I am.
Other than that, no, and the sky shall rain fire and sandstone.
You see that monument over there? Tis dedicated to me.
And then, out of nowhere, our physical surroundings dissolved, giving way to vivid images formed and forming in all our minds at once, and we were all spiraling downwards into the pit of psychedelic mystery; ecclesiastical references seeming more and more out-of-place as we metaphorically made our way at an unknown speed towards the final test of our perception of all things that are, and are not, and will never be, and yet will always manifest themselves in our mutual thoughts...
Where has gone the bygone era where only fools found refuge in the shadows of their own hearts the broken appliances need thrown out to better serve the greater good? To be or not to be, surely that could only help the fire below consume all that we ever worked for which would eventually crumble to dust, for to dust we shall return.
I have seen the grim prophecy, what's this white haze, it's a figment of my imagination of course! What about the ponderings of a worthless simple man stuck in the last dead world's dying light, can he see it too? There was the fantasy. Let me dwell inside your world of dreams. Midnight came and sucked up all that she ever hoped for through a thick glow in the dark straw like the kind from Friendly's. Yes I have been drawing, he said, when I noticed the walls were covered in Sharpie. It had a brilliant luminosity, the car drove a thousand miles to be tonight there where over under side right the only thing. Frog dashboard. Leather case for the didgeridoo!
Bear with them always and never let them go; your friends are the only ones you can confide in and confine you in. Thirty seven breaks the fish hangs the rope the advantage.
Now $4
Begun the novel?
Hear the psychedelic ramblings of the aged phonograph. Let them envelope you.
And everything goes to hell.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Publicity for Room 101
My band has been gaining some local attention and now we're trying to really get our name out there.
Although it may not be possible for you to come to all our performances, your support still matters!
Check out our YouTube page and MySpace page for information and videos of our songs.
We love what we do...and hope you do as well.
Although it may not be possible for you to come to all our performances, your support still matters!
Check out our YouTube page and MySpace page for information and videos of our songs.
We love what we do...and hope you do as well.
Sunday, December 28, 2008
An addendum
At my brother's request, and by my own willingness, I will be amending the 'best of' post below and preceding this one to include Jimmy's (and Cristof's, should he wish to contribute) official 'Top ten biggest loads of bullshit of 2008'. :)
The Best and Worst of 2008
2008 is a year that will be remembered for many things - without getting caught up in cliché, I can safely say that this isn't a particularly easy post to write.
My personal top ten:
10. Driver's permit (laugh, its ok)
9. Theatre jobs pay over $1000
8. Nate thinks he can beat me in a mile race
7. Impromptu blast-beat competition at Guitar Center
6. Air purifier fills my room with ozone
5. Velvet jacket, suede sport coat, alpaca wool sweater
4. Being an editor of the paper apparently doesn't mean I can edit it
3. OVER 9000!!! songs in my music library
2. RuneScape kills my first MacBook; Apple gives me a new one for free
1. Nicole
And on a broader scale:
10. A Cross The Universe
9. Belgium gets a government
8. Worldwide BitTorrent traffic up 3%, average Christmas spending down 34%
7. Google publishes full books online, legally
6. Gays protest in San Francisco, only to have their right to marriage revoked
5. A Libertarian runs for President in America (no one cares about his age, 72)
4. Public entities with private shareholders put America and, subsequently, the world in recession
3. Darfur still without aid of world superpowers
2. Canada officially a tyrannical dictatorship
1. America elects an inexperienced black man President, proving their superficiality once and for all
That's all for now. Have a great 2009, everybody, and may it bring even more things that succeed, things that suck, and things that honestly make you wonder if they really happened.
Happy new year :)
My personal top ten:
10. Driver's permit (laugh, its ok)
9. Theatre jobs pay over $1000
8. Nate thinks he can beat me in a mile race
7. Impromptu blast-beat competition at Guitar Center
6. Air purifier fills my room with ozone
5. Velvet jacket, suede sport coat, alpaca wool sweater
4. Being an editor of the paper apparently doesn't mean I can edit it
3. OVER 9000!!! songs in my music library
2. RuneScape kills my first MacBook; Apple gives me a new one for free
1. Nicole
And on a broader scale:
10. A Cross The Universe
9. Belgium gets a government
8. Worldwide BitTorrent traffic up 3%, average Christmas spending down 34%
7. Google publishes full books online, legally
6. Gays protest in San Francisco, only to have their right to marriage revoked
5. A Libertarian runs for President in America (no one cares about his age, 72)
4. Public entities with private shareholders put America and, subsequently, the world in recession
3. Darfur still without aid of world superpowers
2. Canada officially a tyrannical dictatorship
1. America elects an inexperienced black man President, proving their superficiality once and for all
That's all for now. Have a great 2009, everybody, and may it bring even more things that succeed, things that suck, and things that honestly make you wonder if they really happened.
Happy new year :)
Sunday, December 14, 2008
I'm everywhere.
Since I intended to use this blog as a means of collating everything I do on the internet (and have so far failed) I'm going to draw my readers' attention to my Youtube page, where I post little videos now and then, as well as the DeviantArt page that I started recently.
Both are fun little mediums to show off work, the latter more so because nothing about my videos really showcases any filming talent I might have hidden somewhere.
And if you haven't seen Wicked, I strongly recommend it.
Both are fun little mediums to show off work, the latter more so because nothing about my videos really showcases any filming talent I might have hidden somewhere.
And if you haven't seen Wicked, I strongly recommend it.
Thursday, December 4, 2008
I like writing pithy biting comments on surveys.
Really, I do.
Recently, I took this satisfaction survey at my school, and I was finally able to anonymously express my opinions of the school - something that is hardly common and probably carries a bit less weight than delivering my concerns to school administrators in person - given the disparity between the level of force they tell us we have in terms of making arguments and the amount of force we actually have, I would rather openly keep such opinions to myself and privately post them...on my blog.
On this survey I provided several comments in the section given to personal reflections on the school's performance. That's what's written below.
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Haverford tends to be a more conducive environment for work than any sort of sincere social interaction. The school prepares boys, through their methodology, to become very intelligent, wealthy, socially strained and out-of-touch adults.
You can't fix the tendency of members of the student community to shut themselves up inside little boxes and put up a facade as opposed to revealing their personalities. Haverford DOES NOT, in any way, foster an environment where students can feel secure expressing themselves as an individual - as the person they really are. Despite the availability of school counselors, the student body in general is NOT accepting of any manner of openness in terms of sexual orientation and emotional feelings. It is a rabidly conformist bubble, and always will be.
I mean what I say. The past 11 years of my life have been well spent, and I'm lucky to have social relationships outside of Haverford much more fulfilling than anything the school could ever engender.
Recently, I took this satisfaction survey at my school, and I was finally able to anonymously express my opinions of the school - something that is hardly common and probably carries a bit less weight than delivering my concerns to school administrators in person - given the disparity between the level of force they tell us we have in terms of making arguments and the amount of force we actually have, I would rather openly keep such opinions to myself and privately post them...on my blog.
On this survey I provided several comments in the section given to personal reflections on the school's performance. That's what's written below.
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Haverford tends to be a more conducive environment for work than any sort of sincere social interaction. The school prepares boys, through their methodology, to become very intelligent, wealthy, socially strained and out-of-touch adults.
You can't fix the tendency of members of the student community to shut themselves up inside little boxes and put up a facade as opposed to revealing their personalities. Haverford DOES NOT, in any way, foster an environment where students can feel secure expressing themselves as an individual - as the person they really are. Despite the availability of school counselors, the student body in general is NOT accepting of any manner of openness in terms of sexual orientation and emotional feelings. It is a rabidly conformist bubble, and always will be.
I mean what I say. The past 11 years of my life have been well spent, and I'm lucky to have social relationships outside of Haverford much more fulfilling than anything the school could ever engender.
Monday, November 17, 2008
An existential something.
I wrote this awhile ago and now think it worth posting.
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Technology has progressed ridiculously far in my own lifetime. I was born in 1992, when the old Apple Centris computers were top of the line (and cost around $2500) and the Internet was a casual toy. What’s e-mail? My father had a central bulletin board in his office where fellow doctors would pin stuff of interest. Or of course, face to face conversations would work too. Cell phones were little boxes of plastic carried by rich businessmen who thought they needed them, and no one was going home on Monday night (in their practical little hybrid car) to watch the big football game on a 54” LCD TV in HD provided by Fios. And now just sixteen years later – a mere blip on the grand scale of American history – the Internet is a versatile tool that evades definition, having application in all pursuits of our life; cell phones are ubiquitous and any kid without one is considered abnormal (or his parents don’t trust him) (personal note: five years ago, I was in sixth grade. There were about twenty people in my class of 70 who had cell phones. My brother is in sixth grade now. Of his class of 74, over 60 have cell phones). We e-mail – or instant message – anything. I admit openly to having shared music files over instant messengers. Hybrids, still a very imperfect technology, are nevertheless the latest craze, and you’ll be hard pressed to walk a college campus without seeing one of those distinctive little Priuses, decked out in Obama stickers and with one of those Christmas-tree shaped air fresheners hanging from the rearview mirror. Big-screen TVs – plasma, LCD, DLP – are present in more households than seems entirely necessary. Fiber optics continue to make “fast” even more illogically faster. And, by the way, I still use my Apple Centris – and would not part with it for $2500.
Henry David Thoreau did not believe that technology would accomplish anything. In his time, the biggest technological boom was railroads, and things to travel on railroads, and things to make travel via railroad even faster. The 1840s were a long time ago. In Thoreau’s writings, one can certainly see that he would prefer a cabin in the woods to anything else; he was an isolationist. He never even married. It’s the year 2008 now, and I happen to own a cabin in the woods. It’s backed up by a lake and has thick woods separating it from the lot next door. It’s up in the Pocono mountains – a little bit of solitude and escape only two hours away. And I’m not married,…nor am I an isolationist, nor do I believe it possible. And yet I feel comfortable being alone up there. But there’s no denying the influx of technology even there. We have to have electricity. So the cabin is wired. We have to be warm and we have to cook, so we have a big ol’ propane tank outside. And of course, there’s a community center that’s got a high-speed WAN (that’s “wide-area network” – or just plain Internet). But even in this fast-paced, un-Thoreau society, I feel at peace up there.
That’s my idea of isolation (I don’t use the internet up there). The benefits of advancing technology are undeniable. The downsides, though, seem to evade our grasp. How many child nutrition specialists have been on Fox and Friends, or in Parents magazine, scaring the general public into strictly regulating their children’s diets and forcing them to exercise because of their hitherto unrestricted access to video games, computers, and generally physically unfit activities? How many preteen girls have been abducted through stupidity using the Internet? How many people need to be in fatal car accidents – hybrid or not - because they’re texting while driving?
A lot of crotchety old “experts” will probably have you believe that all this technological invasion of our otherwise bland lifestyles is a terrible thing that is corrupting modern society. Unfortunately for them, they fail to realize that modern society is shaped by technology such as this, not corrupted by it. Take it all away – and what are we left with? Would it be a society like the isolationist, contemplative one that Thoreau imagined? Or would we find that our dependence on modern entities is more than skin-deep?
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Technology has progressed ridiculously far in my own lifetime. I was born in 1992, when the old Apple Centris computers were top of the line (and cost around $2500) and the Internet was a casual toy. What’s e-mail? My father had a central bulletin board in his office where fellow doctors would pin stuff of interest. Or of course, face to face conversations would work too. Cell phones were little boxes of plastic carried by rich businessmen who thought they needed them, and no one was going home on Monday night (in their practical little hybrid car) to watch the big football game on a 54” LCD TV in HD provided by Fios. And now just sixteen years later – a mere blip on the grand scale of American history – the Internet is a versatile tool that evades definition, having application in all pursuits of our life; cell phones are ubiquitous and any kid without one is considered abnormal (or his parents don’t trust him) (personal note: five years ago, I was in sixth grade. There were about twenty people in my class of 70 who had cell phones. My brother is in sixth grade now. Of his class of 74, over 60 have cell phones). We e-mail – or instant message – anything. I admit openly to having shared music files over instant messengers. Hybrids, still a very imperfect technology, are nevertheless the latest craze, and you’ll be hard pressed to walk a college campus without seeing one of those distinctive little Priuses, decked out in Obama stickers and with one of those Christmas-tree shaped air fresheners hanging from the rearview mirror. Big-screen TVs – plasma, LCD, DLP – are present in more households than seems entirely necessary. Fiber optics continue to make “fast” even more illogically faster. And, by the way, I still use my Apple Centris – and would not part with it for $2500.
Henry David Thoreau did not believe that technology would accomplish anything. In his time, the biggest technological boom was railroads, and things to travel on railroads, and things to make travel via railroad even faster. The 1840s were a long time ago. In Thoreau’s writings, one can certainly see that he would prefer a cabin in the woods to anything else; he was an isolationist. He never even married. It’s the year 2008 now, and I happen to own a cabin in the woods. It’s backed up by a lake and has thick woods separating it from the lot next door. It’s up in the Pocono mountains – a little bit of solitude and escape only two hours away. And I’m not married,…nor am I an isolationist, nor do I believe it possible. And yet I feel comfortable being alone up there. But there’s no denying the influx of technology even there. We have to have electricity. So the cabin is wired. We have to be warm and we have to cook, so we have a big ol’ propane tank outside. And of course, there’s a community center that’s got a high-speed WAN (that’s “wide-area network” – or just plain Internet). But even in this fast-paced, un-Thoreau society, I feel at peace up there.
That’s my idea of isolation (I don’t use the internet up there). The benefits of advancing technology are undeniable. The downsides, though, seem to evade our grasp. How many child nutrition specialists have been on Fox and Friends, or in Parents magazine, scaring the general public into strictly regulating their children’s diets and forcing them to exercise because of their hitherto unrestricted access to video games, computers, and generally physically unfit activities? How many preteen girls have been abducted through stupidity using the Internet? How many people need to be in fatal car accidents – hybrid or not - because they’re texting while driving?
A lot of crotchety old “experts” will probably have you believe that all this technological invasion of our otherwise bland lifestyles is a terrible thing that is corrupting modern society. Unfortunately for them, they fail to realize that modern society is shaped by technology such as this, not corrupted by it. Take it all away – and what are we left with? Would it be a society like the isolationist, contemplative one that Thoreau imagined? Or would we find that our dependence on modern entities is more than skin-deep?
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