I don’t mean to get all philosophical, but I think there are some sayings that are just created to help people live. I’m talking about phrases that make you think, wow… that’s deep, that really makes sense… like it’s not the end result that matters, it’s how you get there. I’m not saying this isn’t true, but I am saying it helps people get through their lives. I was just watching a movie called Donnie Brasco. In this movie, there are two main characters, portrayed by Johnny Depp and Al Pacino. Al Pacino is filmed in a way such that he seems like a good guy, but in reality (moviality, in the movie), he is a mobster. In the end of the movie (it is up to interpretation, so I’m not actually giving anything away) something bad happens to him, but since we’ve watched the entire movie learning to love Al Pacino, we are forced to come up with a reason something bad happens. I think that a lot of sayings were created because of this.
The terms I think, I believe, and in my opinion, are completely unnecessary. If you’re saying it, it’s implied that you think it. There is no need to say the obvious. You wouldn’t say pass me the orange carrots or I’d like some alcoholic rum, so why would you say I think that sharks are the best animals (sharks are pretty great though). It would be one thing to say, it’s a scientifically proven fact that sharks are the best animals, but otherwise, it’s just an opinion. The only time that you need to specify is when it isn’t your opinion. That said, I won’t stop using these terms.
Friday, April 9, 2010
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
People Cards and Being Thoughtless
While I was talking to my friend Peter, I got this idea. I think it would be cool if people had stats, like on baseball cards, or like the sims. Nothing revealing or embarrassing like how many sexual partners somebody has had, but interesting stuff like vocabulary, spelling, and memory. So everybody would have their own life cards and you could hand them out. Or right before you get married, you play a game to see how well you know your fiancée or something like that. Nothing creepy, just little interesting facts.
It’s amazing, I never realized how much classes helped me think until I stopped attending them. I don’t mean they help me think about class, but when I get bored, I begin to think random thoughts. Many of the things that I have written for you to read are a result of my mind wandering and coming up with thoughts. Now that classes are over, I feel like I think a lot less. It’s a little depressing. Also, now that I've gotten a couple people that I hang out with a lot, I've stopped writing down my thoughts and just started expelling them to the people around me which results in me writing much much much less. I'll try and turn that around.
It’s amazing, I never realized how much classes helped me think until I stopped attending them. I don’t mean they help me think about class, but when I get bored, I begin to think random thoughts. Many of the things that I have written for you to read are a result of my mind wandering and coming up with thoughts. Now that classes are over, I feel like I think a lot less. It’s a little depressing. Also, now that I've gotten a couple people that I hang out with a lot, I've stopped writing down my thoughts and just started expelling them to the people around me which results in me writing much much much less. I'll try and turn that around.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Montana Review
I knew it was only a matter of time before my cousin asked me to review music, specifically a song, seeing as music is such a big part of his life. However, music is not a grand part of my life. In fact, I only started to get any use of my iPod for music since the end of January, which made me think that I should start to learn music very quickly. I started to think about how to listen to a song and what to do to appreciate a song for everything that it is, even if you don’t enjoy the music. The only real conclusion I came to was this: you need to listen to a song at least twice to fully understand it, if not three times. The first time you can brief over the song to figure out what to listen for next time you hear it. Then listen to it again and listen to the lyrics and understand the words and what they mean. Then listen to it one final time and listen to the music and the lyrics together and see how everything meshes together. If there are no lyrics, you need to listen to it the second and third time to understand the music because there is a lot going on with the music. Listen closely. With that in mind I sat down and prepared to listen to the song Montana by Frank Zappa and The Mothers.
I actually listened to this particular song four times in a row to better understand it. The first thing I heard was brass instruments blaring out into the world. It made me think of the beginning of spring, how the whole world is waking up from it slumber, or the announcing of a king, coming out to talk to his people. Then you hear a deep soothing voice talking to you. If you make a song, it is a very bold statement to speak your lyrics. Songs are a place for words to be sung. Anybody can talk with music behind them, so the music being played has to compensate for the lack of creativity of the words. The music has to match up with the words and embellish them and create a magical sense of its own all at the same time. It’s very difficult to pull off well, but this song does it. As I was listening, I tried to listen to the music behind the words, to block the words out and just listen to the music, but I couldn’t. The way it’s put together, I kept slipping of the music onto the words. It was all so smooth and it fit together so well, I couldn’t hear anything but everything. It was sort of like sledding, you have to fight so hard to go up the hill when it’s so much easier to go down, except in the song, I didn’t have to keep going back uphill. Then as quickly as it started, it was over. Despite the fact that it was a six and a half minute song, it seemed less.
I listened again. The second time through, I noticed all the same things, and then a few more. I realized that part of the reason I was forced to pay attention to the lyrics was the dynamics. They do a great job with dynamics. As soon as lyrics come in the song, everything else quiets down and the spotlight is on the words being spoken. The words themselves are strange though. From what I understand, it is a song about a man moving to Montana to raise dental floss to sell to the people in big cities. I won’t read into it any more than that because I’m terrible at English and I think the whole second meaning thing is b.s. but you can take of this what you will. Then the song progresses and it’s a little of a cat and mouse game with the music and the lyrics. It reminds me of the game red light green light, one starts, then stops and the other starts, but at the same time the transitions between the two are seamless, and I figured out why. They use their voices as instruments right at the borders and begin to sing at times, but other times just make noises. It works perfectly. Then when we get to the music, there’s a killer guitar solo, but I don’t feel qualified to pass judgment on what I thought was a work of art. When it’s all put together, I would say this song would be great for, but is not limited to, a pothead who just wanted to chill out, listen to music, and watch TV or play some videogames quietly, most likely in a small group (four people tops, ideally two or three) or by themselves.
Like I said earlier, I’m not much of a music buff, so I didn’t remember ever hearing music by Frank Zappa, much less the song Montana, so I tried to prepare to evaluate music. Little did I know how well my cousin thought this out. I began to listen and realized very quickly that I had heard this song before. At first, I thought I had heard it at a party my parents had at our house in Wilmette, but a little farther on, a thought struck me. This song brought me back to the summer nights in my cottage with my family. When I was about ten, I remember (faintly, my memory is selectively good) nights when my parents and aunts and uncle would just party, drink, play music, and dance by the fire. I could be found doing any number of things, but I would be somewhere with some member of my family (brother, sister, mom, dad, cousin, aunt, uncle, or any combination of them) having fun without a care in the world. This song really brings back memories of my cottage, the most carefree place I know. And this isn’t the typical cottage; it isn’t some rich boy’s fancy lake house, it’s a cabin in the woods barely big enough to fit everybody made up of bedrooms, bathrooms and one big living space. It’s a place to retreat to if the world is bringing you down. It’s a place to be free. Of course there is always work to be done while you’re there, but that’s part of the fun. This song reminds me of those nights, when I would hear Celebration, One Headlight, and Montana and know that it was just a time to relax, eat s’mores, and have fun.
I actually listened to this particular song four times in a row to better understand it. The first thing I heard was brass instruments blaring out into the world. It made me think of the beginning of spring, how the whole world is waking up from it slumber, or the announcing of a king, coming out to talk to his people. Then you hear a deep soothing voice talking to you. If you make a song, it is a very bold statement to speak your lyrics. Songs are a place for words to be sung. Anybody can talk with music behind them, so the music being played has to compensate for the lack of creativity of the words. The music has to match up with the words and embellish them and create a magical sense of its own all at the same time. It’s very difficult to pull off well, but this song does it. As I was listening, I tried to listen to the music behind the words, to block the words out and just listen to the music, but I couldn’t. The way it’s put together, I kept slipping of the music onto the words. It was all so smooth and it fit together so well, I couldn’t hear anything but everything. It was sort of like sledding, you have to fight so hard to go up the hill when it’s so much easier to go down, except in the song, I didn’t have to keep going back uphill. Then as quickly as it started, it was over. Despite the fact that it was a six and a half minute song, it seemed less.
I listened again. The second time through, I noticed all the same things, and then a few more. I realized that part of the reason I was forced to pay attention to the lyrics was the dynamics. They do a great job with dynamics. As soon as lyrics come in the song, everything else quiets down and the spotlight is on the words being spoken. The words themselves are strange though. From what I understand, it is a song about a man moving to Montana to raise dental floss to sell to the people in big cities. I won’t read into it any more than that because I’m terrible at English and I think the whole second meaning thing is b.s. but you can take of this what you will. Then the song progresses and it’s a little of a cat and mouse game with the music and the lyrics. It reminds me of the game red light green light, one starts, then stops and the other starts, but at the same time the transitions between the two are seamless, and I figured out why. They use their voices as instruments right at the borders and begin to sing at times, but other times just make noises. It works perfectly. Then when we get to the music, there’s a killer guitar solo, but I don’t feel qualified to pass judgment on what I thought was a work of art. When it’s all put together, I would say this song would be great for, but is not limited to, a pothead who just wanted to chill out, listen to music, and watch TV or play some videogames quietly, most likely in a small group (four people tops, ideally two or three) or by themselves.
Like I said earlier, I’m not much of a music buff, so I didn’t remember ever hearing music by Frank Zappa, much less the song Montana, so I tried to prepare to evaluate music. Little did I know how well my cousin thought this out. I began to listen and realized very quickly that I had heard this song before. At first, I thought I had heard it at a party my parents had at our house in Wilmette, but a little farther on, a thought struck me. This song brought me back to the summer nights in my cottage with my family. When I was about ten, I remember (faintly, my memory is selectively good) nights when my parents and aunts and uncle would just party, drink, play music, and dance by the fire. I could be found doing any number of things, but I would be somewhere with some member of my family (brother, sister, mom, dad, cousin, aunt, uncle, or any combination of them) having fun without a care in the world. This song really brings back memories of my cottage, the most carefree place I know. And this isn’t the typical cottage; it isn’t some rich boy’s fancy lake house, it’s a cabin in the woods barely big enough to fit everybody made up of bedrooms, bathrooms and one big living space. It’s a place to retreat to if the world is bringing you down. It’s a place to be free. Of course there is always work to be done while you’re there, but that’s part of the fun. This song reminds me of those nights, when I would hear Celebration, One Headlight, and Montana and know that it was just a time to relax, eat s’mores, and have fun.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Feeling Bad (about Shoes and the Homeless)
I have begun to realize the more you give to homeless people, the more you want to give to homeless people and the worse you feel when you don’t give to the homeless people. For example, let’s say you give a guy your leftovers some time. And then you do it again. Soon enough it becomes sort of a regular habit… you go out, your get leftovers, and you give them to a random homeless guy on the street. But one night, after you’ve already given away your leftovers, you see another homeless guy. What can you do? It’s not like this guy is any less deserving… you want to give him something, but all you have on you are credit cards and that one Benjamin ($100 bill for those of you who don’t know (I don’t have any, I saw it on Slumdog Millionaire)) and you can’t give him the money (that’s a lot of money and he’s homeless… we’re all skeptical) plus you’re already late for the show. Now you feel bad don’t you… and while we’re on the topic of homeless people, I see a lot less homeless women than men… good job ladies!
I have, unfortunately, begun to pick up on this otherworldly obsession with shoes most people seem to have. People can never have enough shoes. It’s the one thing we can always make an excuse to have more of. I once knew a kid who had three of the same pair of shoes (in his defense, he liked them). Now, personally, I’ve never been a shoe kind of guy… but now I’m beginning to catch the bug. This is coming from a guy who thought he didn’t need new shoes when there was a fist-sized hole in the bottom of a pair of his shoes (after I got new shoes, I still kept the ones with the holes in them… in fact, I do that for all my shoes, even the ones that are too small). I think it’s inevitable, some time in our lives, we will all begin to crave that insatiable hunger for new shoes.
I have, unfortunately, begun to pick up on this otherworldly obsession with shoes most people seem to have. People can never have enough shoes. It’s the one thing we can always make an excuse to have more of. I once knew a kid who had three of the same pair of shoes (in his defense, he liked them). Now, personally, I’ve never been a shoe kind of guy… but now I’m beginning to catch the bug. This is coming from a guy who thought he didn’t need new shoes when there was a fist-sized hole in the bottom of a pair of his shoes (after I got new shoes, I still kept the ones with the holes in them… in fact, I do that for all my shoes, even the ones that are too small). I think it’s inevitable, some time in our lives, we will all begin to crave that insatiable hunger for new shoes.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
American Movie Review
My cousin Bob thought it would be a fun idea if I did some reviews. Coincedentally, I happened to agree with him. So he gives me something to review and I review it and post it on my blog. If you'd like to know more about the process, ask me (or him), or see my blog post entitled "Think About It" posted on 12/12/09. Here is my review. Sorry it's so long.
My cousin suggested that my first review be about movie called American Movie. He described the movie as, “a documentary about a guy who lives at home with his parents in Wisconsin and makes horror movies” (I don’t know how to cite this… Bob wrote it). The first thing that I noticed was that it was a documentary. I’m not really a documentary kind of guy; I like more mainstream high gross films. I typically watch top box office films like Indiana Jones or Pirates of the Caribbean, so I wasn’t very excited about the movie. The next thing that I noticed was that the guy was from Wisconsin. Since I’m fairly self centered, I thought my cousin chose this movie because the guy lived in Wisconsin and I go to school in Wisconsin. The last thing that I took from the one sentence I knew about the movie was that the guy lived with his parents and made horror movies. At this point in time, I guessed he was a total loser. This all went through my head in the short time it took me to read what Bob had told about the film.
The next thing I thought was that I had to take this all with a grain of salt. Knowing Bob, I knew he had a fairly sophisticated and educated tasted in movies. I know he’s seen a lot more movies than I have, and I think he has seen a lot more non main stream films than I have; so I thought that I shouldn’t be so quick to judge. So I took a step back and tried not to make judgments so quickly. When I went to get the movie I was forced to further evaluate the film. I looked for it in the documentary and horror sections of the store but I couldn’t find it. I had to get help finding it and it turned out to be in the comedy section of the store. This completely rearranged what I thought and helped me to have some hope for the movie (I don’t like documentaries but I do like comedies).
With this basic preconception I began to watch the movie. In the first couple of seconds, I had already come to think of the main character, Mark Borchardt, as a total loser and geek. As the film progressed, I realized that to a certain extent, I was right, but at the same time I couldn’t have been farther from the truth. My view of Mark constantly changed throughout the entire film. He went from a burnout loser to a excited and motivated filmmaker to a army renegade to a high school dropout druggie to a former druggie to a total hick rube to a charismatic motivated filmmaker again. He was basically a horse of a different color, constantly changing so that you could never fully form a picture of who he actually was, but if you looked hard enough, you could see exactly what you were looking for, you saw him as who you wanted him to be. For me, that turned out to be a great guy. He is the protagonist and I personally wanted him to win in the end and I was able to see him as a winner because of his personality, no matter what the outcome of the movie.
Knowing this, I can assure you this movie isn’t for everybody. In my opinion, American Movie is the perfect movie for community college students who have an education, a job, and their dreams to juggle all at the same time who just decided to take a night to themselves to relax and remember why and aspiring independent film makers. However it isn’t exclusive to them, a lot of people would enjoy seeing this.Here’s the kicker of the entire thing, my favorite part of the movie was the back and forth between Mark and his uncle, Bill Borchardt. Bill was the financial backing for Mark’s movie, but the entire time he was pessimistic about what would come of the movie and his money. It plays great contrast to Mark who was persistent in completing his movie, no matter what mood he was in (Mark wasn’t always happy, but he drove himself, no matter what his mood was, to finish his film and make it great). The back and forth banter between the two of them is the cherry on top of the ice cream if you ask me. It’s great because Mark brings such energy and Bill drains the energy of a room, but makes you laugh at the same time, and Mark is the perfect person to fit with Bill. Also, the way they’re put together, it just makes me think the entire time, don’t die Bill, don’t die (Bill looks really really old). The other thing that began to creep up in my mind while I was watching the movie was that I would like to see the final product. The father into the movie I got, the more I thought to myself, I’d like to see Coven (the name of one of Mark’s movies, pronounced cove-(rhymes with love)-en). I really want to buy Coven now and watch it right away. So if you do decide to watch American Movie, remember, it’s better than the average documentary, look for the back and forth between Bill and Mark, and prepare yourself and buy Coven because you’re going to want to see that immediately afterwards, plus you’ll be helping the cause (Mark Borchardt).
My cousin suggested that my first review be about movie called American Movie. He described the movie as, “a documentary about a guy who lives at home with his parents in Wisconsin and makes horror movies” (I don’t know how to cite this… Bob wrote it). The first thing that I noticed was that it was a documentary. I’m not really a documentary kind of guy; I like more mainstream high gross films. I typically watch top box office films like Indiana Jones or Pirates of the Caribbean, so I wasn’t very excited about the movie. The next thing that I noticed was that the guy was from Wisconsin. Since I’m fairly self centered, I thought my cousin chose this movie because the guy lived in Wisconsin and I go to school in Wisconsin. The last thing that I took from the one sentence I knew about the movie was that the guy lived with his parents and made horror movies. At this point in time, I guessed he was a total loser. This all went through my head in the short time it took me to read what Bob had told about the film.
The next thing I thought was that I had to take this all with a grain of salt. Knowing Bob, I knew he had a fairly sophisticated and educated tasted in movies. I know he’s seen a lot more movies than I have, and I think he has seen a lot more non main stream films than I have; so I thought that I shouldn’t be so quick to judge. So I took a step back and tried not to make judgments so quickly. When I went to get the movie I was forced to further evaluate the film. I looked for it in the documentary and horror sections of the store but I couldn’t find it. I had to get help finding it and it turned out to be in the comedy section of the store. This completely rearranged what I thought and helped me to have some hope for the movie (I don’t like documentaries but I do like comedies).
With this basic preconception I began to watch the movie. In the first couple of seconds, I had already come to think of the main character, Mark Borchardt, as a total loser and geek. As the film progressed, I realized that to a certain extent, I was right, but at the same time I couldn’t have been farther from the truth. My view of Mark constantly changed throughout the entire film. He went from a burnout loser to a excited and motivated filmmaker to a army renegade to a high school dropout druggie to a former druggie to a total hick rube to a charismatic motivated filmmaker again. He was basically a horse of a different color, constantly changing so that you could never fully form a picture of who he actually was, but if you looked hard enough, you could see exactly what you were looking for, you saw him as who you wanted him to be. For me, that turned out to be a great guy. He is the protagonist and I personally wanted him to win in the end and I was able to see him as a winner because of his personality, no matter what the outcome of the movie.
Knowing this, I can assure you this movie isn’t for everybody. In my opinion, American Movie is the perfect movie for community college students who have an education, a job, and their dreams to juggle all at the same time who just decided to take a night to themselves to relax and remember why and aspiring independent film makers. However it isn’t exclusive to them, a lot of people would enjoy seeing this.Here’s the kicker of the entire thing, my favorite part of the movie was the back and forth between Mark and his uncle, Bill Borchardt. Bill was the financial backing for Mark’s movie, but the entire time he was pessimistic about what would come of the movie and his money. It plays great contrast to Mark who was persistent in completing his movie, no matter what mood he was in (Mark wasn’t always happy, but he drove himself, no matter what his mood was, to finish his film and make it great). The back and forth banter between the two of them is the cherry on top of the ice cream if you ask me. It’s great because Mark brings such energy and Bill drains the energy of a room, but makes you laugh at the same time, and Mark is the perfect person to fit with Bill. Also, the way they’re put together, it just makes me think the entire time, don’t die Bill, don’t die (Bill looks really really old). The other thing that began to creep up in my mind while I was watching the movie was that I would like to see the final product. The father into the movie I got, the more I thought to myself, I’d like to see Coven (the name of one of Mark’s movies, pronounced cove-(rhymes with love)-en). I really want to buy Coven now and watch it right away. So if you do decide to watch American Movie, remember, it’s better than the average documentary, look for the back and forth between Bill and Mark, and prepare yourself and buy Coven because you’re going to want to see that immediately afterwards, plus you’ll be helping the cause (Mark Borchardt).
Monday, February 8, 2010
Cold Weather
I always have a hard time trying to think of a title for each of my posts. There is never a unifying theme through my many thoughts so I never have a title that covers everything I'm talking about. If anybody could help me in the future, or if you have a suggestion for me, let me know...
I am beginning to hate the snow. It’s awful. I can’t believe I’m saying it, but it is true. I grew up in Chicago where I felt like it never snowed and there was never enough snow on the ground and now I say this. The reason I hate the snow is what makes me feel like I can say this. I don’t hate snow because it’s cold or because it’s wet or because it’s slippery or because it can impair vision. I hate it because it makes people put salt and sand on the sidewalks. The sand gets my pants all dirty and gets in my shoes and contrary to its purpose, make the ground more slippery for me. Aside from the salt and sand, I love snow.
Now that I’m in college, I sleep a lot. Actually, I probably sleep the same amount, just at different times… I sleep less at night, but I take way more naps. A typical day might look like this: 12 am- start homework, 1 am- go to sleep, 7 am- wake up and go to class, 9 am- come back and take a nap, 9:30 am- wake up and go to class, 11 am- come back, finish my homework, and take a nap, 11:45 am- wake up and go to class, 1 pm- come back and take a nap, 9 pm- wake up and do nothing, 12 am- start homework. As this was going on the other day, I felt really tired. I got in bed to take a nap at about 4 pm and woke up at 6 pm still feeling really tired. That got me thinking, what if I go to sleep and don’t wake up before the night… I’ll just end up sleeping until 11 the next morning. But what if I don’t wake up then… what if I don’t ever wake up again? I might not be taking so many naps anymore…
Beware the site Blogger. I started my blog (actually my brother and sisters did) on it and thought, there are probably a lot of other blogs like mine that are just about stupid everyday stuff. I was wrong. It is full of blogs about families. Almost every other blog I saw was about Joe Schmoe’s family. Some people have absolutely no life at all… oh wait that’s me.
I am beginning to hate the snow. It’s awful. I can’t believe I’m saying it, but it is true. I grew up in Chicago where I felt like it never snowed and there was never enough snow on the ground and now I say this. The reason I hate the snow is what makes me feel like I can say this. I don’t hate snow because it’s cold or because it’s wet or because it’s slippery or because it can impair vision. I hate it because it makes people put salt and sand on the sidewalks. The sand gets my pants all dirty and gets in my shoes and contrary to its purpose, make the ground more slippery for me. Aside from the salt and sand, I love snow.
Now that I’m in college, I sleep a lot. Actually, I probably sleep the same amount, just at different times… I sleep less at night, but I take way more naps. A typical day might look like this: 12 am- start homework, 1 am- go to sleep, 7 am- wake up and go to class, 9 am- come back and take a nap, 9:30 am- wake up and go to class, 11 am- come back, finish my homework, and take a nap, 11:45 am- wake up and go to class, 1 pm- come back and take a nap, 9 pm- wake up and do nothing, 12 am- start homework. As this was going on the other day, I felt really tired. I got in bed to take a nap at about 4 pm and woke up at 6 pm still feeling really tired. That got me thinking, what if I go to sleep and don’t wake up before the night… I’ll just end up sleeping until 11 the next morning. But what if I don’t wake up then… what if I don’t ever wake up again? I might not be taking so many naps anymore…
Chicago is the fourth coldest city in the U.S. according to the weather channel.
Beware the site Blogger. I started my blog (actually my brother and sisters did) on it and thought, there are probably a lot of other blogs like mine that are just about stupid everyday stuff. I was wrong. It is full of blogs about families. Almost every other blog I saw was about Joe Schmoe’s family. Some people have absolutely no life at all… oh wait that’s me.
Monday, February 1, 2010
Return of the Blog (it has nothing to do with Star Wars... Sorry)
I get really sick of superlatives and comparatives that are difficult to figure out. Certain things are really easy, but others just annoy me. For example, I know it’s funnier and more exhausted, but is it more stupid or stupider? That’s why I like to use dumb (I know it’s dumberer) but dumb isn’t PC. Dumb actually refers to people who can’t talk, it’s the same as mute. That’s why I think the meaning of dumb should be changed to be the same as stupid.
I would just like to point out how much having a blog sucks. Despite what you may think, it oppresses my creative thought, rather than encouraging it. It prevents me from being able to not be able to think my thoughts. Let me explain, normally, there is no pressure to think my wild thoughts, but now I feel like I have to be on my game 24/7. It also sucks because now I’m that guy with a blog… I feel all douchey on the inside. But like I said earlier… the pressure makes my thoughts suffer… take this one for example.
I think it’s odd how humanses perceive things… you see what you want to see. I don’t have any examples right now but eventually some time it will happen to you, and you’ll have a great moment of realization. Speaking of realization… it’s really fun; you should try it some time. It’s one of the greatest feelings when you forget what you want to say, but then remember it again.
Over the weekend (11/27/09 to 11/28/09) the American people spent $11,000,000,000.
Slam poetry is one of the coolest things ever. Whenever I watch somebody performing slam poetry, or slamming, I’m just awed. I just think, I wish I could do that, especially when they are improv slamming. It’s so impressive. It would be a pretty sweet talent.
I would just like to point out how much having a blog sucks. Despite what you may think, it oppresses my creative thought, rather than encouraging it. It prevents me from being able to not be able to think my thoughts. Let me explain, normally, there is no pressure to think my wild thoughts, but now I feel like I have to be on my game 24/7. It also sucks because now I’m that guy with a blog… I feel all douchey on the inside. But like I said earlier… the pressure makes my thoughts suffer… take this one for example.
I think it’s odd how humanses perceive things… you see what you want to see. I don’t have any examples right now but eventually some time it will happen to you, and you’ll have a great moment of realization. Speaking of realization… it’s really fun; you should try it some time. It’s one of the greatest feelings when you forget what you want to say, but then remember it again.
Over the weekend (11/27/09 to 11/28/09) the American people spent $11,000,000,000.
Slam poetry is one of the coolest things ever. Whenever I watch somebody performing slam poetry, or slamming, I’m just awed. I just think, I wish I could do that, especially when they are improv slamming. It’s so impressive. It would be a pretty sweet talent.
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Taking a Break
For those of you who are still fans of my blog (mom, Kelly, and Erin) I am going to take a break for a little while. I want some time to be able to think without having to think (I don't want to feel pressure to think) and I don't want my blog to get old or boring. It's kind of like the Disney Vault, except I won't be off for seven years... I think I'll stop at least until I get back to school, which is right around the 19th of January. I'll let you know (and by that, I mean I will let the three people that were previously mentioned know when it gets back on. If you were not mentioned above, and would like to know when I start blogging again, please contact me in some manner before the 19th of January, I can't read minds).
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
While I Zone Out...
I get bored in my classes a lot and as a result I have nothing to do except not pay attention in my classes. When I’m not paying attention to things I also get bored, and this leaves me with two options: I can start paying attention to class again, but then I’ll just get bored and be stuck in an endless loop, or I can think of something else to do. I do the latter a lot. A couple of the things I’ve done in my class time are think of things to say here, figure out the number of different ways to make a dollar with change, figure out the number of different license plates there can be in the U.S., not including different states, and many, many other dumb things.
On my facebook, I see a lot of ads, as previously mentioned, and a lot of them are for girls. By that I do not mean they are intended for girls, I mean they are about the xx’s. I’m not sure if facebook is trying to tell me something, but they are kind of annoying. I mean I like the xx’s as much as the next guy (assuming it is one of the majority of men that are interested in women) but it just gets annoying. But that’s not the real purpose of this… I was really wondering if girls see ads for men on their facebook pages, or do they see ads about xx’s too… or are there no ads about humans at all?
On my facebook, I see a lot of ads, as previously mentioned, and a lot of them are for girls. By that I do not mean they are intended for girls, I mean they are about the xx’s. I’m not sure if facebook is trying to tell me something, but they are kind of annoying. I mean I like the xx’s as much as the next guy (assuming it is one of the majority of men that are interested in women) but it just gets annoying. But that’s not the real purpose of this… I was really wondering if girls see ads for men on their facebook pages, or do they see ads about xx’s too… or are there no ads about humans at all?
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
The Marvels of Space
SPACE! Let me put this into perspective for you, if you were a period in one pt font, as shown here: . then space is really, really big. Get used to it. But how awesome would it be to travel in space. How cool would it be to be an astronaut. While I was at my college advising over the summer, they asked me what I wanted to be… I couldn’t think of anything so I said astronaut, I felt like a child… it was awesome. I have included a 5x and a 40x magnification of a period in one point font for your viewing pleasure.
As we get older, we’re not so much learning as we are becoming more proficient. Take Spanish as an example, you can only learn so many verb conjugations and vocabulary words. The same holds true for English and math and probably a lot of other things that I’m too lazy to think about right now.
I know it’s been a while (and by that I mean a couple of pages, but if you look at the dates, it has been a while, or at least it feels like it has), so I have more facts! There are 293 different ways to make a dollar with a dollar coin, two half dollars, four quarters, ten dimes, twenty nickels, and one hundred pennies.
The largest sum of money you can have without being able to make a dollar exactly is $1.19, that would be three quarters, four dimes, and four pennies. The largest number of coins you can have is ninety nine pennies… duh!
I know it’s been a while (and by that I mean a couple of pages, but if you look at the dates, it has been a while, or at least it feels like it has), so I have more facts! There are 293 different ways to make a dollar with a dollar coin, two half dollars, four quarters, ten dimes, twenty nickels, and one hundred pennies.
The largest sum of money you can have without being able to make a dollar exactly is $1.19, that would be three quarters, four dimes, and four pennies. The largest number of coins you can have is ninety nine pennies… duh!
People with narrower eyes (generally of Southeast Asian decent) can sleep, or shut their eyes in classes easier than other humans. There is a catch though; the teacher can be around people with narrow eyes very often. That was not a scientifically proven fact, rather it was more of an observation of the goings on around me. Again, I apologize if it seems like I’m being prejudiced or racist, that is not the intention.
Also, this is directed at my cousin/ cousin in law- Can I put your blog on my list of blogs to read?
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Pretending and Candy Canes
Some of the people I know also have blogs. I am beginning to realize a reason that my friends created their blogs. Their blogs (in contrast to mine) seem to be fairly intellectual. They share stories of their life or reflect on things that have happened to them and use the many weapons in the arsenal of their minds such as logic and psychology and whatnot. They go in depth about certain ideas such as technology and self image. If you haven’t already noticed, I don’t do that in my blog. However, if that’s what you would like to read, I could tell you about my friend’s blogs so you can read them.
With the current season in mind (winter/ candy cane season) I’ve decided to discuss the options of the candy cane (in other words, I want your opinion about the serious problem I’m about to propose (which of course means I won’t get any feedback, but that’s beside the point)). I don’t know where to start eating a candy cane. On one side, we have the curve (I’m saying you hold this part, and start at the other end), which is easier to hold, but it’s more difficult to keep your hands clean if it’s the last part you’re eating. On the other side, we have the long straight part. The hook is harder to eat, so you’re starting out bad, but in the long run, it’s easier to keep yourself unsticky.
Pretending is both the funniest thing I know, and the most insulting. It can be funny in a lot of different situations: when person A is pretending and person B doesn’t notice, when person A is pretending and person B does notice but person A doesn’t notice that person B did notice, or when somebody is pretending with the intention of being funny. It’s really insulting when somebody is pretending to you and you notice, but they try to keep up the charade anyways. Get it through your skull, you aren’t fooling anybody… I’m not an idiot. Stop lying to me… I know what’s going on here.
With the current season in mind (winter/ candy cane season) I’ve decided to discuss the options of the candy cane (in other words, I want your opinion about the serious problem I’m about to propose (which of course means I won’t get any feedback, but that’s beside the point)). I don’t know where to start eating a candy cane. On one side, we have the curve (I’m saying you hold this part, and start at the other end), which is easier to hold, but it’s more difficult to keep your hands clean if it’s the last part you’re eating. On the other side, we have the long straight part. The hook is harder to eat, so you’re starting out bad, but in the long run, it’s easier to keep yourself unsticky.
Pretending is both the funniest thing I know, and the most insulting. It can be funny in a lot of different situations: when person A is pretending and person B doesn’t notice, when person A is pretending and person B does notice but person A doesn’t notice that person B did notice, or when somebody is pretending with the intention of being funny. It’s really insulting when somebody is pretending to you and you notice, but they try to keep up the charade anyways. Get it through your skull, you aren’t fooling anybody… I’m not an idiot. Stop lying to me… I know what’s going on here.
Friday, December 18, 2009
Perversions of the Mind and Facebook
There is more bad language, and I'm sorry for how bad this may be. I don't think these things on purpose, just like you don't control the thoughts you think. I don't mean to badmouth any people or be prejudiced. Also, my mom alerted me to something recently. I say a lot of stupid things. Try to ignore them.
Sorry for the perverse turn in thoughts, but I thought of something that I thought was pretty good but I don’t remember, but I did just think of this as I was on facebook. I saw an ad that said friendship, fun or more with a picture of a hot girl underneath and I thought, I’d like some more, or something to that effect… I don’t like to be too vulgar when I don’t have to be. But then I got to thinking… there is no way this chick needs help getting friendship, fun or more, so why would she be there, and it was obvious. This was one of the kinkiest people ever born. Forgive me for saying it, but I’m sure she has no problem getting some, so if she is advertising herself in this, then she needs more. I’m talking about the kind of chick that my friend Matt would call waffle crapping hot… or hot enough that if she took a shit on your waffles not only would you still tap that, but you’d eat the waffles too. At least one in every two guys that she talked to would want to tap that. Like I said, kinkiest girl ever. Now remember this point in my talking, I have three points that I have to talk about from here. First, I know my mind is perverse, I have to cope with that and if you’re reading this so do you. Second, the all important counter argument: wouldn’t somebody just hire this chick to be a poster lady to try and get more guys to come to this site? As previously discussed, she is pretty good looking. Not only would nobody fall for her being at one of these sites, but nobody would think that somebody else would think she was at this site.
I’m going to go back to my first point. I’m perverse. Almost all men are (I hope… if not I feel even more alone, but enough of my problems, back to my problems). But, shhhhh don’t tell anybody. I might get excommunicated. But seriously, a lot of people have this problem (from what I understand) but I’m the only person who has trouble keeping it in my head (you might not know this because I try to stay decent around the people I know well). Of course the worst part is, I don’t exactly realize it as a problem, but I do know it isn’t right. I know other people have a problem with it, and I don’t like that it’s a problem with me but I’m not willing to do anything to change it.
Remember how I said to remember some point of my talking? If you don’t, it’s six pages up, if you do good job. Well the third thing I wanted to say was that I feel the need to say two (or three) things at once sometimes because I’m thinking of them all at the same time which means I want you to think of them all at the same time. Recently, I have been rereading a book, The Amulet of Samarkand by Jonathan Stroud, where footnotes are used to express the same idea as I have just told you about. Stroud uses footnotes to express the multiple conscience levels of a demon. I enjoy it a lot but I won’t be using them because I’m already six pages in and I don’t want to learn how… maybe you’ll see it later, if I become learned.
You may remember how I said I was rereading a book. If you don’t, your memory is worse than mine. I wish I had a footnote now because I might make some funny comment about the use of frequently vs. infrequently. But seriously, don’t they mean the same thing? Back to the memory, mine is selectively good. I remember certain useless things like the digits of pi or different emoticons for facebook chat (try these (^^^), <(“), :] ) but I can’t remember important things like the vacation my family took three years ago. This means I have a lot of trouble finishing series of books. I’ll start a book, get bored, not read a page for a week, forget what was happening and stop reading the book. I’ve also read a series of books and by the time I finish the last one, which may be only a week or two after I stared the first one, but once I finish, I won’t remember what happened in the first book. That’s why I’ve read the Harry Potter series about five times. It also means with both of those two thoughts put together, that there are some series that I’ve tried to read about five times and I’ve never finished them. One such example, which happens to be only three books, is the Bartimaeus Trilogy. Now what was I talking about?
Sorry for the perverse turn in thoughts, but I thought of something that I thought was pretty good but I don’t remember, but I did just think of this as I was on facebook. I saw an ad that said friendship, fun or more with a picture of a hot girl underneath and I thought, I’d like some more, or something to that effect… I don’t like to be too vulgar when I don’t have to be. But then I got to thinking… there is no way this chick needs help getting friendship, fun or more, so why would she be there, and it was obvious. This was one of the kinkiest people ever born. Forgive me for saying it, but I’m sure she has no problem getting some, so if she is advertising herself in this, then she needs more. I’m talking about the kind of chick that my friend Matt would call waffle crapping hot… or hot enough that if she took a shit on your waffles not only would you still tap that, but you’d eat the waffles too. At least one in every two guys that she talked to would want to tap that. Like I said, kinkiest girl ever. Now remember this point in my talking, I have three points that I have to talk about from here. First, I know my mind is perverse, I have to cope with that and if you’re reading this so do you. Second, the all important counter argument: wouldn’t somebody just hire this chick to be a poster lady to try and get more guys to come to this site? As previously discussed, she is pretty good looking. Not only would nobody fall for her being at one of these sites, but nobody would think that somebody else would think she was at this site.
I’m going to go back to my first point. I’m perverse. Almost all men are (I hope… if not I feel even more alone, but enough of my problems, back to my problems). But, shhhhh don’t tell anybody. I might get excommunicated. But seriously, a lot of people have this problem (from what I understand) but I’m the only person who has trouble keeping it in my head (you might not know this because I try to stay decent around the people I know well). Of course the worst part is, I don’t exactly realize it as a problem, but I do know it isn’t right. I know other people have a problem with it, and I don’t like that it’s a problem with me but I’m not willing to do anything to change it.
Remember how I said to remember some point of my talking? If you don’t, it’s six pages up, if you do good job. Well the third thing I wanted to say was that I feel the need to say two (or three) things at once sometimes because I’m thinking of them all at the same time which means I want you to think of them all at the same time. Recently, I have been rereading a book, The Amulet of Samarkand by Jonathan Stroud, where footnotes are used to express the same idea as I have just told you about. Stroud uses footnotes to express the multiple conscience levels of a demon. I enjoy it a lot but I won’t be using them because I’m already six pages in and I don’t want to learn how… maybe you’ll see it later, if I become learned.
You may remember how I said I was rereading a book. If you don’t, your memory is worse than mine. I wish I had a footnote now because I might make some funny comment about the use of frequently vs. infrequently. But seriously, don’t they mean the same thing? Back to the memory, mine is selectively good. I remember certain useless things like the digits of pi or different emoticons for facebook chat (try these (^^^), <(“), :] ) but I can’t remember important things like the vacation my family took three years ago. This means I have a lot of trouble finishing series of books. I’ll start a book, get bored, not read a page for a week, forget what was happening and stop reading the book. I’ve also read a series of books and by the time I finish the last one, which may be only a week or two after I stared the first one, but once I finish, I won’t remember what happened in the first book. That’s why I’ve read the Harry Potter series about five times. It also means with both of those two thoughts put together, that there are some series that I’ve tried to read about five times and I’ve never finished them. One such example, which happens to be only three books, is the Bartimaeus Trilogy. Now what was I talking about?
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Speech Patterns and Facebook Ads
First, I'd like to point out how angry I am at Blogger because it won't let me copy things that I've already written and paste them so that I don't have to retype everything. I'm really angry as a result. Also, I'd like to apologize for any foul language that I have previously written and will write in the future. Some will show up in this very post. Sorry...
Although this happened a while ago, it's fun to follow tour groups and ask stupid questions. Or it was when I followed a college tour group and asked stupid questions (while I was (and am) a student at UW Madison). And for future reference, there are no dumb questions unless you can speak sign language, which you can't because you aren't speaking, you're signing. To rephase what I just said properly as I want to say it, there are no dumb questions unless you can sign sign language because if you "say" a dumb question, you are asking a question without making noise (from your mouth, or at least not interpretable noise).
I saw an ad on facebook with a bunch of girls in bikinis standing around a guy with his shirt off and I thought it said, "want to get raped?" and I thought to myself, if that's being raped, I'm in, but it actually said, "want to get ripped?" and I no longer want to be raped.
I want to be English. No, on second thought, I want to be able to speak English, and when I say that I mean I want to be able to speak in an English accent. The English can get away with anything. Especially if they're trying to pick up women... for example, in The Holiday, Jude Law's character gets Cameron Diaz's character to fall for him using his crazy English words and accent. But more in real life (since not all of life is like the movies) I recently went to a sex talk (with free condoms and cookies... I went for the cookies, and if you knew me you wouldn't question that) and there was this one guy from England (I assume, at least he had an English accent (or something that resembled an English accent, I really can't tell), and I might add that I'm angry word doesn't auto capitalize English) and we were discussing different ways to ask a girl to have sex in creative ways and he said, “I dunno, how about, fancy a fuck?” and it was one of the most brilliant things I’ve ever heard… all the girls liked it. Maybe I should move to England.
Although this happened a while ago, it's fun to follow tour groups and ask stupid questions. Or it was when I followed a college tour group and asked stupid questions (while I was (and am) a student at UW Madison). And for future reference, there are no dumb questions unless you can speak sign language, which you can't because you aren't speaking, you're signing. To rephase what I just said properly as I want to say it, there are no dumb questions unless you can sign sign language because if you "say" a dumb question, you are asking a question without making noise (from your mouth, or at least not interpretable noise).
I saw an ad on facebook with a bunch of girls in bikinis standing around a guy with his shirt off and I thought it said, "want to get raped?" and I thought to myself, if that's being raped, I'm in, but it actually said, "want to get ripped?" and I no longer want to be raped.
I want to be English. No, on second thought, I want to be able to speak English, and when I say that I mean I want to be able to speak in an English accent. The English can get away with anything. Especially if they're trying to pick up women... for example, in The Holiday, Jude Law's character gets Cameron Diaz's character to fall for him using his crazy English words and accent. But more in real life (since not all of life is like the movies) I recently went to a sex talk (with free condoms and cookies... I went for the cookies, and if you knew me you wouldn't question that) and there was this one guy from England (I assume, at least he had an English accent (or something that resembled an English accent, I really can't tell), and I might add that I'm angry word doesn't auto capitalize English) and we were discussing different ways to ask a girl to have sex in creative ways and he said, “I dunno, how about, fancy a fuck?” and it was one of the most brilliant things I’ve ever heard… all the girls liked it. Maybe I should move to England.
Monday, December 14, 2009
Arguing (with Microsoft, Youtube, and Facebook)
I'm glad two people cared enough to try to tell me something. Now, I'll tell you what I think of my blog. It is completely pointless... a means of entertainment for you, I gain nothing from writing my own thoughts (however I do enjoy hearing how great they are). Also, I would like to have a shout out to each person I know and care for... I'm getting there. Thanks for the input (that is called ssarcasm).
While reading the following, keep in mind I wrote this a long time ago, 10/26/09 to be exact. Also, I'm impressed with those of you that actually keep up with this. Now that I'm rereading what I wrote, I can't even understand it (eventually I got it). If you want help understanding what I wrote, just call me.
It’s been too long, as evidenced by the dates, and it’s way too late at night… grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. And I definitely used the proper form of it’s directly above this and seeing as I am quoting myself from the last sentence I used the correct form this time too. If you’ve ever tried to write down an argument in Microsoft word (against Microsoft word), I’ll save you the trouble… it doesn’t work. Pinkeys out! When in doubt, Pinkeys out!
Over the weekend I visited my friends in MI, more specifically, at the University of Michigan. It was awesome. I visited my sister too… she was there. And a lot of other people I know, but that’s beside the point, which is where I am a lot of the time I’m noticing. Now I’m behind the point, I’ll run so I can catch up though. I saw some youtube videos. Youtube is a word now… get with the times Microsoft. It made me think, what possesses these people to do this, or even think this, or think that it was a good idea, let alone follow through with it while somebody is filming it and later posting it on youtube? I know, my thoughts are impressive too. For more on that, I refer you to “where’s the chapstick” and “party in the fip.” And chapstick isn’t even a new word and word doesn’t get it’s a word… stupid word. And so you all know, while I was watching “where’s the chapstick” I thought exactly what she says at the end, before she said it…
In other news, I realized today that not only can you “(read more)” on facebook, but after reading more, you can also “(read less)” I don’t think so… once it has been read, it can’t be unread. I would like facebook to attempt to make me unread what I’ve already read. And how is unread a word but facebook, chapstick, pinkey, and youtube aren’t? Back to the point, it’s possible to show less, but not read less, facebook’s standards of my mastery of time are a little too high.
While reading the following, keep in mind I wrote this a long time ago, 10/26/09 to be exact. Also, I'm impressed with those of you that actually keep up with this. Now that I'm rereading what I wrote, I can't even understand it (eventually I got it). If you want help understanding what I wrote, just call me.
It’s been too long, as evidenced by the dates, and it’s way too late at night… grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. And I definitely used the proper form of it’s directly above this and seeing as I am quoting myself from the last sentence I used the correct form this time too. If you’ve ever tried to write down an argument in Microsoft word (against Microsoft word), I’ll save you the trouble… it doesn’t work. Pinkeys out! When in doubt, Pinkeys out!
Over the weekend I visited my friends in MI, more specifically, at the University of Michigan. It was awesome. I visited my sister too… she was there. And a lot of other people I know, but that’s beside the point, which is where I am a lot of the time I’m noticing. Now I’m behind the point, I’ll run so I can catch up though. I saw some youtube videos. Youtube is a word now… get with the times Microsoft. It made me think, what possesses these people to do this, or even think this, or think that it was a good idea, let alone follow through with it while somebody is filming it and later posting it on youtube? I know, my thoughts are impressive too. For more on that, I refer you to “where’s the chapstick” and “party in the fip.” And chapstick isn’t even a new word and word doesn’t get it’s a word… stupid word. And so you all know, while I was watching “where’s the chapstick” I thought exactly what she says at the end, before she said it…
In other news, I realized today that not only can you “(read more)” on facebook, but after reading more, you can also “(read less)” I don’t think so… once it has been read, it can’t be unread. I would like facebook to attempt to make me unread what I’ve already read. And how is unread a word but facebook, chapstick, pinkey, and youtube aren’t? Back to the point, it’s possible to show less, but not read less, facebook’s standards of my mastery of time are a little too high.
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Think About It
I would like to ask all of you who actually pay attention to my blog to answer a question. I’ve been doing my half of the work, and quite frankly, none of you are up to scratch. I’m kidding, you’ve all been great, but back to my question. What is the ultimate goal of this blog? What is the purpose of this blog? (I know what I think, and I’ll tell you next time I post) So, if you want to respond, feel free to tell me what you want from the blog, or where you think I should go with this, or why you read it.
With that said something that bugs the shit out of me is when people say think about it. It’s like saying, I’m too lazy to tell you what the truth about the matter is, so you should think about it yourself, I don’t really care if you come to the same conclusion about it that I did (but I’ll assume you did) and if you didn’t, you’re wrong. Excuse me… I’d rather not think about it, why don’t you spend the whole extra 30 seconds talking to tell me the correct and absolutely truthful conclusion you’ve drawn from the (lopsided and obscured) facts that you’ve provided me with.
Walking… enough said.
With that said something that bugs the shit out of me is when people say think about it. It’s like saying, I’m too lazy to tell you what the truth about the matter is, so you should think about it yourself, I don’t really care if you come to the same conclusion about it that I did (but I’ll assume you did) and if you didn’t, you’re wrong. Excuse me… I’d rather not think about it, why don’t you spend the whole extra 30 seconds talking to tell me the correct and absolutely truthful conclusion you’ve drawn from the (lopsided and obscured) facts that you’ve provided me with.
Walking… enough said.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
What Was I Saying? Oh Yeah, Live Your Own Life
One of the worst feelings in the world is to forget what word you want to say (or for that matter, forgetting anything) especially when it must be replaced by something that doesn’t quite fit or work as well. On the flip side, one of the best feelings is when you remember what you forgot (unless you don’t want to remember it anymore, in which case you feel even worse). An (extreme) example of the latter would be forgetting (thank you Seinfeld, one of my favorite shows) something that happened on Melrose place that you wanted to tell a friend, but then when your girlfriend puts you on a polygraph machine to see if you watch the show (you don’t want her to think you do) you suddenly remember it and have to tell her that you know… (this didn’t explicitly happen on Seinfeld but something like it did)
Have you ever noticed whenever somebody has something that is their favorite, it’s automatically the best in the world? A lot of people like to exaggerate their world a lot. This is the worst day of my life, Seinfeld is the best show on earth, I ate the biggest sandwich for lunch today. In addition to that, a lot of people like to tell you how to live your life… you’ve never seen Entourage? You have to see it! (that was a small simulated conversation between two people… I do that a lot, I hope you can pick up on it) I find it a little annoying that people tell me how to live my life, and thus try to avoid it as much as possible.
Have you ever noticed whenever somebody has something that is their favorite, it’s automatically the best in the world? A lot of people like to exaggerate their world a lot. This is the worst day of my life, Seinfeld is the best show on earth, I ate the biggest sandwich for lunch today. In addition to that, a lot of people like to tell you how to live your life… you’ve never seen Entourage? You have to see it! (that was a small simulated conversation between two people… I do that a lot, I hope you can pick up on it) I find it a little annoying that people tell me how to live my life, and thus try to avoid it as much as possible.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Equality and Stupid Facts
I am in an internal struggle whether or not to post the most recent things I think about, which are more relevant (sometimes), or some of the ten pages I already have written. This may or may not result in an increase of average posts per day. another thing to note... I actually will not be using Times because Blogger is an idiot. The sizes are smallest, small, normal, large, largest and if I use Times, it's either too big or too small. In addition to that, the default font is either Georgia and I won't remember to change it all the time, so this is easier.
I can never get enough highlights. I live for dumb facts and stupid highlights… I think it might be one of the reasons I don’t really ever read full articles (unless I’m really interested in them) but just skim and look for highlights. That’s probably why I know 84 digits of pi, I watched the top 100 web videos recently, and I love ESPN’s top 10. I don’t really need substance, anything that interests me for a short amount of time is good… that said, I think I’m going to include any random facts that I know or learn just for fun.
There are more Puerto Ricans in New York City than there are in San Juan, the capitol of Puerto Rico.
I have come to realize (through an assignment I was asked to do recently, coupled with some T.V. I have been watching) that nobody really wants equality, rather nobody wants real equality. Not only does it suppress our problems, but it acts against diversity, democracy, and the ideals of individuality. People aren’t meant to be treated as equals, if they were, every human would be created exactly the same. There is a reason men don’t file sexual harassment claims against other men (they don’t file them against women either, but that’s a completely different story) it’s because most men (I think, I’m not actually sure if this is proven) don’t have sex with other men. Now I’m not saying it’s ok for anybody to walk around and call blacks (those of us with darker skin) n***** (excuse me), but I am saying we shouldn’t ban the classic American novel The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn because they say n*****, or we shouldn’t change the spelling of women to W-O-M-Y-N so that it doesn’t imply that we are simply adding on to the suffix of MAN. That said, I'm not racist or sexist and I'm not trying to say white men are the superior beings on Earth, merely observing that absolute and true equality of all beings is not the solution.
I can never get enough highlights. I live for dumb facts and stupid highlights… I think it might be one of the reasons I don’t really ever read full articles (unless I’m really interested in them) but just skim and look for highlights. That’s probably why I know 84 digits of pi, I watched the top 100 web videos recently, and I love ESPN’s top 10. I don’t really need substance, anything that interests me for a short amount of time is good… that said, I think I’m going to include any random facts that I know or learn just for fun.
There are more Puerto Ricans in New York City than there are in San Juan, the capitol of Puerto Rico.
I have come to realize (through an assignment I was asked to do recently, coupled with some T.V. I have been watching) that nobody really wants equality, rather nobody wants real equality. Not only does it suppress our problems, but it acts against diversity, democracy, and the ideals of individuality. People aren’t meant to be treated as equals, if they were, every human would be created exactly the same. There is a reason men don’t file sexual harassment claims against other men (they don’t file them against women either, but that’s a completely different story) it’s because most men (I think, I’m not actually sure if this is proven) don’t have sex with other men. Now I’m not saying it’s ok for anybody to walk around and call blacks (those of us with darker skin) n***** (excuse me), but I am saying we shouldn’t ban the classic American novel The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn because they say n*****, or we shouldn’t change the spelling of women to W-O-M-Y-N so that it doesn’t imply that we are simply adding on to the suffix of MAN. That said, I'm not racist or sexist and I'm not trying to say white men are the superior beings on Earth, merely observing that absolute and true equality of all beings is not the solution.
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Style and Crackers
I like to have order in my life. I love my paragraphs to be justified (it’s a style of aligning a paper). There is one drawback though… I always felt that when paragraphs are justified, they looked professional, but because I’m in the most basic English class ever created I see a lot of other people’s English papers. Nobody else justifies their paper and it somehow looks like they’ve written more… that’s why right now, nothing is justified.
Another thing that makes me feel great when I’m typing is when I get another line in a paragraph… if you understand what I’m saying… when you’re typing and you’re getting to the end of a line, but you don’t have enough to make another line start and it’s the end of the paragraph it’s just infuriating… that’s why I always bs my way so I can get just one more line in… but I get really pissed off when that line goes to the end too…
One word, it’ll make you hungry, but not hungry, and it will dry your mouth out all at the same time… saltines. They somehow always satisfy my hunger but don’t fill me up. And when did a plain cracker with salt taste so good. But they are second to one. RITZ crackers. There is no better cracker in the world, I’m sure of it.
Another thing that makes me feel great when I’m typing is when I get another line in a paragraph… if you understand what I’m saying… when you’re typing and you’re getting to the end of a line, but you don’t have enough to make another line start and it’s the end of the paragraph it’s just infuriating… that’s why I always bs my way so I can get just one more line in… but I get really pissed off when that line goes to the end too…
One word, it’ll make you hungry, but not hungry, and it will dry your mouth out all at the same time… saltines. They somehow always satisfy my hunger but don’t fill me up. And when did a plain cracker with salt taste so good. But they are second to one. RITZ crackers. There is no better cracker in the world, I’m sure of it.
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Tiger Woods
I apologize for the length of this post. Personally, I don't really ever read long things other than books.
One of my friends, Lauren, recently advised me to write about Tiger Woods. I have a lot of different things to say about Tiger Woods. First, since this is a current issue, I’ll discuss how he ran into a fire hydrant. I came home on Friday November 27, 2009 and came in to my living room and noticed that my family was watching something or other on ESPN. I looked at the info bar at the bottom and saw something had happened to Tiger Woods. I continued reading and I came to know he had been in a crash, which peaked my interest because he is my favorite golfer and I’ll explain that later, for now the crash. So I asked my family what happened. They first asked how I knew (I baffled them) but eventually I found out that the story was Tiger crashed his car, his wife came out, saw what happened, went back into the house to get a golf club, smashed the back window and dragged him out. My dad had a different series of events… he said (in different words) there was an altercation in the abode so Tiger began to drive off in his automobile, his wife followed after him smashing the back window with his clubs which distracted him causing him to crash into a fire hydrant. I think my dad should be a detective. But seriously, celebrities get too much crap. So what if Tiger crashed into a fire hydrant. Are you trying to say you’ve never gotten into an argument with your wife that caused her to start swinging golf clubs at you while you were trying to drive away, so she didn’t seriously injure you, breaking the back window of your car which distracted you and caused you to crash into a fire hydrant? Has that never happened to you?
Just like I promised, I’ll tell you why I like Tiger Woods and I’m not a fair weather fan. While I was growing up, I watched a little golf here and there. I truly believe golf has the greatest difference in enjoyment between actually playing and watching on tv. It’s so much better on tv. The reason I began to watch it was my grandfather. I would say golf was one of his favorite sports. He created the Bobby Jones Open (in appreciation of the only golfer to get the grand slam, Robert Tyre Jones) which is a tournament for charity in which only golfers named “Bobby Jones” can play. He also watched golf (as previously stated). One of my grandpa’s favorite golfers was Tiger Woods, before he was good. I remember watching Tiger win his first Masters and becoming the youngest player to do so. Now, my grandpa was somewhat of a strict man, so I looked for any way I could for him to like me more. What Papa? Your favorite golfer is Tiger Woods? Me too! That’s so weird. I also happen to root for the same things my family roots for (I generally have a greater inclination to see people that I know enjoying themselves rather than random sports teams that I don’t know one person of). It’s weird how these things work out.
One of my friends, Lauren, recently advised me to write about Tiger Woods. I have a lot of different things to say about Tiger Woods. First, since this is a current issue, I’ll discuss how he ran into a fire hydrant. I came home on Friday November 27, 2009 and came in to my living room and noticed that my family was watching something or other on ESPN. I looked at the info bar at the bottom and saw something had happened to Tiger Woods. I continued reading and I came to know he had been in a crash, which peaked my interest because he is my favorite golfer and I’ll explain that later, for now the crash. So I asked my family what happened. They first asked how I knew (I baffled them) but eventually I found out that the story was Tiger crashed his car, his wife came out, saw what happened, went back into the house to get a golf club, smashed the back window and dragged him out. My dad had a different series of events… he said (in different words) there was an altercation in the abode so Tiger began to drive off in his automobile, his wife followed after him smashing the back window with his clubs which distracted him causing him to crash into a fire hydrant. I think my dad should be a detective. But seriously, celebrities get too much crap. So what if Tiger crashed into a fire hydrant. Are you trying to say you’ve never gotten into an argument with your wife that caused her to start swinging golf clubs at you while you were trying to drive away, so she didn’t seriously injure you, breaking the back window of your car which distracted you and caused you to crash into a fire hydrant? Has that never happened to you?
Just like I promised, I’ll tell you why I like Tiger Woods and I’m not a fair weather fan. While I was growing up, I watched a little golf here and there. I truly believe golf has the greatest difference in enjoyment between actually playing and watching on tv. It’s so much better on tv. The reason I began to watch it was my grandfather. I would say golf was one of his favorite sports. He created the Bobby Jones Open (in appreciation of the only golfer to get the grand slam, Robert Tyre Jones) which is a tournament for charity in which only golfers named “Bobby Jones” can play. He also watched golf (as previously stated). One of my grandpa’s favorite golfers was Tiger Woods, before he was good. I remember watching Tiger win his first Masters and becoming the youngest player to do so. Now, my grandpa was somewhat of a strict man, so I looked for any way I could for him to like me more. What Papa? Your favorite golfer is Tiger Woods? Me too! That’s so weird. I also happen to root for the same things my family roots for (I generally have a greater inclination to see people that I know enjoying themselves rather than random sports teams that I don’t know one person of). It’s weird how these things work out.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Technology
Since the first part of this is spontaneous, and due to recent events, I'll add another part that I would have written if I had been able to write anything on November 29, 2009.
I’d like to write an ode to hating technology. I’d like to, but I’m not a good writer. Instead I’ll just write that I hate technology. It sucks. I’ve been trying to get on the for a couple days and it hasn’t been working… it obviously works now, otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to write this post but nonetheless… I’m not happy. It will be the death of us all (eventually). At this point I’d like to make a shout out to my cousins Eric and Bob. It was Bob’s wedding and he gave his groomsmen really cool watches. The watch needs to be wound, and as Eric pointed out that this means it will still work a couple thousand years from now… when all other technology is busted. That’s good to know, at least when all the world’s technology is destroyed, I can still tell time.
This is what I would have written:
Now that we’ve gotten off the subject of the style of my absolute work of art that you’re reading, or skimming, we come to the substance… get excited. But before I actually get there, I have to point out that I’m not so good with transitions so… I get excited by the dumbest things ever. I was walking home from crew practice today and I had five water bottles full of PowerAde. I was so excited. It made me forget that I don’t really have any friends or people to talk to at Wisconsin. I was so distracted by the fact that I had PowerAde that I forgot I have absolutely no life.
I’d like to write an ode to hating technology. I’d like to, but I’m not a good writer. Instead I’ll just write that I hate technology. It sucks. I’ve been trying to get on the for a couple days and it hasn’t been working… it obviously works now, otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to write this post but nonetheless… I’m not happy. It will be the death of us all (eventually). At this point I’d like to make a shout out to my cousins Eric and Bob. It was Bob’s wedding and he gave his groomsmen really cool watches. The watch needs to be wound, and as Eric pointed out that this means it will still work a couple thousand years from now… when all other technology is busted. That’s good to know, at least when all the world’s technology is destroyed, I can still tell time.
This is what I would have written:
Now that we’ve gotten off the subject of the style of my absolute work of art that you’re reading, or skimming, we come to the substance… get excited. But before I actually get there, I have to point out that I’m not so good with transitions so… I get excited by the dumbest things ever. I was walking home from crew practice today and I had five water bottles full of PowerAde. I was so excited. It made me forget that I don’t really have any friends or people to talk to at Wisconsin. I was so distracted by the fact that I had PowerAde that I forgot I have absolutely no life.
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