North to Denton: A PhotoJournal - Part One

Let's start this post off right. The frick is Denton at?

It's 40 miles north of the Dallas/Fort Worth metro area. Right at the border between metropolitan and rural North Texas.

Georgia, Part VI

Making my way to Texas, driving fast, the sun's down, and I'm homebound

Coming soon to the ESF

Motherfuckers

Don't ever share your hookah. EVER.

Coming Tuesday night to the ESF, celebrating three years

Georgia V

"It says it's here, but it's not."

Downtown

Alyssa thought it would be great to go out and explore what we could in Columbus for the short time we were there. So around 9PM or so, we went out in search of any hookah bar in the city. She found one, close to the waterfront, in historic downtown Columbus.

Three Years of the ESF

Hey hey!

We gotta keep it going.

I have to say, if someone told me three years ago that I would: A) have a blog; B) lose a friend; C) keep said blog for three years, I probably would have blown you off.

But hey, here we are, three years later, and still going strong.

It's strange to note how I have changed in the last three years, including how my insights on things and what I've experienced have also gone with it. Being exposed to different people and exploring their worlds has helped me look beyond myself, into something different.

And when it comes to crediting with the "foundation" of my "foundation", a little of it goes to The Archenemy. I mean, if it wasn't for our misunderstanding about a visit to Mexico, I probably wouldn't have the ESF, although I'd probably have a blog, but with some out-of-place name.

I also have to thank those who stumble on this ship-- shit, at least it floats.

And really, isn't that the most important thing in life?

I think it is. Having awesome mac and cheese is a good goal, too.

So welcome to the ESF, and thanks for reading this little modest piece of three years of my "foundation".

- Eddie

Georgia, Part IV

"That little bastard."

Sweet Georgia

Crossing over the Chattahoochee to Columbus made me anxious as fuck.

I realized that as we got closer to their home, I would have to meet the step-siblings of Alyssa. From what she told me in Texas, I was more than a little apprehensive of how they'd react to me.

Georgia, Pt. III

After falling asleep during the last forty miles of Mississippi, I awoke later on to Alabama.

"Shortcut"

Exiting the interstate some distance into Alabama, we drove off the interstate onto Alabama 17, a two-lane highway that led through the small town of York (which actually looked really quaint). To pass the time, Alyssa and I started watching, at her insistence, Finding Nemo, a film which I've actually never watched fully through.

Georgia, Pt. II

As we slowly made our way through East Texas, the music being piped in through the car's satellite radio got to Alyssa and her sister.

(East) Texas... cont'd

I fell asleep some 15 miles into Kaufman County.

I awoke an hour later, around 9 AM, to the car slowing down and coming to a stop. I heard Gloria talking, and checking on the kids in the back. When it came my turn to be visually-analyzed, she called out my name.

"Eddie-wedy... Eddie-wedy..."

UP XLI-B

It's so good to be back, guys.

I've been away for two weeks, and that explains the lack of any activity. Now, the blog has had it's look updated, and everything seems on track. And now, for a mid-week edition of University Press.

Normal publishing schedule back on, guys. :)

Georgia, Pt. I

One of my longest friendships has been with this girl named Alyssa, and her on-and-off again boyfriend of four years, Reynaldo.

I met them both during my freshman year in high school, where a little less weird version of me egged on of them on to get with the other. I believe it was Rey to her, but so much time has passed, I can't quite recall. As their relationship blossomed, so did my friendship with them. Things got much closer during my junior year, when I had classes with both of them.