Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Monday, July 27, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Monday, July 20, 2009
year 3
I had a dream last night.
Well. Most nights, but rarely do I remember the details to this extent.
We stood in a field, a number of us. I knew no one. But I wasn't me. There was a road, a path. I knew people. Bill Murray was there. Maybe it was Bill Maher. They look a bit alike. The point of view shifted between a young boy, and Bill Murray/Maher. Hundreds walked along the path until a blue bubbly city began reaching up over the horizon, from a forest, seemingly. It resembled the Emerald City as far as skylines go, but it was a deep blue and the ever-growing tentacles (that looked like buildings until they curved in towards us) could only be described in shape as the predetermined paths everyone follows in Donnie Darko. Someone screamed. Bill took the boy by the arm and thrashed his way through the crowd in the direction opposite the one-way path. The urgency was that of trying to outrun a dropping bomb. The blue enveloped us. Creatures stood over a number of people, picking out a few at a time. We tried to remain unnoticed. Those who were chosen were subjected to an apparatus that took something from them. Soul? Life-force? It was important. A few tried to escape. They were quickly chosen. The boy stood behind the leg of the massive creature, still unnoticed. He ran. I awoke.
Well. Most nights, but rarely do I remember the details to this extent.
We stood in a field, a number of us. I knew no one. But I wasn't me. There was a road, a path. I knew people. Bill Murray was there. Maybe it was Bill Maher. They look a bit alike. The point of view shifted between a young boy, and Bill Murray/Maher. Hundreds walked along the path until a blue bubbly city began reaching up over the horizon, from a forest, seemingly. It resembled the Emerald City as far as skylines go, but it was a deep blue and the ever-growing tentacles (that looked like buildings until they curved in towards us) could only be described in shape as the predetermined paths everyone follows in Donnie Darko. Someone screamed. Bill took the boy by the arm and thrashed his way through the crowd in the direction opposite the one-way path. The urgency was that of trying to outrun a dropping bomb. The blue enveloped us. Creatures stood over a number of people, picking out a few at a time. We tried to remain unnoticed. Those who were chosen were subjected to an apparatus that took something from them. Soul? Life-force? It was important. A few tried to escape. They were quickly chosen. The boy stood behind the leg of the massive creature, still unnoticed. He ran. I awoke.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Monday, July 6, 2009
will never
I must confess (or rather reflect,
seeing as I doubt very much your
discovery of this or any
other of these) first my tendency
to keep or fail to discard any
of the things I have ever come in
contact with. This realization of
character is only a matter
of understanding where I have come
from and where it is I am going,
an understanding I have not come
to, myself. This all to point out still
another revelation of self
and more probably, relationships;
less probably, the casual meaning
of the word. My ability or
lack thereof, an inability
I should say, as I have formerly
admitted, has carried itself to
the digital age, effectively
packing myself into electric
warehouses stacked with cardboard boxes
of previously important art-
icles in the broadest sense I can
describe. These boxes, I must admit,
are subject to idle sweeping at
any moment of any day and
this is the reason I am writing.
To diverge, I've discovered just now,
that You can be a number of You's,
each changing drastically the meaning
of this letter. Whatever it may
bring, you will likely be unaware.
On idle sweeping: I've come across
a number (hint) of past works that I've
read time after time, not through lusts or
desires, and not through adoration
or favor, but through a genuine
interest in the pieces. Seeing as
its been a recurring theme in my
sweeps, it must be concluded and it
must be thoroughly concluded at
that, that it will be important that
I know you and the improbable
way we met will be worth repeating.
I can only say this in respect
and awe that we are who we are and
we were who we were; with only the
hope that we will be who we will be.
seeing as I doubt very much your
discovery of this or any
other of these) first my tendency
to keep or fail to discard any
of the things I have ever come in
contact with. This realization of
character is only a matter
of understanding where I have come
from and where it is I am going,
an understanding I have not come
to, myself. This all to point out still
another revelation of self
and more probably, relationships;
less probably, the casual meaning
of the word. My ability or
lack thereof, an inability
I should say, as I have formerly
admitted, has carried itself to
the digital age, effectively
packing myself into electric
warehouses stacked with cardboard boxes
of previously important art-
icles in the broadest sense I can
describe. These boxes, I must admit,
are subject to idle sweeping at
any moment of any day and
this is the reason I am writing.
To diverge, I've discovered just now,
that You can be a number of You's,
each changing drastically the meaning
of this letter. Whatever it may
bring, you will likely be unaware.
On idle sweeping: I've come across
a number (hint) of past works that I've
read time after time, not through lusts or
desires, and not through adoration
or favor, but through a genuine
interest in the pieces. Seeing as
its been a recurring theme in my
sweeps, it must be concluded and it
must be thoroughly concluded at
that, that it will be important that
I know you and the improbable
way we met will be worth repeating.
I can only say this in respect
and awe that we are who we are and
we were who we were; with only the
hope that we will be who we will be.
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Friday, June 26, 2009
the night
A glass slips through fingertips.
In a sea of orange. Rocking. Rocking.
Alone and.
Someone at the door.
Its locked. Its locked. Its locked.
Is it?
Too dark to tell.
Peek through the window?
NO. They'll see you...
It shatters.
The?
It shudders.
In a sea of orange. Rocking. Rocking.
Alone and.
Someone at the door.
Its locked. Its locked. Its locked.
Is it?
Too dark to tell.
Peek through the window?
NO. They'll see you...
It shatters.
The?
It shudders.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
vladimir
"You're going to take my queen?"
"Yes, that is my intention, sadly."
The good ole 1776!
Pitting the numero uno.
The ole ONE TWO.
The strike first, then the middleman takes his.
Cryptic.
Lolita.
Nabokov.
Kubrick.
Not yet. Not. Yet.
BROAD MINDED?? What is she implying??
"Yes, that is my intention, sadly."
The good ole 1776!
Pitting the numero uno.
The ole ONE TWO.
The strike first, then the middleman takes his.
Cryptic.
Lolita.
Nabokov.
Kubrick.
Not yet. Not. Yet.
BROAD MINDED?? What is she implying??
Monday, June 22, 2009
Hi
I think I know,
to respond to myself
And I think that I've neglected.
But I hope soon to get back on track and
I realize my mind is jumping
But what's it matter if
It's only me?
to respond to myself
And I think that I've neglected.
But I hope soon to get back on track and
I realize my mind is jumping
But what's it matter if
It's only me?
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
the future
The difference is in the end.
In the END.
And if the end justifies the means...
Or do the means justify the end?
Depends.
And if the end justifies...
Then I pray we are on track for that.
If not we are in for it.
And if so, we are so in for it.
All that matters is the destination.
The driver is here.
With an everchanging team of passengers.
No passenger, no parasite.
In the END.
And if the end justifies the means...
Or do the means justify the end?
Depends.
And if the end justifies...
Then I pray we are on track for that.
If not we are in for it.
And if so, we are so in for it.
All that matters is the destination.
The driver is here.
With an everchanging team of passengers.
No passenger, no parasite.
Monday, June 1, 2009
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Yes, So it DOES Begin...
Never in my life has there been as an anticipated rematch. The last time the Pens touched the Prince of Wales trophy? 1992, Mario Lemieux. The result? The Stanley Cup. In retrospect, we were foolish to think that last year's Penguins had what it took. We are better this year. We are much better this year. The fact that we took the long road to get here will help us in the long run. The Red Wings are busy looking at their own reflections in the mirror. Especially one #81. Datsyuk is hurt. Lidstrom is hurt. Chelios plays 30 seconds a game. That leaves the bulk of the defense on the heels of 4 players. You can't do that against this year's Crosby and Malkin. It's impossible. You could put out 4 Lidstrom's on the ice and it wouldn't stop these two for 60 minutes. They don't even have one Lidstrom.
Saturday. Game 1.
Saturday. Game 1.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Friday, May 22, 2009
Some CD Reviews
Heh. Let's kick it off with controversy.
21st Century Breakdown
Green Day
Enough with the rock operas. Chalk me up as an enormous fan of rock operas. But what happened in the last few years that made bands think they could all pull one off? This album seems more like a natural progression from My Chemical Romance's "The Black Parade" than it does a followup Green Day album. Not to say they copied and pasted that style. Its still reminiscent of classic Green Day. But. I mean, if this is the direction they want to go, more power to them. Its not what I expected is all. That said, its alright. I just feel they are trying to be TOO ambitious. +-
It's All Crazy! It's All False! It's All a Dream! It's Alright
mewithoutYou
Very folk. Very indie. Pretty good. It's as if they wrote some songs, stripped them down to their undies, and recorded what was left. Although it's certainly no 'Brother, Sister', it has potential to catch my heart on a few more listens, so I'm giving it the benefit of the doubt since it IS mwY. Save room for an edit later, I mean, its not like I'm an actual journalist with a deadline. For now, +++
Awake?
Zao
Raw. Part of the reason I gave mwY some benefit is because the first time I cycled this record I thought, meh. Give it a few more listens. It is intense. A much more natural fit for Romance, too. That song went from an outcast from Funeral of God to the pivotal moment of Awake?. What a great song. It won't reign at the top of Zao's discography, but come on. They've outdone themselves with this one. ++++
Wars and Rumors of Wars
The Chariot
Raw passion. Absolutely sick. One of the shortest LPs I've ever listened to, but every song BRINGS IT. Honestly, this is the Chariot's best record to date. They bring the same intensity, but they are patient about it. How can a record that barely clocks in at 30 minutes long be patient? Good question. I don't know how they did it, but nothing at all was rushed and every song lives up to the expectations. ++++
21st Century Breakdown
Green Day
Enough with the rock operas. Chalk me up as an enormous fan of rock operas. But what happened in the last few years that made bands think they could all pull one off? This album seems more like a natural progression from My Chemical Romance's "The Black Parade" than it does a followup Green Day album. Not to say they copied and pasted that style. Its still reminiscent of classic Green Day. But. I mean, if this is the direction they want to go, more power to them. Its not what I expected is all. That said, its alright. I just feel they are trying to be TOO ambitious. +-
It's All Crazy! It's All False! It's All a Dream! It's Alright
mewithoutYou
Very folk. Very indie. Pretty good. It's as if they wrote some songs, stripped them down to their undies, and recorded what was left. Although it's certainly no 'Brother, Sister', it has potential to catch my heart on a few more listens, so I'm giving it the benefit of the doubt since it IS mwY. Save room for an edit later, I mean, its not like I'm an actual journalist with a deadline. For now, +++
Awake?
Zao
Raw. Part of the reason I gave mwY some benefit is because the first time I cycled this record I thought, meh. Give it a few more listens. It is intense. A much more natural fit for Romance, too. That song went from an outcast from Funeral of God to the pivotal moment of Awake?. What a great song. It won't reign at the top of Zao's discography, but come on. They've outdone themselves with this one. ++++
Wars and Rumors of Wars
The Chariot
Raw passion. Absolutely sick. One of the shortest LPs I've ever listened to, but every song BRINGS IT. Honestly, this is the Chariot's best record to date. They bring the same intensity, but they are patient about it. How can a record that barely clocks in at 30 minutes long be patient? Good question. I don't know how they did it, but nothing at all was rushed and every song lives up to the expectations. ++++
Monday, May 18, 2009
I I I
might be crazy.
but i CAN say
an open ended discussion.
and the point is whywhwyhwy
are you who you are
and you know who you are)
talking to you.
you.
not you, behind you.
you got it.
was the only ------- between us that DISSSSSconnected?
connect to
YESIAM
39%
i gotta get outta here.
but i CAN say
an open ended discussion.
and the point is whywhwyhwy
are you who you are
and you know who you are)
talking to you.
you.
not you, behind you.
you got it.
was the only ------- between us that DISSSSSconnected?
connect to
YESIAM
39%
i gotta get outta here.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
And then there were...
None.
Or one.
nnnnnn
Too good at waiting.
Too many things to do,
Too much time to do it in.
Wait.
Instead, I'm going to go watch that movie.
Who's coming to see The Last Hope with me?
Punk is not dead.
Or one.
nnnnnn
Too good at waiting.
Too many things to do,
Too much time to do it in.
Wait.
Instead, I'm going to go watch that movie.
Who's coming to see The Last Hope with me?
Punk is not dead.
Friday, May 15, 2009
I Found a Record Player
That very one that I thought wasn't in the basement. I don't know yet if it works...the power cord is corroded. I'm going to try to get rid of that corrosion and if that doesn't work, I actually have an extra power cord that I can solder onto this sucker...maybe.
The turntable itself is in PRISTINE condition. I really wanna make this thing work. DO IT.
The turntable itself is in PRISTINE condition. I really wanna make this thing work. DO IT.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
I Need a Record Player.
Because I thought we had one. I think we don't.
Today, I found a number of records that I NEEEEED.
Warning: If you don't know who these are by, just stop reading now.
Zaq and I found:
The Wall
The Dark Side of the Moon
Band of Gypsies
Never Mind the Bollocks
Appetite for Destruction
...And Justice for All
Kill 'em All
Master of Puppets
The Song Remains the Same
London Calling
Bleach
I think there were more but my mind just keeps returning to Never Mind and London Calling. I want them.
First one to correctly name every band that made these albums wins. GO GO GO
Today, I found a number of records that I NEEEEED.
Warning: If you don't know who these are by, just stop reading now.
Zaq and I found:
The Wall
The Dark Side of the Moon
Band of Gypsies
Never Mind the Bollocks
Appetite for Destruction
...And Justice for All
Kill 'em All
Master of Puppets
The Song Remains the Same
London Calling
Bleach
I think there were more but my mind just keeps returning to Never Mind and London Calling. I want them.
First one to correctly name every band that made these albums wins. GO GO GO
Pulse is AWESOME
and also: Go Pens.
and also: to all those statuses on facebook claiming love for the pens...
PLEASE TELL ME: WHERE WERE YOU IN 2001?? Name three players on that team. I DARE YOU.
die bandwagon.
and also: to all those statuses on facebook claiming love for the pens...
PLEASE TELL ME: WHERE WERE YOU IN 2001?? Name three players on that team. I DARE YOU.
die bandwagon.
Friday, May 8, 2009
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Oh, P.S.
I have money still on my Best Buy gift card. (I had previously used some of it on Bob Dylan's newest). Actually, let's talk about that.
Wow.
Different.
He sounds old. And sad. Not completely back to folk roots, but definitely that direction. Very bluesy. Very mellow. Very depressing. It may have to grow on me. That voice is getting to me though. It's like...I can tell its Dylan, but wow.
On to bigger things. I looked up the Gold Box Edition of Twin Peaks to see if maybe I could spend the rest of my gift card on that. NO NO NO.
$89.99
Are you kidding me? That's what you get for looking up probably the highest rated item on IMDb.
Wow.
So I guess I'll have to settle for Pink Floyd: Pulse. "Settle" as if thats a bad thing. I'm more than excited to get out there. Anyone wanna watch it with me when I get it? Over. And over. And over. And over. And over. And over again?
I'm babbling. The Lady Vanishes beckons. (The lady is about to vanish) O.o
Wow.
Different.
He sounds old. And sad. Not completely back to folk roots, but definitely that direction. Very bluesy. Very mellow. Very depressing. It may have to grow on me. That voice is getting to me though. It's like...I can tell its Dylan, but wow.
On to bigger things. I looked up the Gold Box Edition of Twin Peaks to see if maybe I could spend the rest of my gift card on that. NO NO NO.
$89.99
Are you kidding me? That's what you get for looking up probably the highest rated item on IMDb.
Wow.
So I guess I'll have to settle for Pink Floyd: Pulse. "Settle" as if thats a bad thing. I'm more than excited to get out there. Anyone wanna watch it with me when I get it? Over. And over. And over. And over. And over. And over again?
I'm babbling. The Lady Vanishes beckons. (The lady is about to vanish) O.o
Oh, I almost forgot about you
And thus begin a marathon of Hitchcock's earlier films. Kick it off, The Lady Vanishes.
Remote Control.
Twin Peaks.
A murder.
A few more local tragedies.
The National Hockey League.
A smoking mirror.
Hours turn to days.
Remind me.
Remind me.
A telephone and its song.
I understand.
Insanity.
Tonight.
A murder.
A few more local tragedies.
The National Hockey League.
A smoking mirror.
Hours turn to days.
Remind me.
Remind me.
A telephone and its song.
I understand.
Insanity.
Tonight.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Friday, May 1, 2009
TestTest
Been awhile.
Nothing goes right, it seems. Who am I to stop it.
Dylan once said "I don't think its cool to be an anarchist."
I agree with him, but what's the point. Of anything, I.
Classic.
CLASSIC.
I just hope it all works. out.
out.
WHAT A TRANSITION.
That's why I love this channel. But who cares. Who cares.
It's been awhile, that's all I know.
Read: Nahum.
Nahum has all the answers.
At least some of them, I'd say.
OH, BUT WHO'S GOT THE POINT?!
I'll take one.
Nothing goes right, it seems. Who am I to stop it.
Dylan once said "I don't think its cool to be an anarchist."
I agree with him, but what's the point. Of anything, I.
Classic.
CLASSIC.
I just hope it all works. out.
out.
WHAT A TRANSITION.
That's why I love this channel. But who cares. Who cares.
It's been awhile, that's all I know.
Read: Nahum.
Nahum has all the answers.
At least some of them, I'd say.
OH, BUT WHO'S GOT THE POINT?!
I'll take one.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Friday, April 24, 2009
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