what are you doing here? im here for the same reason you are. i like you. i like talking to you. you engage and/or complete me in various ways. without you i become ungrounded, angry, and generally sandy. plus who else would i drink with? who else would i admit to beating off to russel crowes jaw line in a freeze frame of a high def copy of gladiator?
well his jaw line was incidental in the frame. there was also... well who i am kidding-
but seriously. i like your rants. so im here. its what im doing here. im here to listen to you as much as you are here to listen to me. if i didnt get face time i would probably kill myself. or you. im here because this is my favorite place to gripe and bask and stroke my ego and my genits and be pitiful and awesome all at once. nothing makes life tasty like a good wound to lick. so what are you doing here?
///roni size - "mad cat" i think this is musically what it feels like to wake into a dream. disorienting, thrilling, tense, and sour.
Clean with alcohol only. Do not attempt to replace blown fuses. Do not remove access panels. Return to certified mechanic for regular maintenance. Made in the USA.
8/16/09
8/12/09
approaches
so i'm learning to approach things from the other side of the counter. i've been in the customer service industry for forever and im so used to being blank and open and receptive when it comes to business transactions that im having a hard time shifting into my managerial retail position. im not used to making declarative statements. im not used to making demands. im not used to asking people when i can expect them in my office. and im not used to trying to provide the best service at the lowest price possible.
that last one is the hardest part. if i cut my profit margins as slim as possible i wont be able to afford to keep the store open and people employed. its just that simple. breaking even on merchandise only covers the cost of merchandise! when its all sold and the register closes for the day what's left to turn the lights on tomorrow, buy my groceries for dinner, pay the window washer, and pay for the internet access and software licenses ill need tomorrow is nothing. nothing is left.
so i need to get used to telling people what something will cost THEM instead of what it will cost ME to make it. Let THEM decide if they like the price before trying to cut out corners (and make things more difficult for myself) to deliver them the same thing except cheaper.
Sure. Thats the kind of thinking that probably fucked GM but it didnt help that GMs customers were fucking idiots who swallowed whatever they shat out. Not so, in my little shop. My customers are sharp and frugal. So I welcome the price bending and look forward to figuring out better ways to do things to keep my work load down, my profits up, and quality high as ever... but if i start off cutting rates ill be out of business before i learn anything. ;P
///dntel - "fear of corners" ironically this song was on when the owner and i had a discussion about how to price an order. unfortunately because i started off cutting so many corners in the labor to produce the shirts the owner advised me that i could not offer a discount on the shirt itself. the price quote doubled. the customers walked out on me (but promised to return... i hope they do!). generally an unsatisfactory resolution. but a learning moment i dont intend to squander. the training continues.
that last one is the hardest part. if i cut my profit margins as slim as possible i wont be able to afford to keep the store open and people employed. its just that simple. breaking even on merchandise only covers the cost of merchandise! when its all sold and the register closes for the day what's left to turn the lights on tomorrow, buy my groceries for dinner, pay the window washer, and pay for the internet access and software licenses ill need tomorrow is nothing. nothing is left.
so i need to get used to telling people what something will cost THEM instead of what it will cost ME to make it. Let THEM decide if they like the price before trying to cut out corners (and make things more difficult for myself) to deliver them the same thing except cheaper.
Sure. Thats the kind of thinking that probably fucked GM but it didnt help that GMs customers were fucking idiots who swallowed whatever they shat out. Not so, in my little shop. My customers are sharp and frugal. So I welcome the price bending and look forward to figuring out better ways to do things to keep my work load down, my profits up, and quality high as ever... but if i start off cutting rates ill be out of business before i learn anything. ;P
///dntel - "fear of corners" ironically this song was on when the owner and i had a discussion about how to price an order. unfortunately because i started off cutting so many corners in the labor to produce the shirts the owner advised me that i could not offer a discount on the shirt itself. the price quote doubled. the customers walked out on me (but promised to return... i hope they do!). generally an unsatisfactory resolution. but a learning moment i dont intend to squander. the training continues.
wheeen was (regular dude things)
when was the last time you>>
listened to the fight club soundtrack
played the first gran turismo
smoked a cigarette more than three days after you quit
watched blade runner
played game cube
looked up the current price of a dreamcast
watched a kungfu movie made before 1990
ate two pieces of bacon and stopped
watched the towelie episode of southpark
saw the intro to futurama before it was on comedy central
played more than three consecutive games of pong
played more than ten consecutive games of any table top sport
debated the merits of 2001 versus apocalypse now
pointed out the retardedness of the majority of heath ledgers career
made pancakes and eggs and cheeseburgers for dinner
had a ghetto memosa(sp)
quoted that sci fi show without worrying about the pair of tits ten feet away
made fun of club rats, popped collars, chick foreheads, and broadzillas
told a dumb chick to shut up
discussed who would win in a fight between (old tv show hero A) versus (old tv show hero B)
played putt putt with someone who took it waay too seriously
imitated ultimate top spin challenge
stayed up to watch the adult swim reruns... all of them... friday, saturday, and sunday
watched food network from noon to three
technically had a sausage fest and honestly didnt care
enjoyed a natty before 3 pm
blasted led zepplin instead of a song featured on "now thats what i call music #'n'"
played ssbm for fun
watched sonny chiba rip someones throat out
enjoyed a GB
///the dust brothers - "homework" get started. due by two a.m. late submissions can be made for zero credit and correction notes only.
listened to the fight club soundtrack
played the first gran turismo
smoked a cigarette more than three days after you quit
watched blade runner
played game cube
looked up the current price of a dreamcast
watched a kungfu movie made before 1990
ate two pieces of bacon and stopped
watched the towelie episode of southpark
saw the intro to futurama before it was on comedy central
played more than three consecutive games of pong
played more than ten consecutive games of any table top sport
debated the merits of 2001 versus apocalypse now
pointed out the retardedness of the majority of heath ledgers career
made pancakes and eggs and cheeseburgers for dinner
had a ghetto memosa(sp)
quoted that sci fi show without worrying about the pair of tits ten feet away
made fun of club rats, popped collars, chick foreheads, and broadzillas
told a dumb chick to shut up
discussed who would win in a fight between (old tv show hero A) versus (old tv show hero B)
played putt putt with someone who took it waay too seriously
imitated ultimate top spin challenge
stayed up to watch the adult swim reruns... all of them... friday, saturday, and sunday
watched food network from noon to three
technically had a sausage fest and honestly didnt care
enjoyed a natty before 3 pm
blasted led zepplin instead of a song featured on "now thats what i call music #'n'"
played ssbm for fun
watched sonny chiba rip someones throat out
enjoyed a GB
///the dust brothers - "homework" get started. due by two a.m. late submissions can be made for zero credit and correction notes only.
8/8/09
biteNuker
30 rock. season 1 season2 season 3. theyre all there. mweh. theyre all there. its a hit and miss show with lots of misses and a couple hits per show.
its not weird or interesting. i guess its typical. its a typical show. about as funny as the simpsons are now... or family guy is now. i dunno. you watch it for the two to four hits. its like playing a mediocre video game with an awesome momentary animation. sure, it does make good points with good story arcs most of the time, but so do a lot of shows. the show is a lot like i would imagine a mixture of the simpsons and seinfeld would be. its like hmmm 30 rock is like if the characters from seinfeld only redeemed themselves once a season instead of at the close of every episode and they lived in a world as bent as springfield except instead of towny jokes there were all city and racial jokes.
it passes the time. much like that mediocre video game that you might plug away at for an hour or two so you can see the two minutes of cgi video or finally push the right sequence of buttons to make the main character to something awesome. sure you wasted 58 minutes or got frustrated mashing buttons till you finally got it right... but when you did get it right it was pretty damn cool.
and thats why i watch 30 rock. not that you were wondering. i will tell you this though. tina fey is the LEAST interesting part of the show. by far. maybe the show needs her for that reason. maybe she needs the show to keep her face on tv. i dont fucking know. shes not funny. shes not even the lisa simpson or marge simpson or elaine. shes just sandy, soggy, perpetually insecure, slightly awful to look at (she always looks like shes about to either vomit or crap her pants or sneeze and her tits are usually trying to fall out) and generally grating. i guess she just reminds me of high school girls. oh well, who the fuck cares. im still going to watch. ill just blur my vision when shes on screen and muffle my ears when she talks.
///kid koala -"bonus materials on the set of fender bender" you know those songs that make you wanna just ride a fixed gear bike in noonday sunlight down a packed dirt main street market square on your way to your favorite pond to skip rocks and watch enormous gold fish swim? well you know one now.
its not weird or interesting. i guess its typical. its a typical show. about as funny as the simpsons are now... or family guy is now. i dunno. you watch it for the two to four hits. its like playing a mediocre video game with an awesome momentary animation. sure, it does make good points with good story arcs most of the time, but so do a lot of shows. the show is a lot like i would imagine a mixture of the simpsons and seinfeld would be. its like hmmm 30 rock is like if the characters from seinfeld only redeemed themselves once a season instead of at the close of every episode and they lived in a world as bent as springfield except instead of towny jokes there were all city and racial jokes.
it passes the time. much like that mediocre video game that you might plug away at for an hour or two so you can see the two minutes of cgi video or finally push the right sequence of buttons to make the main character to something awesome. sure you wasted 58 minutes or got frustrated mashing buttons till you finally got it right... but when you did get it right it was pretty damn cool.
and thats why i watch 30 rock. not that you were wondering. i will tell you this though. tina fey is the LEAST interesting part of the show. by far. maybe the show needs her for that reason. maybe she needs the show to keep her face on tv. i dont fucking know. shes not funny. shes not even the lisa simpson or marge simpson or elaine. shes just sandy, soggy, perpetually insecure, slightly awful to look at (she always looks like shes about to either vomit or crap her pants or sneeze and her tits are usually trying to fall out) and generally grating. i guess she just reminds me of high school girls. oh well, who the fuck cares. im still going to watch. ill just blur my vision when shes on screen and muffle my ears when she talks.
///kid koala -"bonus materials on the set of fender bender" you know those songs that make you wanna just ride a fixed gear bike in noonday sunlight down a packed dirt main street market square on your way to your favorite pond to skip rocks and watch enormous gold fish swim? well you know one now.
8/7/09
hey fuck head
next time you invite guests over, dont block the fucking exit. sure its fun to imagine you have so many friends who like hanging out at your place, but the reality of the situation is most of us dont want to be there but cant leave with your oblivious ass squarely in the way suggesting we try the appetizers and insisting so'n'so that we're good friends with "is totally gonna be here in like ten minutes" .
at least have the decency to leave the back door unlocked. while the grand tour is always nice, dont expect us to fall madly in love with your two room studio. so in love in fact that we actually want to hang around there till 1 am... even though we dont really know you... or like your music... or like the people that do seem to know you... or the fact that you asked everyone to bring beer and the only thing youve provided is a box of fucking ritz crackers and colored napkins and shitty music and no places to sit. dont expect us to hang out till 1am when its not worth it to take the half hour hike to a bar (that'll close in half an hour by the time we get there) and the local trains stop running and the only food we can get is a bag of chips and a pack of smokes from the all night deli... and we're all cranky because the cheap wine has managed to give us all hangovers six hours early and the beer is gone and you didnt even have the sense to buy a pack of cards for entertainment.
no we will not be impressed by the cuteness of your cat and late night reruns of bill cosby while the radio oscilates between nickelback and lil wayne for five fucking hours. how about next time not insisting everyone come to your place for a change?
kthnx.
seriously. whut thu fuck.
at least have the decency to leave the back door unlocked. while the grand tour is always nice, dont expect us to fall madly in love with your two room studio. so in love in fact that we actually want to hang around there till 1 am... even though we dont really know you... or like your music... or like the people that do seem to know you... or the fact that you asked everyone to bring beer and the only thing youve provided is a box of fucking ritz crackers and colored napkins and shitty music and no places to sit. dont expect us to hang out till 1am when its not worth it to take the half hour hike to a bar (that'll close in half an hour by the time we get there) and the local trains stop running and the only food we can get is a bag of chips and a pack of smokes from the all night deli... and we're all cranky because the cheap wine has managed to give us all hangovers six hours early and the beer is gone and you didnt even have the sense to buy a pack of cards for entertainment.
no we will not be impressed by the cuteness of your cat and late night reruns of bill cosby while the radio oscilates between nickelback and lil wayne for five fucking hours. how about next time not insisting everyone come to your place for a change?
kthnx.
seriously. whut thu fuck.
8/5/09
i walk to work. no. NO, youre not listening. 08/05/09
they are turning it into the worst fucking investment ever. you know the thing. that thing that "no one can take away from you." that thing that unlocks the power and magic of learning. that thing that lets you make 35K a year on average. yeah, that thing. fucking education. the worst fucking personal investment ever. no one should be saddled with this personal burden. ever. its a fucking business.
they let you sign yourself up (and hopefully one of your parents too) to recieve a bacterial infection. Since you cant pay your way or get perfect grades and be in every club (probably because you're a normal fucking person with real concerns in life from a less than absolutely supportive and financially endowed family and youre probably in that big square part of the standard distribution of human beings under the age of 25) the rules clearly state that if you receive this infection you can go to college. the infection degrades your health and your prospects and your financial reputation and your bank account for up to 30 years and is removed if you pay the people that gave you the infection the cost of tuition plus an arbitrary amount of additional money so that they dont have to work and can go on vacations to exotic places and pay for their kids to go to college. but if you dont pay them back and pay for their vacations, and their kids to go to college, within 30 years, sometimes as little as 15, then the infection metastasizes and kills your work life, financial, family life, and cuts you off from all sources of material/meaningful help.
actual phone call today. keep in mind i answer at least 4 of these a day. I recieve between 8 and 12 every god damn day. "hi im calling on behalf of ers a collection company for UIC. we're calling about 6k you owe. will you be able to close that out today?"
"no. of course not. if i was able i would have done so months ago."
"well the account has been... is delinquent" (i made the fucking payment to keep it out of collections the business day before... but hey its my "deadbeat" word against their "without fault" system. the account was never delinquent before either hence its newly minted arrival at ers) "and we need to close it out immediatel-"
i interrupt her "look, if i had the money i would give it to you. i just started a new job a couple of weeks ago and making barely enough to pay rent, keep my phone on, and pay out my 600 a month in student loans" (my job pays about 19k before chicago and fed taxes)"i cand do some kind of payment plan."
while we're talking my phone rings again and its AES on the other line. calling about one dollar and eighty fucking cents, i shit you not.
"well sir, how much do you make" exasperation tinges her voice. "im not authorized to do a payment plan until i know that along with your mortgage or rent."
"well i make 19k and my rent is 200 a mo" i live wth my gf. it should be 450 but shes letting it slide for now
"thank you sir" she interupts me
"well wait a minute" i interupt her "hold on a sec. i have 70k in student loan debt. doesnt that matter?"
silence. then "well its not really a part of our equations. we do our calkalations based on housing and income" WHAT THE FUCK. ARE YOU SERIOUS? how fucking caniving is that? well next time ill just lump the 6 to 7 hundred a month i pay out to student debt in with my rent.
"based on what i calkalated can you make a 234 dollar good faith payment today?"
"no, if i could do that i would have just paid UIC directly and avoided all this mess."
"can you make a 100 dollar payment?"
"i dont know. maybe."
"okay i need your routing number and check number" WHAT!
"no, i said maybe. i need to do some calculating too and find out what i can afford to pay. i dont have any debt information in front of me because im at work right now"
"do you have your check book?"
"no im at work. im standing at the front counter right now, at my job, so i can make money to pay you people."
"well can you go and get it on your lunch break?"
"no, i walk to work. i cant get home and back here on my lunch break."
"well cant you just give me the routing number?"
what the fuck. listen to the words coming out of my fucking mouth!!!
"no, im at work. i dont have a car. if i could afford a car i could afford to pay you people."
pohone rings again. guess who? its ers. on another line. in another office. calling about the same fucking thing. literally to the T. i switch and then switch back to cynthia.
"i am car less. i have a hard enough time just keeping my phone on just so i can get calls from you people six times a day. i walk to work. i dont have my checkbook because when i left i planned on going to work. not to the bank. its what i do on week days."
"well can you call me tonight then so we can discuss this matter?"
"there isnt much else to discuss unless you're coming up with smaller monthly payments. i need to go home and review some information and my finances and ill get back to you as soon as i can and hopefully itll be with good news."
literally twenty minutes later phone rings again. ERS. about the same thing. i tell the new lady i just talked to cynthia. must be a fake name because she had no fucking clue who that was. i tell her everything i told the first lady. she tries to play the "oh i know youre struggling but i just want to help you. do you have a routing number today? well call me back tomorrow at 9am." which turned right before she hung up to "ill call you tomorrow at 9am." which i promptly corrected
"dont call me. ill call you with information."
but she tries to play the "i identify with your position and want to do whats best for you and my company and get this resolved as quickly (left out satisfactorially) as possible" but i wasnt buying it. they always do that. see the thing is... that person on the other end doesnt fucking identify with you. they dont know what it feels like to get these calls year after fucking YEAR after FUCKING YEAR. they have no fucking clue. and thats why i want to strangle them. i want to put their eyes in meat grinders. i want to beat their children till their skin comes off in wet sheets. i want to pull their teeth out one mm at a time, suck the ripped nerve ending out of it and spit it into their empty eye sockets. they have no idea what its like to not sleep... to grind your teeth... to jump everytime your fucking phone rings.... to miss job opportunities because you didnt recognize the incoming calls number... agonize over spending 99 cents on a fucking piece of candy because it might make or break you that month.
its a fucking industry. and every day this goes on. it makes me wish more and more. that i hadnt aspired to anything more than dropping out of highschool and learning how to fucking dig ditches, flip burgers, and never look past the end of my own dick. fuck education. thats how the lending situation as it stands today makes me feel. its gonna take decades before i can even dream about telling my future kids differently. let alone anyone else who asks me for advice. the wonderful usa is pay to play. and you better be fucking prepared to pay or your fucked. they might not smash off the back of your head with a hammer and fuck your gray matter today... but theyll get you. they got nothing but time.
///nine inch nails - right where it belongs (year zero): yeah i get that feeling sometimes trent. your a poet and a scholar, but mostly you're just honest.
they let you sign yourself up (and hopefully one of your parents too) to recieve a bacterial infection. Since you cant pay your way or get perfect grades and be in every club (probably because you're a normal fucking person with real concerns in life from a less than absolutely supportive and financially endowed family and youre probably in that big square part of the standard distribution of human beings under the age of 25) the rules clearly state that if you receive this infection you can go to college. the infection degrades your health and your prospects and your financial reputation and your bank account for up to 30 years and is removed if you pay the people that gave you the infection the cost of tuition plus an arbitrary amount of additional money so that they dont have to work and can go on vacations to exotic places and pay for their kids to go to college. but if you dont pay them back and pay for their vacations, and their kids to go to college, within 30 years, sometimes as little as 15, then the infection metastasizes and kills your work life, financial, family life, and cuts you off from all sources of material/meaningful help.
actual phone call today. keep in mind i answer at least 4 of these a day. I recieve between 8 and 12 every god damn day. "hi im calling on behalf of ers a collection company for UIC. we're calling about 6k you owe. will you be able to close that out today?"
"no. of course not. if i was able i would have done so months ago."
"well the account has been... is delinquent" (i made the fucking payment to keep it out of collections the business day before... but hey its my "deadbeat" word against their "without fault" system. the account was never delinquent before either hence its newly minted arrival at ers) "and we need to close it out immediatel-"
i interrupt her "look, if i had the money i would give it to you. i just started a new job a couple of weeks ago and making barely enough to pay rent, keep my phone on, and pay out my 600 a month in student loans" (my job pays about 19k before chicago and fed taxes)"i cand do some kind of payment plan."
while we're talking my phone rings again and its AES on the other line. calling about one dollar and eighty fucking cents, i shit you not.
"well sir, how much do you make" exasperation tinges her voice. "im not authorized to do a payment plan until i know that along with your mortgage or rent."
"well i make 19k and my rent is 200 a mo" i live wth my gf. it should be 450 but shes letting it slide for now
"thank you sir" she interupts me
"well wait a minute" i interupt her "hold on a sec. i have 70k in student loan debt. doesnt that matter?"
silence. then "well its not really a part of our equations. we do our calkalations based on housing and income" WHAT THE FUCK. ARE YOU SERIOUS? how fucking caniving is that? well next time ill just lump the 6 to 7 hundred a month i pay out to student debt in with my rent.
"based on what i calkalated can you make a 234 dollar good faith payment today?"
"no, if i could do that i would have just paid UIC directly and avoided all this mess."
"can you make a 100 dollar payment?"
"i dont know. maybe."
"okay i need your routing number and check number" WHAT!
"no, i said maybe. i need to do some calculating too and find out what i can afford to pay. i dont have any debt information in front of me because im at work right now"
"do you have your check book?"
"no im at work. im standing at the front counter right now, at my job, so i can make money to pay you people."
"well can you go and get it on your lunch break?"
"no, i walk to work. i cant get home and back here on my lunch break."
"well cant you just give me the routing number?"
what the fuck. listen to the words coming out of my fucking mouth!!!
"no, im at work. i dont have a car. if i could afford a car i could afford to pay you people."
pohone rings again. guess who? its ers. on another line. in another office. calling about the same fucking thing. literally to the T. i switch and then switch back to cynthia.
"i am car less. i have a hard enough time just keeping my phone on just so i can get calls from you people six times a day. i walk to work. i dont have my checkbook because when i left i planned on going to work. not to the bank. its what i do on week days."
"well can you call me tonight then so we can discuss this matter?"
"there isnt much else to discuss unless you're coming up with smaller monthly payments. i need to go home and review some information and my finances and ill get back to you as soon as i can and hopefully itll be with good news."
literally twenty minutes later phone rings again. ERS. about the same thing. i tell the new lady i just talked to cynthia. must be a fake name because she had no fucking clue who that was. i tell her everything i told the first lady. she tries to play the "oh i know youre struggling but i just want to help you. do you have a routing number today? well call me back tomorrow at 9am." which turned right before she hung up to "ill call you tomorrow at 9am." which i promptly corrected
"dont call me. ill call you with information."
but she tries to play the "i identify with your position and want to do whats best for you and my company and get this resolved as quickly (left out satisfactorially) as possible" but i wasnt buying it. they always do that. see the thing is... that person on the other end doesnt fucking identify with you. they dont know what it feels like to get these calls year after fucking YEAR after FUCKING YEAR. they have no fucking clue. and thats why i want to strangle them. i want to put their eyes in meat grinders. i want to beat their children till their skin comes off in wet sheets. i want to pull their teeth out one mm at a time, suck the ripped nerve ending out of it and spit it into their empty eye sockets. they have no idea what its like to not sleep... to grind your teeth... to jump everytime your fucking phone rings.... to miss job opportunities because you didnt recognize the incoming calls number... agonize over spending 99 cents on a fucking piece of candy because it might make or break you that month.
its a fucking industry. and every day this goes on. it makes me wish more and more. that i hadnt aspired to anything more than dropping out of highschool and learning how to fucking dig ditches, flip burgers, and never look past the end of my own dick. fuck education. thats how the lending situation as it stands today makes me feel. its gonna take decades before i can even dream about telling my future kids differently. let alone anyone else who asks me for advice. the wonderful usa is pay to play. and you better be fucking prepared to pay or your fucked. they might not smash off the back of your head with a hammer and fuck your gray matter today... but theyll get you. they got nothing but time.
///nine inch nails - right where it belongs (year zero): yeah i get that feeling sometimes trent. your a poet and a scholar, but mostly you're just honest.
7/25/09
fuck the news
Subject : fuck the news
Posted Date: : Jul 25, 2009 2:42 PM
the news sucks. ihate watching it. i hate all the networks. i hate all the spins. i hate that i rarely ever get to hear about anything even remotely important. and i hate that its now more or less a source of entertainment, product placement, and spectacle more than it is a source of information, reliable or not. its something to tell you how to think and feel. and it does it with arguments and commentary that wouldnt stand up in a highschool logic and proofs class if people even went that far in high school, let alone college.
watching the news is like a recieving a daily reminder about just how fucking dumb the majority of americans are. which kind of reminds me of something i thought about near the end of a drug policy class. the conclusion was that the war on drugs was an unsustainable war that is not even close to fighting the real source of the drug problem, if you can even call it that. america is a country of wars. we need wars to dominate everyone else and to flex our will on them, but the only sustainable war, in a country that has thrived on war decade after decade, the only war worth fighting that will take care of so many problems that lead to desert storm part 2 in the first place, the only war to potentially end all wars is a war fought against ignorance.
if people werent so god damn stupid and complacent and fucking misguided there wouldnt be unions, we wouldnt need them, classism would fucking die out because it had to, legislation would be reasonable, people would care about public policy, american cars wouldnt suck dicks and would be worth more than the CHILTON manuals printed about them, fossil fuels wouldnt be a crisis, renewalable energy would be a lot more than a pipe dream, the banks wouldnt have gotten so far gone, gore would have been elected, bush wouldnt have been elected twice, a bill wouldnt have passed making it okay to bring guns into bars, all university would be free, homes wouldnt be built ten feet away from hurricane swells, infrastructure would be stable and able to grow, wal mart would be gone, america wouldnt be an exclusionist state, global warming would be under control, 1 percent of the people wouldnt have 50 percent of the wealth, healthcare would be available for everyone, cigarettes would go away, stupid drug laws would never happen, you'd have to be older than 16 to drive, and younger than 21 to drink, politics wouldnt be nebulous, school would teach you how to learn and grow, prison would reform instead of being a self serving industry, campaigning wouldnt mean pandering, the best man would usually win, the f22 would be out of production years ago, we wouldnt be in a consumer/debt driven society, outsourcing would be non-existant, religion wouldnt be law, the free market would be a myth, job security would be real, a life of excess would be considered abhorrent instead of the ultimate goal to work toward, celebrity would shrivel up and die like the wretched pox on humanity it is, tv would be worth watching, homelessness would be a choice, joining the military wouldnt be the only way out of a dead end life, people would be upwardly mobile, stories of courage would be exclusive of any tv or film personality or lifestyle choice, rags to riches stories would never be told, athletes would not command more money than the president, and corn wouldnt be fucking subsidized.
but the news reminds us every day that america is a pretty fucking ignorant place populated and run by sheep with expense accounts and a desire to someday own an escalade and a helicopter and a house so big the electric bill alone would swallow a low class persons monthly paycheck whole with a pool big enough to provide enough water for a small town to drink and a lawn as green as the sky is blue all located in the middle of the fucking driest climate possible with a gate hardy enough and security force reckless enough to keep out the god damn huns and lurking have nots. cuz what is stupidity and excess without that wonderfully american "they said it couldnt be done so i did it" spirit.
fuck the news. i dont need to be reminded.
///lily allen - ldn: because sometimes things get so rediculously sour that all you can really do is smile about it. the scale of disdain only extends so far. and sometimes things are so black they can only be described in shades of white.
Posted Date: : Jul 25, 2009 2:42 PM
the news sucks. ihate watching it. i hate all the networks. i hate all the spins. i hate that i rarely ever get to hear about anything even remotely important. and i hate that its now more or less a source of entertainment, product placement, and spectacle more than it is a source of information, reliable or not. its something to tell you how to think and feel. and it does it with arguments and commentary that wouldnt stand up in a highschool logic and proofs class if people even went that far in high school, let alone college.
watching the news is like a recieving a daily reminder about just how fucking dumb the majority of americans are. which kind of reminds me of something i thought about near the end of a drug policy class. the conclusion was that the war on drugs was an unsustainable war that is not even close to fighting the real source of the drug problem, if you can even call it that. america is a country of wars. we need wars to dominate everyone else and to flex our will on them, but the only sustainable war, in a country that has thrived on war decade after decade, the only war worth fighting that will take care of so many problems that lead to desert storm part 2 in the first place, the only war to potentially end all wars is a war fought against ignorance.
if people werent so god damn stupid and complacent and fucking misguided there wouldnt be unions, we wouldnt need them, classism would fucking die out because it had to, legislation would be reasonable, people would care about public policy, american cars wouldnt suck dicks and would be worth more than the CHILTON manuals printed about them, fossil fuels wouldnt be a crisis, renewalable energy would be a lot more than a pipe dream, the banks wouldnt have gotten so far gone, gore would have been elected, bush wouldnt have been elected twice, a bill wouldnt have passed making it okay to bring guns into bars, all university would be free, homes wouldnt be built ten feet away from hurricane swells, infrastructure would be stable and able to grow, wal mart would be gone, america wouldnt be an exclusionist state, global warming would be under control, 1 percent of the people wouldnt have 50 percent of the wealth, healthcare would be available for everyone, cigarettes would go away, stupid drug laws would never happen, you'd have to be older than 16 to drive, and younger than 21 to drink, politics wouldnt be nebulous, school would teach you how to learn and grow, prison would reform instead of being a self serving industry, campaigning wouldnt mean pandering, the best man would usually win, the f22 would be out of production years ago, we wouldnt be in a consumer/debt driven society, outsourcing would be non-existant, religion wouldnt be law, the free market would be a myth, job security would be real, a life of excess would be considered abhorrent instead of the ultimate goal to work toward, celebrity would shrivel up and die like the wretched pox on humanity it is, tv would be worth watching, homelessness would be a choice, joining the military wouldnt be the only way out of a dead end life, people would be upwardly mobile, stories of courage would be exclusive of any tv or film personality or lifestyle choice, rags to riches stories would never be told, athletes would not command more money than the president, and corn wouldnt be fucking subsidized.
but the news reminds us every day that america is a pretty fucking ignorant place populated and run by sheep with expense accounts and a desire to someday own an escalade and a helicopter and a house so big the electric bill alone would swallow a low class persons monthly paycheck whole with a pool big enough to provide enough water for a small town to drink and a lawn as green as the sky is blue all located in the middle of the fucking driest climate possible with a gate hardy enough and security force reckless enough to keep out the god damn huns and lurking have nots. cuz what is stupidity and excess without that wonderfully american "they said it couldnt be done so i did it" spirit.
fuck the news. i dont need to be reminded.
///lily allen - ldn: because sometimes things get so rediculously sour that all you can really do is smile about it. the scale of disdain only extends so far. and sometimes things are so black they can only be described in shades of white.
7/12/09
Track List 11 months... 12 days... 12 hours... 31 minutes... 16 seconds 07/12/09
Subject : Track List 11 months... 12 days... 12 hours... 31 minutes... 16 seconds
Posted Date: : Jul 12, 2009 8:21 AM
remember that track list i didnt make last year. i do. ive missed you. so here it is. what better time than right before the sun bakes us back into clay.
hooligan - hear me now
sarah mclachlan - black [william orbit mix]
method man - tical
dj acucrack - asphalt heart sounds
four tet - aphex twin untitled [remix]
amorphous androgynous - marylebone road
four tet - glue of the world
amorphous androgynous - goodbye sky
orb - s.a.l.t.
four tet - unspoken
orb - passing of time
talvin singh - ok
aesop rock - fun for the whole family
orbital - way out
five deez - when the silence is gone
dj acucrack - slowly regaining consciousness
dj acucrack - thalidomide
dj acucrack - wickerman
radiohead - kid a
radiohead - the national anthem
justice - the party
el-p - poisenville kids no wins/reprise
orbital - adnan's
dj acucrack - wickerman
yoko kanno - go DA DA
Ghost In The Shell 2 Innocence - in a new world gods will descend
yeah yeah yeahs - y control
yeah yeah yeah - modern romance
fsol - through your gills i breathe
will johnstone - black spot
orbital - waving not drowning
dntel - dumb luck
dntel - roll on
cleveland lounge - drowning (joshua ryan mix)
frankie valli & the four seasons - beggin' (pilooski 12 inch)
electric skychurch - deus
gus gus - barry
koushik - none in mind
four tet - my angel rocks back and forth
lush - undertow
el-p - dear sirs
kings of leon - closer
devotchka - how it ends
beck - jackass
four tet - slowjam
four tet - [skttrbrain remix]
thom yorke - analyse
aim - fall break
alive & d.d. klein - alive
unkle - rabbit in your headlights
camu tao - plot for a little
aphex twin - xtal
amont tobin ft mc decimal - verbal
kmfdm - down and out
team sleep - ataraxia
evol intent - 530 pm
ashtar command - into dust
collective efforts - growth part 2
portishead - humming
junkie xl - saturday teenage kick
nightmares on wax - the sweetest
school of seven bells - chain
diplo - summer's gonna hurt you
junkie xl - mad pursuit
yeah yeah yeahs - modern romance
el-p - tuned mass damper
mathew herbert - the audience
el-p - tasmanian pain coaster
way out west - the fall
grizzly bear - easier
the cardigans - iron man
orbital - one perfect sunrise
the chemical brothers - chico's groove
kmfdm - anarchy
the notwist - one step inside doesnt mean you understand
rjd2 - true confessions
the black angels - young men dead
juno reactor - pistolero
the chemical brothers - one too many mornings
steve miller - swing town
method man - method man
martina topley-bird - lying
unkle - battle [remix]
luke slater - stars and heroes
led zepplin - when the levee breaks
rjd2 - the horror
psyche origami - dead right
death in vegas - girls [scorpio rising reprise]
the clash - straight to hell
the chemical brothers - pioneer skies
death in vegas - hands around my throat [adult mix]
mylo - drop the pressure
todd terry - let it ride
god lives under water - from your mouth
prodigy - diesel power
psyche origami - the standard
orange range - ambienta
school of seven bells - face to face on high places
the beta band - pure for
tom vek - nothing but green lights
tricky - ponderosa
not necessarily to be consumed in that order. ive been busy... how about you? well i cant really blame you. i finished school... finally... more about that later... in fact.... more about everything later
///bjork - undo when im flat on my face in a gutter, drowning in two inches of rain washed filth at 3am, few things pull me back to reality like the power of her vocal range. there will never be another voice as muscular and serpentine and graceful
Posted Date: : Jul 12, 2009 8:21 AM
remember that track list i didnt make last year. i do. ive missed you. so here it is. what better time than right before the sun bakes us back into clay.
hooligan - hear me now
sarah mclachlan - black [william orbit mix]
method man - tical
dj acucrack - asphalt heart sounds
four tet - aphex twin untitled [remix]
amorphous androgynous - marylebone road
four tet - glue of the world
amorphous androgynous - goodbye sky
orb - s.a.l.t.
four tet - unspoken
orb - passing of time
talvin singh - ok
aesop rock - fun for the whole family
orbital - way out
five deez - when the silence is gone
dj acucrack - slowly regaining consciousness
dj acucrack - thalidomide
dj acucrack - wickerman
radiohead - kid a
radiohead - the national anthem
justice - the party
el-p - poisenville kids no wins/reprise
orbital - adnan's
dj acucrack - wickerman
yoko kanno - go DA DA
Ghost In The Shell 2 Innocence - in a new world gods will descend
yeah yeah yeahs - y control
yeah yeah yeah - modern romance
fsol - through your gills i breathe
will johnstone - black spot
orbital - waving not drowning
dntel - dumb luck
dntel - roll on
cleveland lounge - drowning (joshua ryan mix)
frankie valli & the four seasons - beggin' (pilooski 12 inch)
electric skychurch - deus
gus gus - barry
koushik - none in mind
four tet - my angel rocks back and forth
lush - undertow
el-p - dear sirs
kings of leon - closer
devotchka - how it ends
beck - jackass
four tet - slowjam
four tet - [skttrbrain remix]
thom yorke - analyse
aim - fall break
alive & d.d. klein - alive
unkle - rabbit in your headlights
camu tao - plot for a little
aphex twin - xtal
amont tobin ft mc decimal - verbal
kmfdm - down and out
team sleep - ataraxia
evol intent - 530 pm
ashtar command - into dust
collective efforts - growth part 2
portishead - humming
junkie xl - saturday teenage kick
nightmares on wax - the sweetest
school of seven bells - chain
diplo - summer's gonna hurt you
junkie xl - mad pursuit
yeah yeah yeahs - modern romance
el-p - tuned mass damper
mathew herbert - the audience
el-p - tasmanian pain coaster
way out west - the fall
grizzly bear - easier
the cardigans - iron man
orbital - one perfect sunrise
the chemical brothers - chico's groove
kmfdm - anarchy
the notwist - one step inside doesnt mean you understand
rjd2 - true confessions
the black angels - young men dead
juno reactor - pistolero
the chemical brothers - one too many mornings
steve miller - swing town
method man - method man
martina topley-bird - lying
unkle - battle [remix]
luke slater - stars and heroes
led zepplin - when the levee breaks
rjd2 - the horror
psyche origami - dead right
death in vegas - girls [scorpio rising reprise]
the clash - straight to hell
the chemical brothers - pioneer skies
death in vegas - hands around my throat [adult mix]
mylo - drop the pressure
todd terry - let it ride
god lives under water - from your mouth
prodigy - diesel power
psyche origami - the standard
orange range - ambienta
school of seven bells - face to face on high places
the beta band - pure for
tom vek - nothing but green lights
tricky - ponderosa
not necessarily to be consumed in that order. ive been busy... how about you? well i cant really blame you. i finished school... finally... more about that later... in fact.... more about everything later
///bjork - undo when im flat on my face in a gutter, drowning in two inches of rain washed filth at 3am, few things pull me back to reality like the power of her vocal range. there will never be another voice as muscular and serpentine and graceful
8/21/08
the big 101 (p2)
Subject : the big 101 part 2
Posted Date: : Aug 21, 2008 9:00 AM
achievements... teh greatest hits of all time, so check it...
cut down part of a forty foot tall tree.
drank a thirty pack in one night.
drank a forty in less than ten minutes.
crowned take down champ on high school wrestling team, once.
wrote a seven page paper in two hours, got an A.
got a perfect score on final paper in highschool.
smoked half a pack in three hours.
beat off 9 times in one day.
slept for 22 hours.
dead lifted 315 pounds.
got published 4 times.
won 3rd place in mlk writing contest with poem about dr. king being racist.
had a love story published.
stayed awake for more than fifty hours.
finished a three hundred cig tub of tobacco.
wrote more than 220 poems.
almost finished a 400 page story.
beat super mario 2 in one sitting.
ate an entire can of spam in less than five minutes.
ran a mile in five minutes twenty one seconds.
did 75 push ups at once.
doggy paddled the length of a pool once.
accumulated over 100 gigs of porn.
read the bible cover to cover.
drew a 12 issue run of a 20 page original comic book.
jumped through the cieling twice.
sigh what else...
you know what, these achievements suck. just listing them makes me wanna say, well what the hell have you done that actually mattered? and the answer for now i guess is nothing. thats depressing. this was supposed to be a super happy time... but i guess ive just been down pretty much 24/7 for the past five days. its difficult to find meaning in the daily commercial inundated crap fest. its like trying to walk around in a shit storm with a clean cup of tea. every sip gets worse than last.
then again maybe im just being too hard on everyone and everything. maybe these are pretty awesome things... at least in the right context. the right context can make anything awesome. kind of.
whatever
phat ass track list coming, eventually.
do a shot for me. make it a double.
Posted Date: : Aug 21, 2008 9:00 AM
achievements... teh greatest hits of all time, so check it...
cut down part of a forty foot tall tree.
drank a thirty pack in one night.
drank a forty in less than ten minutes.
crowned take down champ on high school wrestling team, once.
wrote a seven page paper in two hours, got an A.
got a perfect score on final paper in highschool.
smoked half a pack in three hours.
beat off 9 times in one day.
slept for 22 hours.
dead lifted 315 pounds.
got published 4 times.
won 3rd place in mlk writing contest with poem about dr. king being racist.
had a love story published.
stayed awake for more than fifty hours.
finished a three hundred cig tub of tobacco.
wrote more than 220 poems.
almost finished a 400 page story.
beat super mario 2 in one sitting.
ate an entire can of spam in less than five minutes.
ran a mile in five minutes twenty one seconds.
did 75 push ups at once.
doggy paddled the length of a pool once.
accumulated over 100 gigs of porn.
read the bible cover to cover.
drew a 12 issue run of a 20 page original comic book.
jumped through the cieling twice.
sigh what else...
you know what, these achievements suck. just listing them makes me wanna say, well what the hell have you done that actually mattered? and the answer for now i guess is nothing. thats depressing. this was supposed to be a super happy time... but i guess ive just been down pretty much 24/7 for the past five days. its difficult to find meaning in the daily commercial inundated crap fest. its like trying to walk around in a shit storm with a clean cup of tea. every sip gets worse than last.
then again maybe im just being too hard on everyone and everything. maybe these are pretty awesome things... at least in the right context. the right context can make anything awesome. kind of.
whatever
phat ass track list coming, eventually.
do a shot for me. make it a double.
7/30/08
six chords 07/30/08
Subject : The Six Chords I Strummed While We Lived
Posted Date: : Jul 30, 2008 6:31 AM
You, a monolith of Grecian manliness, tuned by an athletic ear both formidable in its endowments & remorseless in its tasks, whose shadow could no longer accommodate my pluck & pithiness.
Anticlimaxes flow like sex in a tub brimming with insecurity. That was the last thought in my mind as we fought, you, bare to the hips, & me, just bare as I conjoined our skulls in a final pathetic head butt.
"Pounds of force, how many?" Drunken calculus flew between us, under-armored bombers, spotlighted, on night raids over Berlin as we closed our eyes & leapt, scalps punching dual holes in the drywall ceiling.
What was I to do with a red box of 2200 bright orange Cheez-Its? I don't know. Who could with half a 30 rack under their belt? Going out your 2nd story window with them, just to spite you, was not my best idea.
I watched you fuck her; granted we all wanted a piece of Chang that year. I never waxed prolific as I did that night, but the problem with having a Crayola heart is that the best colors tend to run out first.
"Quick! Eat all the tangerines before they open the door!" Wednesdays were the best; do you remember those as clearly as I do? Clear as Sunday's sun breaching Saturday's tented & rain washed scrap metal?
///Vangelis - "Song of White" timeless vangelis at his usual best. thin synth and a drum line that is minimal in its composure, but collected in its execution make this a very tight track with little room for wild variation. there's more to life than drinking the entire liquor cabinet.
Posted Date: : Jul 30, 2008 6:31 AM
You, a monolith of Grecian manliness, tuned by an athletic ear both formidable in its endowments & remorseless in its tasks, whose shadow could no longer accommodate my pluck & pithiness.
Anticlimaxes flow like sex in a tub brimming with insecurity. That was the last thought in my mind as we fought, you, bare to the hips, & me, just bare as I conjoined our skulls in a final pathetic head butt.
"Pounds of force, how many?" Drunken calculus flew between us, under-armored bombers, spotlighted, on night raids over Berlin as we closed our eyes & leapt, scalps punching dual holes in the drywall ceiling.
What was I to do with a red box of 2200 bright orange Cheez-Its? I don't know. Who could with half a 30 rack under their belt? Going out your 2nd story window with them, just to spite you, was not my best idea.
I watched you fuck her; granted we all wanted a piece of Chang that year. I never waxed prolific as I did that night, but the problem with having a Crayola heart is that the best colors tend to run out first.
"Quick! Eat all the tangerines before they open the door!" Wednesdays were the best; do you remember those as clearly as I do? Clear as Sunday's sun breaching Saturday's tented & rain washed scrap metal?
///Vangelis - "Song of White" timeless vangelis at his usual best. thin synth and a drum line that is minimal in its composure, but collected in its execution make this a very tight track with little room for wild variation. there's more to life than drinking the entire liquor cabinet.
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