the online journal of jordan e.

I Don't Want to Work (I want to bang on my drums all day)
There is a great possibility that I will self-destruct or that my spleen will combust, or something.  Right now I am managing three different jobs, working about 75 hours a week and still trying to be social and attend a small group.  The twitches have become involuntary.  But between this wonderful internship at church (unfortunately unpaid), this gig at a publishing house and waitressing, I will hopefully be able to replace my hunk of junk automobile, start paying off my loans, pay for insurance and an apartment.  I might just have to start smoking crack to get it all done, though.

posted by Jordan @ 9:57 fm

As Long As You Both Shall Live
Sometimes it hits me like a freight of canned soup, this couple thing. All my life I've watched couples get together - from awkward, greasy-nosed, middle school movie nights to senior high prom dates to tables for two at university coffee shops. And I've pretty much managed to stay out on the fringes of it all. With one exception, I've managed to remain hovering just beyond the reaches of dating, beyond boyfriend-girlfriend and outside of romance.
When I come to my senses, I realize my perch from behind the candle-lit tables has really kept me protected and pure. I've been saved from the drama, the hurt and the sale of my heart. But at the same time, one can only watch so many fingers intermingle, so many walks alone and so many plans for two before they despise that blessing of protection.
Yet who am I to grieve the plans of my Father? In my state of self pity and superficial sorrow even I know He has reserved something so sweet for me. Of course the sweetest part of this all still lies in Him.

posted by Jordan @ 10:20 fm

Lemon Tree Very Pretty



Here are a few photos to peruse from an adventure I had in San Francisco's Chinatown. As I snapped undercover shots of the grotesque fish market, selling items of the illegal and inhumane sort (cardboard boxes full of live frogs and turtles to be bagged up), a particularly observant butcher noticed my blinking shutter and ordered me out. Well, it was actually more like, "No pictahs! Out! Out!" I hope you too are taken to a place of fish guts and other poorly stored produce upon seeing these lovelies.

posted by Jordan @ 8:24 fm