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                <title>New Site FINALLY live!</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 31 Aug 2008 22:54:27 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Ok, so I've been working my butt off on this site and it's finally paid off. I have officially finished the site and posted <em>some</em> content. There isn't much content yet, but it will grow as I post more. I am very pleased with how it's turned out.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.eight7teen.com">The New Site</a><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Yoshi-9</author>
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                <title>To call, or not to call...</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 16 Jul 2008 19:03:39 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ That is the question.<br /><br />Well, I took my resume to the company I was hoping to acquire a job at, but unfortunately enough for me... the person I was hoping to talk to and give my resume to was in a meeting. So, I was forced to hand off my resume to someone I'd never heard of and TRUST that it would make it into his (the other guy's) hands. It's been two days now, is that too soon to call and say "Hey, did you get my resume?"<br /><br />Or should I just wait so I don't sound completely needy and helpless? Hmm...<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Yoshi-9</author>
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                <title>Résumé</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 10 Jul 2008 10:58:44 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So, I've found a company that said they are willing to <b>possibly</b> overlook the fact that I'm not <em>formally</em> educated in web and graphic design. They said they would have a look at my resume and portfolio.<br /><br />Bad thing is, I have neither! I need to "whip" one up pretty quick and take to them. It's not often you find someone who's willing to give you a chance. <br /><br />Second bad thing is, I have no clue how to build a professional looking resume. Sure, I could go online and build some two-bit piece of crap in some online tool... but doesn't that sort of defeat the whole purpose of being a designer? <br /><br />I can make a portfolio of things I've created over the years, but I have no clue how to write good things about myself. I've heard that the key to a good resume is to "sell" yourself. <br /><br />Well, if anyone has any good pointers, tips or ideas, I'm all ears! I guess if worse comes to worst, I'll just go throw together some crappy thing off the net and slap a staple in it. I'd just <b>rather</b> build one of those artsy fartsy looking resumes you see designers do.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Yoshi-9</author>
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                <title>WordPress</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 09 Jul 2008 01:13:34 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I swear, if I never see another line of php generated by <a href="http://www.wordpress.org">WordPress</a>... it won't be too soon!<br /><br />Sifting through the mountains of code to "hack" a decent layout is a pretty hard task to say the least!<br /><br /><br />WHEW!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Yoshi-9</author>
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                <title>The Most Powerful Weapon...</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 19 Feb 2007 23:09:24 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ You know in the past 7 years of my life I've experienced/endured more painful and traumatizing things than most people who are twice my age. I've served in the military straight out of high school, during which time I've SEEN two of my close friends die due to the stupidity of someone who was supposed to set the example for the lower ranked soldiers... One (Jeremy) wound up falling asleep during a training mission while we emplaced explosives near his position, we all fell back to the bunker to set it off... but realized after we had already initiated the 30 sec time delay that he wasn't there with us thanks to his squad leader forgetting about him. Another, (Chad) was a team leader, and with that position came the responsibility of being the first person to go "down range" and check to make sure that all the charges were set off after we heard the booms... Well, thanks to the stupidity of a Sgt who wanted to get rid of some extra "Det Cord" without informing the rest of us that he added another explosive charge to the group.... When Chad went to check after we heard the assumed number of explosions... Well, we had to put the pieces of his body in a trash bag. These are things that not only should people never have to see, but especially not at that age, and moreover than that... NOT DURING A TRAINING MISSION!!!<br />
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Now, I was also part of the "cleanup/rescue" crew who was first dispatched to search for survivors during the blackhawk helicopter collision in 2001 in Hawaii. Two BlackHawk helicopters collided during a training mission... No survivors.<br />
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As if these things alone aren't enough to scar someone mentally... I have been married, during which time I had two children with her. Zach, my first son... The love of my life. I still remember waking up to him crying at night. I would take him into the living room and turn on the song "With Arms Wide Open" and sing it to him while I swayed back and forth and he would fall asleep so peacefully. I remember the first time I held him at the hospital... Such a sobering feeling. To think that something that small, something that helpless, was counting on ME to be his protection, provider, nurturer, and caregiver. His life was in my hands... LITERALLY. That's something that no one can understand until it happens to them. Ben, my second son... I actually feel somewhat ashamed. Ben was conceived apparently right before my ex-wife left me. I wasn't able to be there for any of the pregnancy, nor for the delivery. I didn't even know she was pregnant until she was 6 mos. Ben was 5 months old before I was ever given a chance to hold him for the first time. Due to the fact that I didn't get to bond with him while he was still in the womb, or during the delivery process, or even during the critical months in the beginning, I truly did not have the same feelings towards Ben as I did towards Zach. That, is a feeling that I will never be able to forgive myself for. He too is my son, and he too should have just as much of my love as any of my other children. My ex-wife left me while I was still in the Army... Anyone who has ever been in the service knows... it's not that easy to go chasing after someone you love in the military. If they're not dying... you're not going. So, I have a son who is now 5 and another who is now 4 that I don't get to see. I haven't been able to establish a relationship with them. <br />
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After she left I went through a period of self abuse, alcoholism, drug addictions, hatred towards God... Hell, I even got 666 tatooed on my back. I attempted suicide once, not an "I want attention" attempt, but a real go at killing myself... If it weren't for the fact that apparently I can't tie a knot in a rop for shit, I wouldn't be here now to write this. As soon as the tension caught, the rope came undone and I fell on my ass in the middle of the interstate. I attempted to "Go out with a BANG", I was going to hang myself from an overpass which was on the way to work for everyone I worked with... Everyone who truly didn't give a rat's fucking ass whether I lived or died. I wanted to maybe bounce off their windshields as they drove to work. But, it didn't work... It's amazing how quickly your instinct to survive kicks in with cars rushing at you, when two seconds ago you wanted nothing more than to die.<br />
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During my time of depression at that stage in my life, I met another woman. She was young, youthful, she truly didn't give a shit what anyone else thought about her, I guess it was a sort of "escape" to date her.... Take me back to my childhood... back where I had no pain (not emotional anyway). We fell in love, and she got pregnant with yet ANOTHER son, Damien. Damien was the one son that I did get to have a lasting relationship with... I wasn't there with her during the first 6 months of the pregnancy, but I did establish a bond during the rest. I was there for the delivery. I slept with Damien on my chest every night for t... ]]></description>
                <author>~Yoshi-9</author>
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                <title>In a day's time</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 10 Feb 2007 10:30:20 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ It's truly amazing how much can change from the time you go to bed to the time you wake up. I went to bed the other night saying I love you to the woman I love... And when I woke up she told me that not only did she not want to marry me anymore, but she never truly loved me... She was apparently just infatuated with me. I guess this truly proves that you never know what tomorrow holds.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Yoshi-9</author>
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                <title>First Journal Entry...</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 25 Jan 2007 13:06:20 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Ok, so this is my first journal entry. I guess I should start by formally introducing myself to anyone who decides they'd like to take a peek at my profile... My name is Josh Jones, (yea I know... how common can you get? huh?) Anyway, I'm happily engaged to who has to be the most beautiful and intelligent woman I've ever met: Krysten Tyler. She has brought me more happiness in the short months we have been enaged than most of the people who have passed through my life thusfar. She is also an astounding photographer, and will be setting up her own DA account soon to showcase some of her work. Well, I guess that should about wrap it up for now...<br />
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Later.<br />
Yoshi<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Yoshi-9</author>
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