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  <title>Jack Maverik</title>
  <subtitle>Jack Maverik</subtitle>
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    <name>Jack Maverik</name>
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  <updated>2009-08-12T08:47:11Z</updated>
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    <title>Hi 2009</title>
    <published>2009-08-12T08:47:11Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-12T08:47:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;So I own a bar. I have no money. I have this pretty girl named josie who lives in my bed. I'm tired and my back kinda hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life, overall, is pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Livejournal. It's been awhile.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in another 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peeeeeeeeeeeeeace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and josie takes a nap with peaches. &amp;nbsp;And sucks their juice. She's a very strange bird. &amp;lt;3 her.</content>
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    <title>The Disaster Generation</title>
    <published>2006-02-01T08:10:57Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-01T08:10:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Back in 2000 I read this book called "The Millennials" trying to decribe the new generation.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the time, I thought that that was a good name for our generation (Better than Gen Y).  It was basically a name that meant that we came of age during the turn of the new millennium.  In the year 2000 we had very little to define our generation.  No WWII, No Vietnam, No Reagan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... I think I have a better name for our generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are - The Disaster Generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our time growing up, we've grown up and dealt with the following.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First World Trade Center Bombing&lt;br /&gt;Columbine&lt;br /&gt;The Backstreet Boys&lt;br /&gt;9/11&lt;br /&gt;Iraq/Afghanistan&lt;br /&gt;The Tsunami&lt;br /&gt;Hurricane Katrina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the list goes on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of those things have all happened in less than 10 years of eachother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like our entire generation has come of age during all these global castrophies (especially the Backstreet Boys).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, all is not lost.  I think these things have taught our generation about globalization and really eliminated any seeds of isolationism that still exsists in America.  I think they have all hammered home the idea that we have to act as a responsible member of the world community at large and not just look out for our best interest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's to you Disaster Generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaboom!</content>
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    <title>Hello 2006</title>
    <published>2006-01-13T11:28:28Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-13T11:28:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So.  Is this my yearly livejournal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of changes.  Good ones.  I'm expecting two more weeks of drama, then I'm in the clear and can stop being a dirtbag friend.  Weird to see how things can change in such a short period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't talked to me in awhile, that's probably both our faults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been digital since late September or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, *I*, Jack Maverik have exsisted completely and solely analog for like 1/3 of a year or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I missed you digital world.  Everythings so electric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to you later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack Maverik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.  Hell froze over.  I have a fuckin' cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;480-238-1718.</content>
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    <title>2005? Yup</title>
    <published>2005-01-09T09:23:11Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-09T09:23:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Okay.  So this year has been going really really awesome.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am loving 2005.  Lots of good stuff with the band, we're recording new music.  Got this hookup with a company in Florida that could become real fruitful, I started running the recording studio, new girl, and all that good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new years resolution?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be heartless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, to be heartless.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it would make a lot of things easier.  I could make out with girls and do what I wanted without really having to give a shit about them.  The advantage?  Well, I'd go further with them, cuz I wouldn't care if I was using them or not.  I'd get what *I* wanted, not what I think would be best for both of us.  I'd take people for all they were worth (which would help me out), and keep on keeping on.   And then when they try to screw me over, it won't really matter, cuz I wouldn't really care about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'd be fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I don't want it this to be a downer, and all my LiveJournal stuff seems to just be me bitching.  It's all good, really.  I am loving 2005 a whole lot.  Just a few snags.  I am curious as to whether or not to go to the Studio right now or not.  Hmmmmm...</content>
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    <title>The process</title>
    <published>2004-12-13T11:04:42Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-13T11:04:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So it's Monday the 13th. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really used.  I feel totally used by a lot of people that I thought were my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I feel used by people I wanted more out of.  I really don't know.   I hate the way it makes me feel though.  I feel like I was just something to pass the time.  Or maybe just by knowing me, it made you feel cool.  And the closer they get to me, the less cool I become.  So they keep me at a distance, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm their "cool" friend.  And people like the way that fits into their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm sick of being used.  I'm sick of being the best person I possibly can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of actling like a dirtbag and feeling bad about it.   Why can't I just act like some other people? Not all the time, but just every once in awhile.   Without regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck.  I just wish I didn't have to feel like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish things were different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I were different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe people would like me less.  And thus, like me more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack Maverik</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jackmaverik:3783</id>
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    <title>Numerology</title>
    <published>2004-11-08T10:10:43Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-08T10:10:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'll tell a story in numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 23 years on earth.&lt;br /&gt;  2 years in Arizona&lt;br /&gt;  3 years away from the East Coast&lt;br /&gt; 18 days until that 3rd year anniversary&lt;br /&gt; 18 days til we headline the Marquee Theatre&lt;br /&gt;  4 times I've been in love&lt;br /&gt;  2 Guitar Amps&lt;br /&gt;  2 Guitars (I pawned my 12 string for a drive belt on my Vespa)&lt;br /&gt;  3 Vespas&lt;br /&gt;  2 Tom Petty Posters&lt;br /&gt;  1 Number of girls over 18 I've fooled around with.&lt;br /&gt;  3 Albums I've been intimately involved with&lt;br /&gt;  1 Times I've booked the Marquee Theatre&lt;br /&gt;  2 Months till January when Jess comes home.&lt;br /&gt;  1 year and 1 month since Jess and I met.&lt;br /&gt;  2 Months until I start recording the solo record&lt;br /&gt;  5 songs to appear on the first CD&lt;br /&gt;  2 EPs to be simultaneously released.&lt;br /&gt;  3 months since August and the whole Makenna thing.&lt;br /&gt;  7 years left to live (us rock and rollers don't last well past 30)&lt;br /&gt;  1 life&lt;br /&gt;  1 chance&lt;br /&gt;  1 opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;100 Percent I put into my life&lt;br /&gt; 86 cents left for the month&lt;br /&gt;  0 boxes of Mac n Cheese left&lt;br /&gt;Infinity - the amount I've been blessed with my band, my friends, and everyone in my life.  Good or bad.  Everyone is in my life for a reason. Finding out that reason, is the hard part.</content>
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    <title>I'd rather vote for her</title>
    <published>2004-11-03T04:52:29Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-03T04:54:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://www.reignkings.com/girl.jpg" alt="She wants me" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmmm</content>
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    <title>Elections and stuff.</title>
    <published>2004-11-03T00:10:31Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-03T00:10:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm a statistic! Yay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually. I was a very undecided voter this entire process. Given the two candidates in 2000, I leaned more towards George Bush (even though, I voted for Nader, because the establishment of a third party aligns closer to my personal politics than any of the candidates in that election). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This election I was pretty torn. There are things I like about President Bush. I lived in New Jersey when 9-11 happened. I grew up there in the shadow of NYC, and thought he did a pretty awesome job after 9-11 happened. It was a horrible day (I was working at a newspaper at the time), and he stood up and I actually felt really confident after it. I felt like we had this purpose and direction. I felt that my generation had something other than Columbine to define itself by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like arrogant presidents. I like people who have beliefs and live and die by them. I like Presidents who say "You elected me, this is what i'm doing. Deal." I respect that, encourage that, and I like it when presidents take charge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought Bush did that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the War in Iraq was a pretty big thing. And those are the people I went to high school with getting killed over there. So I had to think long and hard about the War in Iraq and where I stood on it. I had been an advocate of taking over Iraq for a long time. I personally feel like we should just take over the middle east at times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I asked myself... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is taking over Iraq a good thing? Yes I do think that it is. &lt;br /&gt;Did we have enough reasons to attack them? Yes I think we did. &lt;br /&gt;Were the reasons we used to attack them just? No. I don't think they were. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feel like Saddam would have given us a good enough reason. It was just a matter of time. I also feel like we probably had good enough reasons to go in, but lying to the American people wasn't a good thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't respect that. I feel the same way about Clinton. Do I care he got a blowjob? No. Do I care that he lied? Yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I feel I was lied to. And I feel that a lot of what America worked decades to acheive (a good standing with the world community) was squandered over this decision. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was very undecided. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I voted Kerry, because I'm a progressive person. I'm much more interested in where we're going than we've been.</content>
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    <title>she knows.</title>
    <published>2004-10-27T08:00:14Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-27T08:00:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">If you need a way out and a place to run to.  I will always be your sanctuary.   I like you as more than a friend, but when you need a friend, I'm always going to be there for you.  Seriously.  I can keep them seperate beautiful.  I just want you to be happy.  I hate seeing you like this.  Sometimes we're dealt really shitty hands in life.. I know I was.  And it's times like that you gotta put on your best poker face, play with the cards you got.  Cheat like hell, and make the best of every piece of shit situation you can.   If you need a place to go, you can always crash with me Cat.  I ain't got much, but what I gots alright, and if need be, it can be yours too.</content>
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    <title>The plan</title>
    <published>2004-10-25T03:13:46Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-25T03:13:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So check this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now 2004, and lots have gone on Mr. Live Journal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let's start with the Plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, those privately funded ships have finally found their way into outer space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's awesome, because NOW I can build one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put all of my ex's in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And shoot it at the Sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being used.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's this for a negative post?  It's a livejournal, it should be renamed bitch-journal, cuz that's like all anyone does in em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack Maverik</content>
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    <title>Stupid.</title>
    <published>2002-12-22T11:05:57Z</published>
    <updated>2002-12-22T11:05:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Look at this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is grinding me to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it.</content>
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    <title>Why can't I?</title>
    <published>2002-10-30T22:07:05Z</published>
    <updated>2002-10-30T22:07:05Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Replacements - Another Girl Another Planet</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I sometimes have these dreams where I know this girl, and we're both fucking crazy.  And we're in this small little room together, poorly lit, with posters all over the walls (kinda like my room), and laying around and just talking about stuff.  I guess I want a girl who knows cool bands like The Replacements, The Only Ones, The Refreshments.  A girl who knows all the words to Another Girl, Another Planet.  Someone who  can rock out the Pogues.  I want a girl who i don't HAVE to educate about music.  I think I want a girl who knows what it's like to sneak into a record store at 11:30 pm, and find strange rare B-Side Compliations of bands that haven't been popular ever.  I'm sick of girls who only know who NFG, Ataris, and the Goo Goo Dolls are.   Where's my leather clad rock and roll girl?  Wheres my grubby little princess who likes getting into fights?  Where is that girl who knows every word to Alex Chilton?   I guess I'll never know.</content>
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    <title>...</title>
    <published>2002-10-30T06:25:54Z</published>
    <updated>2002-10-30T06:25:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Paul Westerberg - Let The Bad Times Roll</lj:music>
    <content type="html">And you say nothing&lt;br /&gt;than that's something&lt;br /&gt;I'll understand.</content>
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    <title>Rock on Amy</title>
    <published>2002-10-30T05:22:49Z</published>
    <updated>2002-10-30T05:22:49Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Sunday's Best - When Is Pearl Harbor Day?</lj:music>
    <content type="html">ahh the humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FischMonster: am I a BFF?&lt;br /&gt;oh no    panic: you're a RGF lol. &lt;br /&gt;FischMonster: Ouch!&lt;br /&gt;oh no    panic: real good friend&lt;br /&gt;FischMonster: i know&lt;br /&gt;oh no    panic: we havent technically met&lt;br /&gt;oh no    panic: so.. cant consider you best yet&lt;br /&gt;FischMonster: Yeah.. stupid Vegas!&lt;br /&gt;oh no    panic: but, i value your opinions &amp; think you're uber neat&lt;br /&gt;FischMonster: nex thing you know you're gonna be saying I have a great personality and you love talking to me..&lt;br /&gt;oh no    panic: lol, well i do think that but i wont say it.&lt;br /&gt;FischMonster: just sum it up with your all consuming desire to hump me and it'll be okay&lt;br /&gt;oh no    panic: hahha</content>
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    <title>Yup</title>
    <published>2002-10-30T04:36:21Z</published>
    <updated>2002-10-30T04:36:21Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Bowling For Soup - Girl All The Bad Guys Want</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I hate being so motivated and beating myself up for wanting more and more and more and nothing happening fast enough.   I'm too impatient.   But hey, who wants to be content?</content>
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    <title>Memo to friends</title>
    <published>2002-10-29T06:40:22Z</published>
    <updated>2002-10-29T06:40:22Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Ice  Cube - It was a good day</lj:music>
    <content type="html">This just goes out to my female friends.&lt;br /&gt;I like boobs that show up in my email.  It's great entertainment!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks D</content>
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    <title>A new song</title>
    <published>2002-10-29T05:48:05Z</published>
    <updated>2002-10-29T05:48:05Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Counting Crows - Mr. Jones</lj:music>
    <content type="html">This is a new little song.  Um.  It'll be in full production soon hopefully.  Tell me what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said "This is stupid&lt;br /&gt;why the hell are we even here?&lt;br /&gt;i hate this&lt;br /&gt;and I just wanna go home"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you said "This is stupid&lt;br /&gt;why are we here?&lt;br /&gt;This is pointless&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was done"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like everything&lt;br /&gt;I worked for&lt;br /&gt;everything that I've done&lt;br /&gt;has crashed&lt;br /&gt;and burned&lt;br /&gt;and i'm back&lt;br /&gt;at square one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blaming this on you&lt;br /&gt;It's all your fault&lt;br /&gt;And I know it sounds 5th grade&lt;br /&gt;but you started it&lt;br /&gt;you started it&lt;br /&gt;please just finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a year and some change&lt;br /&gt;you swear you changed&lt;br /&gt;I swear I changed&lt;br /&gt;Yes this feels the same&lt;br /&gt;it feels like last year&lt;br /&gt;it feels like forever ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many times are we gonna wind up&lt;br /&gt;here&lt;br /&gt;how many time do we have to through&lt;br /&gt;this&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just starting to feel fine.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't need anything&lt;br /&gt;anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;I was content.&lt;br /&gt;thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate how weak you make me&lt;br /&gt;I hate I'll break it all down for you&lt;br /&gt;something tells me you're worth it&lt;br /&gt;and more than anything else&lt;br /&gt;you feel like home&lt;br /&gt;am I home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blaming this on you&lt;br /&gt;It's all your fault&lt;br /&gt;And I know it sounds 5th grade&lt;br /&gt;but you started it&lt;br /&gt;you started it&lt;br /&gt;please just finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a year and some change&lt;br /&gt;you swear you changed&lt;br /&gt;I swear I changed&lt;br /&gt;Yes this feels the same&lt;br /&gt;it feels like last year&lt;br /&gt;it feels like forever ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a year and some change&lt;br /&gt;you swear you changed&lt;br /&gt;I know I've changed&lt;br /&gt;yes this feels the same&lt;br /&gt;it feels like last year&lt;br /&gt;it feels like the last time&lt;br /&gt;it feels like the last time&lt;br /&gt;i was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need this.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want this&lt;br /&gt;why me?&lt;br /&gt;It's not my fault.&lt;br /&gt;I swear to God it's not my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at all.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) 2002 Jack Maverik and the Riverboat Gamblers</content>
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    <title>I have Rockabilly Hair.</title>
    <published>2002-10-28T21:07:08Z</published>
    <updated>2002-10-28T21:07:08Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Soul Coughing &amp; Weezer - American Girl</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Read the subject.  I have rockabilly hair.  It's crazy stuff.  I feel so Setzer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ask me for a picture of it.</content>
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    <title>My first post</title>
    <published>2002-10-28T10:14:43Z</published>
    <updated>2002-10-28T10:14:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I broke down and got a Livejournal.  I guess I'll update this as often as I can to keep you all informed with my nuerosis.  Not like anyone really cares about what goes down with me.  I'll mostly bitch, wax philosphical, talk about my band, and leave posts that say "It's all good."   You've been warned.</content>
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