BUt anyways, this is a video, satire of course, about why women suck ass. Well, not exactly, its more so about how little women appreciate a decent guy, but hey, they still suck ass.
Click it
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Walt Whitman
I say we had best look our times and lands searchingly in the face, like a physician diagnosing some deep disease. Never was there, perhaps, more hollowness at heart than at present, and here in the United States. Genuine belief seems to have left us. The underlying principles of the States are not honestly believ'd in, (for all this hectic glow, and these melodramatic screamings,) nor is humanity itself believ'd in. What penetrating eye does not everywhere see through the mask? The spectacle is appaling. We live in an atmosphere of hypocrisy throughout. The men believe not in the women, nor the women in the men. A scornful superciliousness rules in literature. The aim of all the littérateurs is to find something to make fun of. A lot of churches, sects, &c., the most dismal phantasms I know, usurp the name of religion. Conversation is a mass of badinage. From deceit in the spirit, the mother of all false deeds, the offspring is already incalculable. An acute and candid person, in the revenue department in Washington, who is led by the course of his employment to regularly visit the cities, north, south and west, to investigate frauds, has talk'd much with me about his discoveries. The depravity of the business classes of our country is not less than has been supposed, but infinitely greater. The official services of America, national, state, and municipal, in all their branches and departments, except the judiciary, are saturated in corruption, bribery, falsehood, mal-administration; and the judiciary is tainted. The great cities reek with respectable as much as non-respectable robbery and scoundrelism. In fashionable life, flippancy, tepid amours, weak infidelism, small aims, or no aims at all, only to kill time. In business, (this all-devouring modern word, business,) the one sole object is, by any means, pecuniary gain. The magician's serpent in the fable ate up all the other serpents; and money-making is our magician's serpent, remaining to-day sole master of the field.
The best class we show, is but a mob of fashionably dress'd speculators and vulgarians. True, indeed, behind this fantastic farce, enacted on the visible stage of society, solid things and stupendous labors are to be discover'd, existing crudely and going on in the background, to advance and tell themselves in time. Yet the truths are none the less terrible. I say that our New World democracy, however great a success in uplifting the masses out of their sloughs, in materialistic development, products, and in a certain highly-deceptive superficial popular intellectuality, is, so far, an almost complete failure in its social aspects, and in really grand religious, moral, literary, and esthetic results. In vain do we march with unprecedented strides to empire so colossal, outvying the antique, beyond Alexander's, beyond the proudest sway of Rome. In vain have we annex'd Texas, California, Alaska, and reach north for Canada and south for Cuba. It is as if we were somehow being endow'd with a vast and more and more thoroughly-appointed body, and then left with little or no soul.
-Excerpt from this essay:
Democratic Vista
The best class we show, is but a mob of fashionably dress'd speculators and vulgarians. True, indeed, behind this fantastic farce, enacted on the visible stage of society, solid things and stupendous labors are to be discover'd, existing crudely and going on in the background, to advance and tell themselves in time. Yet the truths are none the less terrible. I say that our New World democracy, however great a success in uplifting the masses out of their sloughs, in materialistic development, products, and in a certain highly-deceptive superficial popular intellectuality, is, so far, an almost complete failure in its social aspects, and in really grand religious, moral, literary, and esthetic results. In vain do we march with unprecedented strides to empire so colossal, outvying the antique, beyond Alexander's, beyond the proudest sway of Rome. In vain have we annex'd Texas, California, Alaska, and reach north for Canada and south for Cuba. It is as if we were somehow being endow'd with a vast and more and more thoroughly-appointed body, and then left with little or no soul.
-Excerpt from this essay:
Democratic Vista
Another part of the song that the quote at the top of the page is from.
Don't ask me how I manage no one gets paid off to make change.
- Buck 65
- Buck 65
Saturday, May 30, 2009
More from The Book of Disquiet
"What I write, bad as it is, may provide some hurt or sad soul a few moments of distraction from something worse. That's enough for me, or it isn't enough, but it serves some purpose, and so it is with all of life."
THAT is what art should be about.
"To heed the present moment isn't a great or lasting concern of mine. I crave time in all its duration, and I want to be myself unconditionally."
I agree entirely with both of these quotes but especially the second one. We spend our lives being affected by the moment only to be once more forced to do something else in another moment. And its a tedious process no matter how good your life is. You do one thing then do another. Whatever the cause or effect, its only purpose is to satiate those midgets running around in your nervous system telling you what to do. And in doing this that then that then this, we don't always remain ourselves. We protect and hide part of our personalities so as not to offend some people or so we don't embarrass ourselves. I'm not saying I don't do this, but it should be no a goal of all of ours to become someone who is always who we are. Who isn't ashamed of any part of their psyche.
THAT is what art should be about.
"To heed the present moment isn't a great or lasting concern of mine. I crave time in all its duration, and I want to be myself unconditionally."
I agree entirely with both of these quotes but especially the second one. We spend our lives being affected by the moment only to be once more forced to do something else in another moment. And its a tedious process no matter how good your life is. You do one thing then do another. Whatever the cause or effect, its only purpose is to satiate those midgets running around in your nervous system telling you what to do. And in doing this that then that then this, we don't always remain ourselves. We protect and hide part of our personalities so as not to offend some people or so we don't embarrass ourselves. I'm not saying I don't do this, but it should be no a goal of all of ours to become someone who is always who we are. Who isn't ashamed of any part of their psyche.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
On confidence
Confidence is a matter of success.
Certainty is a delusion.
Just because you haven't been successful, doesn't mean you're unqualified. Its taken me a long ass fucking time to realize this, but its quite libertating to know you're not to blame for your incompetencies. Our lives are rabbits pulled out of hats or the wrong card pulled out of some sleeve we'll never see. So fuck every motherfucker that says you're not good enough to be loved, to be trusted, to be accepted, to be adored, to be given any fucking thing.
Certainty is a delusion.
Just because you haven't been successful, doesn't mean you're unqualified. Its taken me a long ass fucking time to realize this, but its quite libertating to know you're not to blame for your incompetencies. Our lives are rabbits pulled out of hats or the wrong card pulled out of some sleeve we'll never see. So fuck every motherfucker that says you're not good enough to be loved, to be trusted, to be accepted, to be adored, to be given any fucking thing.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
From The Book of Disquiet
"I envy-but I'm not sure that I envy-those for whom a biography could be written, or who could write their own. In these random impressions, and with no desire to be other than random, I indifferently narrate my factless autobiography, my lifeless history. These are my Confessions, and if in them I say nothing, it's because I have nothing to say. What is there to confess that's worthwhile or useful? What has happened to us has happened to everyone or only to us; if to everyone, then its no novelty, and if only to us, then it won't be understood. If I write what I feel, it's to reduce the fever of feeling. What I confess is unimportant, because everything is unimportant. I make landscapes out of what I feel. I make holidays of my sensations."
Gotta love some good prose.
Gotta love some good prose.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Females need to get off that sexy shit
Either have some self respect, or have none. The whole point of dressing sexily and being sexy is to get someone thinking about fuckign you, yet if placed in circumstances that may potentially lead to that, you don't wanna be a ho.
Get the fuck out of here.
Get the fuck out of here.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Stupid Girls.
If you need to hear good things from other people to feel good about yourself, you shouldn't feel good about yourself in the first place. A girl is not a princess unless, she is born from some type of royalty, just because your parent insisted on spoiling you as a child, and giving you this false sense of entitlement doesn't mean shit except that they are abusing the rest of the world, for the way you act now. "All women are scandalous fucking actors, and they are good at it"
Something That Caught My Eye.
"For some people
happiness
it’s just a reduction in suffering."
Buddy Wakefield
happiness
it’s just a reduction in suffering."
Buddy Wakefield
Monday, May 18, 2009
On the mediocrity of music
To the man making all the new shadow puppets,
i like your style more worthwhile then rubbish.
a big break for bad taste acting like faith is a face,
a dumpster man singing a dumpster song of redemption,
share the broken note, it's the only note.
people here got thick skin to hold the nothing in.
i like your style more worthwhile then rubbish.
a big break for bad taste acting like faith is a face,
a dumpster man singing a dumpster song of redemption,
share the broken note, it's the only note.
people here got thick skin to hold the nothing in.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Three things:
"Its hard to remember that our lives are such a short time.
Its hard to remember when it lasts such a long time."- Isaac Brock
And
"I don't think that life is short. So I think you should stop saying that. 'Life is short, man.' No it's not! Life is excrusiatingly long. Let me rephrase that. The life you got left is excrusiatingly long. The life behind you, it's done. So yeah, life is short, but only when you turn around and look at it. But if you keep looking forward, you got a lot of years to think about. If you don't think life is long, if you live every day like life is short, you know what you become? A fuckin' asshole. You gotta live your life like someday soon you're gonna hit some miserable Tuesday night that's just gonna seem to go on for days and days and days. Waiting for either some phone call to come that doesn't come or some phone call to stop that won't stop. Because as it's laid out in front of you seems to go on forever. But look back to when you were 4 and it seems like last Sunday. So just keep looking forward and keep your good heart on you and keep doing the best you can do and love who you love the best you can love." -John Mayer
"After all is said and done, we barely have memories. So I write what I feel, sue me if its empty." - Sole
The overarching concept here is just that your life is short, but it can feel long as hell. So do what you want to do with it, but don't feel rushed. You'll live regardless and if you die, you're dead. At least die moving in a direction you want to. And by direction, I simply mean do what you feel you need to as a person, but isn't asking too much of yourself. Its often easy to judge yourself and feel as if you owe something in you or someone else the perfection we think is so possible because its parading across our television screen, but...well...I'll just close with one more quote from Isaack Brock.
"Do you need a lot of what you got to survive?"
Its hard to remember when it lasts such a long time."- Isaac Brock
And
"I don't think that life is short. So I think you should stop saying that. 'Life is short, man.' No it's not! Life is excrusiatingly long. Let me rephrase that. The life you got left is excrusiatingly long. The life behind you, it's done. So yeah, life is short, but only when you turn around and look at it. But if you keep looking forward, you got a lot of years to think about. If you don't think life is long, if you live every day like life is short, you know what you become? A fuckin' asshole. You gotta live your life like someday soon you're gonna hit some miserable Tuesday night that's just gonna seem to go on for days and days and days. Waiting for either some phone call to come that doesn't come or some phone call to stop that won't stop. Because as it's laid out in front of you seems to go on forever. But look back to when you were 4 and it seems like last Sunday. So just keep looking forward and keep your good heart on you and keep doing the best you can do and love who you love the best you can love." -John Mayer
"After all is said and done, we barely have memories. So I write what I feel, sue me if its empty." - Sole
The overarching concept here is just that your life is short, but it can feel long as hell. So do what you want to do with it, but don't feel rushed. You'll live regardless and if you die, you're dead. At least die moving in a direction you want to. And by direction, I simply mean do what you feel you need to as a person, but isn't asking too much of yourself. Its often easy to judge yourself and feel as if you owe something in you or someone else the perfection we think is so possible because its parading across our television screen, but...well...I'll just close with one more quote from Isaack Brock.
"Do you need a lot of what you got to survive?"
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Goddamn I love reading intelligent people's interviews
Doseone had this to say about his spectacular freestyling: "If I’m a good person, but I’m an amazing killer, what am I supposed to do? Well, I’ve just gotta align it, and go kill bad people."
If you doubt his skills, uh, here:
If you doubt his skills too, just try freestyling. And then try assessing the average 'freestyling' rapper. You'll hear them say a bunch of bullshit with perfectly coordinated internal rhymes or you'll find yourself stumbling over words. The art of freestyling truly lies in ones ability to say just what they think while they are thinking fluently into one direction. Doseone does that flawlessly.
And furthermore, after being asked what he's learned from a class he's taught about freestyling and rapping, the following was said:
"The other thing they made me realize—and if people read The Onion and want to come fight me over this, fine—if you don’t freestyle, you really are bullshit. You’re a fish that if I push into the ocean will make cat noises and try to swim to the dirt. They know it, I know it, and Rap Jesus knows. Lil Wayne freestyles his verses, but that’s a function of laziness. They call it “swagger”; I call it grandma ethics. I asked the kids who they’re into, and they go to YouTube and show me Reed Dollaz, who’s kicking these immaculately written freestyles, and I’m like, “Uh, boys, this is not what we do.” It’s like showing me a Van Damme movie in karate class." - Dose.
If you doubt his skills, uh, here:
If you doubt his skills too, just try freestyling. And then try assessing the average 'freestyling' rapper. You'll hear them say a bunch of bullshit with perfectly coordinated internal rhymes or you'll find yourself stumbling over words. The art of freestyling truly lies in ones ability to say just what they think while they are thinking fluently into one direction. Doseone does that flawlessly.
And furthermore, after being asked what he's learned from a class he's taught about freestyling and rapping, the following was said:
"The other thing they made me realize—and if people read The Onion and want to come fight me over this, fine—if you don’t freestyle, you really are bullshit. You’re a fish that if I push into the ocean will make cat noises and try to swim to the dirt. They know it, I know it, and Rap Jesus knows. Lil Wayne freestyles his verses, but that’s a function of laziness. They call it “swagger”; I call it grandma ethics. I asked the kids who they’re into, and they go to YouTube and show me Reed Dollaz, who’s kicking these immaculately written freestyles, and I’m like, “Uh, boys, this is not what we do.” It’s like showing me a Van Damme movie in karate class." - Dose.
Monday, May 11, 2009
Note:
When Everything is helpless, be realistic.
-Sole
To go further than merely quoting this lyric, I'll say that people really need help. We're all defenseless parts of a mechanism much larger than ourselves that we've created. And even the machine we've made is defenseless to nature, therefore we're all fucking helpless. I'm not trying to give anyone a panic attack or advising people to go out and party like its 2099 because anything can happen to you without your influence, I am only saying that you and I and we all should prize our life and our time. It needs to be spent in effort of helping each other on some small or large scale, or a varying and growing scale. Collective effort is all I'm asking for.
-Sole
To go further than merely quoting this lyric, I'll say that people really need help. We're all defenseless parts of a mechanism much larger than ourselves that we've created. And even the machine we've made is defenseless to nature, therefore we're all fucking helpless. I'm not trying to give anyone a panic attack or advising people to go out and party like its 2099 because anything can happen to you without your influence, I am only saying that you and I and we all should prize our life and our time. It needs to be spent in effort of helping each other on some small or large scale, or a varying and growing scale. Collective effort is all I'm asking for.
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Sexual Psychology 101
You can't slap with a vagina.
All jokes aside, you really can't do anything to someone with a vagina because its inwardly created. A penis is outward and almost like a weapon.
On a really basic level, I think this is why men act so much more like the men than women.
All jokes aside, you really can't do anything to someone with a vagina because its inwardly created. A penis is outward and almost like a weapon.
On a really basic level, I think this is why men act so much more like the men than women.
You will become a hypocrite.
You become a liar. YOu try and cover up your own cracks and your own you know. And everybody does it. And thats what being an adult is. THen you have babies...and..thats it.- Thom Yorke
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
A Song for a Better Mood
There are like 2 songs, yes two fucking songs, that have the ability to inspire me. Maybe more. This is one of them. The other I may post some time in the future. But the reason this song is even inspiring to me at all is because the weight of the words used. None of them are empty. They each deliver that feeling you have when you are depressed or feel down and it doesn't paint them as pretty. Nor does it make it as gritty as they can be, but after all, its meant to inspire or help a listener. The song also doesn't make it seem like being happy or happier means you've gotta be completely fucking optimistic about living. Just that you should keep on trying. And in my experience, thats all there has ever really never been: the desire to keep trying. This reminds me of that scene in The Dark Knight when Bruce is feeling afflicted about what to do as a hero for Gotham City. He asks Alfred "People are dying, what would you have me do?" And I swear to GOd one word has never been so appropriate as when Alfred replies, simply saying, "Endure." I got chills the first time I heard that because I was dealing with some female I've mentioned earlier on this blog and frankly, it was what I needed to hear. God that movie was great. Anyways, here's the song: "Dirty Road" by Days of The New.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Charlie Kaufman on Movies being 'dead'
"I just think that there is kind of a one root way of making movies in this culture. And that there's this sort of mindset that it has to be this one thing. And this is the structure of it and this is what has to happen to the characters...In any artform, the world opens up when you take that away and allow yourself to kind of think in a larger and more creative way about the process. So its not movies that I'm questioning, its whats being done with movies."
"I think that film is in a way a dead medium. With theater you've got accidents that can happen, performances that can change, but this is a recording. And so what I try to do is fuse my screenplays with enough information so that upon repeated viewings you can have a different experience. Rather than the movie goes linearly to one thing and at the end it tells you what the movies about.
Statement of Intent to I.
Take what you can from it.
I've gotta stop being so fucking poetic with the way I think. It seems the state of mind I'm in exaggerates my depression and afflictions to the point that they're more than just fucking feelings. I don't know nearly enough about physiology, but it just feels like whatever I feel has to be taken in some undertow of anxiety and worry. Even when I'm feeling relatively happy or not depressed, I bring myself down thinking of how once I get removed from this group of people, life will go back to inane shit. I know it has something to do with my hypochondriasis and neurosis, in the sense that I exacerbate my feelings which means I probably have a chemical imbalance, but shit. The fuck is depression you know? Its merely worrying, anxiousness, and depravity really. And thats what I've been working on getting myself away from. Can't tell if I'm even making fucking progress, but I'll be damned if I act like anyone normal enough to cast aside their insecurity or feelings of shame just so that I can be accepted, have millions of friends, a dumbass girlfriend, and love life more than its loved me.
Something just doesn't feel right. It feels like I'm fighting what makes me a human, and for that reason, I don't think I'll ever become the mature person I want to be. WHich is merely a humble man who accepts the lack of control he has and also does what he can to help people who help him and/or desperately need help. its like I'm trying to do the impossible solely for the sake of self-recognition and nobility. Its fucking pointless because no one gives a shit unless you beat yourself to death just so they can smile and know they'll die happily. And its bullshit. Utterly unfair that I be in the place I'm in when all I've done is cared.
There isn't even any fucking intent in this. Whatever.
I've gotta stop being so fucking poetic with the way I think. It seems the state of mind I'm in exaggerates my depression and afflictions to the point that they're more than just fucking feelings. I don't know nearly enough about physiology, but it just feels like whatever I feel has to be taken in some undertow of anxiety and worry. Even when I'm feeling relatively happy or not depressed, I bring myself down thinking of how once I get removed from this group of people, life will go back to inane shit. I know it has something to do with my hypochondriasis and neurosis, in the sense that I exacerbate my feelings which means I probably have a chemical imbalance, but shit. The fuck is depression you know? Its merely worrying, anxiousness, and depravity really. And thats what I've been working on getting myself away from. Can't tell if I'm even making fucking progress, but I'll be damned if I act like anyone normal enough to cast aside their insecurity or feelings of shame just so that I can be accepted, have millions of friends, a dumbass girlfriend, and love life more than its loved me.
Something just doesn't feel right. It feels like I'm fighting what makes me a human, and for that reason, I don't think I'll ever become the mature person I want to be. WHich is merely a humble man who accepts the lack of control he has and also does what he can to help people who help him and/or desperately need help. its like I'm trying to do the impossible solely for the sake of self-recognition and nobility. Its fucking pointless because no one gives a shit unless you beat yourself to death just so they can smile and know they'll die happily. And its bullshit. Utterly unfair that I be in the place I'm in when all I've done is cared.
There isn't even any fucking intent in this. Whatever.
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