Jim Jividen

www.myspace.com/spoonmillionaires

Reason and Ignorance, the opposites of each other, influence the great bulk of mankind. Reason obeys itself; and ignorance submits to whatever is dictated to it

  • Jim Jividen

  • 39 / Erkek
  • Inside My Head, Florida, US
  • Son Giriş: 27.11.2009

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  • Genel

    Theatrical comedy. Websites about theatrical comedy. Paying to see theatrical comedy when it comes to my town. Women who particularly enjoy authors of theatrical comedy. Spoons. Millionaires. Searching for some way to put those two things together. Come on, brain--think, think, think!..

    I'm neither anti-Semitic nor am I an opium fiend. So, if you're looking for such, I can't help. I'm sorry to disappoint.

    Go here: www.beevoonabudget.blogspot.com

  • Müzik

    80s popular music that could somehow be utilized in a play set in 1986. Like the theme from Silver Spoons, for example. "Here we are/face to face/a couple of Silver Spoons./Hoping to find/we're two of a kind/making it something/making it something else." Tremendous...

    I got a bearskin rug. I got a fireplace too. I love me the Grammy Awards, where it's 1984 forever.

    My favorite song is the version of Everlong that Grohl sang on Stern. If you haven't heard it I'm uncertain we have anything left to discuss.

  • Filmler

    Movies? Seriously. Who has time to waste on what is probably a terrible movie that includes absolutely no references to spoons or millionaires? Instead of movies, why not spend time at the live theater? Perhaps at a comedy. Modesty prevents me from suggesting which one...

    Oh, I guess I do like documentaries. And gay porn. But not documentaries of gay porn, curiously. I find those to be pretentious.

    I liked Juno; actually, I liked her quite a bit, the actor and the character (and it had my Arrested Development guys in it, and I still heart Arrested Development with the intensity of a thousand suns).

    But here's the thing. I would have liked it better if she hadn't gotten pregnant.

    I'm not against her getting pregnant (although, if I'm in her life, she stays at the abortion clinic) I just really liked that type of female character, and you don't see it that much. I would have liked to have seen her cutting school, for example, instead. Like Juno's Day Off. In the sequel she can get knocked up.

    Bigger, Stronger, Faster is a good documentary.

  • Televizyon

    I liked Buffy. But those bastards ripped it off the air and broke me in my tender places. Now, I just go to the theater to see Spoon Millionaires, which is a lot like Buffy, but you really have to see it a number of times to make that connection...

    I enjoy watching commentary tracks. It turns what would otherwise not be a documentary into a documentary watching experience.

    Sopranos is gone. The Wire is gone. After The Shield goes (and yes, you should have been watching The Shield) I'm left with only my Green Acres reruns. Talking pig. Hah! What will they think of next?

    I'm currently enjoying Big Love, Friday Night Lights, and US of Tara. Am I the only one who thinks of Tara as similar to the Incredible Hulk?

  • Kitaplar

    .. Books are overrated, compared, you know, to theatrical comedies. Although, I do enjoy whatever is the most recent leftist screed. I'm way left. Like, "I worked for Jerry Brown in the Democratic Primary in 1992 and since then the Democrats have been far, far, far too conservative for me" left...

    In fact, although I've been voting for President since I was 17 (true story) a candidate I've voted for has never once won. Not a primary. Not a general election. (True story.) I get an unnatural degree of satisfaction from this.

    Once again, I lost this year as well. The candidate I voted for in the primary not only lost the primary but now has dropped out of the race. 20 Years of Losing! I should get t-shirts made.

    Yes, for those of you who aren't reading the blog, I did vote for Obama. I'll need a new rap.

    The Age of American Unreason is worth your time. I'm about to read the new Glenn Greenwald. Chris Hedges knows what he's talking about much of the time too. Read the new Thomas Frank. And Barbara Ehrenreich. And Eric Alterman's new book. That'll do you.

  • Kahramanlar

    Heroes...I'm a little too solipsistic to really have heroes, but I guess U.S. Supreme Court Justice Willian Brennan, who first articulated the notion of the living Constitution and everyone who badgers their area theaters to write the co-authors of Spoon Millionaires a sweetass check in order to bring the greatest theatrical comedy ever written to their town...

    Were you to read a summer, 2007 blog entry, you'd see that my heroes often times wind up committing homicide. So, if say, Michael Moore or The Fonz ever wind up killing everyone in a convenience store one night, blame me. I have the power supreme!

Detaylar

  • Durum: İlişkide
  • Doğduğu Yer: San Francisco/Rural Ohio/South Florida
  • Cinsel Tercih: Heteroseksüel
  • Boy: 187 cm
  • Etnik kimlik: Beyaz / Beyaz Irk (Kafkas)
  • Burcu: Terazi
  • Çocuklar: Kararsız
  • Sigara: Hayır
  • Eğitim: Lisansüstü sonrası
  • Meslek: College instructor

Okullar

Ne Diyor

Hakkımda:

Hi. I'm Jim.

I'm a lawyer, having been a dues paying member of the California Bar since I was 24.

But I don't do that anymore. So, I suppose I'm a failed lawyer. Aw.

And I'm a professor, teaching at a small college in south Florida since the top of 2004 after earning a 4.0 in picking up my second graduate degree, this one a Masters in US History. I'm good at the gig. If, in a peculiar twist, the fate of humanity were to rest on one man to deliver a lecture on the categorical imperative or involuntary manslaughter, I'd be the guy you wanted at the podium.

But my school recently shut my department down, leaving me to scramble for courses. I believe next quarter I'm teaching The Poetry of the Oppressed. So, I suppose I'm a failed professor. Aw.

I'm a playwright. In 2006, a play I co-authored, Spoon Millionaires was produced in Ohio. I've been speaking, performing, or writing constantly since I was 14; this seemed to be my best shot at fortune, glory, and having my peculiar combination of whimsy and obstinance recognized by the world at large.

And it's funny. Honest. If you read it, you'd like it. Everyone does. And believe me, having written plenty of things that most people barely understand, I know when it is people enjoy something I've written.

But it doesn't appear to matter, as it seems that I've failed at this also. Wait for it....aw.

I won a bunch of money on a game show; started a sketch comedy troupe; DJ'd for a local radio station; was a stage actor, a National Endowment for the Humanities Scholar, and a nationally awarded competitive speaker.

But truthfully, most of those things turned out badly too. Discouraging. Single tear.

I like San Francisco sports teams. I like food I do not eat. In ways good and bad, I am the Charlie Browningest sumgun you ever met. I aspire to be an agoraphobic.

I dig me. A lot.

I'm a bit of a mixed bag, all told. I mean, if you're expecting Billy Dee Williams, you're probably in the wrong place. But I do irrationally enjoy barking out the word "Ballin'!" for no apparent reason.

I occasionally blog. I think I'm good at it. If you'd like to hire me for a book or a television series or a children's party, or a donkey show, I'm likely to accept. I'm less discerning than one might think.

I am unnaturally attracted to the letter L. I like conjunctive adverbs. I enjoy the quirky, and were I to ever meet a woman whose eyesight is failing and whose standards are sufficiently low that she would consider spending her life with me, probably she would be left handed, at least metaphorically. It's not a dealbreaker if her name is without L, but it would really help a brother out. In fact, if you are a single woman and you have L's in your name, I would almost certainly date the hell out of you. It's a concern.

Currently, however, I wouldn't. 'Cause I sort of met somebody. She's good, despite only having the one L in her last name. I am hoping to keep her around for a little while. She has many, many dogs and I squeeze their heads sometimes. It's a good system. She gives me the feelings.

I get me, Chico. Whether you do or not.

I like to talk about the American Railway Union led Pullman strike from the end of the 19th century; I like to talk about the 14th Amendment being the most significant piece of legislation in the history of the Western Hemisphere; I like to talk about the many variants of the suplex.

I have any number of aliases:

Toothless Julie, the Recently Debt-free.

Bo, the World's Most Gorgeous Retard

Kinda Slutty Louise, Who Cannot Play the Banjo.

Ernie Who Hoards Mints for the Winter

Tom the Itinerant Sheet Cake Thief,

Margie, who had 2 Back Alley Abortions even after Roe v. Wade.

Toby the Bearded, Who Eats His Own Beard

Toothache Jackson, the Lightly beaten.

But you can call me Jim. Or Miss Jackson, if you're nasty.

There are people who, for whatever mildly disturbing reason, find me entertaining and/or sexy. I worry about these people.

Thanks for popping in. You've taken the first step to real enlightenment. Consider subscribing to my newsletter and indulging in my decadent homemade foodstuffs. David Blaine's magic is real and I believe in him. You can also find me at the following sites:

www.spoonmillionaires.com

www.whatifwrestling.blogspot.com

The Blog of Revelation

The Blog of Revelation

And, of course, read my myspace blog. It's right up there in its assigned location- go get it, son! Snatch the pebble from my hand! It's in English and everything; you can read it left to right and sound out the big words.

Proud of you. Mean it. For reals.

Kimle tanışmak isterim:

"Nothing is as unbearable to man as to be completely at rest, without passion, without business, without diversion, without employment. This is when he feels his nothingness, his deprivation, his insufficiency, his dependency, his impotence, his hollowness. Presently, and from the depths of his soul he will bring up ennui, blackness, sadness, grief, resentment, despair." - Blaise Pascal "I heart naps." - Jim Jividen