Music: Frou Frou - Let Go - Garden State OST
Mood: Drained
Do you ever lie down after a very exhausting day and feel too tired to sleep? Because that is my very peril of present, kind of like limbo without the redeeming social qualities. I kid I kid. Although I would like to meet Dante..
I don't have anything profound to share. Today was interesting. I did virtually nothing and then a lot at the end of the day, which is typically how it is. I've been waking up too late to really start doing anything remotley productive until at least 12-1ish, and by then all I want to do is shower and write. Granted, being wired at 4:11 in the morning is not the best way to put yourself on the fast track to early rising, but still, I persist in my attempts. Oh yes, I went to my most favorite of all stores today, Sam Ash, to waste time and buy strings. Of course, I managed some quality time with an Ibanez hollow-body a la Chris from the Foos, and took a blind stab at Learn to Fly. Very enjoyable to say the least.
(side note, if you do not play the guitar, if you hate music, or you hate pretentious writing, then I bet you're hating me at present. I apologize.)
I caught a glimpse of the new Klosterman book, Killing Yourself to Live. Looks enjoyable, and perhaps I may splurge in a week or so on it. Just need to find the resolve to get to the store and wade through the Harry Potter backlash.
My brother and I drove a lot today. A relative of ours, who shall remain nameless, decided to show up relativley unannounced, and needless to say, we were not about to sit and shoot the shit with him/her for 3 hours. So, we peaced the fuck out and drove for about two hours before we came home with our tails between our legs. But, this was not until we checked out almost every available home in Calabasas and Agoura. Yes, we were looking at homes. No, I am not a 31 year-old.
I need to sleep...........
Mood: Drained
Do you ever lie down after a very exhausting day and feel too tired to sleep? Because that is my very peril of present, kind of like limbo without the redeeming social qualities. I kid I kid. Although I would like to meet Dante..
I don't have anything profound to share. Today was interesting. I did virtually nothing and then a lot at the end of the day, which is typically how it is. I've been waking up too late to really start doing anything remotley productive until at least 12-1ish, and by then all I want to do is shower and write. Granted, being wired at 4:11 in the morning is not the best way to put yourself on the fast track to early rising, but still, I persist in my attempts. Oh yes, I went to my most favorite of all stores today, Sam Ash, to waste time and buy strings. Of course, I managed some quality time with an Ibanez hollow-body a la Chris from the Foos, and took a blind stab at Learn to Fly. Very enjoyable to say the least.
(side note, if you do not play the guitar, if you hate music, or you hate pretentious writing, then I bet you're hating me at present. I apologize.)
I caught a glimpse of the new Klosterman book, Killing Yourself to Live. Looks enjoyable, and perhaps I may splurge in a week or so on it. Just need to find the resolve to get to the store and wade through the Harry Potter backlash.
My brother and I drove a lot today. A relative of ours, who shall remain nameless, decided to show up relativley unannounced, and needless to say, we were not about to sit and shoot the shit with him/her for 3 hours. So, we peaced the fuck out and drove for about two hours before we came home with our tails between our legs. But, this was not until we checked out almost every available home in Calabasas and Agoura. Yes, we were looking at homes. No, I am not a 31 year-old.
I need to sleep...........
Music: Foo Fighters - The Deepest Blues and Black
Mood: Aggravated
…the rhythmic beating of the sole on cold concrete. I stopped to notice the inspiring silence around me, the night had wished to aspire to my solitude. The scattered yellow lights drew unsure portraits of the world. That was the cosmos then, not the sky above, but the minions of my domain. Like the antithesis of the sun, I emanated my differing shadows to breathe life upon the world - No! to breathe life upon myself. For that was the night of my dissolution. Hidden shadows of my mind, revealed to me my inescapable thoughts. So I sat down with the night and listened to our emptiness.
Mood: Aggravated
…the rhythmic beating of the sole on cold concrete. I stopped to notice the inspiring silence around me, the night had wished to aspire to my solitude. The scattered yellow lights drew unsure portraits of the world. That was the cosmos then, not the sky above, but the minions of my domain. Like the antithesis of the sun, I emanated my differing shadows to breathe life upon the world - No! to breathe life upon myself. For that was the night of my dissolution. Hidden shadows of my mind, revealed to me my inescapable thoughts. So I sat down with the night and listened to our emptiness.
Music: A Perfect Circle - Orestes - Mer De Noms
Mood: Sleepy
Metaphor for a missing moment
Pull me in to your perfect circle
One womb
One shame
One resolve
Liberate this will
To release us all
Gotta cut away, clear away
Slip away and sever this
Umbilical residue that's
Keeping me from killing you
And from pulling you down with me in here
I can almost hear you scream
One more medicated peaceful moment
Give Me
One more medicated peaceful moment
And I don't wanna feel this overwhelming
Hostility
I don't wanna feel this overwheming
Hostility
Gotta cut away, clear away
Slip away and sever this
Umbilical residue
Gotta cut away, clear away
Slip away and sever this
Umbilical residue that's
Keeping me from killing you
Slip away and sever this
Keeping me from killing you
Mood: Sleepy
Metaphor for a missing moment
Pull me in to your perfect circle
One womb
One shame
One resolve
Liberate this will
To release us all
Gotta cut away, clear away
Slip away and sever this
Umbilical residue that's
Keeping me from killing you
And from pulling you down with me in here
I can almost hear you scream
One more medicated peaceful moment
Give Me
One more medicated peaceful moment
And I don't wanna feel this overwhelming
Hostility
I don't wanna feel this overwheming
Hostility
Gotta cut away, clear away
Slip away and sever this
Umbilical residue
Gotta cut away, clear away
Slip away and sever this
Umbilical residue that's
Keeping me from killing you
Slip away and sever this
Keeping me from killing you
I'm Trying to Fathom This Obsession
6 Comments Published by Devin on Sunday, July 17, 2005 at 9:29 PM.
Music: Coldplay - Proof - X & Y B-Sides
Mood: Worn Out
I do not understand the Harry Potter obsession. But I am trying to relate. Believe me, I am really making valiant efforts to wrap my head around this shit, but I still cannot make sense of it. If you're in the age bracket of 0 to 13, then yes, I can fathom your obsession. You relate to the characters on a level that most children can understand, kind of like the 4th dimension and Steven Hawking. It is probable that you find the story to be entertaining, the writing enjoyable, and you probably gather a sense of pleasure from the entire reading process. This I agree with on many fronts.
But here is what I do not understand. Grown men. Grown women. Waiting in line. For hours, days even. Patiently anticipating the release of a kids book. I mean, I can dig the whole trying to relate to your children angle, or even the younger-sibiling-has-to-read-so-that-means-I-do. But if you are in the 26 to 40 bracket, with a respectable life/career/ambitions, why, pray tell, do you waste time with this fiction? Or any fiction for that matter. Don't get me wrong, at this stage in my life, fiction is a valuable commodity for days when you want nothing more than to drink lemonade and waste time. But, even that admission is not enough to reconcile dedicating unnecssary amounts of time on this stuff. The woman that writes this stuff used to be on welfare in Wales. Now she reads the story aloud to children in a big ass castle in Scotland.
Whatever. I know that its all about having fun, and I suppose that people enjoy the story and character development for what its worth. I just think its a bit strange, thats all. I've yet to read one of these or see any of the movies, and I have no intention to begin. Its a slippery slope in my opinion. Childern were hooked with book one at the age of say 7, and now they are 15 and waiting for midnight releases at Barnes for the new one, like crackheads in some disfunctional universe. I know, that parallel really proves that I am biased, but, I am convinced that in 5 years, no one will care for Harry and his band of rabbits.
On a 'lighter' note, is anyone else even remotley shocked that Dubya picked a man to replace SDOC on the Supreme Court after weeks of floating the possibility of a woman. Let alone a white conservative to do his bidding. Not surprising, he flexed his muscles by making a very public situation out of the appointment, to make us forget about his golf buddy Karl Rove and his tendency to 'slip' information about CIA ops in foreign countries to ambitions journalists looking to score the window office at Time Headquarters. No, I am really not even close to surprised. Or astonished. Or anything. I really couldn't care less. We all knew that SDOC was the swing vote, and without her, there goes the ability for partisan rulings. So, goodbye democracy, at least until Rehnquist decides chemotherapy isn't a bad idea when you have cancer at 80 and want to live forever.
Mood: Worn Out
I do not understand the Harry Potter obsession. But I am trying to relate. Believe me, I am really making valiant efforts to wrap my head around this shit, but I still cannot make sense of it. If you're in the age bracket of 0 to 13, then yes, I can fathom your obsession. You relate to the characters on a level that most children can understand, kind of like the 4th dimension and Steven Hawking. It is probable that you find the story to be entertaining, the writing enjoyable, and you probably gather a sense of pleasure from the entire reading process. This I agree with on many fronts.
But here is what I do not understand. Grown men. Grown women. Waiting in line. For hours, days even. Patiently anticipating the release of a kids book. I mean, I can dig the whole trying to relate to your children angle, or even the younger-sibiling-has-to-read-so-that-means-I-do. But if you are in the 26 to 40 bracket, with a respectable life/career/ambitions, why, pray tell, do you waste time with this fiction? Or any fiction for that matter. Don't get me wrong, at this stage in my life, fiction is a valuable commodity for days when you want nothing more than to drink lemonade and waste time. But, even that admission is not enough to reconcile dedicating unnecssary amounts of time on this stuff. The woman that writes this stuff used to be on welfare in Wales. Now she reads the story aloud to children in a big ass castle in Scotland.
Whatever. I know that its all about having fun, and I suppose that people enjoy the story and character development for what its worth. I just think its a bit strange, thats all. I've yet to read one of these or see any of the movies, and I have no intention to begin. Its a slippery slope in my opinion. Childern were hooked with book one at the age of say 7, and now they are 15 and waiting for midnight releases at Barnes for the new one, like crackheads in some disfunctional universe. I know, that parallel really proves that I am biased, but, I am convinced that in 5 years, no one will care for Harry and his band of rabbits.
On a 'lighter' note, is anyone else even remotley shocked that Dubya picked a man to replace SDOC on the Supreme Court after weeks of floating the possibility of a woman. Let alone a white conservative to do his bidding. Not surprising, he flexed his muscles by making a very public situation out of the appointment, to make us forget about his golf buddy Karl Rove and his tendency to 'slip' information about CIA ops in foreign countries to ambitions journalists looking to score the window office at Time Headquarters. No, I am really not even close to surprised. Or astonished. Or anything. I really couldn't care less. We all knew that SDOC was the swing vote, and without her, there goes the ability for partisan rulings. So, goodbye democracy, at least until Rehnquist decides chemotherapy isn't a bad idea when you have cancer at 80 and want to live forever.
Music: Smashing Pumpkins - Mayonnaise (Acoustic) - Earphoria
Mood: Tired
What matters in life? Is it the love of friends. Family. The pursuit of some far-reaching dream. What should i want. I'll tell you how I feel right now and maybe it can take me there. I want to continue writing thoughts into this computer, stringing them into a coherent series of shorts that can be published and then sold for intellectual stimulation. Or money. Whichever comes first.
Rescue Me is a great show. Going to bed...
Mood: Tired
What matters in life? Is it the love of friends. Family. The pursuit of some far-reaching dream. What should i want. I'll tell you how I feel right now and maybe it can take me there. I want to continue writing thoughts into this computer, stringing them into a coherent series of shorts that can be published and then sold for intellectual stimulation. Or money. Whichever comes first.
Rescue Me is a great show. Going to bed...
You're Such a Heretic, its Blasphemous
1 Comments Published by Devin on Thursday, July 14, 2005 at 9:46 PM.
Music: Sufjan Stevens - John Wayne Gacy, Jr. - Illinois
Mood: Blank
I'm starting to sound like a broken record with this one, but download the Sufjan Stevens album. It was recommended highly by everyone that's reviewed it, and I can see why. The songs are brilliantly composed, and the content is superb. An A+.
If I was blessed with the power to bring any band/musician from the past together for one final performance, I would have to go with the following ensembles in no particular order:
Queen
Rage Against the Machine
Smashing Pumpkins
At the Drive-In
Nirvana
Pink Floyd
Led Zeppelin
The Doors (this would require a Level 2 Paladine Resurrect Card a la Magic the Gathering, n00b)
www.overheardinnewyork.com
Visit the above site, it will not let you down, this much I can promise. I really can't describe it, you have to view it for yourself.
This heat wave is making me very uneasy. I mean, don't get me wrong, I am an advocate of the warmth, but, I would much rather spend my time in 78 degree partly cloudy days, than to waddle around with sweat all-over my face and have to shower everytime I leave the house. It's just not fun.
So yesterday, on my drive home, I was listening to good old KROQ, when this ad comes on for a lawyer, whose name I now cannot recall. However, it starts with the quote "HAVE YOU BEEN BUSTED FAH PAUT" ... and continues with this Medford accented lawyer from Mass that wants to fight for your right to blaze. Well, that's all cool and I really didn't care, until it happened: "CAULL US NOW AT 1-800-4:20-LAWS"... needless to say I busted the fuck up in the car and laughed my ass off all the way home. I guess you had to be there. Still, coincidence on that phone number champ?
Alas, the question of the week: does being a heretic in Christian faith permit going to heaven in say Buddhism? Well, I guess Buddhism is more about enlightenment rather than heaven. How about Judaism? Where's that proverbial line in the sand supposed to be drawn? Did Jesus and Ra have a tet-a-tet to create the formal rules for how they allow sinners into heaven? Can you imagine that?
Jesus "So, yeah, I was looking at these files, and uh, there a lot of guys that you might be interested in"
Ra "No kidding, let me have a loo---yes the Ceasar Salad please, no anchovies though.."
Jesus "Yeah, there's five here for you to take, packaged deal, all yours, heaven bound"
Ra "Wow......is it just me or isn't it really easy for people to make it into my heaven?"
Jesus "No, c'mon man, have you seen the Bible?"
The End.
Mood: Blank
I'm starting to sound like a broken record with this one, but download the Sufjan Stevens album. It was recommended highly by everyone that's reviewed it, and I can see why. The songs are brilliantly composed, and the content is superb. An A+.
If I was blessed with the power to bring any band/musician from the past together for one final performance, I would have to go with the following ensembles in no particular order:
Queen
Rage Against the Machine
Smashing Pumpkins
At the Drive-In
Nirvana
Pink Floyd
Led Zeppelin
The Doors (this would require a Level 2 Paladine Resurrect Card a la Magic the Gathering, n00b)
www.overheardinnewyork.com
Visit the above site, it will not let you down, this much I can promise. I really can't describe it, you have to view it for yourself.
This heat wave is making me very uneasy. I mean, don't get me wrong, I am an advocate of the warmth, but, I would much rather spend my time in 78 degree partly cloudy days, than to waddle around with sweat all-over my face and have to shower everytime I leave the house. It's just not fun.
So yesterday, on my drive home, I was listening to good old KROQ, when this ad comes on for a lawyer, whose name I now cannot recall. However, it starts with the quote "HAVE YOU BEEN BUSTED FAH PAUT" ... and continues with this Medford accented lawyer from Mass that wants to fight for your right to blaze. Well, that's all cool and I really didn't care, until it happened: "CAULL US NOW AT 1-800-4:20-LAWS"... needless to say I busted the fuck up in the car and laughed my ass off all the way home. I guess you had to be there. Still, coincidence on that phone number champ?
Alas, the question of the week: does being a heretic in Christian faith permit going to heaven in say Buddhism? Well, I guess Buddhism is more about enlightenment rather than heaven. How about Judaism? Where's that proverbial line in the sand supposed to be drawn? Did Jesus and Ra have a tet-a-tet to create the formal rules for how they allow sinners into heaven? Can you imagine that?
Jesus "So, yeah, I was looking at these files, and uh, there a lot of guys that you might be interested in"
Ra "No kidding, let me have a loo---yes the Ceasar Salad please, no anchovies though.."
Jesus "Yeah, there's five here for you to take, packaged deal, all yours, heaven bound"
Ra "Wow......is it just me or isn't it really easy for people to make it into my heaven?"
Jesus "No, c'mon man, have you seen the Bible?"
The End.
Music: Incubus - Pantomime - Live in Japan 2004
Mood: Cool
In my fantasy I'm a pantomime
I'll just move my hands and everyone sees what I mean
Words are too messy
And it's way past time
To end in my mouth
Paint my face white and tried
To reinvent the sea
One wave at a time
Speak without my voice and see the world by candlelight
I ain't afraid to let it out
I'm not afraid to take that fall
But I have found beyond all doubt
We say more by saying nothing at all
In my fantasy no such thing as time
Minutes bleed into days
Avant garde
Show me your heresies
And I'll show you mine
We only speak in pantomimes on this carpet ride
I ain't afraid to let it out
I'm not afraid to take that fall
But I have found beyond all doubt
We say more by saying nothing at all
In my fantasy you look good entwined
In my hair and skin and spit and sweat and spilled red wine
You're my deep secret
I'm your pantomime
I'll just move my hands
I promise you'll see what I mean
Mood: Cool
In my fantasy I'm a pantomime
I'll just move my hands and everyone sees what I mean
Words are too messy
And it's way past time
To end in my mouth
Paint my face white and tried
To reinvent the sea
One wave at a time
Speak without my voice and see the world by candlelight
I ain't afraid to let it out
I'm not afraid to take that fall
But I have found beyond all doubt
We say more by saying nothing at all
In my fantasy no such thing as time
Minutes bleed into days
Avant garde
Show me your heresies
And I'll show you mine
We only speak in pantomimes on this carpet ride
I ain't afraid to let it out
I'm not afraid to take that fall
But I have found beyond all doubt
We say more by saying nothing at all
In my fantasy you look good entwined
In my hair and skin and spit and sweat and spilled red wine
You're my deep secret
I'm your pantomime
I'll just move my hands
I promise you'll see what I mean
Music: Sufjan Stevens - Illinois - Illinoise
Mood: Mellow
I hate punk rock.
Actually, that's not true; I kind of like punk rock, sometimes. What I hate are people who love punk rock. There has never been a genre of anything that has made more people confused about what art is capable of doing, and they all refuse to shut up about it.
A few years ago, I was having a conversation with someone who was as depressed as I was at the time yet far more drunk than I. But--in order to prevent talking about our 'common ground' we chose music instead, except this guy kept saying "Punk rock saved my life." He said it like four times in ten minutes. "When I was in high school," he insisted, "punk totally saved my life. If not for that music, I wouldn't be here today. Punk rock saved my life, man."
I have heard those exact words said thousands of times by hundreds of people, and none of them are ever joking. They exist in a culture of certainty. They want to believe what they are saying so much. They want to believe that this sentiment is literally true. And all I could do while I listened to this dude tell me how punk rock saved his life was think, Wow. Why do people waste all that time going to chemotherapy? I guess we should just play them a bunch of shitty Black Flag records.
Mood: Mellow
I hate punk rock.
Actually, that's not true; I kind of like punk rock, sometimes. What I hate are people who love punk rock. There has never been a genre of anything that has made more people confused about what art is capable of doing, and they all refuse to shut up about it.
A few years ago, I was having a conversation with someone who was as depressed as I was at the time yet far more drunk than I. But--in order to prevent talking about our 'common ground' we chose music instead, except this guy kept saying "Punk rock saved my life." He said it like four times in ten minutes. "When I was in high school," he insisted, "punk totally saved my life. If not for that music, I wouldn't be here today. Punk rock saved my life, man."
I have heard those exact words said thousands of times by hundreds of people, and none of them are ever joking. They exist in a culture of certainty. They want to believe what they are saying so much. They want to believe that this sentiment is literally true. And all I could do while I listened to this dude tell me how punk rock saved his life was think, Wow. Why do people waste all that time going to chemotherapy? I guess we should just play them a bunch of shitty Black Flag records.
Music: Coldplay - Don't Panic Acoustic - DAB Radio
Mood: Satisfied
I had the desire to add something to my blog layout, and alas the new images on the left side. Every week I will have the album of the week update, with album cover to boot, and I will try and keep the what I am reading space updated as I turn the pages. Bear in mind, I read in very awkward spurts, so it might take time or it might take a week or two for a new book. Let us wait and see.
Mood: Satisfied
I had the desire to add something to my blog layout, and alas the new images on the left side. Every week I will have the album of the week update, with album cover to boot, and I will try and keep the what I am reading space updated as I turn the pages. Bear in mind, I read in very awkward spurts, so it might take time or it might take a week or two for a new book. Let us wait and see.
Music: Foo Fighters - Razor - In Your Honor
Mood: Relaxed
Try holding on to the ocean with your hands. You can't have it all, it has an un-tamable nature. You can't carry it away in a decadent vase, it loses its wild and impromptu spirit. Sit down by the water's edge and hold out your hands... let the water come to you. Let the sea rest between your hands, observe it. Admire it. But tighten your grip and you'll lose it all. Its will is unbounded and such is the essence of its beauty. Yet if you pay no attention, a second of carelessness and your darling will slip through your hands, back to the teary waters. Then all you are left with is that enticing aroma between your fingertips.
Mood: Relaxed
Try holding on to the ocean with your hands. You can't have it all, it has an un-tamable nature. You can't carry it away in a decadent vase, it loses its wild and impromptu spirit. Sit down by the water's edge and hold out your hands... let the water come to you. Let the sea rest between your hands, observe it. Admire it. But tighten your grip and you'll lose it all. Its will is unbounded and such is the essence of its beauty. Yet if you pay no attention, a second of carelessness and your darling will slip through your hands, back to the teary waters. Then all you are left with is that enticing aroma between your fingertips.
Music: Nothing
Mood: Shocked
I'm just stunned. Spoke over MSN with my cousin in London this morning, and all is well with her and the rest of the family. Still, something like this really hits close to home. Moreso I suppose than 9/11. Below is the Tube Map where the bombs went off. Can you imagine going to sleep on Wednesday night winning the Olympics and then waking up to commute to work and having to deal with an international crisis of this sort? Such grotesque radical activity.
Mood: Shocked
I'm just stunned. Spoke over MSN with my cousin in London this morning, and all is well with her and the rest of the family. Still, something like this really hits close to home. Moreso I suppose than 9/11. Below is the Tube Map where the bombs went off. Can you imagine going to sleep on Wednesday night winning the Olympics and then waking up to commute to work and having to deal with an international crisis of this sort? Such grotesque radical activity.
Music: Radiohead - Knives Out - Amnesiac
Mood: Strange
Today, I woke up and my house was empty. My cousin came into my room at 4 to say goodbye, I rolled out of bed at 10:30, and there was no one around, save for my paternal Grandmother. This is such a stark contast from what we've been used to for the past 6 weeks.
Let me preface, that it feels rather strange to have this entire house empty, after months of planning, anticipation, concern, and of course, the event itself. Now, it feels sad and empty. The next time we will ever have a gathering of such magnitude will be perhaps in 5 or so years, when someone gets married. But memories like this won't last longer than the end of the summer.
Anyways, Londoners rejoice. The 2012 Olympics are in your backyard, after 5 days of presentations and bickering, the games are headed there instead of conventional selection New York, or Paris, or Madrid, or even Moscow. I know that my relatives in Trafalger Square are probably celebrating in style, yet exercising the utmost restraint so as to not 'rub it in'.
But really, who cares for the Olympics these days. They are such a bland reference to competitive sports of yesteryear, and the sanctity of such events went out the window with BALCO and the doping results that took medals from Gold and Silver winners. The only event I ever showed a hint of interest in was the Basketball, but even then it took a backseat because Americans would crush everyone every year. Now it seems not to be the case, as more and more countries are looking to kick more ass.
Really, I should be a fan of the Olympics, given that it is not dominated by a single country, rather a litany of contenders surprise the viewing audience every year. But, I just can't relate to the events: they bore me. I would much rather watch something else, even a re-run of Entourage for 20 minutes than sit through another one of those stink-bomb gymnastic events.
Mood: Strange
Today, I woke up and my house was empty. My cousin came into my room at 4 to say goodbye, I rolled out of bed at 10:30, and there was no one around, save for my paternal Grandmother. This is such a stark contast from what we've been used to for the past 6 weeks.
Let me preface, that it feels rather strange to have this entire house empty, after months of planning, anticipation, concern, and of course, the event itself. Now, it feels sad and empty. The next time we will ever have a gathering of such magnitude will be perhaps in 5 or so years, when someone gets married. But memories like this won't last longer than the end of the summer.
Anyways, Londoners rejoice. The 2012 Olympics are in your backyard, after 5 days of presentations and bickering, the games are headed there instead of conventional selection New York, or Paris, or Madrid, or even Moscow. I know that my relatives in Trafalger Square are probably celebrating in style, yet exercising the utmost restraint so as to not 'rub it in'.
But really, who cares for the Olympics these days. They are such a bland reference to competitive sports of yesteryear, and the sanctity of such events went out the window with BALCO and the doping results that took medals from Gold and Silver winners. The only event I ever showed a hint of interest in was the Basketball, but even then it took a backseat because Americans would crush everyone every year. Now it seems not to be the case, as more and more countries are looking to kick more ass.
Really, I should be a fan of the Olympics, given that it is not dominated by a single country, rather a litany of contenders surprise the viewing audience every year. But, I just can't relate to the events: they bore me. I would much rather watch something else, even a re-run of Entourage for 20 minutes than sit through another one of those stink-bomb gymnastic events.
Music: The Shins - Caring Is Creepy - Garden State OST
Mood: A Little Sad
This is just to share that my mom's mom, also known in my family as 'Biji" is the greatest human being alive. She has such amazing sage wisdom to share, and I always love spending time with her. I'm really glad we got to spend 6 weeks together. Although I wish she would stay longer, I'm just glad I got to spend this time with her. She leaves tomorrow, but hopefully sooner rather than later we can see her again. Next year she is supposed to come back for 2 months. The best part of this whole experience, is that she has maintained her health and become far more independent then before. I truly love her. She is an amazing person.
Mood: A Little Sad
This is just to share that my mom's mom, also known in my family as 'Biji" is the greatest human being alive. She has such amazing sage wisdom to share, and I always love spending time with her. I'm really glad we got to spend 6 weeks together. Although I wish she would stay longer, I'm just glad I got to spend this time with her. She leaves tomorrow, but hopefully sooner rather than later we can see her again. Next year she is supposed to come back for 2 months. The best part of this whole experience, is that she has maintained her health and become far more independent then before. I truly love her. She is an amazing person.
Music: Coldplay - The Message - X & Y
Mood: Smart
I was having a bad day, and then this song came to brighten my spirits. Nothing like a little Beatles to perk up the afternoon downers. So I was all set to upload a clip of our band doing some covers, but we just moved to a new server, and we ought to wait a few days to see what's acceptable and what's not in terms of file size and all that jazz.
e-Discovery is something I want to get involved with at the earliest possible juncture. Its basically the process by which attorneys gather electronic evidence for and against their clients. Problem is, most firms either outsource the work to companies or try and do it themselves, whichout much of a system in place for referencing and determining the range of locations information could be stored. Ernie the Attorney's Blog has a good section about e-Discovery.
I should start my first day of work on Wednesday. United States Department of Justice. Keeping my fingers crossed though that all the paperwork goes through considering that I was almost 2 weeks late getting all the paperwork in. Hopefully all goes well, and I can start wearing suits to the office in this 'hot hot heat'.
Its too hard to list all the songs that I switch thru when blogging. So while I started this post on the Beatles, and went thru some Volta, I am now working with some Coldplay. I really am a fan of this album, but everyone I know seems to think it's too much of a departure from what they used to do. Bear in mind, this could all change in a matter of seconds, what's sitting atop the screen as my music of the moment.
Remember that whole XML parser thing from January? Well, maybe finally I have the time to consider working on it. See, I really do want to have my top played for the week and 5 newest songs activley refreshed and added to the site whenever I log in. I think that would be really cool. Right now, if I wanted, I would have to manunally update the side part whenever I wanted to share news.
Going to go now, and listen to more music. Happy Independence Day, Americans.
Mood: Smart
I was having a bad day, and then this song came to brighten my spirits. Nothing like a little Beatles to perk up the afternoon downers. So I was all set to upload a clip of our band doing some covers, but we just moved to a new server, and we ought to wait a few days to see what's acceptable and what's not in terms of file size and all that jazz.
e-Discovery is something I want to get involved with at the earliest possible juncture. Its basically the process by which attorneys gather electronic evidence for and against their clients. Problem is, most firms either outsource the work to companies or try and do it themselves, whichout much of a system in place for referencing and determining the range of locations information could be stored. Ernie the Attorney's Blog has a good section about e-Discovery.
I should start my first day of work on Wednesday. United States Department of Justice. Keeping my fingers crossed though that all the paperwork goes through considering that I was almost 2 weeks late getting all the paperwork in. Hopefully all goes well, and I can start wearing suits to the office in this 'hot hot heat'.
Its too hard to list all the songs that I switch thru when blogging. So while I started this post on the Beatles, and went thru some Volta, I am now working with some Coldplay. I really am a fan of this album, but everyone I know seems to think it's too much of a departure from what they used to do. Bear in mind, this could all change in a matter of seconds, what's sitting atop the screen as my music of the moment.
Remember that whole XML parser thing from January? Well, maybe finally I have the time to consider working on it. See, I really do want to have my top played for the week and 5 newest songs activley refreshed and added to the site whenever I log in. I think that would be really cool. Right now, if I wanted, I would have to manunally update the side part whenever I wanted to share news.
Going to go now, and listen to more music. Happy Independence Day, Americans.
Music: Architecture in Helsinki - Neverevereverdid - In Case We Die
Mood: Groovy
Today we sat outside and recorded several songs. It was a magnificent moment in time, one that was well documented and will soon be available to download from this very blog. Patience is a virtue it seems for you all. We basically did a litany of covers, but our original material will be recorded in time. According to my cousin, the songs my brother and I wrote before he showed up sound way too much like 'Interpol', which is not a bad thing I guess.
Looking for new music? Get the Architecture in Helsinki album. It is so good, I promise you will enjoy it. If you don't, then you never have to take my recommendations again. Although, its not entirely my fault that you can't make up your own mind. I'm just the messenger it seems.
Does anyone else realize the gradual shift in tone this blog has taken? It went from sad, diminished, and downright emo, to relativley bland and subdued. I think this may have something to do with a change of scenery. It is all moot really, just a fun thing to track when I've nothing better to consider. On that note, I will return to my previous affairs, i.e. - LSAT prep.
Mood: Groovy
Today we sat outside and recorded several songs. It was a magnificent moment in time, one that was well documented and will soon be available to download from this very blog. Patience is a virtue it seems for you all. We basically did a litany of covers, but our original material will be recorded in time. According to my cousin, the songs my brother and I wrote before he showed up sound way too much like 'Interpol', which is not a bad thing I guess.
Looking for new music? Get the Architecture in Helsinki album. It is so good, I promise you will enjoy it. If you don't, then you never have to take my recommendations again. Although, its not entirely my fault that you can't make up your own mind. I'm just the messenger it seems.
Does anyone else realize the gradual shift in tone this blog has taken? It went from sad, diminished, and downright emo, to relativley bland and subdued. I think this may have something to do with a change of scenery. It is all moot really, just a fun thing to track when I've nothing better to consider. On that note, I will return to my previous affairs, i.e. - LSAT prep.
