American Dinosaur

My Life Rules -The MLR Manifesto

2009-05-13T15:01:00.000-07:00

THE MLR Manifesto

MLR is a movement.

MLR is a choice

To be positive.
To focus on the good and not the bad.

To be real.

To choose your attitude.

To let the bad go, learn from it, and move on.

To live in the moment.

To embrace life.

To live life to the fullest, without regard for the consequences.

To be true.

To be a beacon of light to those in need.

To be encouraging.

To be the helping hand and the listening ear.

To be supportive.

To be positive.

This is not to say that people who adhere to MLR do not occasionally have moments where they get down, or get negative. We're all human, we're not perfect. It happens, but try (and the effort is key) to move past, to not dwell, to learn - let go - and move on. This is also not to say that we don't give our friends a hard time, iron sharpens iron; My friends accomplishments make me happy, and that makes my life rule.

My name is Zac, and My Life Rules. What’s your name? I bet YLR.

Here I go sounding like Tony Robbins again

2009-05-06T14:16:00.001-07:00

So I hear a lot of people saying "FML" these days (FML stands for F*** My Life). I'm against that. First off you should never think that, because life is precious and if you need someone to talk to there are people out there. And secondly and more importantly, why focus on the negative.

For example:

This week I had my tonsils taken out. So I could say, "Oh my throat hurts, FML." Or I could be like, "I had my tonsils out and I get to lay around all week, MLR!" Which is what I propose as the opposite and combative equivalent to FML.

MLR stands for My Life Rules. Because even in the darkest of times, your life does rule. Why focus on the negative aspects of life. There are so many things to be thankful for. "I woke up today, MLR!" "I have a car, MLR!" "I have a job, MLR!" etc.

And if you think about it, the toughest times, and the darkest days always make the best memories. When my band's van broke down in New Mexico 3 years ago and we had to drive 27 hours across the country to come home and get it fixed we were all down, but now it's 3 years later and I still look back on that and think, "MLR" At the time it was awful, but even a week later we were all bragging about how bad ass we were.

MLR is not to be used sarcastically, it's to be used when you truly mean it.

Examples:

"I just got paid, MLR!"

"Dude I just called Stacy and she wants to hang out, MLR!"

"YO! I got the job, MLR!"

"Class of 2009, MLR!"

So in summation, My name is Zac, I just had my tonsils out and MLR. And so does yours.

NOTE: MLR can also be used as OLR (Our Lives Rule) or YLR (Your Life Rules)

Summer

2009-04-17T17:38:00.000-07:00

So I'm going to take a brief respite from compiling and writing the findings section of my paper and address why I'm excited about summer. I shall do this in my favorite form.... a top (insert amount of things I'm excited about here) list.

1. No classes - simply put, it will be nice to have a break.
2. Being in the sun
3. Baseball (see number 2)
4. Recording a new record with Kiss Your Ghost
5. The Shiggety Shin will be in town all summer
6. Possibly helping J move from Connecticut to S.C., considering I had to bail on him last time, I feel like I owe it to him, plus it's be a great chance to force each other to bands we like.
7. Two words.... Team Dinosaur
8. Getting to go to Lodge
9. Learning my lectures.... again
10. Killing some practicum hours and/or doing serious work on my Thesis/Problems in Lieu, alright not that excited about it, but I will be doing some work on it this summer.
11. Also getting my tonsils out. While it will suck in the immediate future, it will not suck when I hopefully don't get sick 4 times next year.

Other things to come. Back to writing.

Zac J.

Longshots Pay Off Better In The End

2009-03-23T11:16:00.001-07:00

To everyone who didn't believe in the Vols this year and didn't pick them to win at least one game. I would like to issue you this public statement:

You're all busters. I'm placing their poor performance not on Bobby Maze or the fact that they didn't have a perimeter shooter, nor am I placing the blame on their crappy seed because they're an SEC team and get no respect despite playing the toughest schedule in the nation this year; nay good sirs I am placing the blame on you, the unfaithful. Brackets be damned you've got to believe in your team and if that means picking them to win it all despite the odds, then call me a longshot.

And yes, I did have them winning it all. Call it superstition or stupidity, I feel like if I don't pick them to go all the way they have no shot. Maybe one day I'll grow out of it, but for the foreseeable future if the Vols are in the tourny I'm picking them over the 92 Dream Team.... alright probably not the 92 Dream Team, but you catch what I'm saying. And shame on those of you who didn't believe.

Next year fools, next year.

New Beard Names

2009-02-16T10:32:00.000-08:00

I can't remember all the ones I got at our most recent show, but I did get called Rick Ross by the dude at taco bell, which was pretty rad.

blink

2009-02-16T10:19:00.000-08:00

So about 2 weeks ago, blink-182 announced that they would again be a band. Awesome. So at first I was just like cool, I'm down with blink.

Then the other day, I don't know what happened, but I remember what blink meant, what they symbolized, what their music meant to me. And I got super freaking stoked. Actually, it was my friend Jef tagging me with one of those stupid notes, but this one much less stupid. Said note asked me to list 15 albums that changed me, that punched me in the gut, that meant something to me, that made me feel something. One of the first records I came up with was blink-182's "Enema of the State." I digress.

I couldn't really wrap my brain around how excited I had suddenly become. I had never really gone crazy about blink, I mean I'd bought the records, I'd gone to see them, and I'd learned their songs on guitar, but never really got up in arms about them. Then all of sudden last weekend (before I got deathly ill), I got so excited about them making music again I could barely stand it. And here's what I came to realize.

blink-182 made music at a time when I needed punk rock. More importantly when the world needed three dudes playing their own instruments, writing their own songs. They played this insane brand of pop-punk with their own crazy element of humor, giving anyone and everyone the finger on their way to platinum status. And most importantly, they meant it. It wasn't about dressing cool, it wasn't about eyeliner and skinny jeans, it was about t-shirts, long shorts, and hats. The music (although very tongue in cheek at times) was real, it wasn't fake it was real. Now I'm not saying that every song on their records is based off a real expeirence but they were believable. The songs were about real things, not stabbing your ex or doing drugs, it was about partying, falling in love, heartbreak, apple shampoo, and star wars. The real deal.

So in summation, I am stoked that blink-182 is making music again. Call me a kid, insult my taste, make fun of me, but by God, I'm freaking excited about a real band making real music again.

Dislocated Elbow

2009-01-25T19:57:00.000-08:00

On Jan. 13, I was longboarding to work on my sweet Kahuna Longboard. Going through Lot 9, well then I decided to weave through some parked cars....and the wheel of my board hit the wheel of the car. This caused the board to stop, but I exhibited Newton's First Law of Motion, that an object in motion will stay in motion...etc. I hit the ground, HARD. Dislocating my left elbow. Not the worst dislocation in the history of human existence, but pretty gnarly. I caught a little road rash on my face and hand, which of course was secondary to the dislocated elbow.

My injury was complete with my first and (hopefully) last ambulance ride (with my Rural Metro team of Russ and Dan), and (something like 5th trip to the ER). Thanks to adrenaline, I was very aware of my surroundings and remember almost everything that happened and everyone I met. Here it should be noted that when I have to go to the hospital, I try to be as happy as I can. I greet everyone by name, I mean they wear name tags for a reason right? I digress... I was wheeled over to x-ray where Scarlet did a fine job of photographing my arm in a number of painful positions. Then they wheeled me back out to my spot on the wall, to wait with my Mom. Then Dr. Patel comes out and says, "good news, it's not broken badly, we're just going to put you in a sling and send you on your way."

At first I was stoked, but immediately realized he was wrong, I KNEW my arm was out of socket. Dr. Patel said, so just go ahead and put your arm like this (90 degrees across my stomach) and we'll get the sling ready. At which point I said, "That's not happening." As any person with a modicum of common sense or medical training knows that bone/joint victims keep their affected limb in the most comfortable position possible when it's hurt. I knew I couldn't bend my arm, I knew it was dislocated, the cop on the scene knew it was dislocated, my Mom, my boss, the transport (David), the x-ray techs, the Associate Dean of Students at UT, all knew my arm was dislocated - everyone except the freaking doctor. So he proceeds to grab my arm, move it around a little bit, which I assure you was a delight for me - then he called over a nurse, they felt my other elbow, and he said, "Maybe I better have another look at the x-rays." Yeah, you do that, I'm going to lie here and plot your demise, DUDE it's out of socket, put it back in, let me grab some food and go home. More x-rays. More pain. "All right, you dislocated your arm, we're going to put you in this room right here and I'll be along in a few minutes to set it." Thanks Doc.

In the room I go, with Amber. No other way to put it, Amber is the nurse you dream about. She was, as I so eloquently told her whilst under the effects of morphine and whatever they knocked me out with, "very pretty." So what do I do as a single young man? I immediately begin chatting with her. Long story short, they knocked me out. I beat-boxed for Amber, I pulled out my International Brotherhood of Magicians Card, I plugged the band, I plugged our shows coming up, I later quizzed her on remembering the show. It was, I'm sure, hilarious to watch. And, I assure you, is hilarious to remember.

Mom took me home, got me some Krystals and I laid on the couch. I didn't pass out, or take a nap. I just watched The West Wing. Later Doug and Chase came to my aid to help me get my car, because once I was home, Mom and Josh left town for a family emergency and Dad was out of town on business. It was lame.

But that my friends is the story of my dislocated elbow.

As they say in the Rap game, Big Ups to Anton R. my former supervisor at in the Student Activities office, and Ron L. associate dean of students at UTK for coming to the hospital. I know it's protocol, but it meant a lot.

Unrecognizable

2009-01-25T19:53:00.000-08:00

Last night I saw a friend of mine, who I've known for more than 8 years at least. Anyway, I saw him at the bar and in typically dude fashion called him an inappropriate name. Well my friend is a bartender and apparently just took me for a drunk being a jerk. I thought maybe he was just really busy until I looked around and noticed they weren't that busy. So I walked over and (for all intents and purposes) re-introduced myself. We shared a good laugh about this.

Thought I would share.

More Names

2009-01-25T19:52:00.001-08:00

So I've gotten a few more great names since last I posted... on a side note I feel like all of my posts center on my beard, but then again so do most of my waking moments.

The names I've gotten lately.

Zakk Wylde (with a haircut)

Grizzly Adams (which I find to be very cliche)

and finally, from the great Nathan Fortenberry....

Robin Williams Knuckles.

Bearded Names

2008-12-31T14:21:00.000-08:00

So I can go almost nowhere without a conversation starting because of my beard. I am not complaining, I am in fact bragging. I'm very proud of my beard, as evident by the numerous posts about it here. Lately I've been keeping a tally of different names I get as a result of said beard. Here is my current list.

Of course I get standard things like,

Hobo -

Panhandler

I think it's a little off color to make fun of them by calling me such names, they're just trying to make their way in the world. But enough of my social injustice rant. On to more name I get regularly.

Steve Zissou -

Chewbacca -

Jeremiah Johnson

David the Gnome

And finally

ZZ Top

2008

2008-12-24T15:18:00.000-08:00

What did you do in 2008 that you've never done before? I got accepted to graduate school, I was raised to the sublime degree of Master Mason, I got the best grades I've ever received in 20 years of schooling

Did you keep New Year's Resolutions? I always say I'm going to get in shape.... yeah I'm one of those people.

Did anyone close to you give birth? Yeah, Ryan and Sam and Cameron and Lisa

Did anyone close to you pass away? Thankfully no

Did anyone close to you get married? Yeah, John Garrison and his wife Brianna, My cousin Holly got married to a guy named Joey, and I feel like I'm forgetting one.... there it is, Justin Smith and his wife Carrie.

What places did you visit? I went to New York. It was insane.

What would you like to have more of 2009 that you lacked in 2008? Read.... things not for school, Write more, travel.

What date from 2008 will remain etched upon your memory? Cinco de Mayo, when my band played with Less Than Jake

What was your biggest achievement of the year? I'm going to say getting into Graduate School and finding funding for Graduate School all in a weeks time frame.

What was your biggest failure? Waiting 6 months between getting initiated into Masonry and deciding it was time to progress, thanks to my brothers Jon and Dave for the kick in the rear.

Did you suffer illness or injury? Unfortunately I did, in November I took a pretty gnarly spill on my longboard and messed up my arm, and I messed up some cartilage in my wrist, but that was a separate occurrence

What was the best thing you bought? I didn't really buy anything of note, except a Mandolin, so I'll say Mandolin.

Whose behavior merited most celebration? Marc Kantor and his entire family for proving there are people who are good even in the north. Doug Griffey for simply being Doug. Eric D. Smith for his endless advice and chastising - and most importantly the kick in the ass to apply to graduate school.

Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed? As Tim said, "No one worth mentioning"

Where did most of your money go? Records, Gas, Food

What did you get really excited about? Following my Grandfather and Father into Masonry, Advancing my education, and performing.

What songs will always remind you of 2008?

Compared to this time last year are you:

i. Happier or Sadder? Happier

ii. Thinner or Fatter? Probably fatter

iii. Richer or Poorer? I save better than when I was younger

What do you wish you'd done more of? Travel to visit my friends.

What do you wish you'd done less of? Eat Fast Food

How will you be spending the holidays? With the family, and with my Bros

How will you be spending New Years? Currently unsure. Hopefully something at least as awesome as last year.

Did you fall in love in 2008? No, but I became infatuated a few times.

How many one night stands? I plead the fifth.

What was your favorite TV program? I didn't keep up with Lost or Heroes, and I don't watch the Office. But I did watch the entire series of The West Wing.

Do you hate anyone now you didn't hate this time last year? Nah.

Do you like anyone you didn't like this time last year? Nah.

What was the best book you read? Inheritance

Greatest musical discovery? My Favorite Highway, Crooked Still, Runner Runner, Matt Wertz, Owl City, Whiskeytown

What did you want and get? I got a sweet Camera.

What did you want and not get? Again I'm quoting the great Tim Skirven, "Nothing worth mentioning"

Favorite film?

What did you do on your Birthday? I had a freaking awesome birthday. I went and got sushi with Dale and Jacob because J was in town. So that right there started my birthday off right. Then we went to Tall Paul on the strip, some friends came out including the usual cast of characters, and Mr. Joshua Manis who took time out to come down because of the mass text I sent, he's a damn fine person.

What one thing would have made your year immensely more satisfying? It was good. Maybe being more charitable?

How would you describe your personal fashion concept of 2008? I would have to say more adult than most years. Lots of collared shirts, Jeans that fit better, shorter hair cuts, etc.

What kept you sane? Friends, notably: Eric D. Smith, Ph D. - Matthew C. N. Skirven - Nolan Wildfire - Paige Phillips - Sally Gates and Andy Cobb

What celebrity did you fancy the most? I guess by this they mean fancy in the British sense, like who I wanted to be on so I'm going to go with Jordana Spiro or Lucy Griffiths

What political issue stirred you the most? Health Care

Who was the best new person you met? Unfair, best new person will be extended to best new people - Matt, Sally, Nolan, Paige, Laura, Bridget, Jenn, Lyndsey, Tyler, Nathan, the list goes on.

A valuable life lesson learned from 2008? You have to take control of your situation.

Quote a song lyric that reminds you of 2008? "You can't always get what you want, but if you try sometimes you just might find, you get what you need" The Beatles - I guess that one sums it up.

Something I'd never done before 2008? I'm sure there's something, but I can't really think of it.

Other memorable moments from 2008 include.... Staying out until the wee hours of the morning just to "party" with my "bros" - Playing with Less Than Jake - Masonry - Magic - Becoming a member of the International Brotherhood of Magicians - Meeting and hanging out with David Blaine and Daniel Garcia (and subsequently learning I was in the presence of other magical masterminds) - Performing enough magic to be commonly referred to as "The Magic Guy" - Graduate School - Becoming an "uncle" - June-Tober-Fest - HSFH Reunion - Mets Game - A week long farewell celebration for the Shin - Warped Tour as always - Forming the Beard and Mustache Fellowship of Knoxville in order to stay sane throughout graduate school - Quitting a job I hated the first job I ever quit - Starting my career? - Playing Shows - Kiss Your Ghost

The Decem-Beard Week 1

2008-12-11T23:21:00.000-08:00

With the conclusion of "No Shave November" I have decided to launch headlong into "the Decem-Beard". By the way, "Decem-Beard" sounds so ridiculously ferocious it's insane. Also it should be noted that the first two photos have been photoshopped, but only to add definition and enhance true color. The last photo has no processing done to it, straight from the Canon to you. Enjoy.

Pogonotrophy

2008-12-08T23:23:00.000-08:00

I am a one of the few and the proud. The bearded. No offense to the Marines, I respect your service and dedication more than words can express, so please take no offense to my hijacking of your one time slogan.

I have been wearing a beard for the better part of my adult life... which is slowly, become the majority of my life. I enjoy growing my beard and trimming it back, growing it long trimming it back etc. I participate in facial hair related holidays, such as "No Shave November" and "Cinco De Mustache" which are completely underrated, and I argue should be put on standard calendars. My enjoyment of beard growth stems mainly from my intense dislike of shaving. I never liked shaving. Simply put, I encourage every able man to grow a beard. Throughout history fine men have worn beards, but that's another post entirely. So let me just suffice it to say that I really do enjoy having a beard, and right now, my beard is pushing a solid 2 months of growth, now trimming, and it is looking mighty fierce.

Believe

2008-11-25T20:48:00.000-08:00

I don't know what but I had the urge to make a post declaring the bands I believe in. I believe the words they sing, these are the bands that I think could move mountains if they so choose to do so. Their words, thoughts, and actions, hit like the weight of anvil.

1. Four Year Strong

2. Set Your Goals

3. Rise Against

4. A Day To Remember

5. New Found Glory

6. Valencia

I'll update this post next week with examples but I've got to do some work now.

Best or "Re-Inventing a Lost Art"

2008-11-24T21:58:00.000-08:00

I've taken to signing my correspondence.

Best,

Zac J.

I like it. It's a little different than "best wishes" or "all the best" it's just simple to the point no none sense. It's saying, "Alright, I'm done with my letter/message (I refuse to demean the connotation of the word 'letter' by calling computer mediated messages letters), and I want to offer you the best of whatever you might be partaking in soon." It's a little pompous, but no more than "Cheers." Which I am not old enough to be signing my letters with.

On a similar note I'm pretty sure that I scared some high schoolers the other day. As I was longboarding to my car after class/library, I approached some girls wearing letter jackets that looked like they could be from Powell. As I got closer I realized they were from Powell and so when I passed them I asked to make certain and then said that I graduated from Powell in 2001 and then made some crack about being old, then asked that said, "do whatever you're going to do tonight the best you can do it, for the crazy old alumni" they laughed a genuine laugh and I proceeded on having never gotten off my longboard. I think they were cheerleaders on their way to the high school basketball jamboree. It was an interesting exchange.

Time to write some paper action.

An Open Letter to Warm Weather

2008-11-18T09:41:00.000-08:00

Dear Warm Weather,

Hey I hope this letter finds you well in the southern hemisphere. I'm doing alright, school is getting kind of hectic, and I've got more research and writing to do than I care to think about, which is why I'm writing you a letter now.

OK, to be honest, I miss you like a fish misses water. I need you in my life, more than just 5-6 months out of the year. I can't do my favorite things when I'm without you WW. I can't swim. I can't drive (comfortably) with my windows down. I can't longboard comfortably. I can't wear t-shirts. Your cool breezes sure beat the hell out of these bitter winter winds.

I know when it's 90+ degrees I complain, but that's what makes you great WW, you're still there for me. Just when I start complaining you bring on some clouds or the evening to cool us down.

Basically what I'm saying is that you've only been away for a week or two now and I can't stand it. So hurry back and bring some aussie ladies with you.

Sincerely,
Zac

American Hearts

2008-11-03T09:34:00.000-08:00

Tomorrow America will make history. America will make history for a multitude of reasons.
In 1870 the United States Congress ratified the 15th Amendment thus giving all men the right to vote. In 1920 the United States Congress ratified the 19th Amendment giving all women the right to vote. Tomorrow, Barack Obama and Sarah Palin will both run for the highest and second highest offices in the land, making history. Let us not forget that it was only 54 years ago that the Supreme Court declared "seperate but equal" unconstitutional with the landmark case, "Brown v. Board of Education (1954)." It seems prudent to give pause on the eve of this historic election and reflect on that thought alone; the thought that for all intents and purposes less than 100 years ago, Sarah Palin and Barack Obama would not have been considered equal to Joe Biden and John McCain.

Tomorrow, America will make one giant step toward a realization of Martin Luther King Jr.'s "Dream."

Tomorrow our country will be divided more than it has been in 150 years, but on Wednesday we will once again stand unified, ready to stand together and charge further into the new millenium.

Tomorrow our country will participate in the greatest exercise of democracy in the free world. Benjamin Franklin, Thomas Jefferson, George Washington, and Abraham Lincoln will all look upon it with wonder from the great beyond.

Tomorrow one will lose and one will win, and at the end of the day they will shake hands and move forward. Each still continuing to strive for the betterment of America.

Tomorrow, regardless of the victor, our country will move in a new direction.

I encourage you to think and meditate on this. I truly don't care who you vote for (of course I have my opinion but that's not what this is about). I just want you, the voters, to make an educated decision. After a thorough examination of the facts, figures, and issues then go, cast your vote, participate. Become part of the system. Use the system. I don't want to hear, "my vote doesn't matter." Nor do I want to hear anyone say, "I don't like either candidate" then vote third party, do the leg work find the candidate, Your Candidate, the one that embodies your hopes and fears, one that you share a vision with, and then Go. Vote. Partipate. That's what being a responsible American Voter is all about.

God Bless America. God Bless us Everyone.

Fall - Autumn - Fall

2008-10-16T09:12:00.000-07:00

I've recently come to a realization. I'm pretty fearless, academically speaking. Well, in a certain sense. I don't care to be wrong, again in certain setting. I'll expound upon this idea.

I've been blessed and cursed with an inquisitive mind. I need information, I want to know why, I crave knowledge. Partly because I truly believe that knowledge is power and partly because the acquisition of knowledge is a journey which I adore and will hopefully continue on for the duration of my life. That's the blessing part, the curse part is I often get sidetracked and have a tough time focusing (for real life example - see the unread books upon my shelf and/or the delayed major choice during my undergraduate expierence).

I like when my professors pose a question and I can answer it, I enjoy the nod I get, the sense of satisfaction from knowing things and being able to display that knowledge. And because the more I know the more I can impart to other people, friends, family, students, peers, etc.

But I digress, this fearless concept I've recently come to identify with - it stems from this. I don't care if I'm wrong. I'm fine with being wrong. You can only fail by not trying. If I answer a question in class and my idea isn't what the professor had in mind, and I'm "wrong" then so be it. Edison, Franklin, Graham-Bell they were all wrong, many times - but when they were right, they changed history.

So in closing, it is my proposition to one and all that we not be scared to venture out of our comfort zone and to be wrong, to fall on our face, to swing for the fences and miss - because it is through theses experiences that we learn.

There is an old adage, "You never lose by loving, you only lose by holding back" I propose we change the paradigm. "To fail is to not try, to succeed is to fail and try again and again..."

::::End::::

I need to take my own advice and not be afraid to fail in all areas of my life not just in the pursuit of knowledge.

My America. What about you?

2008-10-12T19:27:00.001-07:00

So I love America. I love America completely and truly just as much for it's faults and failures as for it's triumphs and successes. I think sometimes people fall into the line of thinking that, "Well I don't like what the governments doing, so I don't really like America." No, wrong. That's why you should like America, because we have a system put in place that means we as the people have a voice (albeit a representative and symbolic voice) in the way our country is governed. But that's beside the point.

There's a 100's of reasons to dislike America. But there's millions upon millions of reasons to love America. When I see something absurd like an incredible mullet, or a car with Looney Toons characters painted on the side of it, I say out loud, "I love America." Because things like that are just incredible.

When I said this the other day, someone asked me if I was being serious. If I really did love America. I was slightly offended, but realized this was an opportunity to explain my love of this country.

I know America is not perfect, but damn if I'm not proud to stand up and put my hand over my heart when the "Star Spangled Banner" is played.

So just take a moment to think about America and what it means to you. Maybe not as much as it means to me, but hopefully it means something. This is my America.

My America is home.

My America is church steeples in the country side and rolling hills.

My America is wide open roads and truck drivers.

My America is coffee shops until 4 in the morning and blue skies.

My America is home.

My America is the love of a good women.

My America is family, and friends, and Long Island, and East Tennessee, and Southern Florida, and NOLA.

My America is knowing your neighbors name and lending a helping hand.

My America is home.

My America is Bob Dylan and his terrible voice and his beautiful songs.

My America is crying with your best friend when it all falls apart.

My America is fireworks on the fourth of July and giving out candy on Halloween.

My America is fireflies and morning frost.

My America is family.

My America is baseball with my Dad.

My America is driving on the Dwight D. Eisenhower Interstate system and switchback mountain roads.

My America is Appalachia.

My America is the Grand Canyon.

My America is the Great Lakes.

My America is the Mississippi River.

My America is land of the free and home of the brave.

My America is open to any and all, just like it was to my family.

My America is not perfect.

My America is opportunity.

My America is hope.

My America is home.

My America is my opportunity, my hope, and my home.

What is your America?

Chris Thile = Cybord

2008-10-06T23:22:00.000-07:00

After listening to Nickel Creek and Chris Thile for most of the day, I've come to this realization.

Chris Thile, is in fact, not human. He is a cyborg sent from space to make musicians and songwriters feel inadequate.

Damn you Mr. Thile, with your robotic fingers, Damn you.

Go listen to the mandolin parts on "Stumptown" which is on the NC record, "Why Should the Fire Die?" Then I dare you to tell me he is human.

Zac

Reading

2008-09-24T10:34:00.000-07:00

So I'm in grad school, which means I read. I read a lot. I read all the time. My name is Reading Johnson. I'm not joking this is what I do.

This week alone. I've read 4 journal articles, 2 + book chapters, and I have three more articles I'm supposed to read for tonight.

I wouldn't mind reading so damn much if we were talking about it all. And this week has been nice, we've actually talked about a lot of it, but not all of it. Which annoys the shit out of me. Oh well, most of it is interesting so I shouldn't complain to much.

Back to reading.

Zac

"So I guess comparisons to the 1998 National Championship team were a little far fetched"

2008-09-02T09:06:00.001-07:00

Well, at least no one got hurt physically. That's all I can really say about the abismal performance of the University of Tennessee Football team last night.

Last night the Vols squared off against UCLA, and the better team and coaching staff prevailed.

First off, let me start by saying that I am not a football scholar. I am simply a fan, a well informed fan, who enjoys the game. And as a member of the University of Tennessee in two ways - both as an alumnus and a current graduate student- as well as a member of the football program in two ways - now a paying member of the audience that gathers on Saturdays and a fan - I have some criticisms to offer.

Before I begin, let me offer yet another preface: I can criticize all I want, it's my right as a fan and I'm not saying that I've got the answers , just as it's every citizen's right and duty to criticize the government. Now with that being said, let us begin.

Phil, seriously what happened? The team looked sluggish, Crompton fell apart, Crompton was erratic, Lincoln was bad (granted two of his three missed field goals were more than 50 yards, which would have been a personal best for him) but still. Fumbles. Mistakes. In my humble opinion poor play calling. But you know what I'm willing to chalk all of that (less Lincoln) up to nerves. It was the first game of a season that had the highest expectations for UT football in quite a while. It was also Crompton's first time to really lead the team, finally out from the shadow of Ainge. And it was also Clawson's first night to really call the plays. So I'll let all that slide. Lincoln on the other hand, is a pro, he started all last year, he could have done better. He has done better, and I know he will do better. And I'll get back to this thought that he and the team can do better in a moment.

Secondly and most importantly I'd like to address Mike Hamilton. I know he wasn't on the field. He wasn't calling plays. But I'll guarentee he was there. If we students are having to suck up the costs to renovate Neyland Stadium, increase Phil's salary to a number much higher than any state employee including both Pat Summit, who win's Championships, and the Governer - then I want a program I can be proud of. So far this season, I've not seen the $90 I spent on a student season ticket go to anything that is supposed to keep our team competitive.

Third and this is to all of us, myself included. The men that stepped on that field last night, Crompton, Lincoln, Foster, Berry on down the line all deserve our respect. While it might not seem like we, the commoners, recieve that same respect from them (i.e. lack of discipline) those men played as best they could. And they are in all actuallity kids. 18 -21 year olds that have the hopes and dreams of an entire state riding upon their shoulders. They practice everyday, sometimes twice a day, sometimes without breaks. Last night, they simply were outplayed and outcoached. Don't be to hard on them, what were most of us doing at that age? Not competing on a national level in front of 70,000 people plus a couple million more on television. So cut them some slack.

And finally I want to say this. And this goes to everyone who gets up in arms everytime something happens involving UT sports. First off, UT Sports. Let's look at that phrase. Univesity of Tennessee Sports. The first word in that phrase is University. This is a learning institution, not a sports machine. So as long as those players lasat night learned something. Hopefully about themselves and the world around them and how they fit into it, then I'll consider it a victory. But that's just the educator in me.

I hope that Mike Hamilton and Phil Fulmer realize that UT is an institue of higher learning, not just a training ground for pro athletes. Because from the cheap seats it doesn't always look like it.

Go Vols.

My heart breaks for America and Baseball

2008-08-26T12:11:00.000-07:00

In New Haven, CT (coincidently home to one of my best friends) there is a nine year old. His name is Jericho Scott. Jericho plays baseball, and he's damn good. Jericho throws 40 miles an hour and now league officials are telling him he can no longer pitch because it's unfair.

League officials say that it's unfair to the other players, which makes me call shenanigans.

It's the product of the new, "Everybody's a winner" mentality. Which is absolutely absurd. Guess, what life is unfair, you're going to strike out. You're going to fail, you're going to lose games, you're not going to get every job you apply for, every girl you ask out isn't going to say yes. This is what we in the real world call part of life, an unfortunate part of life, but a part of life all the same.

I am by no means a good baseball player. I love the game, but I am at best a streaky hitter and a solid fielder. But I used to play baseball on a draft league team, and we were terrible. I played a motley assortment of positions, but mostly outfield, because I wasn't big enough to have a strong presence in the infield, and I wasn't as good as some of the other guys. The point is I played. I went up to bat and took my cuts and I sat down. I learned about life. Mostly from my Dad who served as coach one year because he happened to be at try outs when they said, "if someone else doesn't step up there's only going to be one team this year."

My Dad has taught me an innumerable amount of things over the years. But one lesson I think I learned the hardest was his philosophy that games, sports, are for everyone. Everyone on our team that year got to bat at every game. Including the last one. I was on deck, there were two outs and Shawn hadn't batted yet. My Dad realized this and just looked at me, and I knew what needed to be done. I walked back into the dugout. That was that. I was upset at the time, but looking back I learned that it's not about winning. Not at that level anyway.

All of that is to say that little league isn't about winning.

It's about fair play. Not about parents trying to recapture their youth, or win that championship they never got. Is it fair that he throws heat like Nolan Ryan in a sandbox? No, but guess what it's not fair that I like to play basketball and I'm not 6'8".

It's about sportsmanship. It's about learning the rules. It's about developing a love of the game. It's about children learning that they should give their best, and how to be part of a team; how to win with honor and loose with grace. It's about learning to shake hands after the game.

Not about winning or losing. Not about telling an incredibly talented individual that they can't play because they're just "too good."

Telling Jericho that he's too good is absolutely absurd. It's no different than telling a running back he's to fast. Or a gymnast that their balance is to good. Now granted, he is astonishingly talented, and maybe he shouldn't pitch. But if he wants to pitch then he should be allowed to.

If this is the generation that we are raising I have serious questions to ask about the state of our society. Baseball is a game. At the end of a game their are losers, but at the end of the day, hopefully everyone learned something. And hopefully we aren't teaching our children that the best way to win, or to get your way, is to throw a fit and walk off the field, but rather to say how can I become better? How can I get that good? Answer: Hard work, perseverance, and proper guidance.

It is my sincere hope that Jericho gets to pitch against kids his own age again very soon. And I hope he sits everyone of them down. And I pray that their parents are there to say, "You did a great job, but it's just a game. Now go shake his hand, look him in the eye, and say, 'good job.'"

"English! Mother F#$%^! Do you speak it?"

2008-08-25T13:37:00.001-07:00

So here's the deal. We, and by we I mean the vast majority of Americans, speak English. For a quick definition of the English Language, we turn to the ever trustworthy and oh so scholastic wikipedia.

West Germanic language originating in England and is the first language for most people in the United Kingdom, the United States, Canada, Australia, New Zealand, Ireland and the Anglophone Caribbean. It is used extensively as a second language and as an official language throughout the world, especially in Commonwealth countries and in many international organizations.

Wikipedia, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/English_language, 25 August 08.

Alright now with that being said. I don't feel that anyone, let alone someone without several advanced degrees in English, has the right or ability to change the English Language. I am sick of people butchering the language we speak. It doesn't make you cool or hip, it makes you ignorant. Are you seriously that busy that you can't take the extra half second and half calorie it takes to extend your pinky to the shift key, and/or the apostrophe?

I am speaking mainly to the masses who type the numeral 2 instead of to or too. And the people who replace U for you. Etc. I'm sure you see my point. So let me quickly cover the most atrocious errors I notice.

Stuff you should have learned in elementary school: A grammar lesson from Zac
- I, is a pronoun representing yourself, you should always capitalize it.
- You, to, and too, are words not letters and not numerals, please spell it out.
- Contractions are when two words are joined by an apostrophe. For example, He is fast could also be He's fast. Hes Fast, might as well be someone's name.
- Apostrophes can also show ownership.
- Also two words: subject verb agreement. GET INTO IT!

And finally you are not cool when you abbreviate words. Expend all that brainpower and energy by actually saying "Just Kidding". There are more painful examples of abbreviations but I'd rather not get into it right now, because my brain will start to swell and my heart will start to hurt for the sad state of the youth of today.

So please, respect the English language. And I leave you with this adapted and paraphrased quote from the Big Lebowski's own Walter Sobchak, who originally said, "Three thousand years of beautiful tradition from Moses to Sandy Koufax... You're GD right I'm living in the past."

"250 plus years of grammar and syntax, good enough for everyone from Abe Lincoln and George Washington to Ernest Hemingway and Sandy Koufax, is good enough for me."

Knoxville, TN to Wherever my friends are

2008-08-08T13:57:00.000-07:00

I've seen generations come and go from Knoxville. I've watched Knoxville natives wave goodbye to Sun Sphere city and never look back. And I've watched Knoxville disappear in the rearview as I helped friends move states away. I've also stood in the rearview and watch friends move states away. I've watched transplants from various parts of the country come to Knoxville for college and then 4, 5, or 6 years later they leave.

Eventually I'll put Knoxville in my rearview, and sing Rocky Top as I depart to make a living shaping young minds as a College Administrator or Instructor, but for now I've still got opportunities here in what I call God's Country: Knoxville, TN. I feel like I'm still moving forward; more so than some people who have moved away, or at the very least at least as far forward as they are moving.

I hate seeing people leave this place I call home, but I'm also ecstatic for them. I know I'll keep in touch with them for the rest of our lives. I won't be able to call them and say "Let's go grab some food," or "hey, let's go record shopping," but I will be able to call them and say, "Hey how's life?" And I know without a doubt that they're all going to be wildly successful.

So to all those who have left this place we call home, even if you were a transplant, I want you to know I'm still in Knoxville, still a Vol, still moving forward, and most importantly still a friend, just like I'll always be.

2008-07-14T09:24:00.000-07:00

So I'm going back to school and I couldn't be happier about that because school is great and hopefully by obtaining the knowledge and training that my master's program has to offer I'll be able to get a job I truly love.

But one thing about going back to school after having been out of the game for a minute is that it's a little daunting. A lot of people have been telling me it must be great to be going back to school, and while it is, it's not undergrad.

When you're in undergrad you can walk around and basically sleep through most of your classes. With a master's or professional program that is not the case at all. I'm really excited about starting classes but also nervous. These classes are going to be much different from the classes I'm used to taking and excelling in. But I'm sure I'll persevere, with God on my side and my crew behind me and all that jazz.

In other news, the band after spinning it's wheels for what we in the biz like to call "a hot minute" has finally started pushing forward again without a new guitar player. We've decided to just start writing new music again, that's what we're best at cranking out hot jams. And it's been refreshing, it'll be nice when we're all back in town again and can really get moving on this stuff.

Also the company I used to work for laid off a ton of people. They closed 48 branches of the company. Which is completely and utterly bogus, but I guess that's just the way the travel industry is heading away from agents and towards self booked online search engines. So I implore you not to shop online if you can at all help it. It's hurting the economy and I've seen it first hand.

And finally I will be performing magic with a buddy of mine named Matt, as a duo, doing a little street performing or "busking". Should be really interesting.

That is all sorry for the break between posts.

List's are the best

2008-05-12T06:29:00.000-07:00

A little recap since I've been slacking on the blog action.

1. On May 5th, my band Kiss Your Ghost shared the stage with Less Than Jake, which you may or may not know is one of my favorite bands. It was an incredible experience and I feel honored to be able to say that I played a show and then hung out with Less Than Jake. After the show we went to Barleys, Chris and Buddy were the only LTJ members in attendance but The Swellers were there in full effect and so a few KYG members as well as some old friends. Great times.

2. I got accepted to Graduate School. In the fall I'll be starting a Master's (of Education or Science - to be honest I'm not entirely sure as I've seen both M.Ed. and M.S. attached to the program on different websites) program in College Student Personnel. I'll be working toward obtaining a degree which will help me get a job in student activities and student affairs after I graduate. Unless I go on for a Ph.D...... but let's not get ahead of ourselves.

3. I'm getting school paid for. BOOYAH! By the Grace of God I was fortunate enough to land a great assistantship at the last minute with Team VOLS. They'll be paying for school (minus fees and books) as well as providing me with a stipend and health insurance. I say that's pretty freaking sweet.

4. I'm quitting STA Travel. Actually today, Monday 12 May 2008 is my last day. I'm excited about getting some time off before I start my new job on 2 June..... some people say that's pretty worthless that I'm taking that much time off but you know what I have the oppurtunity to do just that and I am really excited that I've got the better part of three weeks to veg out. I might go to the beach. We'll see.

While on the subject of STA I'd like to say a few things about this job. I've appreciated the time I've spent here. I've always been pretty sure that this job was just a stepping stone, but still I've really appreciated the time I've had here. It's been interesting for me to work for a global company. I now have a new found respect for everyone who works in sales. And I've learned what I want to do and what I don't want to do. I've met and worked with and for some great people and I'm thankful for the oppurtunity I've had since I started here.

5. KYG needs a new guitar player, a van, and various other things. If you have a van you want to give me, let me know.

6. I plan on going to the movies while I've got a break and probably cooking some. And I might go to the beach and visit my aunt. Or maybe New England and visit some friends. But that's actually on the agenda for later this summer.

7. High School Football Heroes are playing some shows this summer, which is awesome. I've got it on good information they probably won't be a band full time again, but I'm excited they're playing a few shows.

8. That is all.

"I'm your density.... I mean destiny"

2008-04-22T10:58:00.000-07:00

So this weekend I watched one of my favorite movies. "Back to the Future" I have now subsequently watched all three of the movies since Sunday. Or rather I put them in my DVD player and went to sleep.

Now my question to you-reader-is this. How do Marty (Michael J. Fox) and Doc (Christopher Lloyd) know each other?

The movie series never addresses this issue. How in the world do a crazy senior citizen scientist and a 17 year old rocker cross paths?

My only hypothesis is this, and I've thought for quite a while about this question.

At the beginning of the first movie, Marty goes over to Doc's lab and plugs into a huge amp. My thinking is that Doc met Marty through a want ad seeking guitarists for a science experiment or because Doc was hanging around a local guitar shop and approached Marty to help him with said experiment.

Now there is another theory I have where they met through a school project, but it seems less likely. Although we do know that Principle Strickland asks Marty if he is hanging out with that crazy Doc Brown.

Another scenario which coincides with the above guitar related scenario is that Marty approached Doc to build him an amp.

These are just some of my ideas, if anyone else has any I'd be excited to hear them.

Zac

Off the grid

2008-04-16T12:05:00.000-07:00

So a friend of mine had an interesting observation, AIM has fallen to the wayside. Which got me to thinking.

To paraphrase Steven, in high school everyone used AOL/AIM, once everyone got high speed internet and started to stay connected all the time they started to use the away message. (Brooks 2008). Somewhere along the way Tom started Myspace, and some Harvard kids started Facebook, and then the battle began for obtaining online friends. At the same time cell phones were becoming common place and eventually texting became the primary form of communication for some people.

Now this all leads me to the point that we are forever and always connected to the world around us. In some cases this is a great thing, I'll even go so far as to say that this is generally-90% of the time a great thing. If I want to talk to a friend who lives in California, New York, Seattle, Boston, Atlanta, or Sydney Australia I can do that almost instantly.

Being connected to the world around you is a great thing. What is not a great thing, is being so virtually connected through cellular conversations - both verbally and non-verbally (ie. texting) - that you neglect the people around you. I understand that it's necessary to make phone calls, and to take phone calls while in someone else's company. What I don't understand is when I'm hanging out with someone and they constantly go to the phone for a text message or to answer a call.

Now like I said, I've got nothing against people who take phone calls. I do it, we all probably do it. But if you'll notice, whenever I am hanging out with you and I get a phone call that I need to take, I will get up and answer it in the other room. I won't stand around in front of a bunch of people and chat on the phone, unless I absolutely have to.

Which leads me to my next point.... I think every now and then, it's good for the mind body and soul, to turn your cell phone off. Not if you're expecting a call or anything like that, but seriously try it sometime, don't tell anyone and just turn your phone off. I did it last night, of course I ended up thinking, "I wonder if anyone called?" And no one did but regardless it felt good.

Try it some time, go off the grid.

2008-04-15T13:21:00.000-07:00

So Steven made the astute observation that I haven't posted in a while. Well I've been busy but it's time for another post.

Somewhere along the way I thought to myself..... "Self, going to graduate school would be a great time." This was mainly with encouragement from my parents, especially my dad. Also because I want an advance degree and because said degree will help me attain a job I truly want.

So again somewhere along the way, I thought to myself working at a college in student activities or student affairs would be great. I'd get to work with students and I'd get to be around college kids and hopefully retain some reflexive youth from them.

Then I decided that wasn't for me. Yadda yadda, communication, yadda yadda, I came back to wanting to work with students. Then I thought maybe graduate school for communication. And somewhere along the way, I had what I thought was a great oppurtunity present itself to me, so I applied to UT to pursue said oppurtunity. Well that oppurtunity passed by, and I still hadn't heard from school.

So last week I emailed the head of the department to which I applied and yesterday afternoon at 5:05pm I received an email, welcoming me to the fall class of UT's College Student Personnel program.

So in summation, you're boy is going to graduate school. I can't wait. The opportunity to further my education, and learn how to enrich student lives is what lays ahead and I'm beyond excited.

"So here's to you old Tennessee our Alma Mater true...."

A look at the best bands in the universe, Zac Johnson Edition.

2008-04-03T07:32:00.000-07:00

So I just found out that one of my favorite bands (Over It) is apparently on hiatus, or something. Although no official statement has been released, it seems pretty clear, because half the band is in another new band. Now while I'm really bummed that Over It is apparently no more, and I'll probably spend the next month listening to their records on repeat, I must say this new project they have (Runner Runner) sounds like it will be awesome. I can't wait to get somewhere that I can listen to the songs (www.myspace.com/runnerrunnermusic).

First off, it's the singer/guitarist, guitarist, and drummer from Over It - the singer/guitarist from Don't Look Down, and the Singer/Guitar player from Rufio. I don't know who is doing what. But suffice it to say, I love all these bands so I'm really stoked to check out Runner Runner.

By the way if anyone was wondering I hate the favorite band question. I think it's trite, overused, and uninformative. I have favorite bands but to single one out, I feel would be almost impossible. So after years of thinking, I have an answer to the question, "Who is your favorite band?" And my answer is without a doubt - Less Than Jake.

I could listen to anything they put out at any time and seriously be in another world instantly. I could gush for pages and hours and days even, about how much I love this band, but let's suffice it to say, when I listen to Less Than Jake I want to drive as fast as I can, as slow as I can, scream, laugh, cry, make new friends, call old friends, forgive forget remember, sing at the top of my lungs until my voice gives out, just let the music wash over me, and most importantly live. That's what LTJ means to me. Cheesy? Yes, incredibly. True? Every word of it.

Also on the favorite band list would be (insert drumroll here)

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And before I get to the list, let's define favorite band real quick. A favorite band is a band that you love no matter what, they can't release anything bad in your opinion can do almost no wrong. That's not to say that you can't think they released a bad album (but a bad album from your favorite band is still better than most albums on their best day.... make sense?), but it does mean you'll be there first thing Tuesday morning when they release the next one. And you always defend your favorite band, you most likely judge people if they don't like your favorite band (although you can admit that said favorite band might not be for everyone). Also you won't stand for trash talk of said band, even if you thought the last album was rubbish you still enjoy it on some level and you won't stand for people dismissing it or the band. You'll respond to any such talk with statements like, "They were a little of their game, but it's still a solid record," or "Yeah it's not as good as their old stuff, but I bet the next one kills." (note if you vehemently deny the lackluster-ness of a crappy album, then you're opinion is written off). I also think it's impossible to say a band is truly one of your favorite until they've released at least, and we're talking a minimum here people, of 2 full length albums.

(ok, so where's that drumroll again?)

Top 8 List (no particular order)(Top 8 because I ran out of steam, and because I figure if they don't come to mind immediately they aren't a favorite band)

1. Less Than Jake
2. Over It
3. Huey Lewis and the News
4. Punchline
5. Cartel
6. RX Bandits
7. Anberlin
8. Tokyo Rose

You'll also notice that only one band on said list is a band no longer making new music (Mr. Lewis and his News), with the exception of Over It, who just actually released a B-Sides album and whose current status is unclear. Also Cartel is an excellent example of a favorite band who let me down on their last album, but when the next one comes around I'll be there Tuesday morning to pick up the new album because I don't think they can let me down twice.

Also just for grins and craps, let's do a top 4 bands to watch and if they had more albums out then they might be on the list, but due to my own criteria I can't put them on the list yet as they only have one release, or rather one official release.

1. Four Year Strong (technically they have two full lengths or maybe it's a full length and an EP, but only one was released nationally)
2. Valencia (one full length and a full length from the singer that is acoustic says when they release the new album this summer they will be a band I tell everyone about)
3. All Time Low (1 EP and 2 full lengths, but again only one of the full lengths was released nationally, so they're still on the watch list, but the singer kid Alex, he's got pipes, and he does guest vocals for everyone)
4. Forever the Sickest Kids (just the one EP, but they've got a full length coming out April 29, which should be great, but time will tell)

Expect an extrapolated look at all these bands in the near future, and also a list of top 10 defunct favorite bands.

Rock, check out one of the bands listed, you might find something you like.

"Excuse me, this is my town, get the hell out of it"

2008-03-28T07:06:00.000-07:00

Almost ran into my ex-girlfriend last night at a bar. First off that's never happened before, I've seen girls I've dated randomly but never have I just ran into an ex-girlfriend. My buddy Dave alerted me to the fact that she was there, and I watched the first half of the game, then ducked out on the quick.

It was unnerving. I'm over her, but at the same time I'm just not all that keen to see her. I have seen her since and even talked with her at length about various different things, we have a civil relationship and there aren't any truly hard feelings just the sting of a first love. And maybe if I had been prepared to the fact that I might see her I'd have been ok with seeing her. But out of nowhere, it just wasn't cool. Note: She doesn't live in Knoxville anymore, and so I never have to worry about her being anywhere I might go, I guess she was in for Spring Break. Anyway I guess there will probably always be that little bit of sting.

Anyway, emo for the decade, prepare, for immediately after I publish this I'll begin work on a my next post, which should prove entertaining for all.

The Expedition to Cumberland Ave: A Search for the Soul of a Dying Culture

2008-02-26T12:11:00.000-08:00

Last night..scratch that a few weeks ago... after my post work nap, I traveled down to campus (specifically The Strip) in order to grab some food, and listen to some music. As I was searching for a parking spot, I realized that I didn't really need to search all that hard; and as I was walking to BW3's I realized it didn't seem as busy I as I remembered it being back when I was a frequent visitor of the Strip on Monday Nights after band practice.

It seems weird for me to start anything with the following phrase "Years ago" but I'm going to do it anyway.

Years ago, when I was playing in a ska band and living the posh lifestyle of a student lifeguard, I used to frequent a little slice of heaven known as "the strip." Now it's never been a secret that I don't drink, but that has never kept me from heading out to have a good time with my friends. Anyway, as time passed my ska band broke up, I received my Bachelor's degree, and hung up my whistle, and my friends who used to drag me to the strip moved away, and now instead, I get dragged to the Old City or to various other establishments throughout West Knoxville, with a whole different set of people.

Well last night (or whenever I started writing this) I decided that I wanted listen to some live music, and it being Monday night I did what anyone would do, and made my way down to BW3's to listen to the soothing sounds of Tall Paul. I arrived at 9:30 pm, a time when I thought Paul would be well into his first set and I could sit with some friends eat some chicken and relax.

On my way to the strip, I was mentally preparing for bedlam, not just at Wild Wings, but everywhere on the strip. To say the previous night - at Tall Paul's Quaker Steak Set - had been rawkous would be a gross understatement. When I arrived I found a much different scene than the one I had in my head. A desolate ghost town, a skeleton, a shell - of the raucous and rambunctious "side of town" that I had once frequented.

As I entered Wild Wings I sat down with Joe and Paul, two veterans of the music scene and Knoxville in general, and we began talking, which got my mind going and before I knew it I was thinking (as I sometimes have a tendency to do) about the Strip and how it was in a downturn, a spiral if you will. And I began to think why? It took me all of, 1.2 seconds to realize why. The strip has no soul. Plain and simple, there are only a handful of establishments on the strip with soul and those are slowly dying, those with the most soul are already dead.

The few places on the strip that are unique only to the strip, (e.g. Old College Inn, Tap Room, Longbranch, Sunspot) are truly great places. These places are cool, genuinely cool, like James Dean or Elvis in his prime, just plain cool, because they are unique. With very few exceptions these places are the same they've been for years. You cannot go anywhere else in the world and have the same experience. And sadly these original establishments that reside on the strip are fading fast. These places are disappearing like the sunlight when all you want is one more at bat before you have to go inside.

They are being replaced with chains; available in every suburban shopping mall, airport, interstate exit, and turnpike. Why are there 5 chicken joints (let it be known I never say joint, especially when referring to an eatery, but the connotation that comes along with referring to a restaurant as a joint is really impeccable in this context) within a 1 mile radius of one another? Why is there not one really great place to see a rock band any night of the week? Answer: Because America loves cash money and cash money is way easier to obtain through franchised restaurants and terrible terrible jukeboxes than it is through original establishments.

Sad but true. And I can't say I'm any better, every time I pass by the old O'Charley's I contemplate the start up capital and small business loan I would need to get that place off the ground with music, food, and drinks - but for me personally the risks outweigh the possible gain, at least for the moment. And at the moment, I'm not in the place to take those risks.

What I'm trying to say is that "the strip" was a genuinely cool place once upon a time, and has the potential to be that again. It's just that there's to much neon and drive through and not enough soul.

For now I guess will watch and wait as the Strip ebbs and flows again and hope that before long it will start to breathe again as only we - the old, the weathered, the long forgotten Alumni of UT and former/current residents of Knoxville - know that it can. Because it's clear that the strip will never entirely die, as sure as the sun sets the strip will be a place for people to be, even if it is with their head down in their fast food or double triple mocha lattes.

Lets all hope that a little more soul will take up resident on a stretch of Cumberland Ave. called "the strip." Because even though it's easier to die or get hurt when you have a soul, it's worth it. But that's another blog for another day.

2008-02-22T08:55:00.000-08:00

So working a desk job has it's pros and cons. 1.a I know what I'm in for everyday, which is sometimes a pro, but more often a con. 1.b As a result of knowing what I'm in for, I can get my stuff done on the quick like. I could continue on and construct a list of the pros and cons of my work, but I'll save it for another day and another time. So like I said, "As a result..." I can get my stuff done and move on to important stuff, like cruising the interwebs.

What follows here is a list of the websites I use to help pass the time at work. Feel free to cruise them at your leisure. I don't check all of them everyday, but most of them do get at least a cursory glance at some point, during my average day.

Please note I left out the checking of my email and various social networking sites as I find those sites to be understood in the cruising of the interweb.

1. ESPN - Worldwide leader in sports, worldwide leader in awesome website. I use ESPN.com, to see what the "analysts" are saying about the Vols and Cardinals.
2. AbsolutePunk.net - All things punk rock and then some extra stuff. I've been checking this website, just about daily since I was a Freshman in college. So why should I stop know? By the way, this is where I discover tons of the bands I listen to.
3. The Daily Chorus - TDC is a new edition to my daily surfing, but it's great. Music an alternative viewpoint to the sometimes incredible bias that is AP.net. Another great way to find out about new music.
4. UniWatchBlog - "An obsessive study of sports aesthetics." These guys know everything you could possibly want to know about sport uniforms and even more. It sounds lame, but it's really interesting, even if you think you won't like it check it out.
5. Web Urbanist - Such a cool website. They do lists a lot, which I'm a big fan of. It's just really cool. Can't really explain it. Dig through the archives on the site and enjoy yourself. It's like the Discover Channel, only a website, cooler, and less popular, which therefore according to my scene point handbook makes it cooler.
6. Deputy Dog - Taken right from their website, "a frequently updated website dedicated to showcasing incredible examples of the world’s most fascinating architecture, inspirational design, phenomenal natural oddities….the list goes on...". I found this website via Web Urbanist. This site is like the Discovery Channel, that you only get on demand...or something like that.
6. Top Left Pixel - Incredible daily photoblog. If you've ever touched a camera, or taken a picture and thought "Wow that was a nice picture I just took." Go look at Sam's pictures and realize why we're not professional photographers.
7. Knowledge for Thirst - Cool website where these dudes review beverages, they haven't updated in a while, but there are tons of archives and it's interesting.
8. Coming Soon - News on upcoming movies. This website isn't an everyday visit, but it's def. cool.
9. Neat-O-Rama - Random stuff, and it's just that stuff. I just found this website, but it looks like it might quick become one of my favorites, despite it's name.
10. Wikipedia - When you just need to know stuff about stuff.
11. Internet Movie DataBase - Go read the trivia on your favorite movies, but if you want to be at all productive, maybe you shouldn't.
12. A Walk Through Durham Township - More photography, and even more examples of why I'm not a pro.
13. Magic Websites that I'm not going to tell you about, but are worth mentioning that I frequent them.
14. Pick Your Poisons - It's Vinnie from Less Than Jake's blog. I read it, not every day, but I check it regularly.
15. Steven - One of my oldest friends, Mr. Brooks has encouraged me to begin keeping up with the blogging and by checking his blog, I feel that I have to keep this one up.

So those are the sites I visit daily. Check em out. More posted as I find them.

2008-02-22T05:17:00.001-08:00

A toast "To Hope"

{Setting: English pub early 1800's}

Friends let us raise our glasses and toast:

"TO HOPE"

Hope: An absurd disposition that our lives can be exactly what we want them to be. And as preposterous as hope is, it keeps us moving, living, loving, laughing, caring, crying, and breathing. It is what keeps our hearts beating. Hope is a fire that burns inside of us and may that fire always burn bright and hot like the sun; never to be extinguished, never to fade. So let us sing together a song of hope, with glasses raised, and hearts ablaze, we sing for hope.

I'll keep it inside I'll keep it alive As long as it doesn't fade

Here's to hope.

This is something I found on my computer that I wrote a while back. One of my few attempts at prose, which will probably wind up a song at some point. I find it poignant right now. As quite a few politicians are throwing around the term "hope" as often as "taxes" and "health care." Sit and ponder hope for a while. It's a fascinating word and as long as you have hope inside you, nothing can defeat you. Where that hope stems from is up to you, and can only be decided by you. Sometimes it's from spirituality, other times, it's simply from the love of those around you. So don't ever lose hope.

Much Love.

Lists bring order to this world we live in, but I rarely follow them

2008-02-20T09:30:00.001-08:00

Things I'm stoked about in no particular order at all:

1. Summer and all that comes with it, even if I am working a 9-5.
2. Punchline's new record, seriously when did Punchline let you down? Answer: Never.
3. Forever The Sickest Kids new record
4. Growing my beard back
5. Being a surrogate uncle, it's kind of a wild feeling
6. Less Than Jake's new record
7. The movie "21"

8. The movie "The Bank Job"
9. Possibly getting the chance to drive across the country with one of my brothers

10. Opportunities

11. The movie The Counterfeiters Seriously going to rule, it's even foreign which gives me street cred both for knowing about it and thinking it's going to be cool
12. The New Jams (Kiss Your Ghost)

Edit: I had some pictures on here on, but I can't get them sized right and I've been messing with it for to long.

"It's been a while"

2008-02-13T12:43:00.000-08:00

Well, I haven't posted in this in what appears to be two and a half years (and after this post it will probably be another two and a half years - I only searched it out so I could comment on Steven's blog, which I find highly entertaining by the way).

Apparently the last time I posted in it, I was falling in and out of love, in a way. My band which had helped me define myself so easily was breaking up and I had met a girl who made my heart beat a little faster.

Fast-forward. I play in a new band, which isn't defining me, but is just as important to me. That girl I mentioned, she broke my heart, and then I somehow managed to piece it back together. Since then I've met a lot of girls, some worth talking to, others not so much.

And much to my chagrin I somehow wound up in the "real world." Currently trying to fix that.

Since Steven's the only one who will read this, and that's a long shot, I'll say "What's up man? Hope all is well Alabama. Sorry I haven't responded to your email about Disney. I'll get on that."

Breaking up is hard to do

2005-09-28T20:18:00.000-07:00

So the band is breaking up. Ben decided he wants to go to graduate school at Florida State and he needs to focus on school and his "real" trumpet playing to do that. He also feels like he has done all he could do with PO. And that's fine more power to you for grad school but apparently "real" trumpet playing translates to...."I've decided to give up playing my own music because I don't want to anymore. I'd rather play in a cover band and make money capitolizing off of other peoples music, art, and expression, than play in a band that my friends and I pour ourselves into."

I'm pretty angry about the situation. Yeah, it's time to move on, everyone's kinda working on something else now and thats great. Really just Doug Griffey who is playing with some good friends and then the douche bag cover band. Gordo is playing in his church's praise band so that counts, I guess. As for me I'm not doing anything right now and it sucks a lot.

I think the reason that I'm pissed off is because I've watched certain people throw old ideas out the window in order to make money. Fuck it, I'm not going to sugar coat it, BEN. Yeah I said it, yeah you might at some point read this and if you do, I'm not sorry. Bro, you're one of my best friends in the universe and I'd give you a kidney if you asked, we've been through a lot together but this is one thing I can't back you up on at all, I understand you need money and shit like that, but we used to hate cover bands together, you hated them more than I did, but now that's all changed I suppose. Whatever, it's your call and I shouldn't judge so I'll stop that now.

I'm ready to start something or join up with some people but I don't want to play with idiots. I want to play with people I'm friends with and I want to play some really fun stuff. I'd liken the stuff I want to play to The Movielife, Cartel, Latterman, Jimmy Eat World, Spitalfield, and The Stryder, stuff that just makes you go damn that's fun. I want it to mean something. I want it to come from inside all of us. I want it to be Agressive and Fun, Poppy yet Punishing. Aggresive Pop? Something like that I guess. I don't know.

But lately I've been focusing on school, which is working out well I got an A on my paper in History. I've been slacking a little in my 201 class cause I've yet to buy the book, need to get on that. 250 is going well I beefed a few questions on our first test but I think I pulled a C, at least I hope and it only counts 10 percent the speeches and symopsium groups are huge. Photojournalism is going well we have our first major assignment due monday I need to get on that this weekend.

Anyway to recap the band's breaking up, I really don't like cover bands (sorry to all of you if any of you read this), and I'm ready to do something new, fun, and aggressive.

Much Love,
Zac

This post brought to you by the letter Z

2005-08-19T15:18:00.000-07:00

So those of you who know me are well aware that I do quite a few different activities on Campus (at the University of Tennessee Knoxville). Some of these activites include but are not limited to working at the Student Aquatic Center (I'm a lifeguard), Student Government Association, Dance Marathon, I also work at the campus radio station as a DJ, and I've done a few other things here and there in my tenure here at the university.

So can anyone guess what comes along with all such activites? Anyone? Bueller? No? Ah, well of course with all activies and such comes everyone's favorite activity.....ICEBREAKERS. Now I've been playing icebreakers for 10 years literally. I'm well versed in them and generally don't mind them at all; in fact I'm probably one of the few people in exsistance who enjoys them. EXCEPT for one icebreaks/name bame in particular.

This Icebreaker would be the "Animal Name Game", yes I know its a crowd favorite, but for me its just a cruel game and has been for quite awhile. My name being Zac my options are quiet limited when playing this game. I mean I could obviously go with "Zac the Zebu" or "Zac the Zebra-Fish" but its all just going to come back to "Zac the Zebra". Same goes for when, if ever the game is played with food. "Zac the Zucchini" is again my one and only option that comes to mind.

Often regarded as just "that letter at the end of the ABCs," the Z is often shunned and pushed aside for cooler letters like R, E, and C (who by the way is an arrogant prick not like R and E who are real class acts). The Z is a proud letter being home to some real bad ass words which just wouldn't be the same without the leading letter of Z. Zone what would zone be without the z? How much would it suck to not have the phrase "I'm in the zone"? And what about Zues, the mythological God of Gods also shares the Z as the leading letter in his name. And of course the Zebra and Zucchini while my only options for name games concerning animals and food are both equally hardass. And there's also the Zepplin ever heard of Led Epplin? Hell Nah, the Z made that band (not really it just fits with the rant I don't want any Led Zepplin are the gods of rock replys). And how could anyone forget Zigs and Zags and Zeniths and Zacchius the wee little man Zippers and Zoos? Who doesn't like the Zoo? And who would want to deal with Button Fly's ALL the time? Answer: not me. And what if you wanted to say you were going to have a quick nap or go to bed, but you wanted to do it with style, well my friends your options would be quite limited without the Z and the phrase "I'm going to catch some Z's" And seriously lets get down to it it takes some balls to be the last letter in the alphabet, anyone can lead it off (although our brother the A does a great job) and (anyone can be in the middle much love b-y) but it takes a special character, namely the Z to be able to hold down the end so well and with such grace and dignity.

So I guess the whole point of this was to show you how important the Z is and ask that you show it some love and respect and say "Hey Z just because you got the short end of the stick with animal and food names, doesn't mean we don't love you just the same. Thanks for all you do Z, we love and appreciate you." I'm thinking about lobbying for a holiday to specifically show appreciation for the letter Z. Anyway I just wanted to bring some light to a very seroius topic that needs some attention the appreciate and respect of the letter Z.
And with that I will leave you as I have successfully wasted enough time to now go shower and eat.
Zac

Work Work Work, New Van, Practice, Pack, Pray

2005-05-12T20:04:00.000-07:00

That's pretty much my to do list. I haven't written in this in a while cause I've been sick busy with work. Granted for me work consists of sitting by the pool doing stupid shit and playing "high fidelity" (which is the name for the game where you make Top 5 lists of anything). Also let this be known while lifeguarding is not a strenuous job (unless your secondary duties require you to move shit which happens often) it is a draining job, seriously try sitting up right in the sun for hours at a time and not fall asleep. But really work is good I like the pool. So I hung out with my friend the other day we went to Wal-Mart and then we watched Anchorman, it was a good time. It could have been better, but whatever. I don't think she wants to be anymore than friends at the time but that's ok with me cause she's cool. Anyway tour starts on monday. I've got to get all my shit together post haste. By that I mean pack, pack, clean the new as yet to be named van, and then buy some shit. Ok that's enough, I'm going to go watch TV.

Zac

2005-05-06T20:55:00.000-07:00

Well, just got home from a show, it was good. It was the best crappy set we've played in a while. By that I mean we didn't play terribly, we didn't play amazingly, we entertained the crowd and all is well. I have to work at 8:30 tommorrow until 6, so that sucks. We hopefully leave for tour a week from this monday. I'm excited. I hope I have someone to call back home that's not mom and dad, well I know I could call any number of people but I'd like for someone to miss me. I know it sounds really emo, but when you're gone from home and with different people everyday, the road can get lonely. I got real lonely in Jersey last summer, I think the fact that my conversations with mom and dad consisted of "yeah tour is great ok yeah I've still got money, yeah I'm eating and showering, yeah its amazing I'm having a blast, tell Josh I said hey, love you bye" It kinda started to get to me. But I wouldn't trade tour for anything, except maybe the ability to fly. But even then it would be a toss up. So that's tour, I'm going to write letters and postcards and emails as much as possible. So no new developments on the forefront that I spoke of last time. AND that's all I'm going to say about that, I don't want to talk about it to much. Anyway I'm going to go to bed.
Zac

Warning EMO post ahead

2005-05-02T22:08:00.000-07:00

I went to Roane County today....don't ask why. Don't ask why I had a good time either. I want finals to be over. The new Fall Out Boy album is really good, I don't know if I like it as much as the first one. I think it could have been over hyped, I need to not listen to it for a few days then come back to it, like I did brand new's "Deja Entendu". Did I mention I had a good time today, even though I got absolutely nothing accomplished? Cause I did.

Shit is WEUHD!

2005-04-29T00:05:00.000-07:00

Man, shit is weird. Plain and simple we played an unusual set tonight. Well not really, I just hate playing for an audience that is literally almost mocking us. Namely sorority girls on their senior pub crawl. It was dumb, I had a great time playing other wise. Espo you get double bonus cool points for skanking next to the dumb whores. So the other night I stayed up til 7 in the morning writing a paper for Freedom of Speech, I've actually learned a lot in that class, which is always a great thing. So technically I should be graduating college right now. I'm in my fourth year and that's what normally goes down, but I never planned on graduating in 4 years. What's after college, for most people its the real world and the real world doesn't suit me just yet. Hopefully even after I graduate I'll get into grad school and delay that crap a little longer. So on that subject I've been seeing people that I knew my freshman year like crazy the past couple of days, tonight alone I saw this girl named Katie, arguably one of the first people I ever met at UT. She is also arguably one of the coolest even though I don't really know her. I wish I would have gotten to, she was always super cool. I saw her tonight and we had that akward eye contact like I know you do you know me and then she finally said "do you remember me?" and then I said, "hell yeah I remember Katie from NC." She was floored, it was cool. I like moments like that. She's a genuine person, from what I can tell. I wish more people were like that. It's a shame I didn't get to know her better while she was in school. Well maybe somehow we'll keep in touch. Oh well, next story, Went to OCI after our show tonight to hang out with Doug, Ben, and some other people. When I walked in I was standing at the front looking for them and this douche bag frat-tastic mother fucker goes "This aint you're type of place." Now part of me wanted to go "you're right I don't pay for my friends, or use alcohol to get women to talk to me" but I didn't I simple said "yeah you're probably right and kept on walking." The more I think about that statement the more I wish I would have said something to provoke him and get into a fight. Oh well. In roughly 48 hours or so, ska weekend will be under way. I can't wait to see all my friends in bands this weekend, I Voted For Kodos, Suburban Legends, High School Football Heroes, Too Short Notice, the list goes on. I'm wicked stoked. In roughly a week, I'll be done with class for another semester. In roughly two weeks, I'll be on tour, broke as a joke, playing the music I love to genuine people who will hopefully give a damn. And that brings us full circle in the post and thus sends me to bed feeling satisfied.

This is the final countdown

2005-04-25T20:43:00.000-07:00

I still don't understand this thing. But I keep posting in it anyway. Right so improtant information. I'm watching the patriot, Mel Gibson is about to destroy some redcoats. This movie is amazing. Anyway more information and thoughts that aren't stupid. I've only got one more paper to write for the rest of the year. I'm excited about that. It's going to be a tough paper cause its for Freedom of Speech 469 and ol' Norma Cook doesn't fuck around. By the way I need someone to educate me on the finer points of using a semicolon, because I've never understood when to use it. So the title of this post was the final countdown, countdown to what? Ska weekend, its this saturday, Ben's nervous and that makes me nervous. I just hope 2000 people come out so we can buy a van. I can't wait to finish that paper tommorrow and then destroy my three take home tests and then put the hammer down on the two finals I have. And be done with school. Although I really do like school because it gives me something other than work to do everyday. So I've been working on some new songs, they are shaping up nicely, the guys seem to like them. And that's what its all about making music that makes us happy. So a lot of people I know are graduating, I'll probably never see them again. It's weird to think that. I'll see the ones who matter. Ok so good post. That's all.

how it goes

2005-04-24T20:48:00.000-07:00

So I've kinda gotten in the habit of posting on this thing. I don't know if thats good or bad, well anyway, the only person to ever read this is Espo, but I dont really care its a good way for me to get my thoughts out there and out of my head so thats good, so I guess I'll keep doing it.

I went to the mall today with this girl, who seems really cool. We are currently just friends seeing as how she's kinda seeing this other guy, with whom I am aquantices with...yeah weird, but I'm not doing anything other than just hanging out with her, we didnt even hug, I'm not about to step into that kind of drama. BUT She doesnt seem too optimistic about their future though and she asks me to do things with her occasionally which is fun. But I'm not going to press the issue, I'm going to just do what feels right and go with that, I'm done over analyzing things about relationships. It's to much damn trouble, (see: the commonwealth). PLUS I'm going on tour in may and I'll be gone for a month the last thing I need to do is to get into a relationship right now. As the wise philospher Rick B. from I Voted For Kodos once told me, "Yeah I've got a not girlfriend right now." When I inquired further on the matter Rick informed me that the not girlfriend is the ideal situation for a touring music. The not girlfriend can be likened to the friend with benefits. The NG is a girl you can hang out with, do things with, etc. but is NOT your GIRLFRIEND. You can call her and talk to her when you get lonely in podunk colorado but she is NOT your GIRLFRIEND. Rick went into further detail and since he is a wise man I've always taken his advice to heart.

So that's that, I'm just going to roll with it. I've got a group project tommorrow I def. have started doing much of my part. I'm supposed to talk about the Music Scene in Knoxville for no more than 5 min. Yeah so if I can't do that right now for at least 30 then something is wrong.

I'm currently listening to Aqualung, british piano rock stuff. I like it. It's chillax. I'm aslo listening to Huey Lewis and the News, Phil Collins, and Eddie Money. I like 80s pop-rock, not because its trendy to like 80spop-rock, but because 80s pop-rock albeit over the top at times is really catchy and relaxing. It's also carefree and a bit of a palet cleanser after listening to rock and roll so much.

Oh yeah, Ryan and Samantha got engaged. Crazy, I also saw this girl who I used to write songs about the other night. It was a little akward. Anyway I've written enough for now, I'm going to play my new sweet guitar.

Zac

Rock Fest

2005-04-23T22:21:00.000-07:00

You know what I hate? Sloppy drunks, I just hate them. I can't stand it, and it's like they don't even care. It's low class. Just to clarify I'm talking about the people who get really loud and obnouxious when they are drunk. I won't name any of their names. On the other hand I have no problem at all with cool drunks, for instance my friends Jeff, Cameron, and Brad. All cool drunks, when they get drunk all they do is talk your ear off and laugh a lot. They don't scream or act like fucking idiots because they've got some alcohol in them.
I also hate pseudo-todds with acoustic guitars who think that they are cool. Along with that I hate stacys who worship said pseudo todds.
We played a show the other night at Java with My Lost Cause. I straight up fell down, like had a total wipe out. It was terrible, but I recovered well, my amp is permanatly scarred though. MLC rocked it and we played well minus a bunch of little crap that kept making me mad, like getting shocked from the mic, not being able to hear anything, my guitar feeding back, the fall etc.
I'm def. listening to Huey Lewis and the News. It's bed time I've got to bull shit some crap for a group project in the morning.

Money, Money, RAIN

2005-04-22T09:06:00.000-07:00

So I bought a guitar yesterday, which translates to I spent to much damn money. Oh well, I'm to young and life's to short to worry about that crap. It's raining like crazy, CRAZY.

Why the fuck did I just make one of these damn things that I'll never use?

2005-04-20T22:31:00.000-07:00

Why, the fuck did I just make one of these damn blogs that I know I'm never going to use. Oh wait I know, because I really dont want to do my fucking school work. I think I'm just going to post here when I get really pissed off and need to use the word fuck a whole bunch.