This is a question I ponder daily. The conclusion I most often come up with
is that I am here against my will. I am waiting for an appropriate time to solve that.
Read in to that what you will.
I am the third adopted child to John and Marjorie Jackson. My brother, the oldest,
lives outside of San Bernadino in So. California. My sister lives here in Washington
State on the Olympic Peninsula, in a town called Poulsbo. I currently live in Tacoma.
(It's the City of Destiny.) I've been here for almost 8 years. I used to desperately
want to live in Seattle. For the time being I can't afford such a move, even if I
did want to go. All my energies are currently spent just staying sane and alive--literally.
Most days I'm okay, but sometimes I just lose it, becoming very black and stormy inside.
Oddly enough, I'm black and stormy looking on the outside almost all the time.
I hold a class B commercial drivers license and drive a truck for a living.
Before that, I was part of the computer industry where I spent a few years until I
grew tired of the bullshit ("They're not idiots, they're users."), and the Microsoftication
of everything. I am also a vegetarian. I have been for years now. It's not because I give
a rip about the animals (Paul McCartney and that bitch wife of his can kiss my ass).
I'm not some crystal rubbin' hippie freak. Rather, it's a health and quality of life
issue. I just feel better. Besides, I don't have a shred of biological medical history.
I don't know what I am predisposed to. There are philosophical reasons in there, too,
of course. Such as it takes sixteen pounds of grains and soybeans to produce one pound
of cow meat. It just doesn't make sense that we push meat so much when there are people
right in this country that go hungry every day. But, I digress. (If you want to learn
more about Vegetarian stuff there is a link on my "other links" page.
And remember, I'm not in this for the animal rights aspects although almost all of
the Veg world is.)
Back to the Seattle topic for a moment...
Seattle has some of the most ridiculous rent prices in the country. US$500.
will get you a dirty studio apartment in a shoddy building in a bad part of town.
Now that's my idea of a deal... The city has the heartless and profiteering Development
Industry to thank for that. Most of us have heard of the story where a developer buys an apartment
building, throws everybody out, then turns the place in to condos. Happens in Seattle
all the time. Most of the buildings that's happened to were once low-income housing. Many
of the people find themselves homeless after being kicked out. Others are forced to leave
the city that is simply getting too expensive for the working class. All for the sake of
a greasy buck. That is probably one of the greatest crimes in the country. Ain't our system great...?
The woman you see here is names Nora Rainey. Soon it Will be Nora Jackson.
Yes, this is my girlfriend and fiancee. She works at the hospital behind my apartments.
That's where we met. The story is that the hospital has an esspresso bar that is open
from 1am until 8pm every night. Nora works there on the weekends, and fills in from her
regular job during the week. I started getting coffee there after work every once in a
while. I went up there one day during the time she was filling in, and met her for
the first time. It took a while but we started talking. One thing led to another
and we fell in love. She is incredible. She is also studying to be a registered nurse. We are planning on being wed
16 January, 1999. This is still kinda tentative on a few things we need
to figure out. Purely logistical stuff. I don't really know what else to say without
turning this in to a bad romance novel. So, I guess that's enough. I love you babe.
My father, to whom this site is dedicated, died 2 January 1996 at 72.
He'd be tickled to see himself on such a global medium. He tried so hard
to learn the basics about computers. Whenever I would go down to Eugene
to visit, I would get so frustrated with him for sitting and playing solitaire
like it was the greatest thing since sliced bread. For someone who lived
through the Depression, I guess it was. He did use TurboTax and Quicken
like nobody's business, though. He was also taking continuing ed classes
on computer basics. He once told me, "I waited seventy-one years to have
one of these, and I'm gonna get as much out of it as I can." In fact, I
think I still have some of his notes and text books around my apartment
somewhere. So, solitaire or not, he really was making the effort. I just
couldn't get him to hang out at the dos-prompt enough. :)