My New Website. This Website Sucks

My new website is now up and running and I can leave behind this amateur blogger business behind. You can click this link: Jacob Chak

It has been fun reading the same retarded posts I've made over and over again as time passed. This was created when everything was way more important than actually doing anything. The new site is an improvement and a sign that there is light at the end of the tunnel for those of us with little desire for non-creative ventures.

Some Stand-Up I Did

I've recently been writing and performing a good amount of stand-up comedy and now I have a place to put all the videos!

My youtube.com page

It has all happened in a very short period of time and I'm amazed at how enthralled I've become int he creative process. There is a science in making people laugh that appeals to my snarky elitist tendencies. Although this fact is encompassed by the humbling truth that laughter, much like applause, is earned. I could completely see myself doing this for a living because nothing gives me greater joy than making people shoot milk out of their nose.

I am now an Examiner

Check out my page and subscribe. I'll be covering local music in the Gainesville area as well as other music related news.

Jacob's Examiner Page

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My work of terribly off-color microfiction

Learning the Guitar

I'm now one-hundred percent convinced that learning the guitar is a task only fit for the unemployed.

As I settled down to hit the hay the other night I felt it would be appropriate to put my guitar back together and strum a few chords. Days prior to this, out of a similar impulse, I had decided to dismantle my Peavy Raptor Plus seventy dollar guitar. The tone knob had started to cause unbearable feedback so I figured it was just loose and that I, with my unparalleled knowledge of musical equipment, could fix it. Thirty minutes later I was sitting in a pile of failure composed of screws, wires and strings that were once my guitar. Luckily, necessity is the mother of invention; I am now the proud owner of a fully-functioning frankenguitar.

Days where I have very little to do my brain winds itself into a tangled fishing line of unfinished ideas and aspirations. As a result, I suffer from bursts of motivational energy. I start tinkering with things, scribbling down ideas and practicing whatever hobby I happen to be pursuing at the time. Oddly, when I have the least to do is when I get the most done, at least in regards to raw creative output. That being said, there is no possible way I could have stuck out the practice session I had under the duress of impending labor.

I haven't felt in some time as fulfilled as I did playing some of my favorite songs though the joy was tainted with the thought that this "hobby" would consume me if I let it. I'm not ready to take the leap to full-time anything quite yet. I'd like to pass this dabbling off as immaturity, but I'd only be kidding myself.

In the famous lyrics of the late Hank Williams.

"Some folks might sa-ay that Im no good

That I wouldnt settle down if I could

But when that open ro-oad starts to callin me

Theres somethin oer the hill that I gotta see

Sometimes its har-rd but you gotta understand

When the lord made me, he made a ra-amblin man."

New Beginnings: Greetings from Purgatory

White walls, half concrete and half plaster, blur the edges of my workspace
In the infomercial hours of the night,
as I'm chugging away at my laptop,
sometimes I can't discern the borders of the room,
transforming my bed into an island
Sailor's pinstriped sheets adorn a bed large enough for three
Berber carpet waves of sleep depraved dizziness help pull down the anchors on my eyelids
All's well for a while,
but the stars don't come out here.