Jesse Broussard
| Gender | Male |
|---|---|
| Industry | Student |
| Location | Loleta, CA, United States |
| Introduction | I am neither an aardvark nor a knight that says "neeh!" I am, however, a Trinitarian Reformed Christian, which is usually just as fun and hopefully more worthwhile. But I don't get to write "I eat bugs" where it says "occupation". I do anyway. The most defining fact of my life is that I was married to Holly Beth Broussard for two years seven months and fourteen days. She was my world. She died on December fifth, 2006. She is healed, and we will never recover. Beyond this there is little to know. I enjoy movies and books, outdoors and in; in fact, if it can be enjoyed, I probably enjoy it, but I'm lazy, and would generally rather be reading. |
| Interests | Reading. Theology. Reading theology. Drinking beer and smoking a pipe while reading theology. I love flowers and most plants-a love imparted to me by my wife-I love tromping and walking, as I love thinking about abstract things (and theology). Besides the above, I like having movie nights with friends, and I love debates (especially about theology). |
| Favorite Movies | Monty Python: The Quest for the Holy Grail: "She turned you into a newt?" "Well, I uh, I got better" (yes, I understand your objections, yes, it's profane and blasphemous, yes, it's still my favorite movie), Napoleon Dynamite, The Last Samurai, The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe, and I have not yet forgiven Jackson for the desecration of The Lord of the Rings. |
| Favorite Music | Radiohead, Muse, Pink Floyd, Bob Dylan, Jack Johnson, old Project 86 (may God forgive them), old Stavesacre, old Metallica (may God forgive me), My Brightest Diamond, Norah Jones, Jars of Clay, some Modest Mouse, favorite classical is Mozart's requiem conducted by Norrington, any Rachmaninoff and most Tchaikovsky (I'm still in the pale ale section of classical music) and anything well done and eclectic that can be played in front of wee ones. |
| Favorite Books | Oh. Well, The Lord of the Rings, of course, Chronicles of Narnia, Dorothy Dunnett: The House of Niccolo and The Lymond Chronicles (probably the most staggering series that I have ever read), The Count of Monte Cristo (Dumas wrote that?), Spirits in Bondage (C.S. Lewis poems, not for the faint of heart or weak of faith), Poems (C.S. Lewis), Unfinished Tales, Silmarillion, Augustine's Confessions ("you have made us for yourself and our hearts are restless 'till they find their rest in Thee"), Athanasius On The Incarnation ("He has created us out of nothing, and apart from Him we return to that nothingness from whence we came"), anything by Owen, esp. The Death of Death in the Death of Christ and On the Mortification of Sin, Dunne's poetry ("When Thou hast done, Thou hast not done, for I have more...", "One shorte sleepe past, wee wake eternally, and death shallt bee no more. Death, thou shalt die"), and this list could go on for a very, very, very long time. |
Why does the taste of pennies remind you of losing a tooth?
It doesn't.