Dribbling Ink

Hello. I am Jacob’s wife, and I will be writing this week’s Thursday blog three days early. I know, I know—this doesn’t make a lot of sense. I mean, this is his blog, and you read it because you are interested in the things he says. Well, unfortunately, he has neglected to tell you about his little problem. He is a procrastinator, and, therefore, will be writing about thirty pages worth of papers this week. I hated for this blog to disappoint again, so I decided I would make an attempt to please the masses with an early post instead of a skipped post. ( Of course this is my blog, and I am taking control. I'll be the voice of reason after each paragraph since she is a newbie blogger. First, Dribbling Ink never disappoints...because there are no masses to please. Just thought I'd clear that up.) (Is it like sexist or something if I use a larger bolded font for my thoughts?)  I would like to point out, even though it was mentioned in previous blogs, my love for Kansas. I ap

If you're like me, you did nothing during your break. And you enjoyed every second of the nothingness. Of course, I'm sure I'll see plenty of pictures from the beach on Facebook for those lucky enough to get away. Good for you. Wait, even my wife went to San Francisco while I sat home. Whatever. More importantly, I would do anything to avoid going back to school, but I have to no matter what. That's why I am just avoiding my homework instead. Do I actually have something to talk about? Of course not. But that's the beauty of Dribbling Ink: it never has a purpose (yeah, yeah, I know: I keep trying to give it one and it keeps failing), but it doesn't have to. Here are a few quick links that I found while wasting time. Butler's Too Big, Yo: http://www.midmajority.com/2010/03/too-big-yo.php Leave it up to a mid-major college like Butler to predict its magical run to the Final Four in verse. Apparently, a few players recorded a rap during Spring Break righ

So, I am at a gymnastics meet at the Jack Stephens Center in Little Rock—this isn’t the first line of any fiction, unfortunately, but it is as creative as this post may get. Sorry. First observation from my first gymnastics meet ever: three year old boys that can talk and run don’t need pacifiers. I’m just saying. On that note, I’ll switch to the little female robots doing gymnastics. My wife told me that some of the gyms her girls compete against practice twenty hours a week and are forced to have curly ponytails, even if it means wearing a hair piece. My wife’s team only practices nine hours a week, and they have ponytails, pigtails, and sheeptails (maybe I made up the last one). Well, this is a great start to spring break. After this my wife is going to Cali and I’m going to Paragould. Even my dad is in Cali. Anyway, back to me, because this is my blog. I have so much work to do over break, but I am excited about my American West paper. I am writing about spaghetti westerns and th

AP Photo/Al Behrman -- Caption: It's like a rematch of the 1994 championship game on Friday: Arkansas versus Duke. Well, sort of. (Written Wednesday night:) The NCAA Tournament is absolutely one of my favorite events of the year. When else can you wake up and watch basketball practically nonstop from Thursday to Sunday? In fact, I may skip class and work for the rest of the week and do nothing else but watch games in the student center. A fellow co-worker of mine used to save up his vacation to do this very thing (well, at his house)--hint: he works at the Jonesboro Sun now. Anyway, I promised chats on Thursdays, and a chat I will deliver. Of course, this week I am going to do things a little differently. I will be talking to multiple people and the theme will be NCAA brackets. I know, I know: I said last week was my last basketball post, but I meant about Razorback basketball. This will be my last basketball post--unless something crazy happens like UAPB beating Duke. (Skip to Th

Caption: The Big Nasty looks to add to his legacy in Arkansas as a coach. I couldn’t make up my mind whether I wanted to write this blog or not, especially after last night’s failure. However, I feel better today, and it makes sense to write a wrap-up blog about the Arkansas basketball team now that the season is officially over. (I intended to post this on Saturday; nevertheless, I didn’t get it finished in time and one of my many cousins came down to Arkadelphia for a visit.) First, I’d like to start with a website I find amusing, and it’s actually relevant: http://firejohnpelphrey.com/ I guess it would be a stretch to think this is some sort of conspiracy by Pelphrey or Jeff Long to make a few extra bucks? I mean, with all the money the university is throwing at the football program, the basketball program has to keep up somehow, right? Of course, I am kidding, I think. Anyway. I listen to a number of Arkansas sports shows daily and the hottest topic for the past month

(Friday's Note: I'm sorry this conversation wasn't longer. I had a lot more questions I wanted to ask, but my week didn't slow down until today -- and I know Meggie is busy, too. Hopefully, I'll be able to catch up with Meggie again later and hash everything else out.) When I first came up with the idea of conducting a weekly chat for Dribbling Ink, this week’s interviewee — Meggie Hodge — was one of the first people that came to mind. I would say I have a recreational interest in fashion and style. For what it’s worth, I check out GQ Online almost daily; whether my personal style benefits is questionable. That’s why I brought in an expert to talk fashion. Just so you know, we both graduated from the same high school in the same year; we also lived on the same street (probably less than a mile apart) for a number of years. The only reason I bring this up is so I can sell my story someday when Meggie is famous. Anyway, if you don’t know, Meggie is kind of a big dea