Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Jeremy Cochran

So, I went to traffic court today and WON!!! How crazy is that? I presented evidence and it actually worked and now I'm relieved. Is this a sign that I should go to law school? I sure hope not. "Jeremy Cochran" has a weird sound to it...

So, I have about 10 billion movies I want to see right now. _NINE_, _The Young Victoria_, _Sherlock Holmes_, and _The Princess and The Frog_ I'm going to wait until later to see _NINE_ because my friend who I wanted to see it with is out of the country for a bit. Hmm. Maybe I will see it twice?

Last and final thought, Bacardi Limon taste like vodka. It caught me off guard.

All of my partners in crime are out of town...someone entertain me.
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Monday, December 28, 2009

I Feel The Wind; 5,6,7,8,9,10.

My thoughts are disorganized today -- and have been for the past few days. However, because I promised to keep my blog active, I will post 5 random thoughts, and hopefully over the next few days I can mesh them together to create something meaningful.

1. Where there's a will there's a way; I'm determined to figure out my purpose in life.
2. I am a believer in divine interventions, but I also believe in parapsychology and I often confuse the two/give one credit for the other one's work.
3. I have grown as a person, but I'm not sure what to do with this "extension" of myself.
4.I love soul music because there is often a story behind any well-written, sad song. "A bird doesn't sing because it has something to say, it sings because it has a song." - Maya Angelou (I paraphrased this quote a bit because I pulled it from memory).
5. I know [you] love me. If [you] are unsure if I love [you] back or not...well, [you] ought to know.
(I have a feeling this will confuse a few people).

Goodnight my little monsters.
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Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Obama, African-Americans and Replacement, Oh my!

 A handful of AFRICAN-AMERICANS are expressing their disapproval for Obama's actions and inaction regarding help for the African-American community. They are charging him up as though they can replace him for it.

Speaking of replacement, this is what the firm I work for decided to use as a temporary replacement for an attorney that was out today, hahahaha. Read my post below for an elaboration of the above-stated.

So, Danny Glover and a few other African-American, high-profile actors and members of Congress are expressing their criticism for Obama recently. Why are they upset you ask? They feel that the African-American community has not received enough benefits since Obama's administration has taken to the White House.

Honestly, I think it's silly. We have been dealing with one of the worst economic downturns since the Great Depression, and it's hard for me to believe that any intelligent person would speak out expressing their opinion that a certain group has not received any special benefits when the President and his administration is fighting a battle affecting the ENTIRE nation.

Obama acknowledges that many African-American citizens are victims of predatory lending for mortgages and he claims that it is an effect of " a long history of [African-Americans] being the last hired and the first fired." Obama goes on to state that he can't pass laws, "that say I'm just helping black folks. I'm the president of the entire United States."

Can we as African-Americans expect to receive priority responses from the Obama administration solely because he is, himself, African-American? Isn't is the same argument the community used against Bush, but in an inverse and negative way?

Yes, attention needs to be paid to those suffering in the effects of predatory lending, but if a larger issuse is at hand -- one that affects the country as a whole-- priority takes its toll. I would imagine most to understand that. The government can't resolve minority issues if majority issues aren't taken care of. Otherwise, it would only be a periodic fix, cyclical with its damages.

If you want to check out the article, here's the link|aim|dl1|link3|

Obama knows that he has more African-American supporters that are satisfied with the job he's doing versus those who are unsatisfied, so I would imagine he isn't really worried about Mr. Glover and his counterparts. just sayin'...

The Fall of Rome

Happy Monday. I am currently reading this novel by Michael Curtis Ford. I loved _Alexander_, _Troy_, _300_, and all those other ancient Rome or Greece war movies and this book has great ratings, specifically for historical accuracy and battle descriptions. However, if you're looking for Brad Pitt, Colin Farrell, Orlando Bloom or 300 six packs, you will have to dwell in your own imaginations, because novels don't have pictures.

I'm trying to be smart and read more intelligent books since grad school will be the most reading I've ever done in my life. If that fails, I have _The Emperor's Children_ on standby, hahaha.

Much love and many blessings. I'm off for another cup of tea.
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Sunday, December 20, 2009

Sun Day

So it's the Sunday before Christmas and everyone is running chaotic trying to get things done. Take a second to breathe today and after that check out this site:

Seriously, if I could marry a blog, I would be on my way to Vegas right now. Pair the prep style with a classic bottle of Dior Homme cologne, and you are good to go.

My QOTD (written by me) "Never let anyone dull your shine. If you let negativity ride, pretty soon, it's going to want to drive."

I gots me a hot date tonight, so umm....


Friday, December 11, 2009

Don't Call Me Gaga

The title is random because I don't have anything major to say today; it's been a weird day. I do want to say this: Don't let anyone dull your shine. People will push you to your LIMITS at times, but every time you make it past that incident, you prove to yourself (because no one else really matters in regards to your self-enhancement) that you are stronger than your adversity.

On another matter, I found this video very funny today :

My favorite part is "Remember that one time when we were at the movies and you sat next to me and I started shaking and you asked what's wrong and I said nothing it's just my epilepsy?" Haha! How many of you have had "epilepsy?" I won't even give a certain someone that much satisfaction by mentioning my epileptic moment.

Friday, December 4, 2009

My Christmas Wish

It's snowing in Houston, Texas today. I don't know how many people realize how rare and special this is, but it instantly puts all the Scrooges in good spirits. It's cold and wet, but what a beautiful mess.

The holiday season is always very introspective for me; from family memories to soul searching, it's just something about this time of year that makes me look inside rather than out. Last night in my "sleep," which is always a mixture of subconscious thoughts and tossing-and-turning motions, I recalled something very special from my childhood that for a while, I had forgotten: the smell of freshly-cut Christmas trees. I remember being at home on cold nights, and I never knew when, but my dad would come in the door dragging a HUGE Christmas tree (usually so tall, it would have to be cut to fit in the door).

The smell of the Douglas fir tree (always my favorite and requested kind) would fill the house for weeks; oh, how times have changed. Now, Christmas time means finals, term papers, but every now and then, I take a few hours to go to the Houston Galleria to buy gifts for family and friends and just inhale the scents of cinnamon apple candles and June Christy's or Nat King Cole's swingin' Christmas music (maybe a little Michael Buble').

So, as I was thinking about Christmas gifts for my very meticulous mother, I asked my friend in class what she was getting her mother for Christmas and her response made me tingle. I said, "Hey, what are you getting your mom for Christmas" and she replied with, "Oh, after the longest search ever, my mom finally found a bone marrow donor match for her transplant, and I don't think anyone in my family wants another gift this year; This is the best gift any of us could've wished for." My eyes started tearing up immediately, and in that instant I realized what this whole Christmas holiday is all about.

I know sometimes I come across as being a little "cold" or mean, but the truth is, I have so much love in my heart it's overwhelming. Whether you believe in baby Jesus being born on Christmas day or not, this holiday season, spread love, because that's really what it's all about. I will continue to go to the malls looking for presents because I love the atmosphere, but I have already vowed to not give only material gifts this year. I'm not the most artistic person, but I know how to express my love for others through writing, and that's exactly what I plan to do this Christmas. Friends, family members, co-workers, I love you all and I hope my attempt to spread the love inspires you all to do the same.

We all have so much to be grateful for this year. If you are reading this, you are most likely in good health and good spirits, meaning some divinity, crate of knowledge or intuition kept you from being harmed or even dead right now, and that's enough to be beyond grateful for. Last, but not least, take a little time out of your days this holiday season (and hopefully beyond the season) to show someone love. Pick a random person -- someone you rarely talk to, or the closest person to you and send positive energy their way. Not everyone deserves to be rich or famous our beautiful, but everyone deserves to be loved. If God didn't give us anything else, He gave us that right, and we deserve it unconditionally. I hope I sparked a change in someone's heart today, because it's the only reason I write.

Until next time...


Sunday, November 8, 2009

Save The Date

I have nothing super insightful to write about today, so I decided to share some poetry I have been writing over the past few days. I don't title my poetry, so I use the dates as titles. I think I will title my compilation : "Save The Date." I hope you enjoy them.


Move me. Mask my confusion.
Smile at me and melt my heart; Speak to me and heighten my senses.
Electric! Push me to new heights, pull me to unfamiliar depths.
Don't get quiet now -- you are musical!

Take me to that place in your heart where time never ends
and where the end never begins.
This is the manifestation of love, the root of what we're all made of.

You've proven to be deaf to my voice, so listen to my heart.
Silently, my love. Silently...


Be careful not to speak above the resonance of the vibrations of my heart.
My heart...My heart.

That song in my heart -- those notes that only your voice can hit.
Sing sweet melodies into spaces not contained.

Just stop; whisper no more.
The world can hear you...

5/8/09 (written for a really good friend of mine)

Oh stream of life:
With bright eyes and light hearts, we stay afloat.
Gentlemen are treading -- women are bathing.
To infinity, your pool runneth over; the uncountable of youth.
Self-serve, if you please.

Oh stream of life:
After the ultimate lesson, we learn to bask
in the sun-lit reflection of gold.
And with conditioned memories, and pure hearts,
we pass your test, and prove to be forever young.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

run into the tide

I Carry Your Heart With Me

Here is the deepest secret nobody knows

(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows

higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

- E. E. Cummings


My self. It is you that challenges me so.
I can't stand you and Freud said I'm obsessed with you.
I don't have to like you to love you, so I love you with all of me.
You mirror my brain and mimic my heart; just leave me alone.
Take away everything, but leave me with my love, I pray.

My love. In reality you are my strength.
You romanticize everything, and set me up to fail.
I believe in your power, but I don't believe in you. You are unreal.
It's ok. Pain is fuel -- vehicle me to heaven, but be sure to stop by Paris.
Drop me in front of the Eiffel Tower so that you can watch me smile.

My world. You are just another sweet love song;
You burn my ears and freeze my heart.
My heart is bleeding -- and though love is a must, I choose infatuation.
The freedom I choose is the same freedom that chains me up.
I try breaking away, but love is elastic.
Draw me near so that I can run far, far away.



I put my poem up next to one of my favorite poets, E. E. Cummings. Cummings studied English at one of the finest universities in our country, yet when he wrote, sometimes he used no punctuation at all, and still his work was universally understood. Me on the other hand, I take forever, checking for grammatical errors and punctuation, and for what? Lesson learned: you don't have to take life super seriously to be understood and respected. I'm not saying that you should goof off or be irresponsible, but sometimes, just remember to treat life as an art.

My latest venture is tackling more creative writing, and more specifically, I want to write about love. It has taken a lot of guts for me to post my attempt at an art form online, but it's a growing process. No more neurotic, obsessive-compulsive Jeremy. It's sort of like taking your shoes off, rolling up your jeans and running full speed into the tide, all the while having no regrets. Some of us haven't made it to the beach yet.

Life is meant to be romantic.
It has taken me nearly 22 years to learn that.
Take a queue from me.

Sunday, July 12, 2009


It has been a while since I've blogged, so I hope I'm not rusty, haha. Several things have happened in my life since the last time I made a post. I have been tackling a force-driven endeavor to better myself by putting several things in my life into perspective. I have had several opportunities to engage in introspection, and I have some things to share.

I won't go into great detail, but a few weeks ago, I had a "falling out" with a good friend of mine over some [harsh] comments I made regarding an assumed, private situation. I feel like a simple apology on my behalf might have remedied the situation, but something inside of me told me not to do so. I have no idea where this insight came from, but all of a sudden, my gut instinct told me to hold my ground, because whether or not it made my friend feel uncomfortable, it was the truth. You should never have to apologize for the truth. This of course spun out of control, a mole hill became a mountain, and I ended up having to separate myself away from these friends, but in a weird sort of way, I felt liberated. The truth set me free. I don't regret it at all.

This story is just a lead-in to my main topic of discussion, which is changing the way we think. There is a Greek term metanoia, which translates to "a change in one's thinking. a transformative change of heart. a spiritual conversion." I like the use of the word spiritual versus religious. Whether you are a die-hard holy roller, or an atheist, we can all agree that beneath the physicality of oneself, there is something deep down inside of us, our spirit. I believe our spirit can grow and develop without any religious connotation because we, as humans, can incorporate morality, good deeds, and the betterment of oneself without mention of gods/ deities. Oprah Winfrey once said, "It isn't until you come to a spiritual understanding of who you are, not necessarily a religious feeling, but deep down, the spirit within,that you can begin to take control. " That's how I addressed my above-referenced situation. I had to look inside MYSELF to find that catalyst to make a change.

I felt bad for a few days after I technically lost about 3 friends all in one day, but I realized, I could use this positively. I came to the conclusion that it was necessary for me to realize I apologized to people for too much, and for being myself. I now understand that some people don't comprehend that, and as I move forward, bettering myself, some people want to stay where they are in life and if they aren't moving forward, they are just going to have to eat my dust. I realized that I couldn't make a change in my life with the same circumstances or people in it. Instead of looking at it as a lost, I looked at it as a potential, and assured gain. Moral of all of this: change the way you think about situations, because there is always something positive in each and every one of them, even if it's just a lesson learned.

Everything happens for a reason. Wise words from Joel Osteen, "Turn your mess into a message." If you find yourself down on your luck, and if you can't think of anything positive to come from it, use your mistakes and misfortune to warn someone who could potentially make the same mistake. It's a form of therapy, and it's good for humanity. When Michael Jackson's scalp was burned in the early 80's on the set of the Pepsi commercial, he used his awarded settlement to build a burn victims hospital. In 1980 a group of mothers, whose children were killed in a drunk driving accident started MADD (Mother's Against Drunk Driving) to help promote awareness of this, and hopefully keep other mothers from feeling the same pain. Change the way you think.

Now, changing the way you think about a situation also works for present-progressive situations as well. I can't remember which pro-baseball player it is, but I recall his story from an article I read in a magazine a while back. He told his story of how in 8th grade he decided he was going to play professional baseball, although he had never played before. He went outside with a bat and a ball and told himself, "I'm the best batter in the world," and he took a powerful swing and missed. He tried again, "I'm the best batter in the world," he took a swing, and missed again. A third time, he picked up the bat, "I'm the best batter in the world," took a swing, and missed. He thought to himself, "I will be a professional baseball player, I want it bad enough, and I'm going to do this." Days went by, and he moped, and pouted, because he felt like his dream was crushed. Refusing to be defeated, he dropped the batting idea, picked up the baseball, and said, "I'm the best pitcher in the world," and needless to say, after playing all the way through college, he was signed to a professional baseball team. He changed the way he was thinking.

Sometimes seemingly, hopeless situations get the best of us, but perseverance is the only way to get through them. I have a few friends who were devastated because their relationships with their partners didn't work out. One of the friends actually just divorced her husband, and the other friend split ways with a partner after a pretty short term, but significant relationship. Both people were really sad, and although I, myself, have never been in a relationship of this caliber, I do understand what it's like to be dismayed by love. Most people have. My advice is change heartache into hope. I'm a realist in many aspects, except love. I'm a hopeless romantic. If that relationship you thought was going to last for ever dissipates, deal with it, learn from it, but move on. If that person you liked, (for what seems to be forever) doesn't show you the time of day, show them kindness not bitterness, but move on. Someday someone is going to walk into your life, and you are going to realize why none of the other relationships worked out. Sometimes that person to walk into your life is your own self. It's your own self, but with the added spiritual contentment and fulfillment that you, if still with your partner, probably wouldn't exist. Change the way you think about situations, and watch your whole life evolve. Metanoia is key; not necessarily a religious feeling, but that deep down, spiritual feeling, that only you can understand, which uplifts you, and allows you to take control. Try it out. Let me know.

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Happiness Defined?

1. the quality or state of being happy.
2. good fortune; pleasure; contentment; joy.

I hate philosophy because the questions are so big, and no matter how many Fulbright Fellows/Scholars we get to answer them for us, our curiosity is never satisfied. With that being said, I must admit that it unnerves me a little that I referred to the Webster dictionary for the definition of happiness, and what's even scarier is that I agree with it partially.

For the longest time I always assumed that happiness was this blissful, sort of Utopian experience that one has when everything is perfect in his or her life. I would go to the park or the mall, for example, and see people smiling with their babies or holding hands with their significant others and think to myself, "Wow, I wonder what that feels like." I actually believed that these people had reached a point in their lives where everything was going right, and God himself smiled down on them daily, giving them that happiness they may or may not have deserved.

Well, recently, after talking with a really good friend of mine about these "big questions" and how hard they are to answer, I decided to see what Webster had to say about happiness. Out of all the definitions I saw for this entry, the word "contentment" stuck out the most to me. Reading this was really a pivotal point in my thinking process, believe it or not. All these years I assumed that when people said they were happy, genuinely, it meant they were on cloud nine and nothing was going wrong in their lives. Now, I suddenly realize that a) it's not about having everything perfect, it's about being content with the way things are, knowing they could be worse; and b) realizing that we, individually, have the ability to determine if we are happy or not.

My dad doesn't say very many wise things, but I never forget the time he told me "If you make one good friend in your lifetime, that's something to be happy about." I didn't take this literally, but it did make me think about how finding happiness in the simple things we have (but take for granted) is a lot easier to do that stressing over the complicated things we want, but don't have.

I know things are stressful for all of us, me included, and I know that things could be better. However, I can say that I am becoming more and more content knowing that things could be a whole lot worse, but I'm fortunate enough for that not to be the case. That makes me happy, (yup, I said it)!

Think about it...

Saturday, May 2, 2009

The Gray Zone

I haven't perfected this as a concept yet, but I wanted to blog about it anyway. There is a certain danger about being stuck in a "gray zone." While neutrality is safe and comfortable, it really isn't a positive thing. I tend to view life as an uphill battle, so if you're not moving forward, instead of staying in the same spot, in actuality, you're slowly drifting backwards. I'm quickly learning that the source of many problems in life is the gray zone.

What is the gray zone? It's the middle ground between what you want and don't want (basically the habitat of whatever you're settling for). It's the midpoint between your best and your worst (far enough past your worst to prevent guilt, close enough to your best to feel satisfied). The gray zone is that place in your relationship where you set up camp far away enough from the black (where you're cold and lonely), and close enough to the white (where everything is warm and perfect). It's the place in your career where you are a little bored with your current job, but too comfortable to dive into your ambitions and become your own boss. It can even be present in your friendships (talking bad about a friend behind his or her back versus not doing it at all). The list goes on for days, but at what point do we swim out of the gray?

Hate is a strong word, but it doesn't begin to express my feelings for this gray zone. I think people (including myself) use the gray zone as shield. It's a security blanket because everyone knows they are safe here, and they have the freedom to run out in either direction. Go 100% of the way, or 0% of the way, because anywhere else in the middle is a waste of everyone's time. Love me or hate me, but don't mix the two. Be loyal or be a flake, but don't be a face-saver. Why wake up and go to work everyday and not give it your all? Why go to class and not give the instructor your undivided attention? Why go to your church/temple/mosque/synagogue if you aren't going to leave as a better person or believe in divine power with unwavering faith?

Success has a keen sense of smell, and mediocrity is...well, malodorous. With this being said, get out of the gray zone by pushing yourself past your usual limits. When you convince yourself to settle for anything, you always end up getting less than what you deserve. I say this because when you settle, you not only lower your standards for that particular goal, you lower your expectations for life in general. Think about it...