J-Belt

teenage soul,

2007-05-20T20:31:00.000-07:00

it’s just some old racer bike I used to ride to class
purple suede shoes an honest grin
mellow clouds pass above
lie awake, tye died
leaves rattle, blustery Wednesday noon
milling in the city park,
today was not my day
Dog need leashes in the park
Mother’s tears splashed- a few hours away
little black book I died today.
a pup urinating on my wooden leg
all over; clouds blew blue.

Boy and Ape: Part 3

2007-05-04T23:20:00.000-07:00

...Summer went and school came near. Mother said, “ Shall we take the day off and visit the Zoo?” The sun was shining bright above as we walked through the iron gates entering the Zoo. First, we walked by the elephants and a rhinoceros. Boring! all I smell is dung. I grasped Mother’s hand tightly as I leaned over the railing to see the hippopotamus. I trembled at the battered and mangled barrels afloat in the hippo’s dirty water. That is what happens when you fall in. I skipped right through the lion’s den blowing raspberries at the tigers. I hurried through the reptile room, constricting my time with the snakes.

At last, we stood in front of the Hall of Primates. We walked right in, it was empty now, not a kid in the place. I pressed my face against the glass peering deep to find my friend while the room was quiet, only me and him. I could not see the gorilla; how hard I looked. I felt my mother standing to my side. “Dan the gorilla died.” I would have liked to say good-bye. I didn’t want to cry. I saw what mother just read pasted to the glass above my head. “Mother, I do not like the Zoo.” Outside the Hall of Primates, the sun shined brightly; inside it felt like rain.

Boy and Ape: Part 2

2007-04-28T10:03:00.000-07:00

...When bedtime came, I tucked right in. I fell fast asleep and let my dreams begin. In the plains of Africa, I was alone with my friends. Five apes we were, three Chimpanzees, the gorilla, and me, all of us together under a tall tree. With a grunt followed with an echo of hooting and howling, we planned to touch the moon. Tonight the moon was full; its whiteness filled the sky. In a clearing we stopped, the moment was just right. The chimpanzees hopped up and down with excitement under the moon. One-by-one they piled on top the gorilla. Luckily, there was but one more than two. Last to climb, I sat under the gorilla’s black eyes. He grunted a smile, one that is only perceived so by a friend. I delicately made my way to the top of this primate pile. On top, way above the world, the wind played with my hair. The moon was close, closer than it had ever been. I stretched, but it was out of reach. I could not touch the moon. I groaned reaching out once more and the pile swayed, spilling all the apes to the dirt.

Boy and Ape: Part 1

2007-04-04T21:51:00.000-07:00

In the Hall of Primates, I looked up at Mother with gleeful impatience. She smiled down at me, “Be patient, you will get a turn to see the gorillas.” Slowly the visitors trickled out. I walked up to the glass and smashed my face amongst the many smudges. Back in a corner, laying in the hay, I saw two gorillas waiting for all the people to go away. I put my hand up to the glass near my face and waved, curling my fingers up and down against the glass. The big gorilla shifted his weight and rose off his powerful haunches. He moved toward me on his knuckles as gorillas do. The hair on his head was a red very much like mine. I watched his eyes, black, blacker than space and time. When he reached the glass, I breathed deep as a little one does in the presence of a beast. The gorilla raised his hand slowly and pressed his hand to mine on the opposite side the glass, his fingers curled just like mine. I looked at my little hand in front of his. I pulled back my fingers except for one. He pulled back his fingers, all but one. Slowly he lowered his hand away. The great room began to fill with people. The gorilla turned back to his spot in the corner on the hay. I stood and watched quietly, until, I was pushed back by wild children pounding on the glass. I went back to mother’s side. She took my small hand. “ Looks like you’ve made a new friend.” I beamed with pride as we walked out of the Hall of Primates. At the car I asked Mother, “When can you bring me back to the Zoo?” “We’ll be back before the summer is through.”

2007-03-25T14:52:00.000-07:00

Heads,
He is ticking. His eyes tell me he will blow. I used to call myself a pacifist. He sees children playing in the fountain, staying cool in the blasted heat. His tears tell me he will explode. I used to call myself a pacifist. He pulls his hands from his coat pockets and turns his palms up to the Sun. “god” passes his lips, preserve us escapes mine. I am no longer a pacifist. I am no longer a believer in peace. Give me a Gun.

Tails,
My best friend is dead in my arms. My little brother died eight months ago. They came in the middle of the night. They broke into my father’s home and took him. My brother struggled to break free. The secret policemen broke his arm. My father woke to his son, to my little brother’s, muffled howl for help. They crippled both my father’s legs when he begged for my brother’s life. My father can no longer walk without crutches. They never told my family why they took my little brother in the night. I was away at school when the policemen came in the night and left with my little brother. I found out what happened to my little brother and my father’s legs in a letter smeared by my mother’s tears. Give me a gun. I am no longer a pacifist. I am no longer a believer in peace. I can no longer do nothing. Now, I come in the middle of the night. Tonight my best friend is dying in my arms. His warm blood is pumping slowly over my chest, he is shaking, I know soon he will be dead. He cannot talk. The last words my best friend yelled were in anger, his last look is acceptance and regret. He knew he would never kill anyone, now he and I have both killed. Why? I know he asks me now. Now, he is killed too. My little brother died eight months ago. Take my gun, please, I was wrong to think a gun would bring me peace.

From the Oval Office.

2006-07-06T09:28:00.000-07:00

Franklin Delano Roosevelt was elected as The 32nd President of the United States of America in 1933. Mr. Roosevelt was a cripple. With his legs fastened tightly against heavy iron braces and a fist grasped tightly around a cane Mr. Roosevelt stood tall and forced his body to walk. He gave speeches upright, often supported by one of his sons. In public Mr. Roosevelt was careful never to be seen in a wheelchair. Mr. Roosevelt indeed must have clenched his teeth in pain lest he appear weak and vulnerable to his fellow Americans and a world ill at ease.

The nation's media had a silent understanding that to photograph our nation's leader in a moment of weakness was not done. He was the President and our nation understood to make a point of his physical weakness would be a great disservice to our nation.

Don't be a chump or your city might soon be a dump.

2005-12-15T13:27:00.000-08:00

Tonight I was studying at the Starbucks in the University hospital and on my way out there was a custodian buffing the floor in front of the exit. I didn't want to make more work for him, so I stopped and asked if it was okay to pass. He smiled at me and told me it was quite alright for me to walk through. As I passed him he said, "Thank you for asking". I had my head phones on so I just smiled with a nod. In retrospect, I regret not telling him that the floor looked as good as it did. On the rest of my walk home I thought about what happened, which is odd because how often have I bumped into a custodian and never given it a second thought.

We owe a great deal to the workforce that maintains the nation's infrastructure. As a whole we rarely show it, maybe because much of this work is completed while we sleep and we just don't see it, or is it because our society saves praise for the extraordinary not the ordinary. Stories on the news acknowledge a doctor saving a life almost nightly, but what about the custodians that rises early every morning to salt and clear walkways and roads around the city in the bitter cold. Have they not saved lives? Being polite to custodians, construction workers, maids, and all who work to keep our infrastructure up and running goes a long way. If maintenance crews stopped working and went on strike tomorrow, what condition would your neighborhood or workplace be in a week from then?

What up Sucka!

2005-11-27T21:19:00.000-08:00

Recently my roommates conducted a population based study of Spangler brand Dum-Dum Lollipops. The above is the demographic breakdown of your everyday bag o' Dum-Dum's. Suspiciously, what I consider the two best flavors, blue raspberry and cherry, are both absent from the study.

2005-11-14T08:50:00.000-08:00

"Any fool can criticize, condemn and complain and most fools do."
-Benjamin Franklin

I have found myself in this category and over time would hope to forever leave it. To tear down another man's wall to build your own is fruitless. Instead, understand what weakens its foundations and erect your own wall without them. Time will eventually leave only one standing to shelter you both from the wind.

Jab out

28:23

2005-11-11T13:23:00.000-08:00

I wander. I wistfully wander far from any place my eyes can see. I wander wondering who I am. Wishing, waiting to know what I will be. Many times wondering where I will wander in Winter. Until it comes to me, would waiting for Winter be the wrong wish to weave? West I will wander until wind whistles wishes that I wandered to see.

3006

2005-10-30T01:21:00.000-08:00

Tithonus, a mere mortal, was bestowed with the gift of immortality. His lover, Aurora, Goddess of the Dawn, persuaded Zeus to grant Tithonus this endless life, but in carelessness she neglected youth in her request. Painfully, Aurora watched Tithonus, King of the Trojans, age until he lost use of his body and was locked away in a chamber. Aurora, no longer able to listen to her lover's cries, turned Tithonus into a grasshopper.

Today, as man discovers new ways to extend life long after Nature intended, we must decide whether long-life is boon or bane. It is only human nature to become bored over time and to seek the unknown. This inherent yearning, to see what our fathers did not, certainly compelled explorers like Magellan and Newton, and fuels man's perpetual fascination with the heavens that unites all men. If man somehow stretched life over a thousand years, imagine the implications. A child born today, over a millennium, might see the end of world hunger, AIDs, and poverty, but he would also watch the world of his youth change, and his loved ones pass on. In consequence, he must grieve for their loss long past a time any contemporary man would bare. Do you know someone you could love for a thousand years? What field of study could hold you for ten centuries? Would there be any such passion left to satisfy human's inherent boredom after ten hundred years?

Feelings of a Freshman

2005-10-15T12:10:00.000-07:00

My first months of independence have come and gone faster than a speeding bullet. I look back over the short time I have lived away from home and cannot help but crack a smile. Not just any smile, mind you, but that bashful smile you get when you see that old yearbook picture of yourself with the goofy smile, you know the one I'm talking about. Don't let me fool you too much because I am filled with a lot of joy on top of those awkward memories. Everyday I have learned something new about myself and the world around me. Sometimes they are just little things, like toilet paper just doesn't reproduce in the bathroom cabinet...jk. I feel like big red curtains are slowly parting, and behind them awaits the real world. The world where I have to get a job, and make a name for myself. To be very honest it has humbled me.

Take that Budweiser!!!!!!

2005-10-04T21:18:00.000-07:00

No clue who came up with this but they deserve credit.
Click it to supersize it.
-Jab out-

The Greatest of Human Achievements

2005-09-20T22:28:00.000-07:00

How do humans communicate? Simple, we share ideas verbally with vocal patterns and physically through body language and sign language, which we pick up from observation. Sounds good... Right? A peer of mine sees it as something much more complex and amazing. Everyday humans deal with new ideas and thoughts from other humans in unbelievable number. As patterns of sounds escape the vocal cords an idea is absorbed by another where it is processed wirelessly into a coherent picture by another mind. Still not amazed, listen to a conversation in a primitive tongue; the communication you hear shared the spark that lit a fire that turned early man's eyes to the heavens.

-Jab

America

2005-09-18T21:33:00.000-07:00

America, where are we going? The last decade has been a trying time for the home of the red, white, and blue. Words of Impeachment, lies, weakness, imperialism, cryout in anger. I am not the first one to say this but , "We the people", nearly 300 million of us, shall never agree on everything. Isn't that what makes us so different? Wasn't this quality, to compromise and continue foward, what helped us flourish?

-Jab out

mustard your Ruffles

2005-08-23T00:20:00.000-07:00

This ad is just dumb. Job well done Newport marketing crew, YOUR FIRED!

Golf pros and catty hoes

2005-08-22T22:19:00.000-07:00

Last week in North Carolina I busted out the clubs and plaid shorts to go golfing(kidding about the shorts). Lesson learned; golf is a lot more fun when you make up your own rules. Four!!! All in all it was a good day. We hit three houses, I figure having a house on the course is like being in the ring with Mike Tyson; you are gonna take some hits. The carts were fun until I hit my cousin, actually they were still fun even after that. My cousin was fine if you care, I was just playing with him. Hole 13 was ridiculous, I finally just picked up my ball and just 'hail maryed' over the water trap at the green. I still had more strokes than my cousins even with the Steve Young toss. The maintenance crew on 17 wants me to burn in hell I'm sure. I 'teeed up' and took a manly swing and really got a hold of the ball, unfortunately for the gardeners out that morning I forgot to AIM!!!! When I went to retrieve my ball I got some of the FOUR!!!!! biggest crusties from every single man on the crew. I felt bad but at the same time I yelled "four" with vigor; what else can you do? Overall score, Jason 10 under, Long Beach Golf Course 0; wait maybe that should be the other way around. It was only my first game. One more time for Tiger, FIZZIZZOUR all you pros and hoes!!!!!!!!!!!!!

-Jab out

I would like to introduce a special guest on the show today...

2005-08-14T13:14:00.000-07:00

The following is a response to my last post, "Why MTV Rules The World".

By: Geoff
I think that what you mentioned is a very valid point, the media has a gigantic influence on everyone, especially impressionable youth. Although I am pretty capitalistic at heart I do have problems with the media in general. The media is pretty much owned by about ten big conglomerates, all with their own agendas and political views. This doesnt change much with entertainment media besides opposing views being presented, but it destroys Journalism. And advertising is a whole other issue, but it's getting out of hand with the amount of advertising people see on a daily basis. I'd post this to your blog but I dont have a blog!

Why MTV rules the world...

2005-08-10T12:48:00.000-07:00

Recently at lunch with some extended family I experienced what I shall dub "something worthy of thought". I would like to make this a regular occurrence on my blog, vehement opposition, enlightened arguments, or any response you the reader feel is necessary is always greatly appreciated.

Back to my recent lunch... My cousin, who is eight years old, pay close attention to her age because it adds a great deal of significance to this post. Back to the point, my cousin jumps in and says, "For my birthday I want to PIMP my bike". We all had a good laugh about that, except for my uncle and Grandma, they were very offended by such vulgar language. While my young cousin was being reprimanded for her obscene language I realized how much influence media networks like MTV, have over their viewers. While this example shows us a trivial and almost meaningless way MTV has changed the English language, by expanding the way we use "pimp" from a noun to a verb. We must ask ourselves what else are they influencing? In this day and age, media giants have the ability to reach all over the world instantaneously shaping and influencing minds-particularly the not so rigid and undeveloped minds of our nation's youth, myself included. Only the future will reveal the impact of such widespread media influence in the generations to come.

-Jab out-

Fashion memo: YELLOW is in!!!!!

2005-07-12T10:54:00.000-07:00

Against the general trend of my blog I would like to take a more serious approach to a special issue.

The 2005 Tour de France is in full swing as Lance reaches the Alps in command of the yellow jersey. Lance, for six consecutive years, has overcome the world's greatest cyclists. Lance did all this after overcoming testicular cancer that spread to his lungs and his brain, and almost killed him. I remember last year during the Tour those "livestrong" bracelets to many became the "latest must have"; to others they represented millions of research dollars that could one day cure cancer. Cancer does not discriminate, we are all at risk. It may not be you or I that will suffer from this horrible disease, the futures of our sons and daughters will also be shadowed by cancer. Yellow no longer represents one man's victory over an annual race in France, but the will and strength everyday people like you and me need to overcome cancer. Show your support for Lance's soon-to-be seventh victory and a cure, WEAR YELLOW for it will make all the difference for those who need it most.

-For Mom-

Rush Hour 3?

2005-07-10T18:24:00.000-07:00

Friends, Romans, Jackie Chan fans...

The news is out, Rush hour 3 is in the works. The third installment in the hit series starring Jackie Chan and Chris Tucker will begin production anytime now. The only thing slowing production is Chris Tucker himself. Tucker is rumored to be asking too much from the production studio. If any of my readers know Chris Tucker personally please ask him to get a grip and get going on this much anticipated "threequel"!!!

-The Jab out-

pimp my ride? How about... my pimp ride

2005-07-01T22:40:00.000-07:00

This is my car. It is a 2002 aspen white Subaru Impreza WRX, or Rex for short. My car is 98% stock. The other 2% of my ride is comprised of 17" BBS rims, 215/45ZR17 pirelli P-zero tires, and an in-dash carbon fiber kit.

top ten things about my car...
1. all wheel drive, great for snow... bad for donuts
2. horizontally opposed four cylinder boxer engine... if you drive a Honda take your type R badges, bullet bike exhaust, and pointless spoiler, and DREAM ON cause the pedal wasn't even down that time!!!
3. who can resist a hood scoop?
4. turbo
5. turbo
6. turbo
7. stock momo steering wheel
8. gas milage isn't perfect, just bad enough to keep me out of the gronola bar Birckenstock club
9. not to be repititive but T-U-R-B-O!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
10. Did I mention that i eat Hondas for breakfast!!!

first post EVER!!!!!

2005-07-01T19:06:00.000-07:00

welcome...

This is my first blog... Be entertained

My name is Jason and I am currently a freshman at the University of Utah. I was born and raised in Utah. Since I grew up in "the greatest snow on Earth", I am a pretty rad boarder ( slc slang for snowboarding expert, just in case you are from out of town). In the future I hope to start an astoundingly successful company and drive really fast cars, that I will park in my castle.

shout out to Bx... peace bro!!!!

the Jab out