Monday, December 13, 2010
Monday, We Need To Talk
Look, I get it. I really do. It's gotta be tough being the poor bastard left over after the weekend, showing up after the party's over. But it doesn't have to be that way. You don't have that grumpy a-hole all the time. You could be the epic champ that marks the beginning of a promising week. You could be the heaven-sent after-party mountain of pancakes and bacon at the 24-hour-diner. What do you say??
Friday, November 26, 2010
Friday, October 22, 2010
If I read one more motivational blurb, my lunch is going to projectile right out of my stomach
Wait, you mean I should set specific goals in life so I don't wander around aimlessly trying to get to a place I haven't figured out yet? And I should try to keep good company in order to increase my chances of happiness? Really?? Oh praise the almighty heavens, I was lost, but because of you, now I am found.
Honestly people, find something more interesting to do with your blogs/facebook/twitter/other social networking mediums. If you're going to share, maybe try something that won't make my braincells want to commit suicide? Sorry if this burns a little, I'm bored with candy-coating. Besides, take it as a favor. It's a big world out there, with lots of people, ideas and new shit all around. I bet if you just try, you can find something worth sharing because it makes you quake with laughter, gasp a little, it flares up your appetite, it makes you furious, you know...whatever floats your boat as long as it doesn't sink mine (I hope I'm speaking for more than myself here). But don't waste your time and the collectives' giving dime a dozen advice. Believe it or not, most people can figure out how to be happy, whether they act on it or not is more a matter of character, resources and some ratio of nature/nurture. Save the motivational speech for a friend when they need a little push, it'll be an effort better spent.
Honestly people, find something more interesting to do with your blogs/facebook/twitter/other social networking mediums. If you're going to share, maybe try something that won't make my braincells want to commit suicide? Sorry if this burns a little, I'm bored with candy-coating. Besides, take it as a favor. It's a big world out there, with lots of people, ideas and new shit all around. I bet if you just try, you can find something worth sharing because it makes you quake with laughter, gasp a little, it flares up your appetite, it makes you furious, you know...whatever floats your boat as long as it doesn't sink mine (I hope I'm speaking for more than myself here). But don't waste your time and the collectives' giving dime a dozen advice. Believe it or not, most people can figure out how to be happy, whether they act on it or not is more a matter of character, resources and some ratio of nature/nurture. Save the motivational speech for a friend when they need a little push, it'll be an effort better spent.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
La Belle Epoque
"Now you've had a taste of youth. It's never satisfying but you'll always want to go back for more"
Friday, February 5, 2010
I will never settle for anything less than a man who can tango.
I presume there will be many affairs of sorts, but none shall get a grip on this one without a delirious command of dance.
For those who think there is something to be found in encapsulated stimulants, well, perhaps they're onto something, but nothing that begins to skim the intensity of what I have seen. There is nothing more guilty than watching a pair where you cannot find the dividing lines. There are no self-conscious or lousy lovers among dancers. And yet, there is so much people don't understand about it. I find it most amusing when a man thinks that dance is not "fitting" for him because it isn't masculine enough. Darling, have you taken a close look? What could be more alluring than a man who has conquered rhythm and gravity, who can lead a woman with complete synchronization? Before people had the liberties of pre-marital encounters, they danced. And you cannot take my or anyone else's word for it, you have to feel it. You have to get lost in that trance free from the limits of space and time and discover that once every couple centuries, humans get something right.
For those who think there is something to be found in encapsulated stimulants, well, perhaps they're onto something, but nothing that begins to skim the intensity of what I have seen. There is nothing more guilty than watching a pair where you cannot find the dividing lines. There are no self-conscious or lousy lovers among dancers. And yet, there is so much people don't understand about it. I find it most amusing when a man thinks that dance is not "fitting" for him because it isn't masculine enough. Darling, have you taken a close look? What could be more alluring than a man who has conquered rhythm and gravity, who can lead a woman with complete synchronization? Before people had the liberties of pre-marital encounters, they danced. And you cannot take my or anyone else's word for it, you have to feel it. You have to get lost in that trance free from the limits of space and time and discover that once every couple centuries, humans get something right.
Monday, November 30, 2009
Vicarious
About ten years ago Volunteer Now! came out with a report called "Consumerism" that focused on global priorities in spending in 1998. Figures were as follows:
Cosmetics in U.S.....$8 billion
Cigarettes in Europe.....$50 billion
Alcoholic drinks in Europe.....$105 billion
Narcotic drugs in the world.....$400 billion
Global military spending.....$780 billion
Compare to the estimated costs of providing universal access to basic social services in all developing countries:
Basic education for all.....$6 billion
Clean water and sanitation for all.....$9 billion
Reproductive health for all women.....$12 billion
Basic health and nutrition for all.....$13 billion
Total.....$40 billion
So, $780 billion on military spending and we can't scrimp out a measly $40 billion to provide basic human necessities for the people who need it most? With what excuse exactly? Security? I can say with all certainty that providing any of these services to developing countries would do so much more for collective security than building F-22 Raptors for $143 million-a-piece...and that's with 1998 numbers. Today global military spending is at approximately $1.5 trillion.
Something to think about.
Cosmetics in U.S.....$8 billion
Cigarettes in Europe.....$50 billion
Alcoholic drinks in Europe.....$105 billion
Narcotic drugs in the world.....$400 billion
Global military spending.....$780 billion
Compare to the estimated costs of providing universal access to basic social services in all developing countries:
Basic education for all.....$6 billion
Clean water and sanitation for all.....$9 billion
Reproductive health for all women.....$12 billion
Basic health and nutrition for all.....$13 billion
Total.....$40 billion
So, $780 billion on military spending and we can't scrimp out a measly $40 billion to provide basic human necessities for the people who need it most? With what excuse exactly? Security? I can say with all certainty that providing any of these services to developing countries would do so much more for collective security than building F-22 Raptors for $143 million-a-piece...and that's with 1998 numbers. Today global military spending is at approximately $1.5 trillion.
Something to think about.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
La Primavera
The first time I heard a song by Manu Chao my head nearly exploded. I can hardly explain the feeling; it's like a surge, and you don't know what to hold on to, and your skin is on fire, and you want to come undone and the sky could be falling on you and you don't care.
I saw this show a couple years back. Without a doubt one of the best shows I have been to. The air was sweltering hot, electric. From afar this must have looked like a cult worship. First, the rhythm hits you. It's so fucking sexy, so contagious, I can't remember anyone standing still. Then that rush of energy. He takes you back, injects you one more time and finishes off what's left of you with that guitar solo. By the end you're tame as a puppy.
It's easy to lose a little faith any day, but, when I listen to music this good I think we are downright blessed. Makes me a gooey, tree-huggin', babby-kissin' fool that understands religion, believes in altruism, heroes, the flying spaguetti monster and forgets all about the damage.
Love is seriously blind. And batshit crazy.
I saw this show a couple years back. Without a doubt one of the best shows I have been to. The air was sweltering hot, electric. From afar this must have looked like a cult worship. First, the rhythm hits you. It's so fucking sexy, so contagious, I can't remember anyone standing still. Then that rush of energy. He takes you back, injects you one more time and finishes off what's left of you with that guitar solo. By the end you're tame as a puppy.
It's easy to lose a little faith any day, but, when I listen to music this good I think we are downright blessed. Makes me a gooey, tree-huggin', babby-kissin' fool that understands religion, believes in altruism, heroes, the flying spaguetti monster and forgets all about the damage.
Love is seriously blind. And batshit crazy.
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