Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Into the Wild
some of us just have that streak in them, the tearing desire to just leave and do something bigger and not fit into this ridiculous notion fo life
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Amazing Photographer from Madrid : Eugenio Recueco
Mildly obsessed with his amazing, cinematic work. This is what I imagine when I read "Alice In Wonderland"or any fairy tale.
Bonus Points for having an entire shoot dedicated to Hitchcock's "The Birds".
A lovely combination of surrealism, satire, aesthetic integrity and random humor. Perfect in every element.
Slight Dali-esque feel to it, and a tad macabre...the result is perfection.
Plus, the man obviously has a
Here are just a few examples of his profound pieces, although choosing was rather difficult since I adore each and every one.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Saturday, July 25, 2009
We are to end, by our own hand.
The New York Times has just published an article to add to my Apocalypse Scrapbook, entitled "Scientists Worry that Machines May Outsmart Man". Oh joy, first help create our eradicator, then pose a possible doubt in relation to our mere existence. But where there are the weary, there remain the foolhardy who see no threat in the advancement of technology. What could possibly happen? It's not like nearly all of our current media industries are being ripped apart and the economy collapsing as an indirect result. People truly will not care until humans themselves are threatened...which of course will be too late.
Having A.I. as a real possibility in the near future is not. a. good. thing.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
disney & dali
absolutely adore it, especially because it contains dandelions. now if only it had jellyfish...
Simple is Best
how to live the simplest, carefree life possible while still interacting in the normal world.
1. limit cell phone use.
2. restrict meals to 4 dollars or less.
for instance: ramen, with complimentary ingredients from a salad bar.
add cheeses, sauce, dressing, veggies and even tofu or chicken.
and voila! 50 cent pasta!
3. fight off your demons.
stop listening to the incessant voices in your head. this may include insecurities, paranoia, dread, anxiety, and suspicion. rather than dwell on the negative, focus attention on positive moments devoid of said demons. then exude that energy to the negative places,and see problems melt away.
4. drama just ain't worth it.
avoid at all costs, and cut people out of your life that tend to gravitate around it. it won't leave them, and even worse it may attach to you. like the plague or a smelly goat, just steer clear.
5. nature will sooth all.
go sit outside, relish the rain, bask in the sunlight, sit and do nothing but stare at the stars for a while. soon all the insignificant queries mean zilch, and your body will feel rejuvenated.
make the feeling last. do what makes you happy. erase things that do not.
1. limit cell phone use.
2. restrict meals to 4 dollars or less.
for instance: ramen, with complimentary ingredients from a salad bar.
add cheeses, sauce, dressing, veggies and even tofu or chicken.
and voila! 50 cent pasta!
3. fight off your demons.
stop listening to the incessant voices in your head. this may include insecurities, paranoia, dread, anxiety, and suspicion. rather than dwell on the negative, focus attention on positive moments devoid of said demons. then exude that energy to the negative places,and see problems melt away.
4. drama just ain't worth it.
avoid at all costs, and cut people out of your life that tend to gravitate around it. it won't leave them, and even worse it may attach to you. like the plague or a smelly goat, just steer clear.
5. nature will sooth all.
go sit outside, relish the rain, bask in the sunlight, sit and do nothing but stare at the stars for a while. soon all the insignificant queries mean zilch, and your body will feel rejuvenated.
make the feeling last. do what makes you happy. erase things that do not.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Farewell
Apparently nothing gold can stay. Warren Oakes, of Against me!, has decided to leave the band to pursue his restaurant in Gainesvillr, among other things. While being too torn up to actually discuss the event, it needs to be shared. Oh how I will miss his thumping beats, owllike spectacles and shaggy beard. It is a sad day for anarchist folk punk.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
This must be a joke.
Society on a whole is on the out & out, and Kanye West is the pied piper for the all too near apocalypse. Evidence one? The following video.
The eighties were possibly the most horrendous in American history (let's just stick to culture-wise for now). The fashion consisted of gold lame, bad geometry and hiliters gone awfully wrong. Hip-hop has been dead for quite some time, save the occasional decent underground emergence. Kanye West is a prime example of our modern atrocity. To consider this music, let alone "rap", is a travesty of sound. His rhymes consist of meaningless repetition, his voice manipulated and dubbed over by a computer program. The beats could have easily been ripped from Drew's Dance Party Mix!, a 99 cent bastardization of club hits. Please, music industry, cease with this prank and release us from this eardrum trauma.
The eighties were possibly the most horrendous in American history (let's just stick to culture-wise for now). The fashion consisted of gold lame, bad geometry and hiliters gone awfully wrong. Hip-hop has been dead for quite some time, save the occasional decent underground emergence. Kanye West is a prime example of our modern atrocity. To consider this music, let alone "rap", is a travesty of sound. His rhymes consist of meaningless repetition, his voice manipulated and dubbed over by a computer program. The beats could have easily been ripped from Drew's Dance Party Mix!, a 99 cent bastardization of club hits. Please, music industry, cease with this prank and release us from this eardrum trauma.
Street Art
Born in Spain, "Sir X" is a graffiti artist with a 1984-esque thematic scheme, his stencils often done in B&W with an alarming pop. Like most artists, his social and cultural commentary casts a weary eye on today's corrupt modern world.
Ambitions
save newspapers (even if it means just collecting them)
acknowledge abandoned houses (live for free)
street art saves (vive la revolution)
protest the onslaught of technology (killing our society & culture)
acknowledge abandoned houses (live for free)
street art saves (vive la revolution)
protest the onslaught of technology (killing our society & culture)
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
New Blog!
Sunday, April 12, 2009
"I wish that I'd sailed the darkened seas....."
"Yeah, never thought I'd be on a boat
It's a big blue watery road (yeah)
Poseidon
Look at me, oh (all hands on deck)
Never thought I'd see the day
When a big boat coming my way
Believe me when I say
I fucked a mermaid"
It's either this or join the now-villainized Somali pirates.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Constructive Criticism of an Old Friend
The New York Times is one of the things I look forward to each day. A bastion of truth, relevance, and honor, I believe the old gray lady is one of our country's greatest assets (especially during this traumatizing period of industry collapse).
However, an item in today's edition piqued my attention due its unwonted disregard for good taste.
I understand that the editor is in control of developing headlines, but the headline "On Tour of New York, Paterson Gets an Earful"(online), "On Statewide Tour, the Governor's Ears get a Workout"(print headline) is slightly inappropriate. After the fanfare of SNL's skit harping on Paterson's disability, the Times should proceed with caution when covering the governor. I'm sure it was a harmless mistake, but I can't be the only way to make the association between Paterson's lack of sight and the reference to him getting an "earful". The pull quote also emphasized the same point, declaring
"Amid many angry voices, a willingness to listen, and listen."
Cmon.
With the nature of the disability, hearing and all other senses would be heightened. He, of course, could not "get an eyeful" on the tour due to his inability to see. The headline was trite and in poor taste.
Monday, March 9, 2009
C&H
Posted from work, wishing I was skipping class and life yet again to experience the true moments.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
What's the first thing that you notice about this picture?
For me, it was the two hippie ladies.
For a comrade, it was the baby elephant.
What about you?
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Truth & Reality
The truth is always a compound of two half- truths, and you never reach it, because there is always something more to say.
- Tom Stoppard
- Tom Stoppard
Thursday, February 26, 2009
The Sad State of Affairs
Not even Bobby Jindal's bizarre yet comical republican response to Obama's "non-state of the union" address could lighten the mood of the nation. Obama's speech was eloquent yet grave; harsh yet hopeful. Rather than glaze over the recession, he presented our nation's problems and the sacrifices that we all must make in the upcoming months.
But back to the Republican Response.
Points of Interest:
* the entrance.
Bobby, where are you coming from? Are you aware that you are live in front of the nation? Is that your version of a dramatic entrance, because it looked like you were tying your shoe or grabbing a bite to eat in the dining room. Timing is important, according to Demetri Martin, and timing made you its bitch.
*The foyer
Um, whose house are you in? Are you lost? Who puts a flag on the end of their staircase? Described by other blogs and commentators as "antebellum", I half expected a Union soldier to waltz on down the stairs to join you.
*The Presentation
The Daily Show said it best. Note alarming resemblance to Kenneth the Page.
Just Creepy, awkward, and absurdly distracting.
*The Message
Oddly threatening and disapproving in an old Southern belle way. "Now Jimmy, we all know what happened last time you disobeyed. How about some pancakes?".
I thought Chris Matthew's response was dead-on, uttering "Oh,god," before he even opened his mouth to tell us about the mean ol' Democrats and big bad Katrina.
Politics are media circus, and last night Bobby Jindal's speech was the side show.
But back to the Republican Response.
Points of Interest:
* the entrance.
Bobby, where are you coming from? Are you aware that you are live in front of the nation? Is that your version of a dramatic entrance, because it looked like you were tying your shoe or grabbing a bite to eat in the dining room. Timing is important, according to Demetri Martin, and timing made you its bitch.
*The foyer
Um, whose house are you in? Are you lost? Who puts a flag on the end of their staircase? Described by other blogs and commentators as "antebellum", I half expected a Union soldier to waltz on down the stairs to join you.
*The Presentation
The Daily Show said it best. Note alarming resemblance to Kenneth the Page.
Just Creepy, awkward, and absurdly distracting.
*The Message
Oddly threatening and disapproving in an old Southern belle way. "Now Jimmy, we all know what happened last time you disobeyed. How about some pancakes?".
I thought Chris Matthew's response was dead-on, uttering "Oh,god," before he even opened his mouth to tell us about the mean ol' Democrats and big bad Katrina.
Politics are media circus, and last night Bobby Jindal's speech was the side show.
The Ultimate Rant on Technology
Society overrun by possessions- defined by Ipod, blog, facebook status,
Facebook+Relationships-scan (sparknotes for life)- before party survey the crowd, pick and choose who will identify with prior
Menu of people whatever happened to adaptation? Throwing oneself in the pit, seeing how changed after? Instead clinging to identifying markers and surrounding others
Cliques, “reinventing” just to stay the same
VICE- never before seen so many people willingly dressing the same
Hypocrisy of the counter-culture
Nothing new save the advent of technology
Social isolationism, market, ads
But not finding more about self-how many people reading? Looking at celebreality, burrowing in deeper hole instead of opening eyes
ADD generation-conversation without IM, text, vibration
Even if disconnected constantly looking around, wandering off in mind
Pills for ADD-taken to stay awake to be further subjected to a barrage culture
Where’s our generation’s Ginsberg, Kerouac, even Poe/Hemingway/Shakesspeare/Camus? The only literary giants these days are those who are referred by the queen of daytime television- A TALK SHOW. A million little pieces- a contrived biography, a FAKE. But dollar amounts don’t lie. Doctor Phil- FAKE.
Those who have made waves are false literary minds who cheats and exploitations have earned them even more publicity than say, our latest brilliant author
(this is relevant to all aspects of media and culture- 6th place Miss America out shadows winner by her ignorant comment)
online can be used as incredible resource but fritted away on trivial dribble- every time I see someone who I thought had an ounce of intrigue as soon as I scan a bubble-gum pink page with white scrawled I want to vomit the over-processed food in my stomach. Such a waste. Compare NASA to lolcats. Sad time for all of us.
Clan of Charlie browns.
Walden playlist on itunes exiled to the woods- just not the same.
Few encountered still don’t have cell phone not because overtly rebelling but just because they don’t see the need. These are the people I’d choose to be trapped on a desert island with, because the lack of the vibrating cellular device or email wouldn’t drive them batshit.
I love that song so much I'm going to use it as my personal leash.
Would you use the Beatles as your doorbell? I don’t think so.
Garage and Rock Band- computers over taking actual musicians, guitar hero and Rock band------worst phenomenon since the Wii. Um, pick up a real guitar. Try playing the drums. Instead, drones glued to the TV while virtual characters lip-synch to watered-down versions of real songs, those who don’t play merely watch a screen where bright lights flash and a series of beeps and boops rotate on a cyclical wheel. Awful.
Video games- win that battle for me baby, you’re such a HERO. And we wonder why obesity is a problem. Brilliant minds uncorrupted by one technology, owned by another. That’s like saying “I don’t smoke pot” but you’re a coke fiend. No wonder you’re stuck in the same place, stagnancy invading. Ever read (or see, sigh) the “Phantom Tollbooth”? It’s the Doldrums, darling.
Obesity- walk. Haven’t noticed a house down the street when you’ve lived there for over a year? You have a problem. Get out of your imitation climate and take a look around. Life is riddled with distractions anyway, why not purposely find them instead of ex. A:
Deciding you need to write a paper than spending 5 hours of YOUR LAST 20,000 days playing jetman. Go to an orchard- pick up a freaking apple. Hike a mountain. Open up your damn eyes. The environment surrounding you is typically free people…leave your cell phone, Ipod, camera, sidekick, and everything other mechanical parasite at home. Go to the beach and sit for a couple of hours. Feel that silence? Have a strange sensation welling up inside of you as you gaze out into the crashing waves? It’s called an original thought, nitwit.
Listen, technology and modern society are addicting. Trust me, I know. But let’s not ignore the fact that it’s whittling away our personalities and lives, without the benefit of achieving any real gain. People should be making a conscious effort to escape. Progress is beneficial, and I’m glad to have some form of security. I understand that modern conveniences make everyone’s life easier. But think about it, how much success is put in your life if your computer breaks for an hour? A week? A month? Maybe if we didn’t rely so heavily on possessions life would truly be easier. If computers and email (warning: hypocrisy & irony alert!) weren’t relied on so heavily, a huge stressor would be eliminated. Pen runs out of ink? Get another. Computer breaks down? Only a mere $700 to get a new one. Awful.
I have witnessed far too many nervous breakdowns on account of a cell phone left at home. Even I, the staunch opposer of technology, have felt like my life was spiraling downward when my Ipod was stolen, my cell phone was lost, and my computer broke. But why? I was in perfect health, I was surrounding by caring friends and family, and I was exactly where I wanted to be in my life. So modern personal technology facilitates existence as we know it. But does it? Anyone else remember Y2K? HELLO? Aren’t we supposed to be the epitome of advanced civilization and evolution of the human race? How could a switch of integers possibly put us on the brink of mass chaos and destruction?
It’s time to take back the reins in our lives. New technologies eliminate old ones faster with every day- a cannibalistic breed that we created. Everyone loses when a piece of mass-produced metal dominates our very existence. Algorithms connecting people online- arranged marriages ring a bell? Isn’t that considered primitive by today’s standards? Well, a computer is doing it for you. Have fun being told how to live your virtual life. I’ll be sure to send an e-card of sympathy after the webcast of your funeral.
Facebook+Relationships-scan (sparknotes for life)- before party survey the crowd, pick and choose who will identify with prior
Menu of people whatever happened to adaptation? Throwing oneself in the pit, seeing how changed after? Instead clinging to identifying markers and surrounding others
Cliques, “reinventing” just to stay the same
VICE- never before seen so many people willingly dressing the same
Hypocrisy of the counter-culture
Nothing new save the advent of technology
Social isolationism, market, ads
But not finding more about self-how many people reading? Looking at celebreality, burrowing in deeper hole instead of opening eyes
ADD generation-conversation without IM, text, vibration
Even if disconnected constantly looking around, wandering off in mind
Pills for ADD-taken to stay awake to be further subjected to a barrage culture
Where’s our generation’s Ginsberg, Kerouac, even Poe/Hemingway/Shakesspeare/Camus? The only literary giants these days are those who are referred by the queen of daytime television- A TALK SHOW. A million little pieces- a contrived biography, a FAKE. But dollar amounts don’t lie. Doctor Phil- FAKE.
Those who have made waves are false literary minds who cheats and exploitations have earned them even more publicity than say, our latest brilliant author
(this is relevant to all aspects of media and culture- 6th place Miss America out shadows winner by her ignorant comment)
online can be used as incredible resource but fritted away on trivial dribble- every time I see someone who I thought had an ounce of intrigue as soon as I scan a bubble-gum pink page with white scrawled I want to vomit the over-processed food in my stomach. Such a waste. Compare NASA to lolcats. Sad time for all of us.
Clan of Charlie browns.
Walden playlist on itunes exiled to the woods- just not the same.
Few encountered still don’t have cell phone not because overtly rebelling but just because they don’t see the need. These are the people I’d choose to be trapped on a desert island with, because the lack of the vibrating cellular device or email wouldn’t drive them batshit.
I love that song so much I'm going to use it as my personal leash.
Would you use the Beatles as your doorbell? I don’t think so.
Garage and Rock Band- computers over taking actual musicians, guitar hero and Rock band------worst phenomenon since the Wii. Um, pick up a real guitar. Try playing the drums. Instead, drones glued to the TV while virtual characters lip-synch to watered-down versions of real songs, those who don’t play merely watch a screen where bright lights flash and a series of beeps and boops rotate on a cyclical wheel. Awful.
Video games- win that battle for me baby, you’re such a HERO. And we wonder why obesity is a problem. Brilliant minds uncorrupted by one technology, owned by another. That’s like saying “I don’t smoke pot” but you’re a coke fiend. No wonder you’re stuck in the same place, stagnancy invading. Ever read (or see, sigh) the “Phantom Tollbooth”? It’s the Doldrums, darling.
Obesity- walk. Haven’t noticed a house down the street when you’ve lived there for over a year? You have a problem. Get out of your imitation climate and take a look around. Life is riddled with distractions anyway, why not purposely find them instead of ex. A:
Deciding you need to write a paper than spending 5 hours of YOUR LAST 20,000 days playing jetman. Go to an orchard- pick up a freaking apple. Hike a mountain. Open up your damn eyes. The environment surrounding you is typically free people…leave your cell phone, Ipod, camera, sidekick, and everything other mechanical parasite at home. Go to the beach and sit for a couple of hours. Feel that silence? Have a strange sensation welling up inside of you as you gaze out into the crashing waves? It’s called an original thought, nitwit.
Listen, technology and modern society are addicting. Trust me, I know. But let’s not ignore the fact that it’s whittling away our personalities and lives, without the benefit of achieving any real gain. People should be making a conscious effort to escape. Progress is beneficial, and I’m glad to have some form of security. I understand that modern conveniences make everyone’s life easier. But think about it, how much success is put in your life if your computer breaks for an hour? A week? A month? Maybe if we didn’t rely so heavily on possessions life would truly be easier. If computers and email (warning: hypocrisy & irony alert!) weren’t relied on so heavily, a huge stressor would be eliminated. Pen runs out of ink? Get another. Computer breaks down? Only a mere $700 to get a new one. Awful.
I have witnessed far too many nervous breakdowns on account of a cell phone left at home. Even I, the staunch opposer of technology, have felt like my life was spiraling downward when my Ipod was stolen, my cell phone was lost, and my computer broke. But why? I was in perfect health, I was surrounding by caring friends and family, and I was exactly where I wanted to be in my life. So modern personal technology facilitates existence as we know it. But does it? Anyone else remember Y2K? HELLO? Aren’t we supposed to be the epitome of advanced civilization and evolution of the human race? How could a switch of integers possibly put us on the brink of mass chaos and destruction?
It’s time to take back the reins in our lives. New technologies eliminate old ones faster with every day- a cannibalistic breed that we created. Everyone loses when a piece of mass-produced metal dominates our very existence. Algorithms connecting people online- arranged marriages ring a bell? Isn’t that considered primitive by today’s standards? Well, a computer is doing it for you. Have fun being told how to live your virtual life. I’ll be sure to send an e-card of sympathy after the webcast of your funeral.
A-Rod Editorial
With the recent media coverage concerning Alex “A. Rod” Rodriquez’s performance-enhancing drug use in 2003, attention is brought to several problems in our society.
Alex Rodriguez is considered to be one of the top players in baseball today. As a contender for breaking the home run record, Rodriguez is a hero of America’s pastime. However, his PED use has not only tarnished his reputation and record, but shattered the hopes of those who love baseball. Use of performance-enhancing drugs is essentially cheating. Rodriguez, no matter his level of skill, had an unfair advantage over those players who did not chemically induce their talent. He cheated to advance his career. This theme of greed is a trend that has helped land us in our current financial crisis. The avarice of CEOs, Wall Street moguls, and politicians has decimated America’s economy and weakened our spirits. The last thing we need right now is the same mentality in sports. Sports are supposed to take our minds off of the cruelties committed. Instead, our depression over the recession has crossed tracks.
Greed of another sort arose with the A. Rod scandal and the Michael Phelps drug incident; the voracity of journalists to get the story. Given the nature of the athletes’ popularity, due coverage is understood. However, the hype associated with these recent events is alarming. The overblown media attention was a distraction, especially with more important issues at hand. Barack Obama’s stimulus plan, the proposed closing of Guantanamo Bay, conflicts with Iran and Israel, and the dwindling economy all hold more weight than the drug behavior of sports celebrities. But with the print and media industry reeling from lack of advertising and the recession, journalists seek only one thing: sales. This new form of greed is driven by fear and instability. By compromising important stories for gossipy hype, journalists impair their credibility. Even worse, they devoid their readers of crucial reporting.
Times are hard; this is true. But taking the easy way out provides only short-term solutions. What does the American public need right now? Not more proliferation of greed, but those who are willing to work and live with honesty, fairness, and integrity.
Monday, January 26, 2009
Adverts
Now advertising may be the root of all evil, but nothing is worse than a bad advertisement. Commercials as of late have been noticeably terrible, as if the cable/ satellite companies sold all their rights exclusively to infomercials. Now, I was just convinced this phenomenon was just another figment of my paranoia (the infomercials being another precursor of the apocalypse). but alas! For once my suspicions are true!
Damn the Snuggies!
Damn the Snuggies!
Friday, January 23, 2009
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Missions
To bring in the new year, I plan to accomplish several irrelevant missions to better/worsen myself. They should have no purpose, are up for interpretation, and should follow along the lines of the dynamic duo Benrik.
Mission 1.
Dress to the nines. Be on one or more substances. See opera,ballet, or symphony orchestra. Cause ruckus, but not enough to be thrown out. Schmooze during intermission with those trying to avoid you the most. Enjoy, and be the definition of a classy mess.
Mission 1.
Dress to the nines. Be on one or more substances. See opera,ballet, or symphony orchestra. Cause ruckus, but not enough to be thrown out. Schmooze during intermission with those trying to avoid you the most. Enjoy, and be the definition of a classy mess.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Happy Squirrel Day
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Viva la revolution?
In today's lazy, consumer-driven apathetic environment, "anarchy" does not exist. It's as if an entire series of generations just gave up. Cue corruption, media monopolies, and the loss of our essential human values. However, several things have kept me from completely losing touch with our fine human race.
1. Obama. Call it hope or change, the American people for the first time in a decade have made the right decision. After the horrific re-election of the imbecile, I gave up my passion for politics, citing that nothing could make a difference; everything was out of control. This was the first election that I voted in, along with many of my peers (if not all). The result: a historic nomination, a stand against the political atrocities of a wrongful administration, and a drastic halt on the certain disaster that would have been McCain/Palin.
2. Banksy. Banksy. and Bansky.
I like to think I have the guts to stand up anonymously in a western democracy and call for things no-one else believes in - like peace and justice and freedom.
3. Tiny Victories...such as the "Poster Boy".
Long Live the Vandals.
1. Obama. Call it hope or change, the American people for the first time in a decade have made the right decision. After the horrific re-election of the imbecile, I gave up my passion for politics, citing that nothing could make a difference; everything was out of control. This was the first election that I voted in, along with many of my peers (if not all). The result: a historic nomination, a stand against the political atrocities of a wrongful administration, and a drastic halt on the certain disaster that would have been McCain/Palin.
2. Banksy. Banksy. and Bansky.
I like to think I have the guts to stand up anonymously in a western democracy and call for things no-one else believes in - like peace and justice and freedom.
3. Tiny Victories...such as the "Poster Boy".
Long Live the Vandals.
Inspiration
Now I may be a tad misogynistic, but I pay due where it's rightfully owed. Daisy Lowe is a great inspiration. She combines classic ensembles with a Westwood-esque attitude, a perfect harmony of elegance and punk. Plus, her associates and ex-beau Mark Ronson don't hurt.
Friday, January 16, 2009
Laid by Fate
Being in a relatively surly mood as of late, I came into work expecting to leave with a migraine and a deepened disdain for humanity. However, someone/something/nothing is looking out for me, apparently. I have compulsively been listening to "Hallelujah" by Jeff Buckley. It's an amazing rendition of Leonard Cohen's song, and can not be listened to only once. After stepping away from the computer for a while, I had to listen to the song again. I began to read the description of it, and found out that John Cale (of The Velvet Underground fame)did a version. On the site which had his rendition was a video. The video, a still shot looped, was a Bansky stencil. Not just any Bansky stencil, mind you, but the very one that I have recently tattooed to my leg.
1. Two days ago I woke up with "Hallelujah" stuck in my head. It's been there ever since.
2. On Wednesday I had a conversation about Leonard Cohen with a friend.
3. Yesterday I discovered that Leonard Cohen is playing NYC on my birthday. (brought up LC again with same friend)
4. Leonard Cohen, unbeknowst to me prior, wrote the original version of "Hallelujah".
5. The Velvet Underground is one of my favorite bands, if not the favorite.
6. Banksy, and the very stencil that is tattooed to my leg.
Coincidence has become a common occurrence.
This has been happening all too frequently. I'm not sure whether I should be slightly worried, but it is usually just accompanied by a wave of relief. When I feel stagnated, a coincidence occurs and suddenly all is right with the world again. My newest tattoo is an example of that. I visited the artist's house, and that night I chose to decide in the morning whether I would get a tattoo whilst home or not. I woke up and Sublime's "Caress me Down" was stuck in my head. I was still debating on the tattoo with my sister when she turned on the radio. Lo and behold, the song that came on was "Caress Me Down". Taking it as a sign, I chose then and there to get the tattoo.
Ear Worms are becoming my little life prophecies it seems like.
1. Two days ago I woke up with "Hallelujah" stuck in my head. It's been there ever since.
2. On Wednesday I had a conversation about Leonard Cohen with a friend.
3. Yesterday I discovered that Leonard Cohen is playing NYC on my birthday. (brought up LC again with same friend)
4. Leonard Cohen, unbeknowst to me prior, wrote the original version of "Hallelujah".
5. The Velvet Underground is one of my favorite bands, if not the favorite.
6. Banksy, and the very stencil that is tattooed to my leg.
Coincidence has become a common occurrence.
This has been happening all too frequently. I'm not sure whether I should be slightly worried, but it is usually just accompanied by a wave of relief. When I feel stagnated, a coincidence occurs and suddenly all is right with the world again. My newest tattoo is an example of that. I visited the artist's house, and that night I chose to decide in the morning whether I would get a tattoo whilst home or not. I woke up and Sublime's "Caress me Down" was stuck in my head. I was still debating on the tattoo with my sister when she turned on the radio. Lo and behold, the song that came on was "Caress Me Down". Taking it as a sign, I chose then and there to get the tattoo.
Ear Worms are becoming my little life prophecies it seems like.
Monday, January 12, 2009
“
“A dreaded sunny day
So i meet you at the cemetry gates
Keats and yeats are on your side
A dreaded sunny day
So i meet you at the cemetry gates
Keats and yeats are on your side
While wilde is on mine
So we go inside and we gravely read the stones
All those people, all those lives
Where are they now ?
With loves, and hates
And passions just like mine
They were born
And then they lived
And then they died”
”
— The Smiths
“A dreaded sunny day
So i meet you at the cemetry gates
Keats and yeats are on your side
A dreaded sunny day
So i meet you at the cemetry gates
Keats and yeats are on your side
While wilde is on mine
So we go inside and we gravely read the stones
All those people, all those lives
Where are they now ?
With loves, and hates
And passions just like mine
They were born
And then they lived
And then they died”
”
— The Smiths
Upcoming Shows
Upcoming Shows
Cat Power
4/10 The Faint @ Webster Hall
February Friday 06New York, NY Apollo Theater
Saturday 07New York, NY Apollo Theater
Cursive
MAR. 09 @ MUSIC HALL of WILLIAMSBURG (tix)
MAR. 10 @ BOWERY BALLROOM (tix on sale Friday @ noon)
Demetri Martin
Feb. 19 Bowery Ballroom
Tapes & Tapes
wed. 2/25 Bowery Ballroom
Reel Big Fish/ Streetlight Manifesto
1/12 Wellmont Theatre
Roseland Ballroom
01/20/09 Reel Big Fish w/ Streetlight Manifesto and Tip the Van Buy Tickets 01/30/09 The Pretenders Buy Tickets 02/17/09 Enrique Bunbury Buy Tickets 03/06/09 Dropkick Murphys with H2O & Civet Buy Tickets 03/07/09 Dropkick Murphys Buy Tickets 03/12/09 The Pogues Buy Tickets 03/13/09 The Pogues Buy Tickets 05/05/09 Adele Buy Tickets
Mos Def
blue note cafe jan. 23-25
Millencolin
3/11 Gramercy Theatre
MISCHIEF BREW
1/23. Havertown, PA @ WHHS RADIO SHOW, ACOUSTIC STUFF/GUEST DJ. 5:30pm.
1/31. Philadelphia, PA @ The Trocadero with Amebix, Kylesa, Behind Enemy Lines, Lost Cause, Parasytic. 3PM, ALL AGES! (Notice venue change and earlier start!)\
2/7. Philadelphia, PA @ The Green Line w/Joe Jack Talcum (ACOUSTIC!)
Defiance Ohio
May 2009
4th - 10th midwest + eastcoast shows
Cat Power
4/10 The Faint @ Webster Hall
February Friday 06New York, NY Apollo Theater
Saturday 07New York, NY Apollo Theater
Cursive
MAR. 09 @ MUSIC HALL of WILLIAMSBURG (tix)
MAR. 10 @ BOWERY BALLROOM (tix on sale Friday @ noon)
Demetri Martin
Feb. 19 Bowery Ballroom
Tapes & Tapes
wed. 2/25 Bowery Ballroom
Reel Big Fish/ Streetlight Manifesto
1/12 Wellmont Theatre
Roseland Ballroom
01/20/09 Reel Big Fish w/ Streetlight Manifesto and Tip the Van Buy Tickets 01/30/09 The Pretenders Buy Tickets 02/17/09 Enrique Bunbury Buy Tickets 03/06/09 Dropkick Murphys with H2O & Civet Buy Tickets 03/07/09 Dropkick Murphys Buy Tickets 03/12/09 The Pogues Buy Tickets 03/13/09 The Pogues Buy Tickets 05/05/09 Adele Buy Tickets
Mos Def
blue note cafe jan. 23-25
Millencolin
3/11 Gramercy Theatre
MISCHIEF BREW
1/23. Havertown, PA @ WHHS RADIO SHOW, ACOUSTIC STUFF/GUEST DJ. 5:30pm.
1/31. Philadelphia, PA @ The Trocadero with Amebix, Kylesa, Behind Enemy Lines, Lost Cause, Parasytic. 3PM, ALL AGES! (Notice venue change and earlier start!)\
2/7. Philadelphia, PA @ The Green Line w/Joe Jack Talcum (ACOUSTIC!)
Defiance Ohio
May 2009
4th - 10th midwest + eastcoast shows
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Monday, January 5, 2009
A sudden moment of clarity.
Q: What is christianity?
A: It is the belief that a two- thousand-year-old jewish zombie can make you live forever if you symbolically eat his flesh and telepathically tell him that you accept him as your master, so he can remove an evil force from your soul that is present in humanity because a rib-woman was convinced by a talking snake to eat an apple off a magical tree in a wonderland.
Q: What is christianity?
A: It is the belief that a two- thousand-year-old jewish zombie can make you live forever if you symbolically eat his flesh and telepathically tell him that you accept him as your master, so he can remove an evil force from your soul that is present in humanity because a rib-woman was convinced by a talking snake to eat an apple off a magical tree in a wonderland.
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