Where is the life we have lost in living?

Friday, April 30, 2010

That Dog

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Frank settled down in the Valley and he hung his wild years on a nail that he drove through his wife’s forehead. He sold used office furniture out there on San Fernando Road and assumed a 30,000 dollar loan at fifteen and a quarter percent put a down payment on a little two bedroom place. His wife was a spent piece of used jet trash. Made good Bloody Mary’s. Kept her mouth shut most of the time. Had a little Chihuahua named Carlos that had some kind of skin disease and was totally blind. They had a thoroughly modern kitchen. Self-cleaning oven, the whole bit. Frank drove a little sedan. They were so happy. One night Frank was on his way home from work. He stopped at the liquor store. Picked up a couple of Mickey’s Big Mouths. Drank ‘em in the car, and with a Shell station he got a gallon of gas in a can. Drove home, doused everything in the house. Torched it. Parked across the street laughing. Watching it burn. All Halloween orange and chimney red.
Then Frank put on a top forty station. Got on the Hollywood Freeway and headed North. Never could stand that dog.
-Tom Waits, "Frank's Wild Years"

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Hope



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We are in the golden age up to our necks.
-Voltaire

Summer's just about here and above all other senses, I can feel it. But the vibe still rebounds off every other sense as well. You can see it every morning in the thinning number of scholars zombie shuffling to class. Waking up for class isn't even worth it anymore for some folks. You can smell it around high noon as all the grills fire up around the hill, for whatever occasion if not just for the beautiful day. Where's has the urgency gone? What have we done to be so laid back about? What laurels are we resting on? We haven't done anything yet, but we think we have. Or even worse, we know we haven't, yet we are all perfectly fine to reap all the benefits of hard work without actually putting forth an effort. Lifted nary a finger. Adolescence is a term that didn't even exist a hundred years ago. Once you were old enough to work or have children, you did because your livelihood depended upon it. Only with the rise and creation of the middle class did this feeling of prolonged childhood suddenly come into play. And its not a bad thing by an means. Most nations of the world would kill to have the stability and comfortability that the United States has been blessed with. It's absolutely a good thing, if used for comparative advantage. But is the opportunity being seized or completely squandered away? How long do pressing concerns such as morale, justice, the environment, architecture, ecology, social well being and art have to take a backseat role while Americans chase safety, wealth and power, three fantastic concerns to have if the much larger perspective isn't lost in the process. We're mighty blessed but we've lost our points of reference. There isn't anything to build on or improve upon when the classes aren't threatening each other's necks with knives at night. Where are the economic and industrial innovations or the second comings of a cultural rejuvenation? The Western Civ class I'm bearing through just wrapped up the age of explorers and the Renaissance which is fascinating to read about, just not in class. The Renaissance was one of the most influential time periods in all of history and it was three century long mess, absolute upheaval in every spectrum of daily life, social and political pandemonium as well as artistic and intellectual transformation. The populus was making moves, toppling the towers of power and ideas, clashing, questioning, challenging, provoking, living life at an upbeat rhythm. To get academic, the catalyst for it all stemmed from the enormous influx of money that poured into Europe from the expanding trade with Asia. Economic prosperity and cultural advancement seemingly go hand in hand, which point towards a host of parallels that can be drawn from 14th century Europe to 21st century United States, except for one obvious truth. We haven't done a single fucking thing. Of course we've done plenty, especially considering the crazy pace technology is exponentially growing at. But in comparison and given the grand possibilities, its lacking. The potential that exists hasn't even been touched, much less met and matched. I think it all points towards one single variable, a truth so evident it has slipped past our collective consciousness and become almost universally accepted as normal in our society. We simply don't feel good about ourselves. How can we stand ourselves when our norms for time, joy, work, the entirety of our environment are dictated solely by the measure of others around us rather than a higher calling, something that demands us to be greater than ourselves, better and beyond the buying, selling, judging, fucking production line of ease and boredom this world runs on. All major cultural, academic, and intellectual innovations of history has seemingly happened in time periods where mankind has felt good about being human and acted upon dreams in hot pursuit. And to be human means a whole lotta more than sitting tight and watching the soap operas of modern life fiscally secure concerns that bleed time and glorify the lie that says all this right here is the only thing in Life you'll ever need. 

Why does this have to be true? I like to think that it all comes down to perspective and identity. The Western world has a very fragile sense of identity. One needs no more than one broad look around to see  that to be so. For guys, its all truck lifts, good grades, money money money, twenty beers, muscles, smashing gals and grilling out, at least that's true for here in Kentucky. For girls, you've got image and a whole lotta other stuff. How we see ourselves is naturally going to be reflected in the many doings we chose to involve ourselves in, but nowadays our point of reference to self is long gone and who we are is solely defined by everything we have and do, not in who we are. Our culture have reached a point where too much is not even enough. We've lost sight of the truly important things of this world. Voltaire said it best above. We're in the Golden Age up to necks. Today's society is comfortable living in a stalemate, a cloud of obliviousness that has emerged from years and years of consumerism and individualism. The United States has found itself so far on top, economically and politically, we've lost perspective and the bleeding colours can be seen nearly everywhere, from the lofty heights of the upper echelon where money's the be all end all to everyday happenings, where capitalism skews perspectives to see the truly important things in life like people and relationships not for their beauty but as resources to be used for gain and progress, all the way to the middlings of Welfare Nation, where doing absolutely nothing to contribute back to society is perfectly acceptable and even encouraged, just as long as we've got your vote. 40% of 18 year olds in Tennessee do not graduate from high school. What in the world are they going to do to contribute back to society? I read that somewhere the other day and it tore me up a little bit because it hits home closer than most facts due. My only first cousin lives in North Georgia, hasn't graduated high school but is hoping to, since she's now got a child to feed. How is that allowed? What would it take for a law to be passed that stated, "If you don't graduate high school, you can't have a driver's license." Incentives truly are everything and if you offer people a square enough deal, you can get anything you want in return. It's just hard to see the light.

The purpose of all this yarning isn't to promote some crazy anarchy or skullduggery. Fight fire with fire and everything will burn, yeahhhh. All I know is that its beautiful outside. The sun isn't the reason behind all this but something about the past few weeks has really been a blessing. It's swell and it can only get better from here. This ain't nothing really. I've been taking time off to sit back in the sun, connect some broad dots and simply slow down in hopes to truly be aware of Life as its happening. Now, here. The hardest part is just having the eyes to see the joy offered in endless abundance that's hidden in the passing seconds of every single moment every day. The ways of the world blind us from seeing the truly important, beautiful affairs that point us towards living beyond ourselves. When the world respects private property more than it cherishes human life, something must be done. And true change comes from an active lifestyle. So jump on the soul train, dig this sound because for just once, its just us kids living, playing the day away, kicking over statues to the rhythm of the beat. There's no danger in exploration and searching. To live and be alive means to question and to love means we ought to be able to say yes before no. Nothing but hope and revolution and its very real, happening right now.

Friday, April 23, 2010

Kush

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Summer's shadow is looming large and things are getting easier. Not easier as  in make easy, but rather with ease. Good moods abound under the sun. Everyone's easier to get along with. It doesn't make a whole lotta sense but I've slowly figured out it is easier to sit still and study without four walls around especially in the sun. Plus, folks look prettier in the sun. Everyone's taking their time from here to wherever they're off to. But however good the weather is, one thing I absolutely can't stand though is this public speaking class. Goodness gracious. To stay put and listen to this 38 year old teacher who still lives with her parents and uses the class as a fucking social outlet makes me want to bang my head. When she's not asking kids about sexting (I don't even knooooow what kids are up to these days, gah I'm so old), she's broadcasting on loud about things like Physiological Barriers to Successful Communication (a wall), Cultural Barriers (I can't understand you, you're speaking a different language), or Productive Uses of the Workplace Grapevine (what the fuck). The entire class, curriculum is absolutely unteachable. I'm not above doing things I don't like, most things in life aren't going to be particularly in favor, But this class doesn't even have enough character to be disagreeable, its flat out worthless. Tears me up. The opposite of love is not hate, its apathy. It's almost over though. The gal in front of me as a shirt on that says "Smart Happens" over a picture of Einstein. She freaked out last class when we had speeches due because she spoke about the infestation of Asian Carp fifteen seconds over the alloted time, and that meant two points off her grade. She about short circuited, to the horror of every other honor student in class and to my chagrin. 
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Wiz Khalifa raps with the same ease as summer brings. He has a fucking great ear for airy beats that tumble and roll and his flow dances over it. Kush and Orange Juice. Get the mixxxxtape here

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Rage

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Kid Cudi just changed his album name to the name bannered above. The release date is shooting for August. Rage happens to be one of my favorite verbs. What are some other great verbs? Capitalize is stern verb, less colourful than makes me think of captivate but powerful, like Sam the Eagle. Diversify has a strong roll when said out loud. Maintain should be said real slowly, especially if you draaaawl yer vowels out real farrrr. Synthesize is flashy. But all that's just some nonsense. Everything sounds particular today. Happy holidays. (Dat New)


Monday, April 19, 2010

MOOOOOOOOONDAY

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Every normal man must be tempted at times to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin slitting throats.
-Henry Louis Mencken

Humanity may split into two sub-species in 100,000 years’ time as predicted by H.G. Wells, an expert has said. Evolutionary theorist Oliver Curry of the London School of Economics expects a genetic upper class and a dim-witted underclass to emerge. (BBC News | Continue)

Who would have thought? Drinking habits are socially transmissible. (Slate | Continue)

Tom Bissell was an acclaimed, prize-winning young writer. Then he started playing the video game Grand Theft Auto. For three years he has been cocaine addicted, sleep deprived and barely able to write a word. Any regrets? Absolutely none. (The Guardian | Continue)

Sunday, April 18, 2010

Long Gone

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      Sunday's a day for all pursuits of academia. Everything's slow enough as it is, or should be if you're making the most of the free time that weekends bless everyone with. Free time for wine and fucking awesome videos, as well as new music. Tame Impala is a band from Australia and they conjure up some of the fuzziest, most psychedelic sounds I've heard in a long time. Like if MGMT said "Fuck art, fuck pretending and being Different On Purpose and fuck all yall tumblring high school gals (but you're so creative!), "actually war painted their faces and dipped way outta Brooklyn into the true wilds of the Australian outback with nothing but peyote, Black Sabbath, and true bare necessities, with the youthful intent of becoming true cosmic psychonauts divinely surrendered to the spell of Blue Cheer, Jimi Hendrix, and the red morning light. Instead, they simply became enlightened and completely aware of the truly hidden realms of the heart & soul that excessive substance intake only hints at but never reveals. They celebrate their sensory graduation by plugging in and tuning out, for our pleasure. True joy can be found anywhere you look if you have the right eyes, but let Tame Impala's liberal doses of fuzz kindly remind you that you shouldn't have psychedelics without psychedelia. The Canyons edit is sinisterly groovy. Summer is the fucking best.
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Thursday, April 15, 2010

Joakim Noah


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No doubt about it, Michael Jordan is a very good basketball player. Is he the first best player in basketball history? That's where the war begins. But this here today ain't about that, because that argument is noise that could go for days, given a perfect combination of fuel, the setting (pool, a poolhouse, the roof), necessary distractions (racquetballs), metaphors, anagrams, maps, charts, graphs, conversational deviancies, and people willing to take an argument to the grave. ( I see you Tam Slles). The question that might yield a more concrete, no holes solid, truer than you, definite Yes answer is the question, "Is Michael Jordan the first best endorser in basketball history?"Yes absolutely, but there's more. Michael Jordan hardly created sportswear or was even the first to endorse it. That would be Converse and their man Chuck Taylor. But what Michael Jordan was the first to do, as well as the best ever at doing it, was represent not just a brand, but an entire sport. MJ didn't simply fit the blueprint of basketball, he inhabited it. That takes an incredible combination of vision, dynamic marketing, and ungodly talent. As good as he his at what he does, that's something not even Tiger Woods can managed to replicate with golf, especially now. 
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This all leads to the second point. In the same way that explains how marketing is related to who a person is, shouldn't On The Court actions be a function of personality? Perhaps not directly related, but bonded, symbiotically in a sense. It certainly helps in explaining how Michael Jordan became basketball. Kobe Bryant will never get there because his game is too industrial or mechanical in feeling, while Jordan's playing invoked a host of emotions that stretched the mind beyond the dopamine rush of dunks and last second shots. Lebron's more on the right track behind Jordan than Kobe is, but she'll never get close enough. He's outgoing and goofy in ways Jordan never was, but his mystique is rooted in physicality. Lebron's stupid stupid stupid athleticism gives the mind a logical answer in questioning his excellence. Jordan was mad sprightly in his running and jumping, but the mystique of his game certainly wasn't compartmentalized by just that. His greatness in playing the game of basketball stretched beyond great, yet simple answers because matters of the soul defy simple understanding. It was emotive, which directly translated into his marketing success.
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Jordan ain't the only one with personality sporting a shoe game in Chicago. The man that has most basketball Joe's in the NBA in regards to madcap foolery is about to launch a shoe line through the french label that carried his father's tennis clothes, Le Coq Sportif. Ladies and gentlemen, Joakim Noah. I was lucky to share a moment with him last summer at Lollapalooza at Perry's Dance Tent. I was rolling , tossing, and tumbling through the nightlights and careened into him, dancing just as hard with four gals hanging off his nuts. Girls aside, great minds think alike and we had a moment. This is song that was playing, not kidding at all. Ask.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Huh?


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What's that tree?

Monday, April 12, 2010

Que Onda

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You know what's pretty fucking awesome? LA hardcore mainstays The Bronx recorded a mariachi album under the name Mariachi El Bronx and its just about as fucking awesome as Zoro. Indeed, punk hearts and tequilla swill to the same beat. 

Absolutely

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    A human being is part of a whole, called by us the Universe, a part limited in time and space. 
He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings, as something separated from the rest a kind of optical delusion of his consciousnessThis delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circles of compassion to embrace all living creatures & the whole of nature in its beauty.
-Albert Einstein

Morning Amthen

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I can't stop listening to this song, especially in the morning. 
Makes you think about if summer's truly full of love, it can hardly be lazy.
Julian Casablancas-11th Dimension

Sunday, April 11, 2010

Jangles







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We tend to think in absolutes. Everything is super fantastic or absolutely awful.  All or nothing. What's funny is that we overestimate the impact of negative events on our life. The Drums play old fashion summer rock that jangles. Ain't a bad listen, but it does take folks from across the pond to make them truly look the part. The nifty part, that is. This guy Hedi Slimane knows what's up, although black and white wouldn't be my personal choice for The Drums but hey it is striking.

Thursday, April 8, 2010

JFK



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...and house music is my girlfriend. i love her so much that when i think about her, i can feel it in my chest and my stomach. a lot of people dont understand her, but its just cause shes on another level. i also hang out a lot with her crazy exchange student friend named techno and other times, ill hang out with her hairdresser friend named electro. they are all really cool girls and they do their thing without caring what anyone else thinks of them. sometimes this slut named rock music rolls up too. she always throws herself at me but shes a little too self-centered and tacky for me to get with her. her friends are all weird too, but i figure its just a faze they’re going through. to be honest, ive slept with rock music a few times, but its not like i was gonna marry her or anything. i was dating this girl named rap off and on since 86, but it got stale recently and we had a falling out. shes still my best friend tho.
i go to her whenever im upset or lose track of my goals. around the same time, i had a huge crush on this girl named dancehall but i dont think she ever took me seriously. when i was younger, i was with this girl named punk for a few years. shes a pretty unreasonable person and i guess we just grew apart. not many relationships started that young actually last forever, ya know? i see her around sometimes and its like i dont even recognize her. she wears more makeup now and she put on a lot of weight. 
the first girl i ever kissed back in elementary school was this girl named blues. 
i was really young, but i guess she became my type….
because every girl since has looked a little bit like her in some way.
-Jesse F. Keeler

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Not a Worry

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Tommy James & The Shondells-Crimson & Clover

Thoughts

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In my head I'm still living and working as if there is no internet, and treat it as a nuisance. The internet is a beautiful tool for many, many things, but it is in direct opposition to the art of music being treated with respect.
-Jack White (NME News| Continue)
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I absolutely agree with Jack White, though an even bigger issue is at stake with evidence proving so being just about everywhere too. The internet has made us smarter, shallower, faster, less attentive, more accelerated, less creative, less visual, and above all, less substantial. But who can resist the temptation for instant global communication and an eternal amount of knowledge? Wouldn't it be a terrible thing if facebook set the precedent for social interaction? What if the heart of a relationship boiled down to 000's and 111's, line after line of programmed code? I believe the internet is good for commerce because it exposes every business, no matter the size, to a globe sized market. But what comes after that? The internet can't replace the truly important things in the world, all the unexplainables of the heart and soul.  If words can't describe or capture the feeling, numbers certainly can't either, sure as fuck. What's criminal is that they want to. 

I'll talk ears off about it, but you can't hear it enough. This man is cool as fuck.

I think the newspaper industry can be salvaged by requiring college students to have subscriptions for class.

Magazine's today are beautiful and aesthetically inspiring, but what's missing is a sense of joy.

Adultery and infantry are opposites. 

Nashville has been loving on B.o.B. for quite a while now and that was before he did anything. Now he's about to release an album for goodness sakes, not even another mixtape, a real deal album. After a summer where Cloud 9 could honestly never not be heard when the sun went down, I thought B.o.B. was sure to pass on like a fashion, doomed to the ranks of every other weird high schooler on myspace, boxing on a bedroom mic and chiefing a gangle of weed after school. But two years later, the smoke cleared and look who it is. B.o.B. has come out of Atlanta ahead of the rest, fresh off Rock The Bells with Wu plus slots on a host of other tours. Best of all, he's still weird as ever. Bo.B. literally has no shame and will throw out any idea that comes to mind, no matter how hokey into a rhyme and it'll be cooler than cool. You can just picture this dude wheeling around some roller rink, thinking up a storm and breaking not a sweat on his bow tie, dandy as fuck. That same energy is the reason why his music can sound so fresh and still cross through so many different worlds at the very same time. He doesn't have to try at all to be as diverse as possible. The piano ballads aren't soft and limp and the anthems rage (Haterz Everywhere). When Ziggy Stardust's spaceship finally landed, he watched Black Dynamite and brought forth the man that is B.o.B nearly twenty years later. Check out the first track off B.o.B Presents the Adventures of Bobby Ray. 

Saturday, April 3, 2010