the tires as they
sauntered into my capable grasp. Unbeknownst to our California
educated intellects, Newton famous for discovering something or other, also
wrote some laws on some things as well. Had we paid more attention
in Physical Ed., we might have learned some of Newton's theories crucially important to our seemingly mundane task.
Standing a six feet from my father's newly purchased truck, I
signalled Rafa to begin this great experiment and roll the tire down
the hill. Equipped with a section of 4x4, which would be used to
effectively stop the tire with, I awaited the tire's arrival.
*According to Newton and friends - The velocity (v) is a physical
quantity of an object's motion. The average velocity (v) of an object
moving a distance (d) in a straight line during a time interval (t).
Apparently, this has something to do with the object's force as well , which is important.
whatever. *
The tire makes a straight shot right towards me and I swing the
4x4 at the tire, which throws the board back at my face. I let out a
Flanders-esque scream and hit the dirt. The tire comes inches from
hitting the truck, and flys into the tangles of honey suckles,
stopping about 15 feet from the road.
Phew.
Both scared and relieved, Rafa and I initiated what has become one of
the, "Dumbest things we've ever done". I pick myself up from the
dirt, grab the 4x4, square my stance, and signal Rafa to release the
next tire!
* This formula may help you understand this more clearly:
The magnitude of Stupidity (s) equals (=) Obvious risk (o) over (/) willing
cooperation (c) or more simply, ( S = O/C ) *
Determined not to let the tire get the best of me, I place
myself between the tire and, coincidentally, my Father's new truck.
With Herculean strength, I swing the stick at the tire, which bounces back at me once again. Diving to the ground, I look up through the dust, as Rafa lets out a yell and the impact from the tire slamming into the side of the truck lifts two of its tires off the ground.
After careful consideration, we decided to go and tell my father what happened , instead of stealing the truck and trying to start a new life somewhere else. My father upon hearing the news, grew 10 feet taller gripped us by the scruff of our necks and shook us senseless.
At least that is what it felt like.
He actually nulled and voided all the money that Rafa and I had worked to earn that summer. We knew it was only fair. In fact, it was quite generous of him.
Hence, Rafa and I stayed in our room all summer and played Nintendo 64 because we didn't have any money to go out. For this reason, I am sure I developed Nerdological tendencies.
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