Hi, I'm moving into town, welcome to my front gate.
Haloo,,, how do ya do here in cyberland? I've just been beamed in from earth and I think that your space is a compleate gas. Please feel free to contact me if you feel the urge, find the desire, recognise the need, or simply can't figure out anything better to do for the next few miniutes. I'll even write back, I'll enjoy it, just wait.
  • There's this level inside me that has me espouse theories on nearly every topic known to meself and me pals and this seems like the perfect place fer doin just that, (i hope ya enjoy phonetasism, if you speak it, it sounds absolutely normal, it's just that, well,,, this is cyberland and the same rules just don't apply here, enjoy*wink*.) ya see from my trek I found that people were doing all sorts of things that were either good for the place that they were in or not and well I saw that most people that I dug were doing stuff that they cared about. I care about the state of mind of our human race. I get just a trite pissed off sometimes when I see how some people are treating others. I won't walk on political killings, I will though stand right down on top of the idea of spousal abuse. If you've ever hit your spouse out of discontent when you wern't yourself fighting for self-preservation, I've got a problem with you and you might someday have a problem with me.
  • I look around this planet and I see a ton of differant ways to live. There are religious ways, self help books, goal oriented council meetings, I am convinced that we as a species can continue through existence relatively smoothly if we can learn to distance ourselves from situations where we feel that we are not welcome. Avoid the power struggles of territorialism by sharing what we have so much of.
  • See I got this theory that if all of us, as individuals, do the things that we feel are most positive while we live, the planet will eventually grow into an easier place to live in. See for so long people have been relatively negative when it comes to interpersonal relations and ecology. These two subjects are on the forfront of the human state today. With increaced meditation in regards to these two subjects, we can find ourselves with more solutions to the most pressing problems of our times.
  • We can do it. We just need to actually put into practice what we believe to be the part of the production that will have been our times that seems to be ours to do and it will work out. It's as simple as that.
  • Arn't theories wonderful? All filled with hope and promise... We are nothing if we don't act. Harsh? Yes. It's a harsh world, people are being killed everyday because of their place in time. Others on the other hand are able to sip fine wines in nice dining rooms. Let's see what we can do to improve what we can.
  • Someday my chronological blurb will end, I hope that my existence will be seen as a positive one. I would like to leave something behind, something that might bring understanding to someone confused, or a beautifal thought to someone that hopes for just that. I simply believe in participation. I would hope that others would agree. I have been working on progects that include book manuscripts so if you know anyone that has a publishing house that would be able to publish a book of poems with a relatively large collection of art from differant sources please contact me, it could be a very good thing. And peace.
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    Mossers aka Jim Jordan or Jeem

    Well, I'm 21 years old and when people ask where I'm from I tell'em "A long trek."


    Now I'll tell ya, there's a lot of html being used in the making of this web page that I have only slight comprehention of so here's a shot Press these four words and you can see some add'ons to this page. These three too. Or maybe you'd like to read the Rave Rant. In addition on this page right here I'll give you a bit of a bio about myself.
    Well I was raised in the suburb of NYC called Westfield N.J. and I moved to West Virginia back in '91. I went to high school there and even graduated. In my senior year I published a bit of a chapbook (book of pomes;)that turned out to be something of a surprise in it's responce. See I worked on it with this guy who drew pictures named Drew O'Neill (who's now doing tatoos in southern West Virginia..304.744.6207) and well I never could keep up with the publishing of it. Dang thing sold so good that I'll never know how many of those I made. Anyway on account of it I got a scholarship at Duquesne U. in Pittsburgh, Pa. USA, and stayed there for one and a half years.
    In the spring of my first year I published another book, but this one was a bit bigger than the last one only I forgot to put page numbers on it and I didn't put pictures inside but I did have one on the front that always held the looker for a moment. So, with reviews on the back and a glue binding (that later turned out to bite) it looked like a real book, and again I sold a bunch, though not as many as the first one, surely on account of the fact that I was busier doing other things that took my time and, I think, the fact that there were no pictures inside the book itself giving rise to the common symptom of my target audience known as 'the short attention span'.
    So I had other things going on. One might wonder what it was that removed this obviously living being from the persuit of the all mighty cash unit. Well I was not only doing the school thing at a level that I could finally respect and therefore give some of my time to, but I was also performing at the local coffiehouses this 'poetry' that I was producing, and living with someone that was a great energy chef. See all I knew is that they were calling me a poet. I didn't really know what was possible by this and personally I just felt that it was a common way to express one's self. Well, I was to find out that I was something of an oddity...
    The next year rolled around and as the fates would have it, the administration found it acceptable for me to toss out the regular curriculum to one that I felt more comfortable/challenging. I was allowed into the graduate departments of a couple differant schools and I finally found rough classes. I think I made a 1.5 or something like that but what the hell? It was my sophmore year and I was having a ball. I had regular gigs at a place known as The Interstellar Cafe. I had nicknames Jammer and The Intersteller Guru, the former of which stuck for years to come (I never really said anything about the guru one, it just sorta seemed silly to tell people that one, but what the heck at this point.) and these years were anything but dull.
    See, after my first semester doing all those grad cources in my third semester of college I felt like taking some time off for the sake of my mental state. So I decided that I was going to go to Pheonix Az. to work with Habitat for Humanity. Well I got as far as the West coast, over in Oregon and they told me that they had given my room away, so I figured that I'd stay there for a bit seeing that I was staying with a relative and it was a way cool-lookin city. The city was Eugene, probably the coolest city that I have ever been to.
    It was Eugene that solidified my metamorphasis as a poet, see I got involved with a troup of charicters that were calling themselves a circus and just for fun I figured that I'd hang around. They were having a good time and I had a lot of free time on my hands. We were the Eugene Circus Kids at the time and since I've continued my traveling and kept in touch, I've heard the name Dog Kingdom House Band used to say who they are. (Dog kingdom is a term to refer to the space in which Ken Kesey is regarded as the king. See there's something of a special land out there with Snodgrass' commune and all the Prankster power thatjust plain is, it's really a beautifal thing. See the link at the botom of this page.) We later were known as The Group Formerly Known as The Eugene Curcus Kids on account of a burrial skit that formally ended us, reality being though we never missed a beat. We had gigs on wednesdays with the Lost Creek Gang who were some of the Pranksters of Ken Kesey (and sometimes Ken himself would be there) and we just kept on havin a great time.
    Well it all changed for me when I went chasing after the girl who I thought was the girl of my dreams, she was beautiful, vegan, and mine. Only she moved. She was living on a commune that I eventually was living on too and her contract ended and she wanted to go live with her parents for the summer before she'd come back to school in the fall and well I wanted to be with her more than anyone else so I figured a way to go to the Bay area to be with her. She liked the idea too. I got in touch with some communes and set the whole gig up. When I got there things started falling apart. Getting robbed never helps and I had no contacts in the whole place after having my papers stolen along with my money, so I was 600 miles away from home and on my own in San Fransisco, no treat. I finally got a job but the debt I ran up in the process,,, whoo lets just say that I'm hoping to have it paid off by this time next year, but the interest there for a while was fifty bucks a month and I was paying 250 to get at it once I could. 60 hours a week makes things happen.
    So Frisco didn't work out and I decided that I was going to go fight the fires in Florida for having been trained in wildland firefighting in Oregon, but they went out in a freak storm while I was on my way, so I went back to school at WVU, West Virginia University, it's in a city known as Morgantown which is about 70 miles to the south of Pittsburgh. I've recently moved to Pittsburgh after a stint in Morgantown that rolled there pritty well. I'm trying to get off the ground with publishing, I've been busy.
    For example I'm working with an editor and a computer graphics designer on my most recent book that has been reviewed by the former chairman of the psycology dept. at WVU. I am trying to figure out how to publish because on my pell grants there is no section for publishing costs. So I'm sort of in limbo about that, but hey, I'm an optimist. (ie.if you've got more money than you think you could spend all by yourself, why don't you talk to me about funding a progect...) I believe in illumination.
    So rock on high as you traverce the part of the univerce that you've been given to travel, cause there just isn't another you and you will be the only one there ever was. So have a good one. Peace!
    Greetings, I just set this page up so hang loose around the edges if you notice the occasional blatent mistake, even let me know if you want.

    If you like, you could go to the link directly below to get your own 20MB of free webspace. It's pritty easy to do. Have a good one.

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    Oh yea, I update this thing as a hobby, so you might want to come back every now and then to see what changes time has brought this page.
    Thanks for coming by, I'd like to hear from ya. I think humans are cool. So if ya want please e-mail me and share.
    		Some of my interests are
    • Art and Artists
    • Books/Magazines
    • Cartoons/Cartoon Books
    • Conservation/Environment
    • Counterculture
    • Kid's Stuff
    • Makin music with a pick up band or Dj
    • Music styles I dig: Blues, Jazz, Experimental,
    • Rock and roll, Techno, Electronic
    • Natural Sciences
    • News/Current Events
    • Parenting
    • and other such things that make me smile.
      So remember a good time is the best time, so maybe we can do it right.
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