Postmodernism and the Freeplay of Words and Signifiers

Where the time stops in order to let you change lanes

I have been travelling around the last couple of days with minimum sleep. I do not remember the last time that my body was screaming at me to go to sleep. I am sure a lot of you are wondering, "Why is Jonathan so tired?" Well that is a simple answer, but i will give you the long version. It all started on a regular Wednsday morning. Nothing to spectacular happened all day. I found out i had a broken elbow on Tuesday so i was assuming that would be enough excitment for Tuesday and Wednsday combined. But without fail John Simpson completly out of nowhere calls me and asks if i want to go see Wilco play in Nashville. I had decided earlier in the week not to see them on Wed. , but John with his freaking mind control persuaded me to go. I am not complaining about i am merely stated no that i did go. I loved every minute of the concert. The brisk Nashville air blanketed the outdoor show with a pleasantness that carried the words from Jeff Tweedy's soul into my ears. So i got back to Chattanooga around 4 o'clock. and woke up two hours later to travel up Signal mountain to go to work. I work 9 hours on Thursday. One hour shy of my normal ten hour day. Then i was wwisked away by jared ross to the Atlanta show. This show served to be just as exciting as the night before. Amidst the beauty of the show there was the looming day of work to come.
I drove Jarod's car home and i prompltly flopped into bed around three in the morning. Oh how exciting work was today. It was hotter then it had been all week. My body was not excited at all to be on the roof either. There were a few times i felt my self nodding off to sleep while standing 20 feet in the air on the edge of a roof. But the work day is through and i can sleep all weekend and the two days of being tired were well worth the drive to see my favorite band preform. My only true complaint about the show was that Chris Marr did not bring the time machine. I could have listened to them play " i am trying to break your herat" all night long

In order to find yourself yo must first visit me

Well well well time again to shock and amaze. I think i am the most accident prone person in the world. I just broke my 7th bone. I am currently nursing a broken left elbow. It is not a bad break, but i chipped part of the bone. It is just floating around in the arm fluid.

Wilco is coming up on Thursday, i am skipping out of the wednesday show in Nashville, money reasons and being tired for work in the morning is not much fun.

So i was talking with Chris Marr the other day and we were talking about the content of this very blog. I am pretty sure he was not really paying attention to me. He tends to just nod his head and stare off into space as if he is contemplating deeply the hidden meanings of my words. i happened to say something about how i needed to write more about time machines. this summoned a response from Chris Marr. he brightened up and his eyes shuddered with fear and excitement i could see a tear seaping out in the corners also. Chris quickly jumped to his feet and said " yes yes yes, please talk about time machined." "Everyone loves time machines."

Well Chirs i hate to dissapoint you, but this is my blog and i control the content. I have done the market research and no one like time machines anymore. They were worn out with the last of the "Baack to the Future" movies. So put it to rest.

On a more random note. When you begin to type something are you supposed to know what it is before you start typing, or are you just supposed to keep tying until you know what it is that you are going to type. at that point it is allready typed without you ever knowing what it is that you wanted to type. It went automatically from thought to action, no filter. But seriously wouldnt it be cool if i was a robot with eyes that shot fire balls. That would be sweet. if i was a robot i would go visit my friends and be like hey guys whats up. They would in turn be like "Who are you?" I would then reply "dont you recognize me?" They would say "no" That is when i would shoot fire from my eyes. that would be cool.. Then they would know who i was. Ok Meg That was for you.

When you cant see through the windows, Or how i learned to love the fog

NO MORE BEARD NO MORE LOVE

I am so extremely tired today. I have forgotten in the last few months how it feels to be this tired from working. Yesterday i went and did the whole carpenter thing for 10 hours. 7 in the morning to 5:30 in the evening. By 7 o'clock i was back at it again. This time i was pressure washing with John Simpson. This lasted till around 12:30 in the morning. Needless to say i did not get much worthwhile sleep before i had to wake up this morning at 7 and do it all over again, minus the pressure washing thing. I kind of like being this tired. there is nothing like knowing you worked hard all day. I get great satisfaction from working and knowing i am tired because of the hard work i did.

The way i think about things may be different, or i should say is most definately different , from how everyone else perceives things. I am a very labor minded person, i find great comfort in working with my hands. I am not a strong with an argument and i can not defend myself verbally all that well. There is such a strong push it seems in most people around me to figure there life out by the way they think about things, or how well they can argue their way out of a situation. I am most deffinatly not that way. I gain understanding by doing things and learning the patterns of life with my hands. I guess this is why I have such an affinity to art and mostly sculpture. My Job helps me in my perception of the world. I understand form and function so much more now that i deal with it in an everyday situation. I have always viewed beauty in a rather skewed fashion. The slighlty tarnished and the out of square image is so much more interesting for my eyes to look at. With Carpentery everything is supposed to start out square, plum and level. The basis for evey form is founded so strongly in the "idea" of the perfect. The perfect square, which is physically impossible to create with my hands, is something I struggle to accomplish every day. I believe because i cannot accomplish "perfect" i have come to perceive beauty as a thing that is slightly outside of perfection. My job has allowed me to understand more fully why i look at things the way i do.

Wow that was a strange train of thought. I did not know that was in there. Sorry for the brain explosion. For those of you who have been asking me to shave my beard, you should be happy. Today i did it. I am a clean shaved former amish looking dude now. The scruff has left the building. Now i look like that 17 year old boy you guys used to know. Chris should be the most excited. he has been telling me how hard it is to be my friend while i had a beard. Well Chris we can be friends again.

Next week is going to be the grgeatest week of my entire life. The event that i have been waiting for since the first time i heard Wilco. I am going to see Wilco twice, back to back nights of Rocking. I am so excited. I have never seen them and all my friends have seen them on several occasions. David Littlejohn has this way of Calling me on my birthday and playing a Wilco song over his phone while he is at the show. I think he was just trying to brag. Well good job you succeeded. But now more jealousy for me. I am going to be the happiest person in the world. You might say it is silly for me to be this excited. Hipsters, would never show there giddy glee for a musician like this. Well i hate to inform you, but i am not a hipster and i could care less. But who cares it will not matter after next week.

Well Everyone have fun tonight, maybe i will run into you, and maybe you can by me a beer. wishful thinking on my part. So take it easy and until next time, dont ever try to put your socks on after you put your shoes on. This completely negates the purpose of the socks in the first place you idiot.

Ode to Chris Marr

what a man that Chris Marr fellow is. Tommorow, or tonight at 1200 he will be breaking into his last year as a memeber of the early 20's club. Yes the man the myth the legend will be 23. So if you see him give him a pat on the back.

A little up date on the quitting smoking fron. I have severly cut back. I was a dedicated pack and a half and lots of time i did the two pack marathon. But i have cut my self back to 4 or 5 day. I look at it as a strong start. hopeful i can be smoke free soon. Want that be fun. My mom is proud of me so i dont care if no one else supports me, so take that.

I was thinking that it would be extremely interesting if someone wrote a book about the life and times of Jonathan Huffine. I would prbably buy that book. It would be relly interesting. If anyone wants to write it for me let me know. If anyone wants to read it then help me find someone to write it. I know publishers would be interested in printing it. Well i am going to go and bore someone else for a little while so. So take it easy

If it is so easy then why do i not see you doing it

it is that time again, time you say for what? Oh you know! It is time for me to stun you. Not with a tazzer but with mind bullets. So today was just like every other day i got up before the sun peaked its head over the mountains and i headed home as it was trying to find its home again. Oh the life of a workin man. I am trying to figure out right now the direction i am going to take this blog. should i bore people with my mundane everday existence or should i continue to spout off random useless brain farts. Who knows, what would my reading public like to see more of. I can not promise a high density of either. My brain usually shuts down on my ride home from work.

Speaking of work, i can not wait for the winter to start rolling in. I love working outside during the cold months. For some reason i love layering up and freezing in the mornings. There is something about being extremely cold in the mornings that gets me ready for work. maybe i just want to move so I can warm up a little. i love to stand around in the dark with the other guys i work with and drink a piping hot cup of gas statiion coffee and joke around before the real work gets started. i always have to laugh in the winter when i hit my thumb with my hammer. Dont get me wrong it hurts, but the numbness of the winter cold delays the reaction to the pain. I am more accident prone then anyone else i work with too so i do this quite frequently. you would think with experience as a carpenter i would not hit my fingers anymore. The only thing experience helps with is swinging harder, therefore smashing with more intense force. Wow i am sure you all wanted to know about that.

Well I am trying to read again. This may seem like a pretty normal task, but i seriously have to force myself to read. i just found a copy of "A Farwell to Arms" in my room and thought what the hey. So i am not far in the book. I will let you all know when i finish it so you can poke fun at me for reeading so slow. Well i am going to let you all get back to reading more interesting blogs now. I will bore you again latter. So take it easy.

Three Cheers are in order

Well what a weekend. I had a blast. The wedding was one of the more gorgeous wedding i have ever attended. I am glad i got to be there with everyone who was there. The whole weekend was a blessing. I hope that everyone was able to share in the blessing of the weekend.

JohnnTotten an icon of the 20's or an ironically misplaced Giant

Well Since i have some time to sit in front of my computer, I am doing just that. And since John was on my brain i used his name in the title. No this blog entry is not about John, but in a strange cosmic way it may be. Everything falls into place. So i am driving up to Virginia on Thursday night. I am most likely driving by myself. Sadly to say it will be my longest road trip taken solo. But needless to say it will be one incredible musical journey. So if anyone has any suggestions for music let me know. I want to revist alot of the classics from yesteryear. I want to relive the albums that have not spun in my diskman in ages. For those of you who do not know about the musical journey taken in a car then you better wise up. Chris Marr and I have always found that music sounds better while travelling long distances in an automobile. Driving with Chris is where i have heard some of the best bands in the world. There is never a dull moment during my musical journeys. The true key is to have a great beginning and an end. Pick the song that will set the tone for the ride, kick it in as you finally get moving. dont start the actual musical movement until you are getting on the interstate. It is important to be at cruising speed so you can feel the power of the music. The end is just as important as the beginning. Play the song that is going to put you where you are going. THis song must have enough power and emotion to slay all the other songs you have listened to. And never turn this song off until it is through. Sit in your car and sing all the lyrics. Make people think you are having a sezure because you are singing so hard. i am taking requests, i can not promise you your songs willl make it onto my play list, but i will weigh all the options.

For those of you who i see up in Virginia, I hope your journey is filled with many fine musical moments. And Chris Marr, your journey will lead to the same place, but i will move you in a whole new way.

See ya