21 hours and 50 mins.
I never really took full consideration to what a change in the year meant.
It was always just another number to me.
///
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
I was once was inspired by the idea of love.
On December 18th, I began writing about this dilemma my life was enduring.
I thought I finished my thought, and posted it.
But funny thing is that I didn't.
I suppose I didn't finish it, because I wanted clear evidence to prove my theory.
Here's what I wrote:
------------------------------
"On and on, reckless abandon"
Continuing what I wrote...
I started having feelings for Miss Wendy Rucci.
My involvement with this free spirited, yet enigma of a girl, rendered my inability to accomplish the littlest of things obsolete.
After a quite "adventurous" endeavor or fling, or whatever you want to call it, came to a unexpected halt.
I did, as expected, lose interest in the management of my life.
And once began, the peril of which I was in a year prior; when Maddie left for college.
Here's another example...
I was in 4th grade. There was a new girl in school, Kate Carey.
She was intoxicating, to say the least.
And she gave me every reason in the world, to never wanted to miss a day of school. Lol.
I remember how, I completely wanted to pick up my grades, because she had really good grades. Haha.
And I did.
I ended up making the Honor Roll, one quarter that 4th grade year.
(Who knows, I might have just made the Honor Roll that whole year, if we were a couple. Haha)
*The idea of making the Honor Roll prior to that moment, never seemed a reachable task.
Moral: I live for only love and lust. (In a sense, my renaissance and my death.)
------------------------------
In the middle of August (when I was dating Wendy), I began a renovation of my living space.
Iono, I just felt like I needed everything to be new.
I felt inspired.
I (literally) spent a whole week taking down posters off my walls, and putting up a large body of my artwork.
I NEEDED to be surrounded by art, cause I wanted to work on art more often.
And bring it closer to my life.
Thus, it deemed necessary to strip down the old, and put up the new.
Part 1: Preparation
Part 2: Final Product
Part 3: Evidence To Which Motivation Is Driven By (The Idea of) Love
August 18, 2009 [During a relationship]
December 29, 2009 [Single, very single]
*After months of heat and wind from my fan. The adhesives holding all of my photographs and posters to the wall, wore down. Overtime pictures began to fall, as my relation with Wendy began to diminish and disappear from my mind. And equal to my room's decay was the decay of my health and organization.
There were even mornings, where I found photographs on top of me as I woke up.
And as the pile of photographs grew on my floor, I realized that I needed to cut the cord between my heart and my willpower.
Single or involved, I won't let it control my life.
------------------------------
The (true) point is:
It's about to be 2010. And I've never really held a resolution.
Thus, my 2010 new year's resolution is to stay consistently focused.
Consistently organized.
Consistently creative.
Consistently positive.
Consistently inspired.
Consistently captivated by the days ahead of me.
And especially consistently fortunate to have been where I've been...
...and with whom I've been involved with.
I need to appreciate all my opportunities for they were worth.
[I need to shower now.]
///
I thought I finished my thought, and posted it.
But funny thing is that I didn't.
I suppose I didn't finish it, because I wanted clear evidence to prove my theory.
Here's what I wrote:
------------------------------
"On and on, reckless abandon"
(There's a positive light to this post. Trust me.)------------------------------
In a evaluation of myself and my current well being...
(which I think about on more than one occasion)
(truthfully, its a daily occurrence)
...I've realized how my attention and "care" for things, that I normally care about, tend to differ when shit hits the fan.
Similar to a system overload, my mind shuts down. And I just act in the now.
No thinking, what so ever.
And not to dwell on the past (which I'm really not), but a couple months ago I was a vivacious and a (more) determined person.
(I say "more", cause I don't want to get ahead of myself. Or lie. Lol)
But it was the end of summer, I got all my partying out of my system.
Partying (every other day) was starting to get a little blasé.
Besides the point, I suppose.
Continuing what I wrote...
I started having feelings for Miss Wendy Rucci.
My involvement with this free spirited, yet enigma of a girl, rendered my inability to accomplish the littlest of things obsolete.
After a quite "adventurous" endeavor or fling, or whatever you want to call it, came to a unexpected halt.
I did, as expected, lose interest in the management of my life.
And once began, the peril of which I was in a year prior; when Maddie left for college.
Here's another example...
I was in 4th grade. There was a new girl in school, Kate Carey.
She was intoxicating, to say the least.
And she gave me every reason in the world, to never wanted to miss a day of school. Lol.
I remember how, I completely wanted to pick up my grades, because she had really good grades. Haha.
And I did.
I ended up making the Honor Roll, one quarter that 4th grade year.
(Who knows, I might have just made the Honor Roll that whole year, if we were a couple. Haha)
*The idea of making the Honor Roll prior to that moment, never seemed a reachable task.
Moral: I live for only love and lust. (In a sense, my renaissance and my death.)
------------------------------
In the middle of August (when I was dating Wendy), I began a renovation of my living space.
Iono, I just felt like I needed everything to be new.
I felt inspired.
I (literally) spent a whole week taking down posters off my walls, and putting up a large body of my artwork.
I NEEDED to be surrounded by art, cause I wanted to work on art more often.
And bring it closer to my life.
Thus, it deemed necessary to strip down the old, and put up the new.
Part 1: Preparation
Part 2: Final Product
Part 3: Evidence To Which Motivation Is Driven By (The Idea of) Love
August 18, 2009 [During a relationship]
December 29, 2009 [Single, very single]
*After months of heat and wind from my fan. The adhesives holding all of my photographs and posters to the wall, wore down. Overtime pictures began to fall, as my relation with Wendy began to diminish and disappear from my mind. And equal to my room's decay was the decay of my health and organization.
There were even mornings, where I found photographs on top of me as I woke up.
And as the pile of photographs grew on my floor, I realized that I needed to cut the cord between my heart and my willpower.
Single or involved, I won't let it control my life.
------------------------------
The (true) point is:
It's about to be 2010. And I've never really held a resolution.
Thus, my 2010 new year's resolution is to stay consistently focused.
Consistently organized.
Consistently creative.
Consistently positive.
Consistently inspired.
Consistently captivated by the days ahead of me.
And especially consistently fortunate to have been where I've been...
...and with whom I've been involved with.
I need to appreciate all my opportunities for they were worth.
[I need to shower now.]
///
Monday, December 28, 2009
Thunder.
My fish, Thunder, died a couple months ago.
I took a couple pictures before he went to fish heaven.
And I've being meaning to post an ode to my former, but it was halted due to my computer problem.
So a moment of silence, for my carnival fish (who last surely longer than many expected; over 2 years.)
///
I took a couple pictures before he went to fish heaven.
And I've being meaning to post an ode to my former, but it was halted due to my computer problem.
So a moment of silence, for my carnival fish (who last surely longer than many expected; over 2 years.)
///
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Today is December 26th.
Holidays are over.
Even though the real holiday is still yet to come.
New Year's! Wooo!
-----THE END OF THE DECADE-----
I was work, and I said that and thought about what it meant.
10 years ago, it was 1999.
What was I doing 10 years ago?
...
....
.....
///
Even though the real holiday is still yet to come.
New Year's! Wooo!
-----THE END OF THE DECADE-----
I was work, and I said that and thought about what it meant.
10 years ago, it was 1999.
What was I doing 10 years ago?
...
....
.....
- I was 10.
- I was in Catholic school, 5th grade. (I believe.)
- I was playing JV basketball. And started going to basketball camp.
- I was getting, in trouble a ton. (Which hasn't really changed, haha; but when I was in 5th grade, I had a habit of compulsively forging signatures for tests and progress reports.)
- I had a huge crush on Kate Carey. Haha, shit. (The introduction of teen lust and heartbreak in my life. Sigh.)
- I listened to Top 40 radio. (The first "Now" CD's and a lot of Rap, basically. Haha)
- And I'm pretty sure my free time would consist of N64 or watching Nickelodeon or cartoons.
------------------------------
Moral:
It's good to look back ___ years, and make comparisons with your past self.
[I hope I've changed.]
Listening to:
The Wonder Years - The Upsides
///
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Yummo. Oh no.
[*Yummo]
January and February should be good months for music.
1. (Playradioplay!) Analog Rebellion - Ancient Electrons (sometime in January).
2. Vampire Weekend - Contra (January 11th).
3. Lightspeed Champion - Life Is Sweet! Nice To Meet You (February 1st).
4. Owl City plays at Freebird, February 2nd.
[*Oh no.](I just found out that shit is sold out. Tonee is going to kill me. He is going to cut my dick off.)
(Tickets initially were $15-20; resale has made them $80-120.)
5. New Found Glory, Saves The Day, and Hellogoodbye are playing at Freebird, February 8th.
(Just bought my ticket. I can't suffer the consequence of this selling out. STD 4 life.)
///
January and February should be good months for music.
1. (Playradioplay!) Analog Rebellion - Ancient Electrons (sometime in January).
2. Vampire Weekend - Contra (January 11th).
3. Lightspeed Champion - Life Is Sweet! Nice To Meet You (February 1st).
4. Owl City plays at Freebird, February 2nd.
[*Oh no.](I just found out that shit is sold out. Tonee is going to kill me. He is going to cut my dick off.)
(Tickets initially were $15-20; resale has made them $80-120.)
5. New Found Glory, Saves The Day, and Hellogoodbye are playing at Freebird, February 8th.
(Just bought my ticket. I can't suffer the consequence of this selling out. STD 4 life.)
///
Friday, December 18, 2009
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Two beef
Why do genius businesses go bankrupt?
DISCOVERY ZONE!
Too many good memories.
Except for when the roller slide always pinched my ass.
///
DISCOVERY ZONE!
Too many good memories.
Except for when the roller slide always pinched my ass.
///
One beef
Why the fuck hasn't there been a legitimate Legend Of Zelda film?
Fuhhhk.
One day someone will get smart and green light a Zelda film.
And not ghetto fan videos. Haha
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xbg25m_zelda-movie-the-hero-of-time_shortfilms
///
Fuhhhk.
One day someone will get smart and green light a Zelda film.
And not ghetto fan videos. Haha
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xbg25m_zelda-movie-the-hero-of-time_shortfilms
///
I didn't realize I would have Wifi
I'm sitting in the parking lot at Cecil.
Tonee's taking his final.
I'm timing him. He says he can be done in less than 30.
I demanded he take 5 shots repeatedly tonight, if not in the time frame.
Haha.
It is about to be 14mins.
Other than that...
It's pretty outside. But surprisingly cold.
And people are walking by my car, probably wonder what shady shit I'm up to.
Tonee's taking his final.
I'm timing him. He says he can be done in less than 30.
I demanded he take 5 shots repeatedly tonight, if not in the time frame.
Haha.
It is about to be 14mins.
Other than that...
It's pretty outside. But surprisingly cold.
And people are walking by my car, probably wonder what shady shit I'm up to.
10 more minutes...
and Tonee's gets bruised tonight.
///
a breath of fresh air
It’s 2:53.
Earlier today, I was visiting my last classes of the semester.
Which it really needed to be.
Because I was teetering off the attentionsphere.
I mean I completely crashed and burned in Speech today.
Long story short…
I wrote an apology for my inability to prepare for the final.
It was quite an embarrassing and uncomfortable experience but after this week is over, I’ll no longer admit or recall to any occurrence taking place. I just look at you dumfounded.
My final day of the semester also included a panic attack.
Time crunch = excess accumulation of sweat
(Although today was devilishly deceiving, if one was to look at a calendar.)
Today is December 16th.
And in some sick twisted world, Jacksonville still manages to be 80+ degrees.
Shits wack.
But eventually the stress plateau-ed.
Greta and her Printmaking course includes a nice sit-down dinner amongst all the students, at the end of the semester.
We got a chance to just chill and socialize in class, equal to that of a family dinner.
Maybe why she calls it that.
Either way, I had some dank cheesy pasta.
I would have lined my pockets with ziplocks, if aware of its power over me.
------------------------------
But now I’m home now.
Me and Tonee are on MWarfare 2.
Kill ratio is above 1.
I want to make it 2 (soon or eventually, lol), which I think is a reachable feat.
Also, I want to write in a couple hours (since it is already technically “tomorrow”).
But clothes and wallspace need my attention before I get to write.
What’s in store: More cleaning.
Note: Get dad a box full of AA batteries.
///
Earlier today, I was visiting my last classes of the semester.
Which it really needed to be.
Because I was teetering off the attentionsphere.
I mean I completely crashed and burned in Speech today.
Long story short…
I wrote an apology for my inability to prepare for the final.
It was quite an embarrassing and uncomfortable experience but after this week is over, I’ll no longer admit or recall to any occurrence taking place. I just look at you dumfounded.
My final day of the semester also included a panic attack.
Time crunch = excess accumulation of sweat
(Although today was devilishly deceiving, if one was to look at a calendar.)
Today is December 16th.
And in some sick twisted world, Jacksonville still manages to be 80+ degrees.
Shits wack.
But eventually the stress plateau-ed.
Greta and her Printmaking course includes a nice sit-down dinner amongst all the students, at the end of the semester.
We got a chance to just chill and socialize in class, equal to that of a family dinner.
Maybe why she calls it that.
Either way, I had some dank cheesy pasta.
I would have lined my pockets with ziplocks, if aware of its power over me.
------------------------------
But now I’m home now.
Me and Tonee are on MWarfare 2.
Kill ratio is above 1.
I want to make it 2 (soon or eventually, lol), which I think is a reachable feat.
Also, I want to write in a couple hours (since it is already technically “tomorrow”).
But clothes and wallspace need my attention before I get to write.
What’s in store: More cleaning.
Note: Get dad a box full of AA batteries.
///
Friday, December 11, 2009
Bahaha
As much as I love Tim Tebow.
long time no see
baha
This is about the most ridiculous, most borderline creepy thing he'll ever do or be a part of.
long time no see
baha
GO GATORS
///
Before I go to work...
After drowning in my bed till noon today.
I jump right into my day (really, my week) of productivity and organization.
It was myBook day for me. I finally got access to all my files from the defunct Dell desktop.
It's been nearly 6 months since I've last seen any of it.
So, today was quite a refreshing experience.
Work was done.
50% maybe.
My week in lists:
Back up all my files.
Organize the files. (Which will take me a year.)
Clean my room.
Put all my contents back on the walls.
Study for finals.
///
I jump right into my day (really, my week) of productivity and organization.
It was myBook day for me. I finally got access to all my files from the defunct Dell desktop.
It's been nearly 6 months since I've last seen any of it.
So, today was quite a refreshing experience.
Work was done.
50% maybe.
My week in lists:
Back up all my files.
Organize the files. (Which will take me a year.)
Clean my room.
Put all my contents back on the walls.
Study for finals.
///
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Mistakes
Since the Heisman is right around the corner...
MISTAKE: Avoid looking like a Geico caveman. If you're a public figure.
MISTAKE: Avoid looking like a Geico caveman. If you're a public figure.
(Because of this moustache)
Gerhart will win the Heisman on Saturday night.
///
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Day Two.
good stuff.
Me and Bill played battleship, just a second ago.
Too much fun. Haha.
Next thing on my to-do-list:
Salvage all my files from my old, dead computer.
///
It’s a day for firsts.
First laptop post.
First time using this blog program, Windows Live Writer.
Shift + ENTER. (Wow, so inconvenient.)
Iono if I’m ever gonna get used to this. Haha.
Cool program besides this complete technical flaw.
Sigh.
Either way, I’m gonna love this computer.
One more disappointment... I wished I had a backlight for my keyboard. Hahaha
I just want to type at night… in my bed. Fuhhhhk
But regarding, my normal blog posts… I have a couple plans up my sleeve.
Hint: questions.
Lol, I’m gonna go stock my computer up with some programs now.
Skype should be (interestingly) fun.
HAHA, first shit webcam shot.
I know.
I'm a loser.
:)
///
First time using this blog program, Windows Live Writer.
Shift + ENTER. (Wow, so inconvenient.)
Iono if I’m ever gonna get used to this. Haha.
Cool program besides this complete technical flaw.
Sigh.
Either way, I’m gonna love this computer.
One more disappointment... I wished I had a backlight for my keyboard. Hahaha
I just want to type at night… in my bed. Fuhhhhk
But regarding, my normal blog posts… I have a couple plans up my sleeve.
Hint: questions.
Lol, I’m gonna go stock my computer up with some programs now.
Skype should be (interestingly) fun.
HAHA, first shit webcam shot.
I know.
I'm a loser.
:)
///
Friday, December 4, 2009
Cross your fingers
Not only am I anticipating the new season(s) of Entourage, I'm delighted to hear the buzz on what maybe an Entourage movie in the works. We'll have to wait and see.
http://www.fancast.com/blogs/tv-news/entourage-movie-in-the-works/?cmpid=FCST_tvnews
Oh and I watched The Goods : Live Hard, Sell Hard last night...
Damn. It completely exceeded my expectations. There wasn't any particular part that bothered me, being that I'm growing ever so critical of big box office movies. Piven is a comedic genius, even in the presence of his comedic ensemble cast. It was quite a movie.
I rented Paper Heart, too.
So I'm gonna go watch it.
I'll be back later today to rant about this shift in the skateboarding scene.
Good stuff.
///
http://www.fancast.com/blogs/tv-news/entourage-movie-in-the-works/?cmpid=FCST_tvnews
Oh and I watched The Goods : Live Hard, Sell Hard last night...
Damn. It completely exceeded my expectations. There wasn't any particular part that bothered me, being that I'm growing ever so critical of big box office movies. Piven is a comedic genius, even in the presence of his comedic ensemble cast. It was quite a movie.
I rented Paper Heart, too.
So I'm gonna go watch it.
I'll be back later today to rant about this shift in the skateboarding scene.
Good stuff.
///
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Fuck you, I'm busy
I'm terrible at being consistant.
And I'm getting gradually worse.
------------------------------
Note To Self:
If you don't start blogging on a normal basis, you'll never make something of yourself.
------------------------------
It's kinda late (2am) to shed light on the occurances of the past week, especially being that it was a holiday break, but as soon as I get back to an 100% mindset, I'll make sure to retrospect.
As for right now, I feel this peculiar urge to display my newly compiled playlist.
And I think it's because, more recently, I've recognized my particular favorite albums.
And not just any albums that happen to suit my fancy at a particular moment, but the ones that have longevity to my everchanging environment.
And it's good that I'm finally sharpening the scope; picking through my extensive library for the hidden gems.
One of my initial goals for this blog was to discuss my favorite, most influential albums of my life.
A list that would potentially range approximately 50. Still working out the kinks.
Oh and understandably, I accept that 20 years of living doesn't make me "credible nor a seasoned vet".
But you know what... fuck credibility. Haha
Either way, I'm pretty confident my opinion has some bit of merit.
It should at least make for an interesting read. Lol
:)
Listening to:
The Arcade Fire - Neon Bible
Belle & Sebastian - Dear Catastrophe Waitress
Belle & Sebastian - If You're Feeling Sinister
The Blow - Poor Aim : Love Songs & Remixes
Coldplay - Parachutes
datA - Skywriter
Death Cab - The Photo Album
Death Cab - Plans
Jose Gonzales - Veneer
Matt & Kim - S/T
Metric - Fantasies
Person L - The Positives
Phoenix - Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix
Pretty Girls Make Graves - Good Health
Pretty Girls Make Graves - The New Romance
Say Hi - The Wishes And The Glitch
Say Hi To Your Mom - Numbers & Mumbles
Single Tracks:
Cass McCombs - "Sacred Heart"
Enter Shikari - "Anything Can Happen In The Next Half Hour"
Feist - "Mushaboom"
Hall & Oates - "You Make My Dreams"
Professor Murder - "Free Stress Test"
Regina Spektor - "Hero"
///
And I'm getting gradually worse.
------------------------------
Note To Self:
If you don't start blogging on a normal basis, you'll never make something of yourself.
------------------------------
It's kinda late (2am) to shed light on the occurances of the past week, especially being that it was a holiday break, but as soon as I get back to an 100% mindset, I'll make sure to retrospect.
As for right now, I feel this peculiar urge to display my newly compiled playlist.
And I think it's because, more recently, I've recognized my particular favorite albums.
And not just any albums that happen to suit my fancy at a particular moment, but the ones that have longevity to my everchanging environment.
And it's good that I'm finally sharpening the scope; picking through my extensive library for the hidden gems.
One of my initial goals for this blog was to discuss my favorite, most influential albums of my life.
A list that would potentially range approximately 50. Still working out the kinks.
Oh and understandably, I accept that 20 years of living doesn't make me "credible nor a seasoned vet".
But you know what... fuck credibility. Haha
Either way, I'm pretty confident my opinion has some bit of merit.
It should at least make for an interesting read. Lol
:)
Listening to:
The Arcade Fire - Neon Bible
Belle & Sebastian - Dear Catastrophe Waitress
Belle & Sebastian - If You're Feeling Sinister
The Blow - Poor Aim : Love Songs & Remixes
Coldplay - Parachutes
datA - Skywriter
Death Cab - The Photo Album
Death Cab - Plans
Jose Gonzales - Veneer
Matt & Kim - S/T
Metric - Fantasies
Person L - The Positives
Phoenix - Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix
Pretty Girls Make Graves - Good Health
Pretty Girls Make Graves - The New Romance
Say Hi - The Wishes And The Glitch
Say Hi To Your Mom - Numbers & Mumbles
Single Tracks:
Cass McCombs - "Sacred Heart"
Enter Shikari - "Anything Can Happen In The Next Half Hour"
Feist - "Mushaboom"
Hall & Oates - "You Make My Dreams"
Professor Murder - "Free Stress Test"
Regina Spektor - "Hero"
///
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Monday, November 16, 2009
My closest attempt at being a lobbyist.
For my biology class, the discussion board topic this week was:
Fuck.
Oh how I wished my name was Adam or Kyle...
Anything but Matt (right now).
Haha.
I sat there, for about 10 minutes contemplating, while also reading some of my classmates responses to this topic.
Which by the way, a lot of my classmates are either (flatout) dumbasses, who don't read the guidelines of first names and what your supposed to write about...
Or they purposefully and strategically chose to fuck the guidelines, and write what they personally felt, cause they didn't have the moxie to do otherwise. Lol.
Either way, I feared my response wouldn't get points (very much needed) for not obeying the guidelines, so I began to reason with myself, what (the fuck) would anyone have to say in opposition to paying the wrongfully accused?
What heartless human being would confidentally support that opposition?
Right then and there, a light bulb clicked.
I thought about Thank You For Smoking.
The tobacco industry would be capable of putting a positive spin on this one.
I guess its not so bad that my name is Matt, after all.
Even though, I completely don't agree with the opposition, I reasoned with myself that if I want to be a decent writer (which I do), that I would inevitably have to write about things I don't necessarily agree with.
So, here's my attempt at being heartless:
-----------------------------
Dear citizens,
My job is to protect and serve. With the best evidence possible, I need to act and serve accordingly. If the evidence tells me to contribute to putting a man/woman in jail and in this process, giving him/her fair trial, and if they are convicted off that crime, then I am simply doing my job as a sheriff officer. Now, seeing many of these people that I have personally brought down, get retried to find out through DNA testing that they have only been wrongly accused, shocks me. Irks me. Surely, it pains me to see many of these people do time. But statistically, my job is to act accordingly, with the best evidence possible. Time changes, technology changes, mistakes will be made because of this. We are all products of a flimsy system, equal to a "beta" version; there is really no way of being definitively correct all the time. There is always going to be mistakes, and who's to say that the retried aren't guilty because of flawed, inaccurate, or outdated DNA testing? So I don't believe its fair that a man simply doing his job, especially being that involves the safety of a community, should be held responsible by paying a financial penalty.
-----------------------------
Eh?
It's not completely a disasterous attempt, I'd say.
///
Fuck.
Oh how I wished my name was Adam or Kyle...
Anything but Matt (right now).
Haha.
I sat there, for about 10 minutes contemplating, while also reading some of my classmates responses to this topic.
Which by the way, a lot of my classmates are either (flatout) dumbasses, who don't read the guidelines of first names and what your supposed to write about...
Or they purposefully and strategically chose to fuck the guidelines, and write what they personally felt, cause they didn't have the moxie to do otherwise. Lol.
Either way, I feared my response wouldn't get points (very much needed) for not obeying the guidelines, so I began to reason with myself, what (the fuck) would anyone have to say in opposition to paying the wrongfully accused?
What heartless human being would confidentally support that opposition?
Right then and there, a light bulb clicked.
I thought about Thank You For Smoking.
The tobacco industry would be capable of putting a positive spin on this one.
I guess its not so bad that my name is Matt, after all.
Even though, I completely don't agree with the opposition, I reasoned with myself that if I want to be a decent writer (which I do), that I would inevitably have to write about things I don't necessarily agree with.
So, here's my attempt at being heartless:
-----------------------------
Dear citizens,
My job is to protect and serve. With the best evidence possible, I need to act and serve accordingly. If the evidence tells me to contribute to putting a man/woman in jail and in this process, giving him/her fair trial, and if they are convicted off that crime, then I am simply doing my job as a sheriff officer. Now, seeing many of these people that I have personally brought down, get retried to find out through DNA testing that they have only been wrongly accused, shocks me. Irks me. Surely, it pains me to see many of these people do time. But statistically, my job is to act accordingly, with the best evidence possible. Time changes, technology changes, mistakes will be made because of this. We are all products of a flimsy system, equal to a "beta" version; there is really no way of being definitively correct all the time. There is always going to be mistakes, and who's to say that the retried aren't guilty because of flawed, inaccurate, or outdated DNA testing? So I don't believe its fair that a man simply doing his job, especially being that involves the safety of a community, should be held responsible by paying a financial penalty.
-----------------------------
Eh?
It's not completely a disasterous attempt, I'd say.
///
Friday, November 13, 2009
scattered thoughts
Part I:
Found this cool poll blogspot widget.
Expect it updated on weekly basis.
But for now though (and until the day after Thanksgiving), there will be just this poll.
And if there's something I'm missing about the Thanksgiving experience, enthuse me. Lol.
------------------------------
Part II:
Goddamn Pandora needs to make a embeddable player, so I can strike up some tunes on here.
Hopefully, they hear me.
(Till then, if you need some [inspiring] tunes... I have a section in the left margin "dare you, to care", which has my Pandora stations to access.)
[God, I love pandora. What would I do without you?]
------------------------------
Part III:
Last night, marked the first night my phone shows traces of inevitable death.
The screen has (a couple) cracks from top to bottom.
Now the touchscreen is rendered useless.
I have no idea, what exactly cracked my screen.
But I need to stop treating everything like rugged Nextels.
Countdown to iPhone upgrade: 49 days?
Till then, I have to be less lazy, and actually use my cursors and keypad.
-----------------------------
Part IV:
I love this [sweater] weather.
Enough said.
------------------------------
Listening to:
The Blow - Paper Television
Phoenix - Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix
She & Him (forever)
Say Hi
///
Found this cool poll blogspot widget.
Expect it updated on weekly basis.
But for now though (and until the day after Thanksgiving), there will be just this poll.
And if there's something I'm missing about the Thanksgiving experience, enthuse me. Lol.
------------------------------
Part II:
Goddamn Pandora needs to make a embeddable player, so I can strike up some tunes on here.
Hopefully, they hear me.
(Till then, if you need some [inspiring] tunes... I have a section in the left margin "dare you, to care", which has my Pandora stations to access.)
[God, I love pandora. What would I do without you?]
------------------------------
Part III:
Last night, marked the first night my phone shows traces of inevitable death.
The screen has (a couple) cracks from top to bottom.
Now the touchscreen is rendered useless.
I have no idea, what exactly cracked my screen.
But I need to stop treating everything like rugged Nextels.
Countdown to iPhone upgrade: 49 days?
Till then, I have to be less lazy, and actually use my cursors and keypad.
-----------------------------
Part IV:
I love this [sweater] weather.
Enough said.
------------------------------
Listening to:
The Blow - Paper Television
Phoenix - Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix
She & Him (forever)
Say Hi
///
Monday, November 9, 2009
The Death Of Skateboarding
Preface:
I am a native american.
I once owned the land beneath you.
I trusted the government.
I am now a prisoner, entitled to only leftovers.
My image will forever be blemished.
Like native americans, skateboarding is now a product of the system.
Skateboarding has gone though many periods.
Yet, it has forever been an artform, an act of free expression.
A tool of youthful exuberance, and a social network.
Public opinion has always had a negative portrayal of us in society. (We aren't a sport.)
And it has only been just recently that we have become been socially acceptable.
While this may be a great thing (on paper), we have only allowed the spoils of society into our very sacred practice.
This exposure on the grandeur scale, within mediums of advertisement, television, and video games, has only been poison to the ethics of our artform.
Yeah, exposure is great. Don't get me wrong.
I completely enjoy watching episodes of Fantasy Factory or the Maloof Money Cup without having to sitting in front of a computer. (Oh, how I wish I had Fuel TV. Lol)
And I also enjoy picking up a controller and skating in the lifelike simulations that Skate has created.
We are spoiled, in that regard.
But as we become more and more socially acceptable, we in turn become loudly marketable and corporate appealing.
Art and corporation; oil and water.
There's no history of the two collaborating to a shared success.
------------------------------
Here are two pieces of evidence, to this downfall I have addressed.
(Along with further commentary)
First piece:
There's absolutely nothing wrong with Mike Mo going to demos, only to find himself playing games of S.K.A.T.E against little rascals who can't wait to tell their friends that they've gotten 1 or 2 letters on him. I'm totally cool with it, and in a way I admire it.
That isn't why I posted this particular video.
It's the fact that this awkward tike at this demo, has no idea who Mike Mo Capaldi is (Baha, fuckin Mike Biber). He is then corrected by this dudebro who doesn't come across any more knowledgeable then him, by not knowing how to pronounce Biebel.
Disclaimer:
If you skate, this is common knowledge.
It's like playing basketball, and not knowing who or how to pronounce Lebron or Kobe.
I have a little bit of sympathy for the little kid. Because he's obviously timid, embarrassed, and clearly doesn't skate. I honestly feel kind of bad for him, especially being that this video streams from ESPN (technically).
But the taller guy just comes off as a complete bloke. I don't buy his misunderstanding. This bro doesn't give any shit about skating. He just had nothing else better to do that day, cause he didn't have football practice. Lol
------------------------------
Second Piece:
Wow.
What happened?
When will (fuckin pointless) plot driven skateboard video games croak?
And when will somebody acknowledge this, as clearly the same road the Tony Hawk series went down? (Doesn't anyone learn from mistakes.)
Anyone sense the pattern.
Skate (1) & Tony Hawk Pro Skater (1):
Solely about skating what was already created and prioritization of gameplay and mechanics (notably the introduction of Skate's Flick-It. BEST THING EVER).
Skate (2) & Tony Hawk PS(2):
Still very much about core surroundings and mechanics.
Although Skate 2, like many of the later Tony Hawk titles, which pushed:
I am a native american.
I once owned the land beneath you.
I trusted the government.
I am now a prisoner, entitled to only leftovers.
My image will forever be blemished.
Like native americans, skateboarding is now a product of the system.
Skateboarding has gone though many periods.
Yet, it has forever been an artform, an act of free expression.
A tool of youthful exuberance, and a social network.
Public opinion has always had a negative portrayal of us in society. (We aren't a sport.)
And it has only been just recently that we have become been socially acceptable.
While this may be a great thing (on paper), we have only allowed the spoils of society into our very sacred practice.
This exposure on the grandeur scale, within mediums of advertisement, television, and video games, has only been poison to the ethics of our artform.
Yeah, exposure is great. Don't get me wrong.
I completely enjoy watching episodes of Fantasy Factory or the Maloof Money Cup without having to sitting in front of a computer. (Oh, how I wish I had Fuel TV. Lol)
And I also enjoy picking up a controller and skating in the lifelike simulations that Skate has created.
We are spoiled, in that regard.
But as we become more and more socially acceptable, we in turn become loudly marketable and corporate appealing.
Art and corporation; oil and water.
There's no history of the two collaborating to a shared success.
------------------------------
Here are two pieces of evidence, to this downfall I have addressed.
(Along with further commentary)
First piece:
There's absolutely nothing wrong with Mike Mo going to demos, only to find himself playing games of S.K.A.T.E against little rascals who can't wait to tell their friends that they've gotten 1 or 2 letters on him. I'm totally cool with it, and in a way I admire it.
That isn't why I posted this particular video.
It's the fact that this awkward tike at this demo, has no idea who Mike Mo Capaldi is (Baha, fuckin Mike Biber). He is then corrected by this dudebro who doesn't come across any more knowledgeable then him, by not knowing how to pronounce Biebel.
Disclaimer:
If you skate, this is common knowledge.
It's like playing basketball, and not knowing who or how to pronounce Lebron or Kobe.
I have a little bit of sympathy for the little kid. Because he's obviously timid, embarrassed, and clearly doesn't skate. I honestly feel kind of bad for him, especially being that this video streams from ESPN (technically).
But the taller guy just comes off as a complete bloke. I don't buy his misunderstanding. This bro doesn't give any shit about skating. He just had nothing else better to do that day, cause he didn't have football practice. Lol
------------------------------
Second Piece:
Wow.
What happened?
When will (fuckin pointless) plot driven skateboard video games croak?
And when will somebody acknowledge this, as clearly the same road the Tony Hawk series went down? (Doesn't anyone learn from mistakes.)
Anyone sense the pattern.
Skate (1) & Tony Hawk Pro Skater (1):
Solely about skating what was already created and prioritization of gameplay and mechanics (notably the introduction of Skate's Flick-It. BEST THING EVER).
Skate (2) & Tony Hawk PS(2):
Still very much about core surroundings and mechanics.
Although Skate 2, like many of the later Tony Hawk titles, which pushed:
- self-exploration of terrain (i.e. movable objects and level customization)
- new controls and mechanics (i.e. handflips, handplants, and footplants)
- more character customization (i.e. importing of graphics.)
- deeper story-line, missions, and objectives
- and the introduction of a (sloppy) walking mechanic.
Every one of these components were clearly stated and demanded in the messageboards and forums of Skate (1) fans. (I myself, frequented the EA Skate forums, but hoping to find evidence that this wouldn't be another Tony Hawk curse to skateboarding.)
I personally can't stand the "overkill" of features. Who the fuck do you know, that does handflips and footplants (that isn't trying to make a joke)? Haha.
But like any other democratic process, the voice of the majority will eventually get its way. Unfortunately, the gaming majority's interest is not the interest of our "true skateboard minority".
Final Thoughts:
1. Why is EA listening to these kids, who purchase video games with weekly allowances and gift cards from holidays-past?
2. What happen to the guidance of pro skateboarders, in the production of Skate titles?
They once prided themselves with this attention to detail.
3. And at what price are they willing to pay, to see another failed series embodying every characteristic that (true) skateboarding has always been against.
Stop allowing "awkward tikes" and "brodudes" from ruin the image of skateboarding.
Stop Skate 3.
(Or better yet, prove me wrong.)
///
Friday, November 6, 2009
November Nine
Final Table Broadcast
Tuesday, November 10
9pm ESPN
Prediction:
Darvin Moon will be ousted around 5th place. (Luck will end here.)
4th: Ivey (To far in the hole, to make a legit run.)
3rd: Cada
2nd: Shulman
1st: Steve Begleiter will win. (The rich will get richer.)
///
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Yet another dilemma
I'm having a hard time deciding whether...
...I like She & Him more, or (500) Days Of Summer.
(Either way, I suppose works for me.)
Credits:
"Why Do You Let Me Stay Here?"
By: She & Him
Directed By: Marc Webb
------------------------------
Sidenote:
I found myself flipping back and forth between the final game of the World Series (which I'm absolutely not a baseball fan, but more a fan of celebration, I'd say) and Changeling, which happened to be on HBO.
I didn't at all intend on watching Changeling. It just never appealed to me. I think this is because of the emergence of other 20's inspired movies, or frankly any movie set in the early eras. I tend to believe they rely too heavily on big budget and star power. The genre just feels a bit diluted and gimmicky as more and more of these films come about on a yearly basis. So, I find myself looking past them when they're released into theaters.
But when the vintage Universal Studios intro came at the opening credits of Changeling, I found myself wondering... What movie went so far as to be particular with this Universal intro? I enjoy that 5 to 10 secs of visual detail. Props, Eastwood.
2 hours later. (1:30am.) (Which I also have class in the morning.)
I find myself awake and elated, with so many emotions. So much I want to talk about.
It was quite a rollercoaster.
I felt so disgusted; particularly every scene that Captain Jones was in. Fuck him, and the guy who played him so well.
And I equally felt so compelled to the pain and suffering of Christine Collins.
Inevitably, leaving me overjoyed to the see a smiling, strong-hearted Angelina Jolie in the last moments of the film.
On most mornings, I pain to think about the nights I spend laying in bed aimlessly watching TV.
So unlike most days, when I find my face adhered to my desk... struggling to stay awake in 7 hours, I'll make sure to remind myself how much it was worth it.
///
...I like She & Him more, or (500) Days Of Summer.
(Either way, I suppose works for me.)
Credits:
"Why Do You Let Me Stay Here?"
By: She & Him
Directed By: Marc Webb
------------------------------
Sidenote:
I found myself flipping back and forth between the final game of the World Series (which I'm absolutely not a baseball fan, but more a fan of celebration, I'd say) and Changeling, which happened to be on HBO.
I didn't at all intend on watching Changeling. It just never appealed to me. I think this is because of the emergence of other 20's inspired movies, or frankly any movie set in the early eras. I tend to believe they rely too heavily on big budget and star power. The genre just feels a bit diluted and gimmicky as more and more of these films come about on a yearly basis. So, I find myself looking past them when they're released into theaters.
But when the vintage Universal Studios intro came at the opening credits of Changeling, I found myself wondering... What movie went so far as to be particular with this Universal intro? I enjoy that 5 to 10 secs of visual detail. Props, Eastwood.
2 hours later. (1:30am.) (Which I also have class in the morning.)
I find myself awake and elated, with so many emotions. So much I want to talk about.
It was quite a rollercoaster.
I felt so disgusted; particularly every scene that Captain Jones was in. Fuck him, and the guy who played him so well.
And I equally felt so compelled to the pain and suffering of Christine Collins.
Inevitably, leaving me overjoyed to the see a smiling, strong-hearted Angelina Jolie in the last moments of the film.
On most mornings, I pain to think about the nights I spend laying in bed aimlessly watching TV.
So unlike most days, when I find my face adhered to my desk... struggling to stay awake in 7 hours, I'll make sure to remind myself how much it was worth it.
///
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Halloweenies and beanies
Sigh. Good times.
Correction, funny times.
I never knew it, but I've always enjoyed Halloween.
Although, its not as anticipatory as it was when I was quite younger.
My best recollections of the annual event were spent in the consecutive years that I went out to Taylan's house in Black Hammock (Definitively, the best place in the world). Trips consisted of shooting guns, interesting sleeping arrangements, my first (real) adventures with alcohol (and embarrassment haha), and just simply making memories with my best of friends.
But one of my favorite parts bar none, have always been the trips to and from Taylan's.
Particularly and one of the most memorable moments in my life was the year me and Jonah rode together. I believe my sophomore year. In brief, the night was quite blur, but it was the morning after that I never seemed to forget. With the windows of his rooms open, allowing the draft of what was soon to be winter through, I recall walking into Taylan's room. A Miles Davis CD was playing, and just remember sitting in there, breathing it all in. Adding to that sense of liberation and serenity, Jonah and I rode back home. It felt oddly as if, we were on that one empty road with its trees encompassing every direction, for days. We listened to minimalistic Steve Reich that whole ride back. Eventually the restless night caught up with me. I fell asleep. But, I wish I didn't.
If that was my sophomore year, that would make it 5 years ago.
Its crazy to think how much times have changed.
The next year later included the presence of Daniel Moody, Jay Jenkins, and Max (and of course other lesser important people lol). But since not every one knew how to get to the house, we all met up at the Gate gas station on Heckscher. I believe there was a convoy of like 5 or 6 cars. We had the road to ourselves the whole way to Taylan's (since it was at night), so we fooled around the whole time; swerving, tailgating, and driving off the road. It was quite amazing.
But just last year I recall, me and Tonee were driving back from Taylan's and my car totally hydroplaned around a bend at the end of New Berlin Rd. It was equally one of the scariest and most exhilarating moments of my life. Haha.
Good times.
------------------------------
As for last night, it will never compare to those Black Hammock years, but it was surely a refreshing experience.
I left Fleming Island with a whole carload; Ivan, Ritter, and Devin. Got to Will's (formerly Bill's, although that can always change) somewhere around 4. With no definitive schedule to go by, time lapsed hours until any activity worth mentioning. With no one arriving at the "set" time of 9, I began to wonder the intensity the party would measure. Clearly that bothered me, but I hold no grudges (especially to Will, although he does owe me $15 still, lol). So patiently, we proceeded without everyone. People eventually came. But I left prior to this.
I decided to stop by for Jeff's 21st birthday party at the Shuck residence. I was there for 5 mins, because they decided to move the keg a couple miles down the road. I followed with Jeff and Lane. Clock eventually struck midnight, and Jeff openly accepted his introduction into the grown up world. Although technically, he was born at 8am, so he really was no different than me at that particular time. Lol. I'm just really happy that I got to be there for him at midnight, cause me and him have had a deep history.
But soon after, I got back on the road, swiped up Tonee, and got back to Will's. Corey and Lauren were present, I wasn't at all expecting that as I walked in. Lol. I also realized that Ritter no longer was wearing his bumble bee costume. And after getting the full story, of how the cops showed up (which happened to be a set up) and Ritter and Devin bucking out and jumping fences to flee the scene, we went to go get his costume off the ground on the other side of the block. Bahaha.
From that point, the rest of the night was a complete blur.
I woke up this morning on a couch, in the fetal position. To my left were 2, maybe 3 people on another couch. I wasn't paying any sort of attention at that particular moment. Lol. It was kind of cold, too. I wanted to get up and get my sweater out of my bag (which was 10 steps from my comfy couch) but I couldn't quite muster up the motivation to make that move. At 9, I was rudely awaken to the voice of Will. I reasoned with myself, that Will was gonna act like Will, as usual. Correct. He was in demand mode, and I was in "I don't give a shit" mode. It worked out quite nicely, in my favor. Haha.
The guys filled me in on what I missed, since I guess I fell asleep early. For example, the second run in with the cops in one night. Lol. I guess there's no hiding from the fuzz. Devin, Tonee, and Ritter decided to take a midnight stroll around the neighborhood. Except it wasn't midnight... it was like 4am. I guess that tends to look more sketch than normal, thus attracting the attention of the cops. One 4am stroll = 4 squad cars (that makes sense, I guess.)
They also filled me in on this one dude at the party, Will's boss at T-Mobile. Dude was straight Chicago status and straight out of "My New Haircut". Guy was surely a bloke, in my mind.
Moral of that story: Eric does a damn good impression of blokes
------------------------------
The Pictures Of The Evening
(all pictures can be expanded)
Correction, funny times.
I never knew it, but I've always enjoyed Halloween.
Although, its not as anticipatory as it was when I was quite younger.
My best recollections of the annual event were spent in the consecutive years that I went out to Taylan's house in Black Hammock (Definitively, the best place in the world). Trips consisted of shooting guns, interesting sleeping arrangements, my first (real) adventures with alcohol (and embarrassment haha), and just simply making memories with my best of friends.
But one of my favorite parts bar none, have always been the trips to and from Taylan's.
Particularly and one of the most memorable moments in my life was the year me and Jonah rode together. I believe my sophomore year. In brief, the night was quite blur, but it was the morning after that I never seemed to forget. With the windows of his rooms open, allowing the draft of what was soon to be winter through, I recall walking into Taylan's room. A Miles Davis CD was playing, and just remember sitting in there, breathing it all in. Adding to that sense of liberation and serenity, Jonah and I rode back home. It felt oddly as if, we were on that one empty road with its trees encompassing every direction, for days. We listened to minimalistic Steve Reich that whole ride back. Eventually the restless night caught up with me. I fell asleep. But, I wish I didn't.
If that was my sophomore year, that would make it 5 years ago.
Its crazy to think how much times have changed.
The next year later included the presence of Daniel Moody, Jay Jenkins, and Max (and of course other lesser important people lol). But since not every one knew how to get to the house, we all met up at the Gate gas station on Heckscher. I believe there was a convoy of like 5 or 6 cars. We had the road to ourselves the whole way to Taylan's (since it was at night), so we fooled around the whole time; swerving, tailgating, and driving off the road. It was quite amazing.
But just last year I recall, me and Tonee were driving back from Taylan's and my car totally hydroplaned around a bend at the end of New Berlin Rd. It was equally one of the scariest and most exhilarating moments of my life. Haha.
Good times.
------------------------------
As for last night, it will never compare to those Black Hammock years, but it was surely a refreshing experience.
I left Fleming Island with a whole carload; Ivan, Ritter, and Devin. Got to Will's (formerly Bill's, although that can always change) somewhere around 4. With no definitive schedule to go by, time lapsed hours until any activity worth mentioning. With no one arriving at the "set" time of 9, I began to wonder the intensity the party would measure. Clearly that bothered me, but I hold no grudges (especially to Will, although he does owe me $15 still, lol). So patiently, we proceeded without everyone. People eventually came. But I left prior to this.
I decided to stop by for Jeff's 21st birthday party at the Shuck residence. I was there for 5 mins, because they decided to move the keg a couple miles down the road. I followed with Jeff and Lane. Clock eventually struck midnight, and Jeff openly accepted his introduction into the grown up world. Although technically, he was born at 8am, so he really was no different than me at that particular time. Lol. I'm just really happy that I got to be there for him at midnight, cause me and him have had a deep history.
But soon after, I got back on the road, swiped up Tonee, and got back to Will's. Corey and Lauren were present, I wasn't at all expecting that as I walked in. Lol. I also realized that Ritter no longer was wearing his bumble bee costume. And after getting the full story, of how the cops showed up (which happened to be a set up) and Ritter and Devin bucking out and jumping fences to flee the scene, we went to go get his costume off the ground on the other side of the block. Bahaha.
From that point, the rest of the night was a complete blur.
I woke up this morning on a couch, in the fetal position. To my left were 2, maybe 3 people on another couch. I wasn't paying any sort of attention at that particular moment. Lol. It was kind of cold, too. I wanted to get up and get my sweater out of my bag (which was 10 steps from my comfy couch) but I couldn't quite muster up the motivation to make that move. At 9, I was rudely awaken to the voice of Will. I reasoned with myself, that Will was gonna act like Will, as usual. Correct. He was in demand mode, and I was in "I don't give a shit" mode. It worked out quite nicely, in my favor. Haha.
The guys filled me in on what I missed, since I guess I fell asleep early. For example, the second run in with the cops in one night. Lol. I guess there's no hiding from the fuzz. Devin, Tonee, and Ritter decided to take a midnight stroll around the neighborhood. Except it wasn't midnight... it was like 4am. I guess that tends to look more sketch than normal, thus attracting the attention of the cops. One 4am stroll = 4 squad cars (that makes sense, I guess.)
They also filled me in on this one dude at the party, Will's boss at T-Mobile. Dude was straight Chicago status and straight out of "My New Haircut". Guy was surely a bloke, in my mind.
Moral of that story: Eric does a damn good impression of blokes
------------------------------
The Pictures Of The Evening
(all pictures can be expanded)
I was (supposed to be) straight edge. Haha.
And under closer inspection, you will see that I wasn't completely uninspiring.
The intention was to subtle and not overkill.
Iono, I'm just not much for transformations, but this did allow me to trial run the tattoo and piercing lifestyle. And after much consideration, I have a little more than mixed feelings on it. Lol
I also had a really dope Gator Bait tat at the bend of my arm, that had the years (1996, 2006, 2008, and 2009*) included, but unfortunately it was hard to shoot.
(*Confidence. GO GATORS!)
(i thought i loved you, but it was just how you looked in the light.)
RVCA lightning pride
witta
The bees. The brew got them buzzin.
Ivan attempted to rock tights and no sweats over them.
He just looked and acted gay as fuck. Lol
This is the outcome of a last second costume purchase.
Shit was just awkward right off the bat. Hahaha
Cash for covering the keg. Not sure if Will ended up breaking even.
Devin rockin the hand-me-down. Ivan wore that last year.
I would have sworn it was the cookie monster though. Lol.
Maybe I'll take it next year.
angles
an inappropriate elmo
Chicago a.k.a my new haircut. Supposedly he knows Damon Jones. Lol
Particularly, my fav photo out of the set. It's interesting.
Baby table status. Making it as legitimate as possible is always the key.
Lol
I surely hit awkward by this point.
Tonee is completely underestimated in life. Haha
A genius at work. If you've never seen one before, than you're quite welcome. Lol
A couple points to make here:
1. If taken out of context, Tonee could be puking. I just love its candid quality.
2. Travis is the shit.
3. I can't seem to tell whether his sweater is small, or if he's rockin too tall of a tee that his sweater is actually normal size. Lol.
4. Oh, did i mention tonee is a genius?
THE MOST AWKWARD PICTURE IN THE SET (Oh yeah, there's an award.)
Corey's cameo appearance. He was himself for halloween, I believe.
Uninspiring, but surely classy.
------------------------------
But now that Halloween is behind me, its time to look forward.
...Look forward to another shitty week.
In other news:
Gangs of Fourstar (Europe tour video) is posted on fourstarclothing.com (2 thumbs up)
///
Friday, October 30, 2009
Haha
If I had any say in how the world should be, I would tell Spike Jonze that he no longer has to make produce or direct big budget films.
These do me enough justice, as is.
www.crailtap.com/c3/newrandoms/spike_andy_fight.mov
(I tried to embed this, but I failed.)
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These do me enough justice, as is.
www.crailtap.com/c3/newrandoms/spike_andy_fight.mov
(I tried to embed this, but I failed.)
///
Oh, Kanye
Behind the scenes: Spike Jonze's We Were Once A Fairytale short film.
Kanye deserved that, very much so.
(Does anyone else notice how good he is at playing stuck up.)
///
Tegan and Sara
With Sainthood having been just released this past Tuesday.
Let me light the fire a little, cause it is quite an acquisition.
I persuade everyone (i.e. any one who happens to read my blog. ha) to give it a spin.
Or maybe even dig a little deeper.
My review of Sainthood should be nearing around the bend soon enough.
But in the meantime, here's a live video to percolate your senses.
I do understand this is off The Con and has nothing to do with Sainthood, but this particular video surely deserves somebody's attention.
And although Tegan's noticeably under the weather, they still manage to orchestrate an enjoyable version of "The Con".
Devin loves lesbians.
Shit, I guess I do too.
But just these two in particular. Lol.
///
Let me light the fire a little, cause it is quite an acquisition.
I persuade everyone (i.e. any one who happens to read my blog. ha) to give it a spin.
Or maybe even dig a little deeper.
My review of Sainthood should be nearing around the bend soon enough.
But in the meantime, here's a live video to percolate your senses.
I do understand this is off The Con and has nothing to do with Sainthood, but this particular video surely deserves somebody's attention.
And although Tegan's noticeably under the weather, they still manage to orchestrate an enjoyable version of "The Con".
Devin loves lesbians.
Shit, I guess I do too.
But just these two in particular. Lol.
///
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Anxiety
Part I:
For some reason, I feel like I'm forgetting something.
Part I(B):
All of this probably has something to do with this buildup of responsibility that I have for this weekend, especially because its Halloween (but not directly because its Halloween).
...When my life lacks an object of affection.
Part II:
Life needs more (task oriented) lists.
For some reason, I feel like I'm forgetting something.
Which is adding to this short of breathe and weird sense of discomfort.
This is absolutely foreign to me.
Which is why I can't seem to make complete sense of this.
------------------------------
(Complete side-thought: At what intensity of anxiety is a medicated approach necessary?
When should I worry? And I'm not at all thinking that I would ever need a prescription to Valium, Xanax, or Klonopin... But who does and why? How bad can anxiety get?
I dont know. I just can't seem to type at all or function properly for this reason solely.)
(Back to the intial intent of this post.)
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Part I(B):
All of this probably has something to do with this buildup of responsibility that I have for this weekend, especially because its Halloween (but not directly because its Halloween).
It's just bad timing.
I'm not to excited about this holiday coming so abruptly.
Not that I couldn't plan for it, but because a series of events had led to my stressed mindset.
Everything is a mess, right now.
And these past 2 days in particular, have made me realized... (I hate saying this too, but)
I'm a zombie.
I'm motivation-less.
And I'm completely oblivious to personal management (i.e. health, time, and finances).
...When my life lacks an object of affection.
I've been missing that for more than a while now.
So, I'm just a bit disorganized (generally speaking).
There's just something about relationships, that keep me on task and in check.
Tragic flaw. (Note: Remedy this.)
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Part II:
Life needs more (task oriented) lists.
Thursday: Leave here. Mow lawn. Carve linoleum. Do more than stare at Bio.
Friday: Surely don't just stare at Bio. Then go to work till midnight.
Saturday: Work your shitty, baby-dick of a shift. Get a little loose.
Sunday: Don't sleep in; if you do you're fucked. Make powerpoint for social suicide (speech).
Monday: Drive to class. Drive to print; and print like there's no tomorrow. Then proceed back home, to talk to a mirror for a couple hours, preparing for an inevitable (and yet very painful) death.
Tuesday: (Hopefully) Survive. And laugh about how uneventful the next week to come will be.
Wednesday: Create a new list.
Final Thought
Figured my anxiety would go away, after blogging about it.
Figured my anxiety would go away, after blogging about it.
I was wrong.
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Thursday, October 22, 2009
A Meaningful Moment w/ Max Willman
(This new segment will feature the simple brilliance within the mind of Max Willman. Haha)
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Saturday, October 17, 2009
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Last Rant About Mike Skinner
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