Thursday, April 28, 2005

I feel the need to record what happened Thursday night/Friday morning. So please bare with me.

I was feeling really full, and extremely sluggish after leaving Applebee's, but that wasn't beyond the norm for me. Most of the ride home was really uneventful. There was nothing to really mention until I got to highway 53. That's when I saw the truck in front of me slam on its brakes. Fortunately, because I was so tired, I was driving well below the speed limit, and not following the truck closely, because I had time to see the car in the truck's path, and then hit my brakes as a reaction. I saw the truck slam into the car and then go wheeling off road.

Almost immediately, before I could even get my car stopped really, the car in front of me caught fire. It wasn't a small fire, but a enormous blaze that engulfed the entire car, and had an amazingly explosive beginning. That's when I saw the hood of the now burning car come sliding down the road towards me. It stopped a few feet before my car, or maybe I stopped a few feet before it, its really all kind of jumbled together.

I pulled off the road, because now, obviously, the road was blocked with debris and flaming wreckage. As I got out the car, I notice a man across the road standing there bent over with his head down, almost between his knees, half mumbling, have shouting, "oh god oh god oh god oh god". I grabbed my phone and called 911, and then went over to the man I saw across the street. I kept asking him if he was alright, and he kept on stumbling around. That's when I saw the blood around his lips, and I asked if he was coughing that up or if he'd hit his mouth. He replied he was coughing it up, and I told the 911 operator to send an ambulance and a fire truck. I then grabbed the man, because he was headed back to his now damaged truck mumbling about he needed to call someone. I told him to chill out, that I had a phone, and that I'd call anyone he needed to talk to. I asked him his name, and the number I needed to call. His name was Mario. He was still stumbling around, and I made sure that I held on to him because he was beginning to hold onto himself even tighter and saying that he couldn't breathe. I told him to sit down, lie down, whatever, but to quit trying to move. He didn't listen.

Someone picked up on the other end, and I told them I was here with Mario and that there was an accident. I told her that Mario was alive, and that he could talk. I handed him the phone and let him talk to her. I walked off to find the officer that I'd seen pull over and found him next to the fire truck as they pulled the hoses out to put the fire out. I told him I'd seen what had happened, and that I honestly couldn't say for sure what happened, but gave him the best account that I could based on what I'd seen. I asked about the person in the other car, and he just kinda shook his head and said they'd not been able to pull another person out.

Mario stumbled up to me, and handed me my phone. I told him to sit down and try not to move. The officer backed me up, and this time, Mario sat down.

To make a long story short, no one made it out of the car who caught fire. I wonder if I could've been fast enough to pull the person in that car out, if I could've helped that person somehow, but the more I think about it, the more I realize that the person in that car couldn't have made it, no matter what I did. Before I could even stop, that car was in full blaze, and I would've only injured myself trying to save that person.

I've never felt small, insignificant, or even fragile, but after tonight, I've never felt more that way. I can only hope that the person in that other car was unconscious and didn't have to suffer through burning alive.

Take care of yourselves, please.

Tuesday, April 26, 2005

Round two:

Its Tuesday. I start work today, for sure. Minus my hazmat endorsed CDL class C. I might want to go get that.

I've always had this theory, that all good musicians have a wide and ecclectic taste in music. I think that allows them to be unfettered, if you will, in what they'll try to do with their various musical endeavours. Most of of your favorite bands and artists will tell you they listen to everything from eighties synth pop to nineties jazz fusion.

What's my point? Its all just a lead in for this particular quiz. . .sure its kinda long, but it pinpoints musical tastes quite well. My only gripe would be the fact that it doesn't include jazz fusion. I love Wayman Tisdale, Fourplay, and Yesterday's New Quintet. Awesome guys. Tre introduced me to yet another jazz fusion band, but their name slips my mind.

Your Taste in Music:

80's R&B: Highest Influence
90's Hip Hop: Highest Influence
Alternative Rock: Highest Influence
Old School Hip Hop: Highest Influence
90's Alternative: High Influence
90's R&B: High Influence
90's Rock: High Influence
Adult Alternative: High Influence
Gangsta Rap: High Influence
R&B: High Influence
Ska: High Influence
80's Alternative: Medium Influence
90's Pop: Medium Influence
Dance: Medium Influence
Hip Hop: Medium Influence
Punk: Medium Influence
80's Pop: Low Influence
80's Rock: Low Influence
Classic Rock: Low Influence

Saturday, April 23, 2005

The kid is back. That's right. Javann Lamar Jones, the ultimate in blogging power has returned. He's large, in charge and quite tan from his trip to Florida. Well, as tan as a black guy gets when he goes outside. So what's the haps? Well, Florida was pretty incredible, check out the photo blog to see the quote unquote highlights of the trip.

So while I was down in Florida, I was amazed at the raw natural splendor down there. It was amazing to see actually, just amazing. I've never seen such a beautiful place. Every morning, I walk out onto the balcony of my hotel and just stand there drinking Sierra Mist in my um. . .pajamas.

Of course, things like that make me feel introspective, and I had a lot of time to examine my personality. I've become a good deal more reserved than I realized, it was pretty scary, and I've now resolved to not be so reserved. There are a lot of thoughts I have that should seriously be spoken. So I'll try to do more of that.

On the plus side, I passed my courier class (which is why I went to Florida) and now I begin to deliver packages in earnest. Well, Tuesday, I begin to deliver packages in earnest. How much fun does that sound like? Either way, this little part of my life is over with (thank goodness) and now we can settle down and figure out how to move to Florida. . .well, maybe.

Wednesday, April 20, 2005

Another language test... how do you speak. Well I'm ripping off Jeremy this week and doing a test like he did last week. Oh wait I am Jeremy... Oh well just try out the test.

Your Linguistic Profile:

50% General American English

40% Dixie

5% Upper Midwestern

5% Yankee

0% Midwestern

Monday, April 18, 2005

Well Javann is living it up in Florida this week. OK not really, he's just working. But while he is away... lets talk... talk about Javann... Just Kidding.

But hmm Javann is a lover of words. So are there any words you like... like in the sense of how it sounds. Not really what is means. Like Tre likes the word diarrhea. Its a gross word, but if you can just think of the word itself, well it is a unique word. Thats for certain.

Me? I like onomonpoeia. (what would that be uh? A big word yeah.)

Whats ur choice of word?

Friday, April 15, 2005

Friday! Yes, thank you weekend! Take away the everyday cares of this bane we call a work week!

If you can't tell, I've had it. So here's a short story of Javann's weekly exploits.

I was out on a route in the south side of town. I was working with a guy named Bruce, who is a nice guy from what I can tell, just older and quite set in his ways. We talked quite a bit, and I guess my general respect for those older than me made him feel talkative, so we ended up talking quite a bit. But that's beyond my point at the moment. So here we are in some residential part of Huntsville, up on Green "Hill" (because Jerm says there are no mountains here in Huntsville), and he hands me a package to drop off. So of course realizing that there are serious time constraints pressed upon us, I dash off (well. . .dash for me) to place the package of the porch. All goes well there, and I turn around to go back. Feeling quite good, I continue jogging at a fast pace up to the truck. So here's where things get interesting.

First you have to understand how I physically match up against the truck. It is large and metal. I am also large, though not as large as a truck by no means, and not metal. In a street fight, I'd win, if I could get it to run out of fuel.

Seriously though, what I mean is that the first step is about where the halfway point is on my shin, and the seat is chest level for me, when I'm on the ground. So, I jog up and attempt to hop up into the already open door. My right foot, being as stable as iridium, slips off the first step. This caused me to bruise my shin. Inertia took over from there. Without rising high enough to miss hitting the seat, my chest slammed into the seat. I made some weird sound that was one of surprise and ouch. Like. . .OOOUUFF! I stumbled back a bit, and that was that. You had to be there, I guess. . .I laughed, called myself clumsy, Bruce swore to never tell, and I informed him that it would probably make its way to my blog. Then I explained a blog. . .and then I explained the internet. . .and text messaging. . .and a few other things.

Anyway, have a great weekend!

Wednesday, April 13, 2005

So, lets say that you could copy yourself. An exact replica, right down to your emotions, feelings, and mental inner workings. Now, here is your replica. Let's also say that you decide that you'll hook your copy up with a blind date. Of course, the whole situation is really weird, so you don't want the person to realize that this person you're hooking them up with is you, only not. How do you go about doing that? How do you describe yourself, without giving away that it is yourself? Here's my attempt, in a neat story form.

"So, there's this guy you should meet. . ."
"Yeah, he's a cool guy, very cool, seems like he would be your type."
"My type? Since when did I have a type?"
"Since last weekend when you said that waiter or whoever wasn't your type."
"Oh right, that. . .yeah, I meant I thought he was ugly."
"Right, so this guy. . .I mean. . .wow."
"I'm a guy, and I have to admit, I could imagine spending every waking moment with him." (see the subtle use of the situation?)
"What's he look like?"
"Like a teddy bear, only a bit more in shape."
"A teddy bear?"
"Yeah, big guy. . ."
"I don't like big guys."
"He's not big like, BIG, and overwhelming, just you know, larger than average."
"Oh. Is he funny?"
"You know, does he make you laugh?"
"He makes me laugh all the time. Other people. . .not so much."
"So he's just one man funny?"
"You could say that, I'm sure more than one person has laughed at him before."
"Hmmm. . .what's he like? I mean what does he like to do?"
"What kind of question is that?"
"The kind with an answer I hope."
" 'What does he like to do?' I guess he likes reading, writing, and stuff."
"You know. . .guy stuff. . .like. . .building car engines."
"He builds car engines?!"
"No! That was just an exaggeration."
"What about the reading and writing?"
"No, no, he really does like reading, and writing."
"Writing. . .?"
"Oh, poetry, novels, short stories, anything really. He can be pretty witty and clever when he writes."
"Oh, that's good, I like witty and clever."
"That's only when he writes though. He doesn't translate so well in person. He tends to overthink."
"Things he finds funny takes about five minutes of explanation."
"Oh so he's deep?"
"Uh. . .no. Just weird really."
"Eccentric weird, not stalker or criminally insane weird."
"So is that what's wrong with him?"
"Excuse me?"
"He obviously has a problem, or else he wouldn't need a blind date."
"Obviously. He can be. . .a bit annoying. And he tends to not think a lot. Actually, he tends to act well before thinking."
"Yes, very much so."

And I'll break there. That's how I'd go about getting my copy a blind date. As you can see I'm doing very well there, but well, I'm a hard sell. Anyway, all of this has been a round about way for me ask, how would you describe yourself?

Tuesday, April 12, 2005

After an awesomely intense concert, it came time for us to head home again. And as usual, we stopped for food. Actually, we stopped for food at IHOP. Guess who was at IHOP? It should actually be kind of obvious, since we were in "Hotlanta" (and that's me quoting Brent. . .that's right. . .Brent). We ran into Bruce Bruce, comedian and funny man extraordinaire. You know when you see him on stage, and he looks really tall? Nope, he's not. That man is huge, I mean HUGE! He's a big guy.

Today is a special day as well, since its my parents 31st anniversary. So happy anniversary Mom (who I know visits this site) and Dad (who I know doesn't visit this site). I'm sure there'll be many more.

As for the rest of you, check out my picture blog, it should prove entertaining for you.

Friday, April 08, 2005

Its Friday, hey hey its Friday, and I just got paid. Going cross town, going to pick up my lady, have a little bit of fun, ow well, there's no telling where I might end up. I might on the west side, the east side, I'm even going cross the bridge ya'll, cause I, cause I hear they really get down over there

SO here's what I'm trying to get going. As usual, I see something cool, I take it, I use it, but I add my own weird, and somewhat strange, twist to it. The next thing to be Javannized as I like to call it, is a photo blog. As was mentioned in the previous post, I got a new phone. A new camera phone. And now I shall sally forth throughout the globe (well really just Huntsville) and take the best pictures I know how. You can find them here. Of course, I've not gotten those pictures uploaded yet, but when I do. . .I tell you. . .it will be cool and happening.

Thursday, April 07, 2005

Also, I just got a new phone. Rejoice with me. It was kinda expensive, so it really isn't worth that much rejoicing. But here's a interesting story.

So I just got this new phone, and I ask, well can I transfer my ringtones, wallpaper, and games over to my new phone? And the guy at the counter is like, you can transfer your numbers. And I'm like, yeah, that's great, but what about my stuff? And he was like is it on the sim card. I asked him, can I put it on the sim card? He stops for a second, then he says, no. So I ask, Then, why did you ask me that? Silence. He doesn't say anything. I realize at this point, he's a smart aleck. Fine with me, so am I, and I shall have the last word, last laugh, whatever. So he asks me if I know how to transfer my numbers over. Of course, I do, but I want to embarrass him a bit, so I say there's no way you can do this on my phone. He looks at me with this superior tech support look on his face, and asks why. I was like, I don't think you know enough about it. Again, the arrogant look. I'm loving it really, so I hand him my phone and he sets about to prove me wrong. People who know me, and have seen my phone should know why I said he couldn't do it. All of the menus on my phone are (well were) in Spanish. All of them. My guess is he can't speak Spanish. I'm right. He looks up at me, and says, this isn't English. I look back at him and say, I know. He hands me the phone back, and I say, I'll get it later. Yes, totally pointless victory for the J man.

I know its lame, but here's the point. Due to foolishness like that, (all foolishness on my part I might add) I had to transfer my numbers over myself. And guess what? I messed up. All my numbers? Gone. Except for a few people that I remember, and a few people that sent me text messages in my old phone. So if you have my number (it hasn't changed) and you want me to have your number, please text message me, or call me, so I can get it. Why? Because, I'm an idiot.
Yesterday, rain. Today, clouds and more rain. Good days, you'd think, for one to be introspective. However, nothing could be further from the truth. These are good days for sleeping. And that's all they're good for. Rainy days = sleep days. This equation is true, simply because I wish it to be so. That having been said, I'm going to go practice what I preach.

Javann Lamar Jones's Aliases

Your movie star name: Nutty Buddy Bars Harvey

Your fashion designer name is Javann Lisbon

Your socialite name is J Turn Huntsville

Your fly girl / guy name is J Jon

Your detective name is Giraffe Johnson

Your barfly name is Tortilla Chips Vodka

Your soap opera name is Lamar Alyci

Your rock star name is Jolly Ranchers Subaru WRX

Your star wars name is Javroc Jonmal

Your punk rock band name is The Mellow Monkey Paw

Have fun with this.

Wednesday, April 06, 2005

You know how people talk about the glass being half full or half empty? I personally don't agree with that particular illustration of pessimism and optimism, but it does help us to understand that there is more than just one way to view things. For instance, if I'm a waiter, that glass of water signifies more than just water and air. That's the walk I'll have to take to get the pitcher of water to fill it up some more. Maybe I'm an athlete who's just finished working out. That's a glass that I'll want to drink. Maybe I'm a basketball player holding the glass on the bench. That glass signifies either my remaining rest from a hard night's work, or something for me stare at in shame as some younger guy takes my job from me. Hey, different strokes for different folks.

The same thing can be said of just everyday life in general. Some people swear that nothing ever goes their way. And honestly, I can relate. Life is full of small events that add up to larger events, and while a large event may go well, a handful of small events going bad can ruin an entire day. All of us have had what we'd call, not-one-of-our-days. Days when nothing's going your way. I know I've had those days. I've had those weeks, and maybe even those months. But its really all in how you look at it. Sure some things really are bad, but you know what? Most things can be looked at positively. So you spilled your soda on yourself? So what, it'll dry, you can wash it out, and being embarrassed about it only needs to last a minute afterwards. Car accident? That's why you spend all your money on car insurance. If you're alive enough to worry about it afterwards, at least you're not hurt, and you'll get to get another car. Granted, you've paid for it with your own money, but take the check and go find a car you like. Get fired from your job? Yes, but chances are either A)you deserved to get fired, in which case, you now have time to really introspectively think about that, or B)the job was unfair, and even then why would you want to work at a place that unfair anyway? Got laid off? Make a resume, turn it in, and use the extra time between jobs wisely.

My point is, sure life is hard. There's a lot of harsh realities that we have to face everyday. So why sweat the small stuff? Sure I had to clean pink lemonade outta my car today, but at least I got it clean. And yeah, I paid two bucks for Gatorade at Samuel Walden's Market, that the cashier never bagged or handed to me, even after I specifically ASKED her if she gave me everything. But so what? That's why I work, so when money goes away, I earn it back. In the long run, I'll still get my gatorade, I'll just have to pay more for it. Its all in the outlook. I'm not saying see the world through rose coloured glasses, and that there's nothing bad at all in the world. Oh, no, things like death, poverty, terminal illness, and immorality are indeed bad. And being robbed isn't fun, but if you live through it, they didn't take what mattered. And that's your life.

Mp3 of the day:
Don't Laugh - ADGI
(Yes me. I have to dish out my own stuff every now and then too you know.)

Tuesday, April 05, 2005

So I'm on my way to work this morning, listening to some SuperGrass. They mention Davy Crockett (interesting to me since they are from England). Ol Davy was born within 15 miles of where I was born. So, I guess I've always been intrigued by him. What is interesting is how this guy became a man of legends. How exactly does a man become one of legends... an individual who is what people hold in the realm of impossible?

I'm not sure... but in reality I decided it will be interesting to meet Davy Crockett one day.

That would be a good song. (maybe)

Friday, April 01, 2005

Hey I wanna post too. Here's my question: what's up with Toaster Stroodles? I dunno if that's how you spell the name but if you sound it out you should know what I'm talking about. But seriously, they market the things by telling you that you put the icing on yourself and they say it like it's a good thing. If I can choose between putting icing on myself and not putting icing on myself, I'll go with not. Plus you more or less have to toast a Toaster Stroodle (note the name), whereas toasting a poptart is indeed optional. I'm in a hurry and I need a quick breakfast. Boom. Poptarts win. Honestly though I don't really ever eat either brand.
I'm pretty much the coolest guy that you know.


(yep, that's my post for today. Deal with it.)
So I'm thinking two things today...

First poptarts. Are they good or not? I had it for breakfast, and they are almost so sweet, it makes you sick. Why do parents give this to there children? I don't understand. And hot or cold? What do you prefer? I could go either way. But strawberry is the best.

Ok on a second note. The time changes this weekend. YAY! I would much rather always have a longer day in the afternoon. I say we use Deep Thoughts to get this thought to congress... no more time changes after this weekend!