Music: The Strokes - Under Control - Room on Fire
Mood: Headache
Here's the multimedia I promsied from the weekend. Click the quicktime logo to start the video.
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Mood: Headache
Here's the multimedia I promsied from the weekend. Click the quicktime logo to start the video.
edited** video removed
Music: David Gray - Dissapearing World - Life in Slow Motion
Mood: Cold
A quick recaplet of events. First, George's birthday/The Strokes concert was incredible. Though my concert experience is sort of limited, it was phenominal, and all of us had a great time.
Saw Spike Lee's new movie, Inside Man, on Sunday. It was on par with V for Vendetta on an overall scale, but it gets the edge because of the phenominal acting chops of Denzel and Clive.
My law school applications are complete, sitting with review committee's and soon, I shall be getting responses. I am nervous in a way, but whatever happens is for the best I suppose. Nothing else I can do at this point but just bide my time.
Will post pictues of the Stokes later. Maybe even a video to boot.
Mood: Cold
A quick recaplet of events. First, George's birthday/The Strokes concert was incredible. Though my concert experience is sort of limited, it was phenominal, and all of us had a great time.
Saw Spike Lee's new movie, Inside Man, on Sunday. It was on par with V for Vendetta on an overall scale, but it gets the edge because of the phenominal acting chops of Denzel and Clive.
My law school applications are complete, sitting with review committee's and soon, I shall be getting responses. I am nervous in a way, but whatever happens is for the best I suppose. Nothing else I can do at this point but just bide my time.
Will post pictues of the Stokes later. Maybe even a video to boot.
Music: Radiohead - Everything in it's Right Place - Kid A
Mood: Relaxed
This is the closest I'll ever get to looking like both Adam Morrison and my dad.
Mood: Relaxed
This is the closest I'll ever get to looking like both Adam Morrison and my dad.
Music: Dirty Vegas - Days Go By - Dirty Vegas
Mood: Sore
"The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose vis-à-vis an introduction, and so it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V."
I have to say this movie was quite the letdown. After almost a year of hype surrounding the Wachowski brothers triumphant post-Matrix(icies) return to the sliver screen, the plot and cinematography left much to be desired. The movie seemed to progess too fast, then too slow, depending on the situation, and the character archs were beyond contrived. Hugo Weaving was fantastic as the mysterious V, while Natalie Portman once again frustrated the hell out of me with her rather autistic performance.
I suppose my inner desire for a blockbuster was the catalyst for my dissapointment. I think I'm becoming too much of a movie snob; I pretty much enjoy most film noir's, thing's made by specific directors (Demme, Sales, Gondry), and have a low tolerance for audience fodder, and forced wit (although that quote at the beginning was pretty snappy).
So, let me quote myself from last night's ride home to surmise just how unflattering of an experience this movie was:
"I went in there expecting doggystyle at the very least, and walked away with a handjob."
Mood: Sore
"The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose vis-à-vis an introduction, and so it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V."
I have to say this movie was quite the letdown. After almost a year of hype surrounding the Wachowski brothers triumphant post-Matrix(icies) return to the sliver screen, the plot and cinematography left much to be desired. The movie seemed to progess too fast, then too slow, depending on the situation, and the character archs were beyond contrived. Hugo Weaving was fantastic as the mysterious V, while Natalie Portman once again frustrated the hell out of me with her rather autistic performance.
I suppose my inner desire for a blockbuster was the catalyst for my dissapointment. I think I'm becoming too much of a movie snob; I pretty much enjoy most film noir's, thing's made by specific directors (Demme, Sales, Gondry), and have a low tolerance for audience fodder, and forced wit (although that quote at the beginning was pretty snappy).
So, let me quote myself from last night's ride home to surmise just how unflattering of an experience this movie was:
"I went in there expecting doggystyle at the very least, and walked away with a handjob."
Music: Red Hot Chili Peppers - Around the World - Californication
Mood: Basic
Well, I changed the site layout- again. I was reminded of my original blog, replete with the text box and iPod with downloadable samples of my favorite tracks for the week, and felt the impulse to do an overhaul. The result is a stock blogger skin, because I lack the talent and skill-set to develop my own at this juncture.
It's George's 21st on Saturday, so naturally he's going to get wasted off his ass, and we, Kunal and myself, will be his 'designated' cohorts in crime. The three of us shall be watching the Strokes and the Eagles of Death Metal shred Les Paul's and SG's that night . Should be a rousing good time indeed.
By the way, happy spring to everyone. The winter is slowly evaporating from the California sky, and I can think of nothing better to do with my days than sit outside and write songs under the sun. More in time...
Mood: Basic
Well, I changed the site layout- again. I was reminded of my original blog, replete with the text box and iPod with downloadable samples of my favorite tracks for the week, and felt the impulse to do an overhaul. The result is a stock blogger skin, because I lack the talent and skill-set to develop my own at this juncture.
It's George's 21st on Saturday, so naturally he's going to get wasted off his ass, and we, Kunal and myself, will be his 'designated' cohorts in crime. The three of us shall be watching the Strokes and the Eagles of Death Metal shred Les Paul's and SG's that night . Should be a rousing good time indeed.
By the way, happy spring to everyone. The winter is slowly evaporating from the California sky, and I can think of nothing better to do with my days than sit outside and write songs under the sun. More in time...
Music: Bush - Inflatable - Golden State
Mood: Meh
Somehow, through it all, she continues to be my everything.
Mood: Meh
Somehow, through it all, she continues to be my everything.
Music: Aqualung - Strange and Beautiful - Aqualung
Mood: Confused
You know what it is? It's watching the lights dim while riding the sea of decline into the sunset. It's about being 20 in the 'western-world', going to school, finding a career, making friends, fucking up relationships left and right; losing self-control temporarily- only to regain it when it's too late, finding love at the bottom of a bottle of Jager, pretending to care, and the feeling that everything inside of you is on fire from the raging inferno that blends passion with desire.
That's what 'it' is.
Mood: Confused
You know what it is? It's watching the lights dim while riding the sea of decline into the sunset. It's about being 20 in the 'western-world', going to school, finding a career, making friends, fucking up relationships left and right; losing self-control temporarily- only to regain it when it's too late, finding love at the bottom of a bottle of Jager, pretending to care, and the feeling that everything inside of you is on fire from the raging inferno that blends passion with desire.
That's what 'it' is.
Music: Death Cab For Cutie - Tiny Vessels - Transatlanticism
Mood: Sleepy
Every so often, I post the lyrics to Death Cab's Tiny Vessels to remind myself of just how brilliant of a song it truly is. Today, it would seem, is that fateful day. Without much ado..
This is the moment that you know
That you told her that you loved her but you don't.
You touch her skin and then you think
That she is beautiful but she don't mean a thing to me.
Yeah, she is beautiful but she don't mean a thing to me.
I spent two weeks in Silverlake
The California sun cascading down my face
There was a girl with light brown streaks,
And she was beautiful but she didn't mean a thing to me.
Yeah, she was beautiful but she didn't mean a thing to me.
I wanted to believe in all the words that I was speaking,
As we moved together in the dark
And all the friends that I was telling
All the playful misspellings
And every bite I gave you left a mark
Tiny vessels oozed into your neck
And formed the bruises
That you said you didn't want to fade
But they did, and so did I that day
All I see are dark grey clouds
In the distance moving closer with every hour
So when you ask "Is something wrong?"
I think "You're damn right there is but we can't talk about it now.
No, we can't talk about it now."
So one last touch and then you'll go
And we'll pretend that it meant something so much more
But it was vile, and it was cheap
And you are beautiful but you don't mean a thing to me
Yeah you are beautiful but you don't mean a thing to me
Mood: Sleepy
Every so often, I post the lyrics to Death Cab's Tiny Vessels to remind myself of just how brilliant of a song it truly is. Today, it would seem, is that fateful day. Without much ado..
This is the moment that you know
That you told her that you loved her but you don't.
You touch her skin and then you think
That she is beautiful but she don't mean a thing to me.
Yeah, she is beautiful but she don't mean a thing to me.
I spent two weeks in Silverlake
The California sun cascading down my face
There was a girl with light brown streaks,
And she was beautiful but she didn't mean a thing to me.
Yeah, she was beautiful but she didn't mean a thing to me.
I wanted to believe in all the words that I was speaking,
As we moved together in the dark
And all the friends that I was telling
All the playful misspellings
And every bite I gave you left a mark
Tiny vessels oozed into your neck
And formed the bruises
That you said you didn't want to fade
But they did, and so did I that day
All I see are dark grey clouds
In the distance moving closer with every hour
So when you ask "Is something wrong?"
I think "You're damn right there is but we can't talk about it now.
No, we can't talk about it now."
So one last touch and then you'll go
And we'll pretend that it meant something so much more
But it was vile, and it was cheap
And you are beautiful but you don't mean a thing to me
Yeah you are beautiful but you don't mean a thing to me
