I have seen 7 different productions of this...

Six of them live. *
One of them the version below.
And.
I have seen three different cartoon interpretations, my favorite being, "Joseph: King of Dreams."
Other versions being... The Veggie Tales variety: Little Joe and the Amazing Technicolor Dream Vest.
And a version slightly more Christian and a little less musical.






Ten-four. Whiskey hotel alfa tango uniform papa whiskey india tango delta alfa tango?
Fogelberg out.



* not that I am, like, the biggest fan of Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat. But my mother is, and I am just a fan of musical theatre. And theatre in general.

Don't let the "Censor" get you down!

Instead of recommending you enjoy medical marijuana* to become more in-tune with yourself and your surrounding environment, e.g. the universe, feel free to partake of this self-exploration exercise.

Before you do this:
Don't let yourself censor yourself. Go quick to avoid second-guessing.
Don't be afraid to be frivolous. Irrational. Or. Nonsensical.

Buried Dreams Exercise:

1. List five hobbies that sound fun.

2. List five classes that sound fun.

3. List five things that you personally would never do but sound fun to you.

4. List five skills that would be fun to have.

5. List five things you used to enjoy doing.

6. List five things you would like to try once.


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Do your answers surprise you? And how do they align with your current path in life?
Never feel like a bad forest ranger for branching off the trail - how otherwise would you get to witness the fairy rings and secret treehouses? Hmm? It's not like to you have the TM move Secret Power to find your secret base - you gotta go out there on your own, hunt down your secret base yourself!

My answers did not personally surprise me.
Although, I hadn't realized quite how much I wanted to learn how to ride a unicycle. Probably thanks to Demetri Martin, circa If I. I also didn't realize how much I had seriously considered an off the wall offer to learn roller derby from a roller derby-ist, and how much I really want to break dance. One day, one day.

Fogelberg out.

*I do not personally partake in medical or recreational marijuana use, and only disagree with its use when used illegally. Call me a dinosaur, but I take the law seriously! (read: The Clash video below)

Musings at 2am.

I think that humans are sometimes designed and constructed to be miserable. It is with and only by feeling stuff like angst, frustration, desire, failure and misery that we ever are able to be happy. If we didnt have the contrast of the (prepare for a cliche) dark, we wouldn't ever be able to see the light with a full understanding and appreciation.

It isn't just the said contrast that makes misery so important. Feelings of misery, doubt, and whatever other abstract noun you would like to apply to yourself have forever and will likely for a vey long time fuel us to do great things if we channel it right. I have been creating art again. I went running. I put extra effort into everything I did at my place of employment. Heck, I watched Grey's Anatomy with more depth and attempt to understand the socioemotionality of each character as scripted drama played out. The thing I just listed were incredibly far from meriting the word "great", but it was the product of a tiny fraction of emotional pain channeling out in what I believe is a positive way.

Without all the crappy feelings we get throughout the day, we would be driven to do the things we do. Of course many, and a lot of he best things ever done were done out of love or another positive emotion. But think about it: so much o life and he things we do, people we affect and choices we make are determined by our ability to channel ou the crap we feel in a productive way. It is now almost 3am and I'm still struggling with the urge to go finish shading the wrinkles of a shirt or fine lining the emotion in a face... Because art... That's how we turn misery onto euphoria.

George Michael, why's it gotta be this way?

Your status as a gay icon seems to have me auto-fan'd, however, to dissuade me from your fanbase is the fact that your music is a) repetitive and nonsensical, b) doesn't really fit into the "if they're not dancing, they're not buying" motto the store has, and has c) a billion remixes that all sound similar if not the same makes me want to sleep on the cobbled brick floor while I am busy getting my sales associate on.

It's starting to get to the point where I don't respect your "25 million copies sold worldwide" (even The Black Eyed Peas have sold 27 million, yo).

I am also a huge fan of Wham! but... this has definitely gotta stop, dude.
I am so sick of your hyper-synthesized repetitive ballads (read: I want your sex, faith, money, etc etc) that even the six month old Jennifer Hudson track is preferable.
Also.
She's hot.

Can't wait until we get our Mamma Mia! cds back in...

That's all.
Fogelberg out.

@ The Doctor's Office

Doctor's offices.

They, for real, terrify me. They send me into a mad panic; my blood vessels shrink, my heart beats faster, my hands sweat, and I have an overwhelming urge to vomit my lungs up.

What is it about them?
Sickness? Possible encounter with debilitating germs? White gloves? Weird interior design choices? The beds? The chairs? The sterility? The focused meeting of the eyes? Perhaps a fear of stethoscopes, needles, and popsicle gag sticks?

The receptionists always seem confrontational, money-grubbing, and unapproachable. The nurses seem cold. And the doctors, creepy, old, graying men. Okay. So that's a little 20th century - I mean, these days you can hook yourself up with a female gynecologist and it is okay.

And I guess it's reasonable for the receptionist to seem confrontational - they have to be the ones that force money and organization upon health care. That's a heavy task.

Today I walked away with six vials less of blood, an appointment for an MRI, a referal to a neurologist, some loss of self-dignity (hurk!), and three new holes in my body: meningitis shot, gardisil shot, and blood letting hole.

I shouldn't be surprised that such things make me quiver in my boots - I am generally anxious about most things.
But while I may tremble and be scared and knot my stomach into tiny anxiety-caused knots and have insecurity-induced fears, I am not afraid.

Watch out world, I ain't stayin' in that self-pity closet any longer!

Fogelberg out.

FOGELBERG IN THE HIZZITY-HOUSE, YE-YEAH YIPPITY YAP YO.

I am the ultimate chill as I type this "informal formal introductory post to be the former to any latter" up on my handy handheld smart phone while sitting in my urban public transit vehicle of choice - train - on my way to my novelty gifts-filled place of employment.
First and foremost, I am a dreamer. And as unrealistic as it sounds, I am aiming on achieving all and every dream. In some form anyway.
I write - plays and poetry and nonfiction and short stories. I read - practically everything. I play - videogames, boardgames, table tops. 
I also have notoriously bad taste.
This is a picture of a train station seat, and a note someone left there - today.
Fogelberg out. Repeat: Fogelberg out.



*the note says "waiting for trains sucks" with a little thumbs up

Introductory Post.

So, as a precursor to anything else I will be posting, I thought that it would be best if I made an introduction to the world.

I am Applejacked.

I am a work in progress. Hobbies include music (listening not making), art (making not viewing), and longboarding (attempting and often falling). I am one of the lucky people who knows themselves, and what they want. What they will and won't do, and where the line is drawn.

The First Post.

There are two things to everything, and everyone. A beginning, and and an end. We all know this and accept it as truth, even when the truth that yes, all things must end, they must begin too.

This post represents such a beginning. The brainchild of two university students (students of life if you will) this web log will be forming and developing and growing in ways you can not even imagine, and as fate will have it... it will come to an end. But not now. Not ever. Not while we are here with some medium to translate our thoughts and ideas through to the digital sea in which you are currently roaming. Countless 1's and 0's, it will penetrate and ensnare your very mind, heart, and soul.

Welcome reader, to Applejacked and Fogelberg. Here we hope you will find a place of solace and self discovery. A world of perspectives and opportunities to extend your mind, views, and arms around these words which we will be writing.

Please feel free to leave any comments, questions, philosophies, or possibly concerns that you have.
Always,
Applejacked.