jeremy allen

this blog shall pass…
October 11, 2007, 12:58 pm
Filed under: .life, .why, Jeremy Allen

This is a notice that will no longer be updated. thank you to all the faithful readers who have logged on or subscribed to my rss feed. From this point on all traffic should be re-routed to

This is my new personal site. The next few days will be spent uploading my old blogs and creating a new theme to go with my snazzy new page.

If you are interested in contacting me for freelance work or would like to see my resume then you should visit:

Both of my websites will be under-construction for then next few days. The content will continue to grow and increase so please keep checking back to see what has been done.

There will be a new blog on which will be geared towards my tech writing. i hope to spend time each week updating that and talking about my experiences doing theatre, sound, church, film, and recording work.

I would love it if you checked out both sites and possibly even subscribed to the feeds.

Over time, i hope that these websites will keep you up to date on whats going on in my life, create income for myself, and maybe create new friendship with people all over the globe.

These blogs, and several other projects, are just a stepping stone towards whats happening and going on in the world that is Jeremy Allen. I hope you will share in that time and transition with me.

Thanks for all your love and support over the past few years.

Your friendships mean the world to me.
– Jeremy Allen


a ray of sunshine…
October 10, 2007, 7:09 pm
Filed under: .life

my fortune for today, thanks to my wonderful tasty fortune cookie was:

“the sure way to predict the future is to invent it.”

it’s about time there was a ray of sunshine…

Captain’s Bars…
October 4, 2007, 1:48 am
Filed under: .life, .love, .why

I’m laying here in bed pretty restless, tired as can be and ready to hit the hay, but sort of afraid to wake up in the morning. The last two days have been a surreal merry-land of playing tiger woods and farting around on the computer not really willing to embrace what is before me. I have to pick up my letter of termination tomorrow morning from Vintage21 and face all my old co-workers for the last time. Not in the sense that I will never see them again…but realizing that they aren’t my co-workers any more and I am no longer on the in-circle. Then I have to compose myself enough and go to the unemployment office find out whether I even qualify for unemployment (which I’m pretty sure I do not because I worked for a church). I then have to run around town trying to pay bills with money I don’t really have and have to borrow until my theatre check comes in the mail. I must then chug the bitter turpentine chaser of driving home to help bury one of the most loving and greatest men in my life.

The last words that Charles Taylor ever spoke to me still ring like the Grand Canyon in my ears. “Jeremy, just know that I’m so proud of you son. You are doing such and amazing job down there in Raleigh. I’m so proud of the difference you are making there.” Those words sting knowing that that difference was short lived. On some level I feel like a failure. I’m a year out of college and I was fired from the job that I gave everything up for, health, credit score, comfortable living, security, savings, sanity. It was this very reason that Charles was able to look at me and make me feel special. He gave his last 50 years to serving others and putting his self last and he looked me in the eye as he was dying and told me with every word he spoke…”I’m proud of you for sacrificing or something bigger than yourself…” My only prayer is now that opportunity has closed the door on me, that I will find another way to be sacrificial with my life, not for Charles’ sake…but for my own. There is something so filling in knowing you’re working your ass off and its for something other than a paycheck. I pray that I can always be outwardly focused on my family and friends instead of inwardly focused on what I can do for myself. As I grow up, I only hope I can be half the man that he was.

That is my promise to him, even though my time at Vintage21 has ended, I will find something worthy to work for and pour myself into, something larger than myself. I’ll find my own way…a new way of spreading the Gospel. I’ll give him a new reason to be proud of me.

When I was a child, I used to be so amazed by Charles’s Uniform. I was mesmerized by the camo pattern and the many pins and metals that were strewn across his shirts. I used to ask him what each one meant and how he got them. With a big smile halfway hidden under his large Dale Earnheart mustache, he would chuckle and say Jeremy I’m going to just get you one of your own metals since you like them so much. I grinned from ear to ear as he patted me on the head and told me he would see me next week.

As church hit full swing the next week, all I could think about was the contents of Charles coat pocket. Had he remembered the prize he had promised me? As we sang “Bless Be the Tide that Binds…” I wanted to jump from my PaPa’s side and run over and fish in Charles pocket. My grandma was a “spare the rod and spoil the child” kind of woman and if I had done so… I would have never heard then end of it. The hymnal I know I would have dropped in my frenzy, would have been laid across my back side in several sharp whacks.

After what seemed like an eternity of stanzas, verses and choruses service finally came to an end. There was the usual rush for the door as everyone wanted to shake the hand of Reverend Lewis. I was doing everything I could to get through this crowd, finally finding a gap and scurrying across the isle getting over to Charles before he could even take one step towards talking to any grownups…thus delaying my hopes of reward… He smiled and bent down and reached in his pocket and said… I almost left these at home… I held my breath for what seems like hours. With wide eyes I was mesmerized by the shiney Captain’s bars that he had placed in my hands.

To this day I still hold those bars to be one of my most prized possessions. I plan on wearing at least one of them to both the wake and the funeral. I also have a pair of genuine dog tags that he gave me that I have always cherished.

GI-JOE was a great show growing up…I would sit for hours as an only-child and play “good vs. evil.” Looking back on my childhood the thing that made it real wasn’t the action figures or the cartoons, it was my very own “life size” loving and caring GI-JOE. I knew he would be there to save the day if I ever needed him to.

He was my hero… my role model and he always will be…GI-CHARLES

Who needs Joe…

dearly departed…
October 3, 2007, 1:50 pm
Filed under: Uncategorized

I’m not really sure where to start this… I have been staring at the blinking cursor for over an hour and I’m still trying to decide if I’m mad or not and how to word this in a non-destructive way… At least I can say I slept on it before blogging about it. As some of you may know I was terminated from my position at Vintage21 yesterday. Why you may ask, the elders of Vintage felt as though I wasn’t growing my department in the way that I should have been. And that I wasn’t working within the parameters of what they felt to be adequate work. I feel like a lot of what they had to say in the grand scheme of what I do to be minimal, but unfortunately it is not my thoughts that count. I am sad to be leaving after 2 years of attending and leave trying very hard not to slander or talk bad about the staff of Vintage21. My choice to attend another church is because I feel that trying to worship in a place that I was rejected from leadership would be near to impossible for me to not turn cynical about. I will miss all my many friends at Vintage and hope that we can still keep in touch. For now I will be working on my freelance work and getting a website up and running.

burning the midnight oil…
October 1, 2007, 10:41 pm
Filed under: .life

Tonight I decided to go back to the office after having dinner. It seems that between 8-11 are some of my most productive times during the day. I don’t really understand why but I can really focus and knock out a lot of work during these hours. I think its because I spend the first half of the morning yawning and being scattered. Then Lunch comes and I get the urge to either work or eat…sometimes both at the same time. Thats a hard choice but I normally choose feed myself or at least get a smoothie.

Today was quite productive:

  • became obsesses with wordpress
  • learned how to clean an old dry erase board
  • updated the tech blog after much hiatus
  • mixed the talk
  • emailed the new techs
  • worked on my fundraising blog
  • worked on scheduling the techs
  • explored around dorathea dix
  • ate bbq at a new place.
  • organized cubical
  • lucked out not having a production meeting

I guess thats about everything. All in all I must say it was a good day.

[the phrase “burning the midnight oil” originated from a poem by The English author Francis Quarles wrote in Emblemes, 1635:

Wee spend our mid-day sweat, or mid-night oyle;
Wee tyre the night in thought; the day in toyle.

The main meaning is that of working late into the night. Originally this was by the light of an oil lamp or candle. More recently, the phrase is used figuratively, alluding back its use before electric lighting.

toothpaste to the rescue
October 1, 2007, 1:08 pm
Filed under: .diy, .life

So I learned something new today. If you have a whiteboard that has gotten a little dingy, all you need to do is get a paper towel and some toothpaste. Apply a little elbow grease and it will be like new…with a slight minty smell. (you might want to apply a little water and a fresh paper towel once your through scrubbing. This will insure that the toothpaste is all off the board.)

It’s amazing what you can find out on blogs these days…

I must say that the mint has freshed up my cubical quite a bit. Now all I have to do is pray that the way i rigged it to the cubical wall will hold and not breat the plastic border around the whiteboard.

interesting rolls
September 30, 2007, 10:48 pm
Filed under: .art, .diy