What I miss most since this time last winter?
I am the worst writer I have ever read. I just reread that last post and it was so boring. Its so hard when you get in a routine to have critical opinions about intellectually stimulating things when you are so absorbed in a daily routine from nine to five. You go to work and invest so much time in a particular industry, success of an organization, family, "real world", that the balance of those things absorbs all mind stimulated time available to someone in a day. No one should study 24 hours a day, and to those who think otherwise, I usually don't get along with you too well. Well I do, because I get along with everyone, but behind your back I say mean things about you. There needs to be time for the nothingness, the social activity, the mind meltout with whatever personal vice it is you engage in; the social education of opinion, critique, and bullheaded stubborness.
When you are balancing the combination of the daily routine and the necessary meltout time, you begin to lose the theoretical education, the creation of nonsensical opinion pieces about worldly issues and topics, and you begin to have nothing to say to people other than what you've done already this week. Social conversations become about work alone, the stresses of the everyday, the deals you wielded, and and the water cooler jargon that floods your brain from everyone else's boring routine.
I re-read posts like that of my trip to the Bedouin show and I begin to miss undergraduate education, the freedom that comes with living emersed in academia and the one thing I can admitedly miss is the ability to dive into a random theory for two hours, write a journal like paper of free thought backed by academic evidence and for it to mean nothing more than the evolution of my opinion on a random aspect of the world's operations.
Above all else, this is what I miss from last winter; and it makes me sad.
Sounding a Mosaic, in the middle of a snow sqawl.
Yesterday, the Greater Toronto Area geologically sucked. My day began at 7am with a 3 hour trek to Mississauga in the middle of a snow sqawl which according to local news caused almost 200 accidents in the course of 2 mornign traffic hours. My energy and focus for this hellish work day was fueled solely by the news that my darling lady friend Carrie had secured two tickets to go see a performance by Bedouin Soundclash and Guest (The Junction) at Big Buck's Lodge in Burlington, or as is appropriately called by our local radio station Girlington because of the attractive nature of the majority of the other women there. However, Carrie still somehow ranked most attractive solely because of her ability not to look like a drunken fool on the dance floor as opposed to every attrativO running around us.
I've asked that Carrie write something for Seeds and Applesauce because of our frequent cultural escapades of late, and I dont feel it fair that is always left to my nonsensical ramblings to document the fun we have when out and about on the town; regardless here we go again.
We checked out Bar Italia on College Street for dinner, and dispite the most inept yet compassionate server I've had in a long time, I was treated to a bounty of a meal consisting of some wine and a really nice Risotto with Grilled Chicked, Portabello's, and Spinach strewn throughout. After much debate Carrie went with a nice Rigatoni in a blush sauce with Sausage, Rapini, and of course the choice of the season, portabello mushrooms. The meal was fatiguing, and I blame the liar of a light pasta Rissoto, and the house red, but nevertheless we made our way in horrendous wintery conditions westward to Burlington, land of the industrial boring, to see what could most likely be dubbed a top five of my most favorite of Canadian bands.
Their overly high ranking is in most part due to the childhood relationship I share with their drummer Pat Pengelly. We grew up together in Kingston, Ontario, frequenting tournaments of mini stick hockey, summer baseball, and the occasional school assembly or function with him on drums, and myself on drama queen performace roll. Regardless, it is amazging to see such success for a guy who used be a siv of a mini stick goalie. Another small note on Pat. Everytime I go to show, despite their increasing international popularity he has never onced passed me by without recognizing me, stopping to say hi, whats up, new, and thanks so much for coming. Now, prior to Pat's touring with Bedouin, I had not seen him in close to ten years, and reagardless of that enormous span of life, and all the faces he has to no doubt deal with after a performance for half a thousand people evernight, he still manages to remember my name, face, and our past. To me that is incredibly respectful and to that I throw a virtual cheers to Mr. Pengelly for being a stand up guy! Now sign my CD. Hah.
Alright, enough KissAssery. Well enough Pat KissAssery, now on to the Bedouin Group Kissassery. Every time I hear this band play I am impressed. They truly sound better live than recorded. A lot of this has to do with the use of reverb on lead singer Jay Malinowski's vocals on the majority of their songs live, which has this ablility to fill a room and when combined with the bass, drums, and his own lead guitar give so much more sound than a three piece ensemble should allow.
In my own social circle, Bedouin has taken a lot of heat lately, because of the mainstreams ability to saturate the public's ears with their single "When the Night Feels My Song". Recently voted best new single at some award show by Molson and the Edge radio station called the Casby's, "When the Night feels my Song" sadly isnt even close to one of their best songs. They dropped a hint last night that their next single to drop first in the UK in December and then to follow in North America in the spring will be a combination single combining a cover of U2's "New Years Day" and their own track "Shelter". They played this track last night, and it's good. Really good.
One might critique a band for releasing a cover as their second single and say that they are risking one hit wonder status making that move. FOR SHAME, I say to those listeners, solely because the recorded version of "New Years Day" was produced by Ian Broudie and Steve Harris in the UK, who also produced the original by U2.
If you have never checked out Bedouin before, please do, their link is listed at the end of my Phresh Phaces and Spaces section on the right column of this blog. Last night's show was just like all the others I've seen; really fuking good, and thats the most straigtforward review I can give you.
The best part about the show last night is that I finally got to restock both of their albums into my collection which were stolen during our Super Bowl Kegger last January. I guess thats one way to spread their good word.
Introducing "In The Headlines"
Seeds and Applesauce is happy to announce that finally after what was the better part of two months, that the BBC has given this blog address access to feature its daily headlines.
I enjoy BBC reporting, I find it fairly centrist in nature and varied in global coverage, with a natural english pendency to feature futbol headlines as much as possible.
Global unrest, dandy; fast coverage of natural disaster after natural disaster, super; knowing that my dear Liverpool is still off in la la land, and that wigan enjoys messing with odds makers, entertainment for all.
If you like, everyday you can see what's happening in the world according to BBC coverage in the right column of this site right under my own archived blurbs.
Cheers.
Get in the Now.
I find it increasingly difficult to co-exist with twenty somethings who are completely techno and topically illiterate. When I say topically illiterate I am speaking of people who know nothing of world events unless it has to do with who Nicole Kidman is seeing or why Jude slept with someone else when Sienna Miller is a gift from the heavens. While being technologically inept and not knowing what is happening on the global news wire are clearly far from relateable topics, I somehow find that one is always blended in with another when it comes to those who increasingly annoy me.
Some people are just plain boring, which is not really a fault as much as it is a uncompatible personal characteristic with mine own. And the accelerated boredom comes along with my trying to maintaing relationships with certain people. Maybe its my past academics, maybe its my thirst for video games, and possibly its just that I spend a lot of my office day in front of this screen, but for whatever reason, the majority of the people who live in the town which I currently reside, and of whom I strongly consider my close friends are incredibly BLAH!
There are no many a reason for this outside of a lack of worldly know how and a indifference towards mechanics of communication in the modern day. For instance, text messaging: its not as though the concept of texting someone is incredibly foreign or difficult to wrap your head around. Nor is it costly. The worst thing in the world is when someone says to me, hey I got your text but its too expensive to send one back to you, or it takes too long. Oh CMON, everyone goes over their minutes on a cell phone bill, and youre telling me that the less than fifty cents it takes to return a text message (if even that, because most plans come embedded with texting free now despite your cost thought) is too much of a hassle to let me know your around without having to get into the annoying pain that comes along with a verbal conversation. Traditional phone conversations are boring, they are stagnant, and demand complete attention.
Im sorry, but at no point anymore am I only doing one thing. This phrase alone can be as shallow as meaning I am watching TV and would rather text you a conversation than have you interupt my viewing how big of a number of escapees prison break is going to get to before they decide to just storm the front gate and see who makes it. Stupid show, yet oddly addictive, I mean check out that tattoo.
This is worst at the bar, when I get a text message and someone harps on me for texting in a social hub that is the pub. Im sorry, but maybe if you could engage me in a conversation worth fighting for as opposed to my constant attempt to see if you've listened to or heard or felt for anything other than your science, teaching, or glamour mag in a while, then maybe texting the hottie who reads the paper, may become less of an intriguing scenario.
Granted no one who would ever read this would be who I am talking about, because you've managed to find this page in the first place. But if all of you could write a sticky note or mail a letter to the boring (mostly will be teachers {no offence nicole, its not you im talking about}) that they need to get in the now, it would be most appreciated for my social psyche.
be interesting.
Sir, you smell great: Ma'am, I love you.
Its so easy for man to fall in love with woman. Sometimes I wonder if women meet bi-weekly or so to practice their tactics and rehearse means by which to make men fall in love with them. It just seems as though its so easy for you all, to cleverly win us over at any point of any day regardless of mood or desire.
In hindsight though, its not really that hard to make a man fall in love with you. The process is actually quite simple, for outside of our superior rationality, natural ability to aid and provide, stunning good looks, and comforting love mechanics, we are creatures with very basic means by which to be blurred by a girl.
You see, the reason that man is so susceptible to crushing foolishly over a multitude of women at any time is that we have very small criteria by which a women needs to appeal to our emotions; are you attractive to me? Though shallow, the answer to this question is all a guy needs from his side of the relationship to fall for you. The rest is up to you.
The nice thing for you girls at this point, is that your role in the man falling for you dynamic is also very simple; and dangerously a position of constant manipulation if operated appropriately. After we find you attractive, the only thing we need to hear from you at this point is shameless, personal flattery.
You see, the man world is very competitive, and everything in our mindset revolves around competition. This concept explains professional sports alone. We need to be the best, be associated with the best, or at times lie and pretend we know the best but really only were introduced at a mutual friends party but never really said more than "Nice to meet you".
For this reason alone, women have an incredible opportunity to make men fall over flat for them, by simple complimentary jargon. Here is a brief cheat sheet to help you get a guy to be all over you:
- You are so strong, fast, or agile: Works nicely after pick up basketball or football games
- Your wallet is so big: A clever inuendo that will result in you not only having us fall for you, but also have us continue to buy you things.
- I really like your style, car, shoes, and the way your hair makes your muscles look bigger: Versatile usability with all of the previous.
- Clever flattery of our lovin' ability. Sure the first few times with someone are often more beneficial for the guy than the girl, and this is usually due to the intoxication factor in the birth of modern relationships. But spouting a few "gosh that was great" words, after your mild dissapointment, will keep us coming back and back and back again. *Note: That was also an inuendo.
Any of the above given man's attraction criteria will have us nustled up to you in no time, but keep in mind that men are also extremely cunning and witty. Be careful not to lose your power of persuasion to the dynamic fox like characteristics of we clever bastards.
Did you know wit is on the Y chromozone. That and back hair apparently.
Maybe tonight it will rain Fire?
If I were to pick a new favorite season, it would have to be this new concoction Ontario has cooked up, which after much deliberation, believe should be called "All". After all, this new season does fall in the traditional timeframe of Fall, but with obvious differences form the historic properties the october to december season has offered in past.
In what has become an artistic palette of weather, November the eighteenth in funny southern Ontario has taken in the whole scope that beautiful Canada offers its weather enthusiasts. I woke up on this single day to a beautiful ray of sunshine beaming through my morning window. As if inspired by my morning shower alone, I exited my house on the way to work to an annoying little Vancouver like drizzle amongst a cold wind slapping into my face. After the rain, came back the sun to warm the world around me and inspire all the joy Friday brings to the working world. But now, I look outside my window into a what has been a gradient transformation from blue to grey sky into what I would consider the first snowfall of the year.
I remember when the first snowfall of the year was an all day affair. Cocoa warmed, marshmellows bought, snowpants put on, and a fort waiting in the winds to be built. Those were the days of traditional Fall. But oh no, not during "All". For the novelty of "All" is that we get to sit back, ponder the 9 variations of clothing warmth that could have been suitable to wear today, and bask in the wonder that is all that Canadian weather has to offer.
This is not a complaint, it is a wonderous awe. Its not a hurricane, an earthquake, a tornado, or typhoon. Canada is beautiful while being annoying, and if an annoying palette of percipitation is all that I have to worry about in the climate meltdown that is our planet, then paint me cold and smiley.
Maybe mother nature just thinks, that because we are so saturated with images and messages in modern times that she should start mixing all her glory into a 3 hour primetime like window so that we have to remember she's there because of sheer amazement of how whacked the weather is. If NBC were to broadcast weather they could call this day, MUST SEE UV.
I think I just saw Ross rolling a snowball. A snowball full of lame jokes
A Summation on thoughts of this medium we call Blogs
My dearest of friend Nicole is currently studying at the University of Windsor finishing the steps necessary to become a teacher. Who knew, but in the modern teaching realm media is actually becoming an important force in the tools necessary to educate the youth of tommorow (NOW HONOUR MY UNDERGRAD UNIQUELY ALREADY, ITS NOT A BA, ITS A BMS).
In the midst of her study a conversation has come up on blogs, and seeing as we are clearly in love she asked me to help her out with a little Blog study and the pros, cons, and questions that arise when looking at the world of web logs.
So, even though this will be redundant and known to many of you who read this, I wanted to post the write up I made for her and her studies on what exactly one might think blogging brings to the modern day.
Dewaard deserves some credit for this write-up as it was framed by our comments back and forth of late. Cheers to him.
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Of all forms of media, the new age of blogging takes incredible steps towards a democratic world of journalism, conversation, and the ability for the voices of the people of the public sphere to be heard. It is important though, that people who invest their time in blogs, do not take the world of blog journalism and reporting as actual and true. When one asks whether blogging is good or bad, the answer must always lie as neither, as the use of web logs as a source of information severly blurs the lines of entertainment, news, opinion, and most frequently lies and truth.
On the plus side, blogs can be a great way of getting news & information quickly - from knowledgeable folk. However, blogs can also be propoganda, sales hype, unfounded opinion, narrow & biased slants, or just baldfaced lies. As always when reading or listening to anything, one must first consider the source, then use the writer's point of view as a starting point to do one's homework. Yeah, that means expending more mental energy, but what is the alternative?
In a media saturated age, any form of education via the media must be taken with a grain of salt. Above all else blogs now provide a medium for the many to voice their concerns and opinions any topical in the modern world. From politics to poverty, war to whatever, the blogosphere provides a unique commons for any one with access to the internet to be a part of the popular voice.
This however raises a second issue with the benefits that can often enchant the onlooker into the democratic positives that blogging provides. While yes, web logs open a commons for all to write in, and blogging is the most advanced and incredible form of democratic media available to the common man, it is important to realize that by no means is the blogging world a public nor open source venture.
Blogger, the worlds most dominant web log provider is owned by google. Every blog you see ending in ".blogspot.com" is googles property. Just as Viacom, NewsCorp, Disney, and TimeWarner own the voices of the mainstream media of television, print, and radio, so do private enterprises control the accessibility of the blog world. Though at any point on my private blog I could write "Damn Google, and all its practices", were push come to shove, Google could choose to remove my words and alienate my voice from the world wide web.
While this alone is enough to realize that blogs on the modern web are nothing more than veils for mechanisms of control, it is also important to remember that though the internet is a vast sweeping media, with a larger and more affordable reach than any other of the dominant medium available, it is still a tool for the relatively rich. You will not see many frequent kept blogs from Zimbabwe, or Haiti, or Sudan. And while an incredilbe number of the worlds population can now access some form of global voice via their personal PC's, it will be decades if even ever that the whole world be afforded the luxury that so many bloggers currently have.
With that in mind, there are incredible benefits. With my blog alone (
www.heknowswords.blogspot.com) I have been able to maintain contact with friends from Ontario who have moved to Australia, South Korea, Indonesia, Taiwan, England, Holland, Wales, Tanzania, Brazil, Los Angelas, New York, Vancouver, with so many more on top of those few. I have become a global entity without ever leaving the comfort of my keyboard, and I have met and made plans to meet people from places I never thought I would.
As an artist, an aspiring writer, a media literate student, and as simply a social person, I am amazed at the novelty to which blogging provides me in the global village. Everyday I am not only afforded the luxury of writing to as large an audience available to any journalist, I am also given the opportunity to converse, critique, or comment with so many others blogs as they do mine, which in turn creates relationships and furthers the growth of my beliefs and values about people, places, and things all over this planet.
As the world moves from Empires of the Nation State, to Empires of the Transnational Corporation, mediums like that of web logs are a means by which to get under the radar and use the mechanisms of the powerful to create a community of the people that can compete with a world controlled without borders, time, or space. Without a doubt Blogging most certainly provides an opportunity to learn and further the ability of the world's most incredible commodity; the people who live it out everyday.
Allo? Is this Korea
I was thrown into the future last night, as I was given the opportunity to talk with my bros from other ho's (sorry Mrs malik and blitztein, but it rhymed) who are all the way in sunny Kwangju, South Korea.
I had been wanting so badly to get in touch with two of my old roommates who went to Korea to teach this past September and have been keeping it cultural while soaking in what is supposed to be the art and cultural capital of Korea. From time to time, we have shouted back and forth some emails, they've sent me some pictures and told me horror stories of that which our little darling Cid has gotten up to, loving life surrounded by a pile of G.I's in the middle of Seoul. Cid just stay alive alright.
However, despite the joy that pictures and stale conversations via the what used to be amazing medium of email, last night MSN provided me with a free service that I never knew could go down. I had what was the better part of an hour video and teleconversation for free with both Aaron and Nomi in South Korea. Who knew that for no cost other than having to log onto to MSN and face the barage of awkward internet conversations from faces of the past, I could also have a meaningful, clear, and comfortable teleconference from the comfort of my brothers room.
That wonderful Mr. Gates; thanks to his golden future thumb has given me an even more convenient way to see the other side of the world as far as Aaron's webcam cord could reach. I wonder if in a few years I will only have to slide on a headset and some goggles and with the wonder of the web I will be thrown into a virtual playground where whether in Korea, Kazakstan, Canada, or Cuba, we can all hug and dance, and drink, and smoke while virtually making fun of Cid for making out with representatives from all sides of a Korean Cold War in one night.
Though they don't want people to know, because they are lazy, Nomi and Aaron have started a blog and though post infrequently can be located at
www.whahappeninkorea.blogspot.comPost a comment, and encourage them to get on the blogbandwagon, they are funny and adventurous kids, making 2 millwon dollars a month, and a bunch of tech toys documenting their lives to prove it.
Jarhead - Both a Term for the Movie and the Idiots leaving the theater
Went with Steve to see
Jarhead last night. After a lot of hype of personal anticipation to see what I thought would be a platoon and full metal jacket medly of Operation Desert Storm I was oddly pleased by what turned out to be a much different movie than I thought.
The film basically follows a regiment of scout-sniper marines who were trained for combat as the Iraqi/Kuwait conflict first spawned 12 so odd years ago. The scout-sniper aspect is actually incredibly important to how this film is framed, and I intend this post as trailer clarity moreso than movie spoiler.
Scout Snipers have a historically unique and valued role in the military. I stress historically for the first Iraq war was the first global battle fought by a dominant technological presence moreso than on the ground soldier versus soldier battles. I can remember watching the news in the early nineties and all the attacks being documented as air strikes; scud missiles versus the american airforce. The role of the scout sniper did not fit into the first Desert Storm and many soldiers, who were sent as a public relations for freedom campaign for pappa Bush in truth just scaring off would be Saudi Oil insurgents.
Jarhead is a case study for an oversaturated military ground force who went to Iraq to sit and wait for the war to be over. The film follows the slow and emotional downfall of soldiers who were sent to Iraq thinking they were to be a part of a World War III only to sit and watch as pilots flew overhead and beat down the middle east. Jarhead is an excellent representation of the difference between modern military and the myth that lies with being a soldier. The film dips heavily on the theme of the loss of agency in the American war machine, as soldiers who were part of Operation Desert Shield sat in the desert while the lives they knew back home crumble at no fault of their own.
Jarhead is not a war movie for those who like the blow em up, watch em die war flicks like Tears of the Sun, and Platoon. This is a mental mind twist that somehow can be both an advertisement for the novelty of becoming a marine, while also being an incredible critique of the veil that the American Administration has put on its people to what role is actually available to preserve the ideals of a country, and what roles are available simply to further military contracts while keeping the tradition of being a soldier alive in a modern technologically driven battlefield.
So much so is this movie towing the line between propaganda and dissent, that as I walked out of the theater cringing at how any individual can be so numb to be personally driven by becoming a modern soldier, behind me walked three "think Im an anarchist, love the Daily Show" kind of posers that couldnt help verbalizing their hate for the movie thinking it was a 2 hour commercial for how great the military is.
Did they even watch the film, because they certainly didnt get the gist. Personally, Im not one to say propaganda is driven out of a film which examines the mind meltout of 20 year old American boys who were, and this is a film quote, "Dumb enough to sign a contract", and forced to watch their lives crumble sitting in burning oilfields with all the novelty of being a trained killer exhausted by bombs and gasses from days prior.
Voices of Dissent can be so stupid sometimes.
What came first, the Comment or the Post?
In reference to an anonymous comment in yesterday's post. first of all thank you for the paragraph of opinion from anonymous, though you must reveal your name to make your point ring absolutely true.
"Anyone aspiring for public office, goes through moments of self-righteousness" (Kundera)I completely agree with that which you've said, in that (paraphrasing of course) it is important to continue to write openly via an available medium if intrigued in maintaining ones ideals. Although, that which I would love to see changed in the modern working world is that the veil of importance people put on personal values and political thought not reflect on your position nor ability to get a particular job done.
I am now in the industry of intellectual property and unfortunately, popularity and likeness is a direct co-relation to someone deciding that you are the right person to manage a project.
However, I have fully invested myself into the non-profit and community organizations of the project management realm resulting in that which you frame as "counter" culture, is actually traditional youth mindset.
The medium is indeed the message, and simply being involved in the most democratic form of self driven press available to the public is enough for me to continue to write on this medium furthering the message of independent and free media, though under a very omnipresent force; Google. Despite the awkward feeling one gets when blogs written in twenty minutes over a tea and a lunch break become that which you have to represent yourself as, once more and more of your peers start reading your words.
Not that this blog even receives that many hits, so really its not even an issue, yet!
Ive been fairly absent from writing on this journal for the last little while, and yes, I am aware that to some of you online writers a friday to tuesday breach in posting is not exactly a long haul. I do spend a lot of time on the internet, however, so for me it seems like a bit of a social writers block.
The social writers block of current is stemmed from the exciting events that are happening in the world of Atypical Industries. Developing your own company is quite the exciting process and to a large extent I can now see how getting involved in different resume building activities voluntarily while at school is now in the long run paying off. Involving myself in the growth of an event, project for print, or simply the stupidity that was student government gave me excellent training for the random inner self demands that come out of wanting to see your own company come to fruition.
We finally have decided upon the exact services we offer, and www.atypical.ca will be up and running sometime this week. We are constantly developing proposals for work with non-profit and corporate entities a like, and a large part of the moral fibre I so wanted to hang on to coming out of the idealistic factory that was the MIT undergraduate program at Western is now possible in the wake of working by my own terms on my own accord.
This is most likely a shameless plug, slowly and subconciously embedding my sales tactics and force into your psyche's, so as you continue to read hold on to your wallets. I'm kidding, friends are for playing with not marketing. Nevertheless if you hear of someone needing Project Managers in the IT - Events - and Brand Management realms, look no further than your puffy cheeked friend in the city.
I wonder though, as I further my name via the Internet and the benefits that promoting myself as a brand become more an important financial investment to my existence, how long can I continue to write nonsense and ballihoo via this medium.
Everytime I think of the negatives that come out of bearing personals over the internet, or am mentioned that this cultural scenario from an influencial entity may effect my existence in the business realm, I remind myself that the growth of the public commons via media like blogger are exactly the ideals I want to fawn over to friends and co-workers alike as we all move forward in both public and personal importance that lies in being an accomplished figure in the public sphere.
Wait Wait Wait - Was that Eano writing Emotionally?
Its incredibly interesting to have the social role I do. I am entrusted by so many, with incredible secrets that I am to die before revealing to the same peers who are sharing like secrets with me across the room an hour later. Its quite the set up Ive evolved into, and I blame heavily my social status with girls. I keep a lot of 'lady friends' and along with the occasional date, kiss, hug, and glass of wine comes secrets, oh the secrets that can only be shared with myself because girls are too catty to tell one another anything of personal value at risk of it being used against them down the road.
The reason its okay to share with a guy that you trust is very simple. We care so much that we don't care. And granted, this heartfelt understanding that I provide the ladies of my life does spawn out of a continued desire to make out with them in the near future despite their secret flaws and self doubts that they throw upon me in the meantime. Quirks and faults make people perfect, and the irony embedded in comments like "we care so much that we don't care" or "faults make people perfect" are just some of the unique amazings that come along with human nature.
I went to the see a movie last night, and "
shop girl" was actually very well done. Another
Alfie like romance film that continues to feel built more for man than for women despite the shuning grimaces felt from any guy who to whom I mentioned I was going to see the movie. Its funny though, how these romantic tales written by men are marketed falsely to draw women into the theater when really they are emotional viewings of the modern man. Before this post develops into a sadass tell all, for the faults of my romantic existence, I will stop in the hopes of not getting punched during the next pick up basketball game I engage in; because apparently those are on the horizon.
The best or potentially worst part, depending on how you perceive the situation or care for me, about being the vault for so many, is how very few people have any idea about the secrets I keep, or things I choose not to say were it not for the man in the mirror that sometimes lends a ear to a vent out. I thank the inventor of moleskins now nearly everyday in written form as a signature to my personal posts within my little black book for letting me divulge the world that no one knows.
If you havn't seen the movie stop reading now, for the following sentences will just result in obscure reference. I'm sure the personality type which I have self painted above will change in the near future as no doubt an inevitable shop girl of my own will turn up and all that is quietly mine will want to be hungrily theirs. The question remains (and sorry for those who have no idea about the premise of the movie), that when the inevitable Miss Danes of my life does turn up, will I end up being the Font Writer or the Symbolic Logicist to her counter help?
ahh emotions, the foundation of art, so I've heard.
Thankyou Sir Sanford Flemming, you made me a regular man!
I have to give some kudos to the invention of standard time and the event that is Daylight savings. Were it not for having to turn the clocks back an hour or so, I would worry about my current state of employment, because for the longest time I have been showing up at work around 10:30. Its not my fault really, I do blame my undergraduate carreer for now being the worst morning person in the working world. In highschool, I was a champ, my mother would say time for school at ten to 8 in the morning, and I would be up like a jimmy on prom night. That was weird. Due to the nature that is living away at school, my goodmorning vibes, turned into nocturnal bribes where I now do anything and everything to avoid waking up. So goes the nature of falling asleep at 3 to 5 am nearly everynight. Now that I'm in the working world, a standard 2am bedtime still awaits me. Its caused me to develop a pendency to find any form of medication that causes drowziness around 11pm at night. See its not really like I'm addicted when I search out any form of cold and flu, or gravol like medicine because I always have somewhat of a winter cold because of my smoking habit (which is slowly dwindling). Theres no sleep greater than the half daze drift off that is caused by Ibuprofen's and Pseudoephedrine's. Man that sounds like a problem, Im outta control.
I think the over the counter dope has gone to my head, because I've gone off tangent about what it was I really was talking about. Standard time and the loss of an hour has saved my job. I wake up with a mental alarm, no lie, and I think its hereditary because my Dad always tell me of his never fail 6am or dead wake up call. Now I've been consistently waking up at 10to10 for the past 6 months, never fail, but now with the loss of an hour, my body stirs at 10to9 getting me to work exactly when I should be there. Hot Damn!
Needless to say my client is overjoyed, and Cancer is an hour earlier to a cure everyday. So kids, the moral of this story, is do some dope, but lock your job on a rope, so that in the morning you won't mope, and with your mornings you can cope.
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