women tattooz: April 2011

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

BOJO'S MILLEDGEVILLE GEORGIA, Bojo's boardwalk Cafe restaurant, est. 1991, Milledgeville Georgia, BoJos Baldwin County GA.

BoJo's boardwalk Cafe restaurant, est. 1991, Milledgeville Georgia, Baldwin County GA.

BoJo's Boardwalk Cafe Restaurant Milledgeville Georgia

3021 North Columbia Street

Milledgeville, GA 31061-8799

BoJo's Cafe Milledgeville Phone Number
478-453-3234

WOW Cafe - Wingery, World of Wings, Sandford Hall, GCSU Georgia College State University,

WOW Cafe - Wingery, World of Wings,
Sandford Hall, GCSU Georgia College State University,

WOW CAFE & WINGERY Restaurant Milledgeville Ga.
GCSU School Campus Dorms

Calls in welcome 478-445-5244

HOURS OPEN
Mon-Thu: 4:30p.m.-Midnight
Friday: 6:00p.m.-11:00p.m.
Saturday: 6:00p.m.-11:00p.m.
Sunday: 4:30p.m.-Midnight

World of Wings

WOW Café & Wingery is a World of Wings and so much more! Taste the New Orleans inspired sauces & spice rubs made from scratch with the finest ingredients in the world, representing the soul of southern Louisiana. WOW's diverse menu includes burgers, wraps, sandwiches, quesadillas, tenders, shrimp & more. The unrivaled catering options can make any party at home or the office a huge hit. You can order your favorite wings by the hundreds, or choose from an array of specialty platters & boxed lunches to wow the crowd. Come in and sample some of our mouth watering choices served in the friendliest of atmosphere, all while at an affordable price.

Located at Sandford Hall.

Calls in welcome (478) 445-5244.

Sunday, April 24, 2011

RIVERS STATE PRISON, Hardwick Milledgeville Georgia Baldwin County Prison Guard Line

RIVERS State Prison, Hardwick, Milledgeville Georgia

RIVERS STATE PRISON
Milledgeville Georgia 31061

State Prison, RIVERS, Milledgeville Georgia,
Hardwick,Baldwin County GA.

RIVERS STATE PRISON
Milledgeville Georgia 31061

PICKLE BARREL CAFE & SPORTS PUB MILLEDGEVILLE GEORGIA Restaurant Bar after fire next door at old restaurant, Milledgeville Georgia

PICKLE BARREL CAFE & SPORTS PUB MILLEDGEVILLE GEORGIA Restaurant Bar
after fire next door at old restaurant, Milledgeville Georgia

PICKLE BARREL CAFE & SPORTS BAR Milledgeville Georgia
1892 N. Columbia St.,
Milledgeville Georgia 31061

Pickle Barrel Restaurant Bar Phone Number
478-452-1960

OPEN 7 DAYS
18 TV's and Full Service Bar

PICKLE BARREL MILLEDGEVILLE GEORGIA Sports Bar Restaurant Counter,
PBC Pickle Barrel Cafe Sports Pub Restaurant Milledgeville GA.

PICKLE BARREL CAFE SPORTS PUB BAR MILLEDGEVILLE GEORGIA,

Pickle Barrel Sports Bar

PICKLE BARREL CAFE & SPORTS BAR Milledgeville Georgia

Fire damaged old building next door to new refurbished Pickle Barrel Cafe & Sports Pub

in old Captain D's Seafood Restaurant building in front of Old KROGER Grocery Store.

Friday, April 22, 2011

“Escape Into Chris - Entry 17” plus 1 more

Escape Into Chris - Entry 17

Posted: 22 Apr 2011 09:11 AM PDT

Jeff Luker

February 2006 – Normal, IL

A letter to my father on his 60th birthday

It is hard for me to believe that my father is 60 years old. Memories from when you used to take me to my soccer games, or sit with me in front of the computer helping me write my papers, or when we took the road trip to visit colleges – all of these memories have the quality of immediacy. They say that our capacity for memories is infinite, that once you begin digging into your past, there is no end to it. You are embedded in my past lives, through infancy, childhood, adolescence, and young adulthood. There was a golden age for our family and that was perhaps before my 10th birthday. I have fond memories of riding with you and mother in the back of the car. I don't know exactly where we were driving to – perhaps out to dinner or to a movie. And as we were driving through the Midwest Club, I remember telling jokes to you and mom and making both of you laugh. I don't know what I said that was so funny but mother would laugh hysterically. Our family was gay, cheerful, and young.

In my childhood and early adolescence, you instilled in me a rare gift which I am grateful for. I imagine that most parents, as they are raising their children, do not analyze the effect such and such a behavior will have on their children. Whatever you taught me at an early age, you taught to me by instinct. What you have given, that I cherish and employ to this day, is a freely-chosen self discipline. Without self-discipline, I doubt whether I could have stayed clean from drugs this long. Without self-discipline, I doubt I could pursue my literary ambitions. Without self-discipline, even staying in shape and quitting smoking would have been impossible. Now I have received many gifts from both you and mother but this is the gift that stands out to me as being directly from you.

The other gift, which is a close second, is a love and appreciation of literature. About a month ago we were reading Shakespeare together – how joyful was I to be in your company reading again. And what a stark contrast from my childhood years when I used to throw tantrums to escape the "reading hour." But time and patience transform everything. Here I am today thanking you for what I felt you had imposed upon me as a child. The irony implicit in this life – the story speaks for itself.

Though for a good many years mostly when you made me read out loud to you – I imagined you as an overbearing tyrant which of course you were not. But a child sometimes sees his parents through a distorted lens. And as an adolescent, especially during my addition and during the divorce, I imagined you as a personification of evil. I might have made you into a voodoo doll if I had access to one. This of course is an exaggeration but I had a lot of resentment to you and many others during this period. What still baffles me to this day is not only the spiritual strength you must have had stored in you to protect yourself from me, but also the warmth you kept burning in your heart. Never did you grow cold, never did you reject me – but always loved me – and therefore this is the best model of unconditional love I have ever been shown. And it is this model of unconditional love that I emulate toward myself and others.

After the fog of my addiction cleared, after I began to mature into early adulthood and started taking care of my body and my health, you can imagine how my view of you began to change. In a way, I immortalized you – lifted you up from the ranks of man to the tier of godhood. You became a living hero to me and I sought to model my life after you. Indeed, I had transformed my life. I was living from what many would call a second birth and after years of abusing you, I must have wanted to pour a special salve on the relationship that would heal the wounds between us. But just as during my adolescence when I made you a voodoo doll, after my recovery, I was making you into my Buddha, my idol and I was near worshiping you. But neither of these images of you matched your true relation to me.

So today, on your 60th birthday, I ask the questions – What is your true relation to me? If you are not the man I blame or the man I praise, then who are you to me? And without being too philosophical, too entangled in speculation, I feel I can make the judgment that only now am I coming to see you as you are, and to love you for the man you are. For the first time, I am not inflating or deflating you – but really starting to get to know you. When I came over a couple weekends ago and we hung up pictures and organized your books, I saw a glimpse of who that man is who I call my father. No adjective will describe him. Not because he has no qualities – but because he is of a spirit that transcends qualities. He is an individual but not an ego. He reminds me of myself but overflows beyond myself.

Dad, I love you. A gratitude is present in me right now as I pen these final words. The mystery is so inconceivable – so infinite – it surrounds me like a dream. All I am thinking – this life is too short, too short, too short…

Escape Into Chris - Entry 16

Posted: 20 Apr 2011 01:44 PM PDT

Sketch by Chris Al-Aswad

July 30, 2006 – Normal, IL

I have a backyard
my neighbors have a garden
the air reverberates with
children's voices.
Crickets chirping
the autumn stands one month ahead
looking back at the most placid day
in August – her feathered frock
gently ruffles.
My forehead is bathed in sunlight
my eyes are handsomely covered.
I sit on my patio like a spectator
wearing a disguise.
The twittering of the birds overlays
the chorus of children's voices
from far and near.
Chortles and sing song laughter.
You must see the birds flying
over the rooftops
they glide and glide.
All the winged creatures slipping
through the transparent air.
My grass smiles to butterflies
central Illinois - one giant plain
summer's last hurray – the heat
trickles down in beads of sweat
and the clipping, and twittering, cheeping
the fresh and innocent vision
Miranda calls it a "brave new world."
There's the butterfly
hear her flapping around
right over your head,
Splendid wings, gold shimmering
things like a flashing jewel
We practice our reunion
in our backyards-
we paint through our anxieties.
This is a new landscape. A new setting -
the frightfulness will disappear
the nervousness will go away
fill the cup and you will take care of your
thirst.
All the gifts were given to him
All at once from his dead mother -
mother, I am grateful
mother I am great.
the zigzag path of the butterfly
brings me out of my shade
says to me hello.
In the beginning, there were words I had
trouble saying.
In the beginning, there were words I had
trouble phrasing.
I am new here
new to a backyard.