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Monthly Archives: March 2010
because it’s new (a modern high)
the strategy i employ when cleaning my apartment is seriously lacking.
i blame this on the fact that i can never seem to focus on the apartment as a “whole” and instead get laser-kungfu-grip-focus on making one part of my abode amazing.
this past weekend, my bedroom closet took the brunt end of my attention.
when all was said and done, my clothes were organized by 1) type 2) color and 3)level-of-dressiness; even i saw the dysfunction in that level of organization. after some modification, i’ve lost my hangup over “color” b/c it was driving me bat-nuts deciding where to place conflicting hues, etc. instead, i am falling back on type & level of dressiness as my go-to system.
throw in “evenly-distriubted-pinky-finger-hanger-spacing” and you’ve got yourself a good looking closet that is both function AND not too over the top with all the neatness. (i was wise enough to standardize on a specific type/color/brand of hanger YEARS ago and never have to worry about mis-match plastic hangars. highly recommended)
oh, and for added effect, i cleared off everything that was on the top shelf bc that shit was driving my nuts. if you too are faced with an overflowing upper-closet-shelf, then take my advice and just give it all away. (you’d be surprised how little you miss any of it…seriously it’s up there just to fuck with you at night when you’re trying to get some goddamn sleep.)
now don’t we all feel much better?
the harsh light of spring
it will blind you if you’re not careful.
i just can’t face myself alone again
“your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet…”
1 billion dollars
so blockbuster is 1billion in debt and dangerously close to filing bankruptcy.
i know for a fact that at least $28 of that $1billion are my late fees. if only blockbuster hadn’t been a parasite for so many years, maybe someone would feel bad that such a terrible company is all but dead.
suck it, blockbuster.
the inconvenient truth of mammalian evolution
sadly, 40% of americans STILL believe in the literal truth of the bible. faced with the reality of those numbers, richard dawkins responds with science, fact & truth.
also, you don’t have to watch this video…unless you even sorta believe that the bible is the way to go…then you must watch it. 2x.
antony and the johnsons
digging on this cover of “here comes the sun” by antony & the johnsons.
Antony Hegarty’s voice is simultaneously cool & haunting without feeling forced or contrived. i’ve had this tune stuck in my head for days.
hope you dug it too.
you hold my revolution’s kill switch (dont pull the trigger)
now and again i browse through my blog’s archives…and yes that’s as self-indulgent as it sounds but i recognize and embrace it.
for the most part, i hang out in the old “classic” stuff. (if an entry was posted in the last 3 years, it’s probably not ripe enough to re-read.)
tonight i perused the march 2007 archives and, boy, i sure knew how to push people’s buttons back in the ought-sevens.
i’m not sure if it is knowing the pretty girl, falling-in-love, or being married that mellowed a brother out, but damn, i’ve definitely toned it down a few notches.
so this is the part of the post where we ask if the toning down was a good thing. does peace & happiness mean saying goodbye to the revolution?
i’m proud of myself for not running away from the consequences that come with 21st century life. i’ve been here since 2003 and all of the highs & lows are yours for the consuming.
i remember the march of 2007 being a time of raw, bleeding, hurtful emotion. in fact, were it not for buster, a plastic buddha and the waking life, i’m not sure any of this mess would have the same tone and smiley emoticon ending 
perhaps it’s time to un-mute the conversation and re-engage the 2am’s of the world.
perhaps it’s time for those who are awake to shake the sleeping from their beds.
perhaps this is our revolution.
this city’s burning (it smells like bourbon)
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he’ll be home before we know it, but under the covers you’ll be safe-and-warm.
the covers are our only hope. don’t trust anyone else. keep them tucked-tight.
your old four-post bed used to mock me.
tossled sheets and hand-beaten-pillows screamed their curses my way.
curse/scream/curse
i miss them.
from the kitchen to the bathroom, i would pass by and to this day, i can remember light that illuminated that damn-dungeon-room.
i tried to stare it into submission; it was relentless. who knew one room could be so possessed?
we were always most comfortable on your smoke-friendly-porch.
the corners were our best-friend. pillars of smoke by day, pillars of fire by night.
in retrospect we were hiding and shadows were our solace.
darkness was no place for the waking life; today we’re happy and flourishing in the brilliant-light-of-day.
5 years passed–5 years wiser–5 years awake.
thank you, mystery.
“she’s a rebel, she’s a saint, she’s the salt of the earth and she’s dangerous.”
drafts of no consequence (i’ll be close behind)
each night i write an average of 4 blog posts that will never see the light of day.
each one is drowning in draft-purgatory.
each is oppression.
we gotta live together
so this afternoon i looked at an apartment near downtown claremont, bc if there’s one thing i’m sick and fuck tired of it’s living a stone’s throw from campus.
“but, dude, it’s so convenient and you can just walk to work! how could you not love that?”
well, friend, picture yourself at work…sitting at your desk, reading your papers, organizing your paperclips and pushpins. now get up and walk out to the parking lot…and now live there. eat there. sleep there. poop there. then get up in the morning and walk into work.
see?
so i found a great place that i’m all jazzed about and now i can exhale b/c shit like that weighs on my brains.
afterwards, i celebrated by visiting The Press—a downtown-claremont-bar/restaurant recommended as much for their drinks as for their food. while sitting at the bar—enjoying a beverage and a vegetarian taco—i couldn’t help but hear the two people next to me discussing what they had just lived in their graduate seminar; i sat with one eye on my drink and an ear on their conversation.
they were overtly-obvious-philosophy-students, knee-deep in a discussion of existentialism and its history in 19th century europe. when one of them made a reference to religion, i chuckled too loudly for deference and caught their attention.
“i’m sorry“, i said, “i couldn’t help but overhear your conversation, sounds like interesting stuff.”
“are you familiar with hegel? have you read any of his stuff?”
“yeah, when i was in college…like 10 years ago. idealism is heavy but especially so from hegel…ya know, it’s just nice to hear people talk about things like this again.”
“again?” the curly-haired philosopher asked turning back to me.
“…let’s just say it’s nice to hear people not talking about jesus.”
with a quick glance to her partner, she replied back, “why would someone waste their time talking about jesus?”
“exactly.” i said, feeling immediately at home and ordering another.
goodbye hummer
New York Times: Goodbye, Hummer
so I wonder if douche-bag hummer owners are any closer to realizing their douche-baggery now that GM has killed the hummer brand? yeah, probably not.
in the year 2 thousand 4 teen
so now that the 2010 olympics in vancouver have come to an end, i’m reading about plans for the 2014 Winter Olympics in Sochi, Russia.
what will we possibly be doing in 2014?
2014.
fuck, that sounds like science-fiction.