C’est la vie
I took a massive break. One can only type tales about oneself so much.
I’m feeling a shift in priorities. But hopefully that will bring better future blog content.
Archive for February, 2010
You think too much.
Lots of contemplation happening these days. Life-long friends seem to be asking the same questions and running into similar confusions, experiencing similar epiphanies.
If there really is something dramatic happening in the collective, it’s not enough for anybody to freely talk about. I also doubt the importance of advertising it here. Then I often question whether I am a victim of my own subjectivity, taking my mental filter of reality too seriously.
TV and movies are talking about the similar subject matter… secrets revealed, the mayans exposed, what 2012 means, the paranormal, the unexplainable, doomsday.
Does nobody else think this is strange?
Does anybody else think this should have been on the news more than Tiger Woods?
It blows my mind what the media brushes aside, what they fixate on, and what the mass is okay with absorbing every single night on the tube.
It also blows my mind that we still play the game of following or voting for politicians, pastors, or school faculty who often make a valiant effort to hide anything human about themselves.
Why don’t we think rituals like church communion or even the opening ceremonies for the Olympics are a little strange (i.e., people in white robes zombie-flocking to the speech-master)? Do we ignore original ideas or questions in our mind relating to why we do things the way we do?
Why do priests wear conical hats and peculiar robes, and carry that staff around? Why does the clergy stick to the same structure that breeds child molesters? What is psychological reason for it, despite its self-declared connection to God? What if God doesn’t like religion? What if God doesn’t “like”?
Why does a graduating class wear a square hat at graduation, move the tassel to the side, and throw it up in the air? Why do we agree to participate in rituals without asking or knowing what it all means?
Why does the newspaper blatantly insist that we drink fluoridated water? Is it really good for us? If so, why did the Nazis immediately add fluoride to their prisoners’ water supply?
Why do so many relationships end with break-up lines from movies or t.v. shows? Why does anybody think “The Bachelor” is reality/real? Why are extremo-masculine and extremo-feminine themes in movies something enjoyed and sought after in real life? See: The Transporter or The Time Travelers Wife.
Why are we okay with repeating empty catch-phrases when giving somebody advice?
Why Bill O’Reilly? Why not Marilyn Manson?
Why are we okay with presidents hiring speech-writers instead of saying their own words?
Why do we try to find security or salvation in other people or things?
Why do sunsets make sense?
Bike Time
Kevin called, and I went straight to my bike instead of taking a look at craigslist. We rode around town for 90 minutes and saw some cool views that I normally see through the awe-sucking filter of windshields. I ate like a hungry obese child before the ride, and because of that I still didn’t need to eat much for dinner despite the vigorous uphill battles.
On another note, I had forgotten about a bill that was due tomorrow and miraculously got a check in the mail from an online casino company I promoted years ago during my days as a torrent spammer. I hope karma isn’t residual like internet downloads. Today, however, there seemed to be a universal forgiving quality amongst depositing that check. I just hope the other guy is okay.
Give me a call if you want to make big money on the internet: 555-555-5555
Snow Hike
I like when people call me on the phone while I’m job hunting, and present something to do that is much more fun than filling out applications. So today I impulsively went to the mountains with Kevin and Dina, on a hike that I’ve never gone on before, with views much cooler than I expected close-by hiking areas to have. Our plans were foiled to go as far as we wanted, but I realized that often I forget how rad the scenery in Albuquerque can be.
Later, we watched The 4th Kind at the dollar theatre, and then a Rock Climbing DVD called The Sharp End. One of those was worth no more than the dollar I had spent, while the other was well worth the $30 that Kevin had spent, plus another $30 that I might have to spend myself.
I was young once, and this was my house.
After eating lunch with the fam for our usual Sunday fam-event, I rolled by my childhood house.
This is where I lived from 0-9 years old. I learned how to ride a bike on that sidewalk with no training wheels. I first crossed the street without permission there. I had to get stitches 3 times because of things that happened at that house. I nearly took my older brother’s finger off with the sliding door once. I cried so hard that I puked on the carpet there. I made lots of other kids cry at that house. I learned how to use the phone so I could call my best friend across the street from that house. I made my friend shovel my dog’s first load off the grass at that house. I killed many bugs and caterpillars by rolling them down the driveway in a Folgers can at that house.
The people who live there haven’t done a thing since we moved out… except for adding prison bars to the windows and destroying the yard with piles of rocks. They apparently left our enormous UHF t.v. antenna on the roof which has been obsolete since I think 1990. I wouldn’t be surprised if some of my toys are still on the roof.
It looks like a building from Life After People. Oh well, it was good while it lasted.
Haircut
Noel cut my hair. The newly-thinned hairdo amplified the true mass of my beard. A comfort level that is inversely related to the beard’s explosive size eventually forced me to trim it. Consequently, I experienced a little bit of separation anxiety that lasted a couple of hours.
The Now: Approved By Smart Guys
“I never think of the future. It comes soon enough.” – Albert Einstein
“With the past, I have nothing to do; nor with the future. I live now.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson
“Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans.” - John Lennon
Rock, Film, Rock
Tommy and I met up to rock some bass and keys ideas I’ve had rolling around in my skull, including the same tune I was messing with two days ago.
Later, a location scout for the T.V. show In Plain Sight stopped by my (parent’s) house and arranged taking pictures of the house as a possible set location. My parents approved, then let her take panoramic shots of the inside and outside. Eventually I asked her how to get a job on her show. She didn’t say that it’s an easy task, but she was friendly and didn’t seem to judge me for my underlying fragrance of desperation.
Shortly after, I went to go play drums at Brian’s house, watch Battle Royale again, and eat all of his Sweet-tarts that have been in the same place since Halloween.
