Pogonotrophy

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

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"

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

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

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

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..."

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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?

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

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

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"

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

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?"

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

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. 

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

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"

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

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.

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.

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.

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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"

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.