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Name: Jeff
Country: United States
State: Washington
Metro: Bellingham
Birthday: 7/24/1984
Gender: Male
Interests: Cars: BMW, Volkswagen, Audi.
Films: Memento, Fight Club, Vanilla Sky, The Big Lebowski, Hook, Star Wars, Garden State, Rear Window, City of God, Pulp Fiction, Snatch.
Directors/Writers: Charlie Kaufman, Ridley Scott, Tim Burton, David Fincher, Guy Ritchie. Sports: Pretty much everything. Mostly Basketball... Football, Baseball, and who can pass up a good hockey or soccer game.
Teams: Anything Seattle.
Kansas, UNC, UW, and Gonzaga BBall.
Music: Rock, Trip-hop, Classical, Jazz, Pop, whatever... I love finding new stuff.
Bands: Massive Attack, Portishead, Sneaker Pimps, Radiohead, Coldplay, Tricky, Bjork, Matt Good, Finch, Billy Talent, Chevelle, Franz Ferdinand, Pumpkins, Ben Folds, Miles Davis, Pink Floyd, Postal Service, Sigur Ros, DJ Shadow, and the list goes on... FOREVER.
Places: Seattle, Vancouver, Portland, Bellingham, Cleveland... I love cities with personality.
I'm outa space, so hit me up to learn more
Occupation: Student
Message: message me
AIM:  dunks7fbb
MSN: fatty724@hotmail.com
Member Since:
12/30/2004
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| It seems that I'm usually sick when I'm posting... maybe because that
seems to be the only time that I get a break. GEEZ :)... So strep
throat it is. Yeah, I pretty much wanted to die yesterday, then they
hooked me up with some penicilin- nice drug- and I'm not even
contagious anymore. Not that it really matters, I'd rather not be
around people while I have rotting tonsils.
Me: Hi! I'm Jeff...
Her: Hi, I'm about to puke. Stop breathing, please...
Speaking of puking, I sent an Email to Dr. Paul Hughes, aka pablo, aka
p, aka my raddest prof ever. Sometimes I forget that the guy was in
school for 10 years studying the Bible. I've never quite understood how
a guy can go from a crackhead to bible teacher, but Hughes does it
beautifully, and thats why he's the man. Anyway, Puking... So I sent
him an email about being sick and missing classes, and I got this
reply:
"Puke, my boy, puke. Blast out those flesh-toned quivering chunks, and you will
feel much much better."
Couldn't have been put any more eloquently. Simply beautiful, Hughes.
But I don't have the flu, I have flesh rotting in the back of my
throat. MMM... Its not so bad anymore, though; I'm kinda drugged up- a
lil woozy, if you will. I am pretty sure that that'd look good for me
to be on campus... VP Student Relations stumbling from class to class.
Grand. But then again, maybe I'd just be speaking up for the
common-held beliefs of the entire student body. If so, Join me, and
we'll Drug-It-Up, people. Nancy Reagan had no clue what she was talkin
about with "Just Say No." I mean, look at all your favorite rock
stars and rappers. Snoop knows whats up...
*Jeff chuckles to himself, then shakes his head while pondering another gin and juice*
Good times, kids, good times.
So the thought for the day is how "Vanity makes you Ugly."
I want you to take that thought, ponder it, then shove it in every
abercrombie slut's mid-winter-overly-tanned, super plastic face. The
thought doesn't litterally apply to the outside, but I just want you
all to know how I feel about the fakies. It seems that good-looking
people never need to take the time to develop a personality. And the
ones who do, you'd prefer no personality to the one they have.
Generalization? Maybe- but all stereotypes are formed from reoccurring
incidents.
I always seem to come off so negatively. So here's the positive:
Some of the most beautiful people I've met are incredibly unattractive.
Its kinda ironic, but they have a true understanding of self because
they've never let the mirror decide it for them. For a society that
cares simply about diets and gym memberships and loves only as long as
the wrinkles can be covered and things don't sag, its astonishing how
many typical, or less than typical looking people go unpraised for
their beautiful insides.
Now don't get me wrong, I truly deeply believe that you must be
attracted to the person you are gonna be with, obviously. As my boy
Rowley would put it: "No Gargoyles, Man, No Gargoyles." But don't ever
pick a flower without giving it time blossom in its own way. Not every
beautiful flower has big, bright petals. In the same way, not every
girl has big... teeth.
Peace, blessings, and until next time....
- dunks
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| Its been too long... sorry.
I had a really interesting tea time with David Knight this evening...
We talked about pretty much everything, but I think one of the things
that really stuck out to me was the topic of authenticity- being real.
He asked me what I thought authenticity is, to which I replied:
openness and honesty (buzz words). But at least I explained that it
means being open in situations where its not easy- when it could be
hurtful- and honest even when it might make you look bad. Its a problem
that we deal- or more appropriately: don't deal with- in Christian
circles. Everybody wants to look so picturesque, and no matter how much
we play the "lets all meet in small groups and be 'real' with
eachother" game, the truth is that forced openness and honesty doesn't
do anything for anyone. If you're being open with people you don't know
or don't necessarily trust, then you won't actually be real. It all
comes through natural relationships- aka TRUST. The reason that it
doesn't work in Christian circles is because of the stigma that comes
with failure and mistakes born of unfounded pressure in a "lets pretend
life's peachy" agenda.
LIFE IS NOT PEACHY, EVEN FOR CHRISTIANS- AND WE ALL KNOW IT.
I guess the end of the story, or at least where I plan to put the
period on this rant, is at the spot where we decide that we all are in
need of grace, we all have faults, and we can only be in control of our
own person (where we still need God's support). Until we grasp the
concept of imperfection within ourselves and further, the Christian
community, when we drop the judgement on all things that fall out of
the idealism of Christianity, and begin to develop love for eachother
fostered through unforced relationships that aren't hinged on
expectations- then, and only then will we understand what it means to
be real and open in our AUTHENTIC Christian community.
WHOOOOOEEEEY- that was a mouthfull... hope it made sense to somebody
other than me. But even if it didn't, I'm probably the person who
needed to understand it the most. Anyway, God bless yall and CHEERS!
- dunks
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| Hawday Hawday- I'm back.
So I can breathe again. Elections are over. W0000000T... but the papers continue. Does anyone else ever feel like there is never a moment to truly relax. It kinda reminds me of C.S. Lewis' "Learning in Wartime." The thought he conveys is that we will never find a moment when nothing is happening and there is room for just learning. We need to be able to simply grab hold of the passing seconds and use every one for our benefit (or the benefit of others). Great transition: in the movie Clueless- Alecia Silverstone says something to the effect of "Like, totally, daddy always said there are 24 useable hours in a day." Sleep is overrated anyway... But of the few things I've ever learned from a blonde, I think that's the best - oh geez, was that a controversial statement? Yeah budday! I guess at this point, my xanga site has gotten slightly boring... controversy is welcome. Maybe the lull in excitement here has to do with the fact that somebody hooked me up with the extremely addictive, and highly rediculous "myspace.com" (what a joke of a blog site). Its pretty much a bunch of shallow people trying to hit on eachother ONLINE. Who does that? I mean honestly... :) oh well, I guess I'm guilty of having a site there as well.
Anyway- things have been unbelievable lately. So busy... I just bought a new car (slightly new... but still in need of some Dunkin TLC). Its a 98 Jetta Wolfsburg (aka - the cool kid edition... I wonder how I ended up with it...?). So yeah... I'm also workin at Woods Coffee in lynden now. Its crazy how many TDub people show up there. The coffee is spectacular - better than corporate-bucks - but I think its the atmosphere. I want them to open up a store in Langley, show Canadians what real coffee tastes like. But hey, now I'm pickin fights: first blondes, then canadians... I better shut up and hit the sack before somebody decides to put me to sleep permanently. Hope life is going well all around. Take care people :)
- dunks
"I wouldn't trade what I got. Not for anything, not for anything..." - Sparta | | |
| I spent the weekend up on Hemlock Mountain. Unfortunately, there was no snow to play in... plenty of rain (it was definitely pissing outside pretty much all weekend). Not that it really mattered anyway: I got smacked with an uber fever on the first night. Took me 12 hours of sleep, 10 cups of water/tea/hot chocolate and 6 asprin to kick. But either way, I was coherent again after the first day. So sickness and the elements forced me to stay in the lodge with some high quality people. Bummer. I love retreats where you get the opportunity to expand relationships that you barely knew you had. The best part is walking away knowing that something that was said will, in some way, affect your life or another life around you. Anytime you learn, the journey is validated. Scratch that: everytime you learn.
- Boredom is a self inflicted wound. It reflects the mentality of the boring.- (I can't take full credit for this one, but I couldn't remember the exact wording)
Rant- The places I've been, the things I've seen: they're nothing compared to where I'm going. Why is it that we spend so much time living our past excitements, our realities that were meant for a specific moment? They're gone with a swing of the pendulum. Don't get me wrong, our past determines our present which inevitably sets our future course- thus the lessons that we learn are of utmost importance. However, the past is passed... don't hang on too tight, not only because you can't grasp what's ahead until you let go, but mostly because the future is that much more thrilling. Eyes forward.
Next goal: Elections in TWO WEEKS. Tell all your friends and family- Jeff Dunkin is running for VP of Student Relations.
"Clever got me this far. Tricky got me in." - APC
-Random thoughts are insights into a cohesive personality.-
PS: Anybody else pissed that the Patriots are in the Super Bowl AGAIN?... bore me, please. Go Eagles.
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| Bam, back again...
So many people, so much life to be shared. Shocked, I read all the
comments that I never expected to get. We all connect ourselves
to this virtual lounge and engage in stimulating conversation with no
one. Truly, its a sad existence, with a redeaming value found only in
the thought that somebody might make use of one's ramblings. But hey...
I guess it worked, and somebody had the time to read my nonsense.
Another day in the clutches of TWU: gripping my wallet with withering
fingers. Squeezing as tight as its beaten clasp will allow, all while
pretending that it needs my shrinking heart more than the Benjamins.
Its becoming more apparent with each passing day... the school is
failing in its goal to create Godly Christian leaders- what do they
have to say about one's development when enrolled elsewhere. 10% of
on-campus students took a hike this semester. WAKE UP, T-DUB!!! From
those of us who still care: We're here, and we're waiting for you to
make some decisions to keep us. Here's my problem... I don't have much
faith in the University anymore... my faith is in the students. We will
make or break those buildings; that campus. So when the faith is in
students who are just as frustratedly apathetic as I am, we have a
problem.
Alright kids- GAME TIME. What do we do to pull ourselves out of this downward spiral of apathy?
Answer:
Take Ownership. THIS IS OUR SCHOOL. Its our enthusiam that will echo in
every dormroom, classroom, cafeteria, and collegium. Loving it will be
a step forward, and despising it is another two steps back.
Oh well... I'm sick of the dilemma. I truly am. I didn't come on here
to whine, though, I promise. That doesn't do anything for anyone. I
just wanted all my Trinity Pals to understand that the ball is in our
court, and what we do with it will determine whether or not we chalk one
up in the "W-column."
Switch gears.
About 3 weeks ago, I had an epiphany... It
just struck me, like a shot of adrenaline straight to my heart- blood
shooting through every tiny vein in my body, pounding ruthlessly
beneath my chest: I AM, not I was, or I will be. We all say that we are
gonna be something some day- gonna do something big; but our reality is
here and our next shot at becoming something just passed with the last
douse of oxygen to our thirsty lungs. Breathe in deep, cuz who knows if
it will be the last. THIS IS YOUR LIFE, right here right now. No
excuses, no reason to wait- grab it, because we have everything to gain
and minuscule details in our short span of 80 years to lose. Failure is
only a truth to those who never attempted.
With that... its time for dreamland. Seeya all on the other side.
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