the online journal of jordan e.

To Catch You Up
I am no longer out on my California expedition. No sir, I'm back in Duluth. Thing is, my pastor from home emailed me and offered an internship here at our Vineyard doing graphic design and ministry work. Seeing that everything in San Francisco was going to the crapper, I felt this was an excellent opportunity to take advantage of. So I'm back.
I made it back in time for my brother, Jonah's, section track meet, where I got to sit bleacher-side and watch him battle it out for a state spot in the high jump. The little lizard surpassed all of our expectations. He broke his personal 6'1" record, beat his arch nemesis and ended up placing first at sections with a 6"5 1/2" jump, which was also a school record. That boy gots some springs. Today he's heading to the state tournament ranked second in Minnesota. I'll bring my pom poms.
In other news, my mom decided that I needed a haircut and forced me to sacrifice my mane to Mastercuts, which celebrated its grand opening last weekend. Logic kicked in for me and I protested saying that "grand opening" means the only haircutting these people have done has been on Barbie dolls. She stood over me with a tweezers and a cheese grater and fought my remark explaining that "grand opening" means $7.00 haircuts. So, being the obedient child that I am, I went to Mastercuts and turned my locks over to their mercy. Seven minutes later (I am not joking) she was apparently done as she said, "Anything else?" "Anything else?!?!" I thought. My hair hadn't even gotten wet and there was a jagged, snarled part down the middle. "Are you sure you got it all?" I asked. "Yep. Do you want me to spray it down?" She sprayed it down and I vowed never to return. I could have done a better job with my left hand and a sharp rock.

posted by Jordan @ 12:12 em

Total Recall
Sunday night I went out with a neighbor girl, Nicole and her boyfriend to a Berkeley pub called the Albatross. The place was packed with the most interesting and expected Berkeley crowd (Birkenstocks prevail) for their Sunday night pub quiz. The last time I partook in one of these trivia nights was in Belfast with my Northern Irish friend Christine, some other Irish pals and Guinness. On Sunday, it was just a bunch of intriguing, unknown folk, a German beer and some tough trivia. Try to snag this one: In 1930, Ellen Church became the first person of this profession. The requirements for the job were that she be a registered nurse, weigh less than 115lbs., be no taller than 5'4", and not be pregnant for at least 18 months. Today thousands are employed in this profession.
Anywho, I made it home just after Terry and Dan had just arrived back from their Canadian/East Coast adventures. It turned out that they had come home just in time for 80+ degree Memorial Day weather, which we enjoyed by taking a long hike through the redwood forest.
In a side note, as Terry was harrassing the dogs yesterday, he told me to come over and to "Quick, look! Skipper's stuck under the couch!" I asked him how he got under there and Terry said, "Well, first he rolled over and then I pushed him." All of the stories I've heard about evil Terry and his childhood pets are making sense now.

posted by Jordan @ 10:49 fm