Eye of the Storm

2007-01-21T22:32:00.000-08:00

I've left this site. Write me a Eulogy, and who knows, maybe I'll read it some day.

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2006-12-17T13:08:00.000-08:00

I'm making a christmas mix, who wants one?

I'm also taking song recommendations.

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2006-12-04T20:49:00.000-08:00

You might not be addicted to Nintendo, but everyone likes to play games. Show us your game face!

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2006-12-04T20:38:00.000-08:00

What is the greatest invention of all time?

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2006-12-04T20:35:00.000-08:00

What's the worst trouble you've ever gotten yourself into?

I did get walked out of my job at a supermarket in handcuffs.

By the police, not by my friends.

And thanks to my "under 18" status, no one ever has to know why.

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2006-12-04T20:32:00.000-08:00

You might not be addicted to Nintendo, but everyone likes to play games. Show us your game face!

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2006-12-04T20:20:00.000-08:00

Dear Consumating:

I have Returned.

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2006-11-03T06:35:00.000-08:00

I'm sorry to say it, but officially, I will not be at Prom-Sumating.

Kill Me.

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2006-10-03T00:44:00.000-07:00

I propose that everyone starts playing "Six Degrees". I'll start.

Link Bruce Campbell to Ryan Reynolds in six movies or less. Go.

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2006-10-03T00:23:00.000-07:00

Are you more often the rescued or the rescuer?

I'm the person people get rescued from.

I'm trying though. I'm trying to bring it back. I want to be a rescuer.

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2006-09-30T02:38:00.000-07:00

You are so embarrassing, we can't take you anywhere!

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2006-09-26T03:11:00.000-07:00

Imagine that we just stepped on your puppy. Give us the dirtiest of dirty looks!

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2006-09-26T02:59:00.000-07:00

What skeletons live in your closet?

All I've ever wanted in life was to be loved. To be respected. To be looked up to.

I don't have a story. I'll tell you I do, in person. I'll make you shed tears for a boy who never was and never will be. But thats not me. I'm not that boy, and my lifes not that interesting.

I'm just a person.

You want to know what skeletons are in my closet? They don't have names. Just like dreams, they don't get names, just pictures, moments, and ideals. Thats what they are, I suppose. pictures moments and ideals. Dreams unrealized.

I don't think theres a picture for that.

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2006-09-16T02:57:00.000-07:00

Warriors!!!!!!

Come out and Play!!!!

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2006-09-16T02:52:00.000-07:00

It's Talk Like A Pirate Day! Get out your eyepatches and peg legs!

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2006-09-11T00:56:00.000-07:00

You have 24 Hours to Live.

How do you spend it?

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2006-08-25T04:58:00.000-07:00

Alright, time for round two of "You reply here, and I'll pick what song you are." I've got a whole bunch of new music since last time, so I think I'm ready. (If your profile is barren, i reserve the right to turn you down. fyi)

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2006-08-23T15:21:00.000-07:00

Since Buffalo is a consu-deadzone, I'm putting together a meeting here.

I'll take you all out for wings, no lies.

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2006-08-21T14:58:00.000-07:00

What is the worst mistake you ever made?

I have a list of worsts, but they're all around girls and such, and really, how does one judge which mistake made over a woman is greater than all the rest?

As such, the worst mistake I ever made was simply this:

In essence, there isn't one. I'm still alive, happy (mostly), and going along with what gets thrown at me from day to day.

Either that, or whatever this is.

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2006-08-18T17:57:00.000-07:00

I'm in Long Island!

How should I entertain myself tonight?

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2006-08-14T23:36:00.000-07:00

The most eloquent, poetic, thought out, tragic, emotional and/or beautiful thing most people will ever write will be, ironically enough, their own suicide note.

Write yours. Only, minus the messy end.

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2006-08-14T00:02:00.000-07:00

So, uh... what turns YOU on?

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2006-08-11T10:58:00.000-07:00

So, heres the deal.All the people that reply in the next 48 hours get a mix cd. (understand, this means you'll be giving me your address) on the caveat that you in turn, send me one back.
It is now 14:00 PM eastern time, August 11, 2006.

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2006-08-09T16:32:00.000-07:00

I don't have the internet right now, but to be honest, I don't miss it so much. bye for now, consumating.

I predict a riot.

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2006-08-02T18:57:00.000-07:00

I won't be on for a few days whilst I traipse about Otakon in baltimore. If you have my number/are on the text message list, feel free to hit me up.

Otherwise, leave a message at the void of blank space.

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Music's Anesthesia

2005-12-08T21:32:00.000-08:00

Stop all that you are doing right now, and look around you.

Do You, or Are you:
A) Wearing Headphones
B) Have a Stereo nearby, playing.
C) Have a music playing program running on your system (winamp, itunes, wmp, or the like)
D) Listening to the music playing at the coffee shop/internet cafe you are currently occupying. (let me dream that many people read this.)

I'm willing to bet that most of you are doing one of the above (over 70%). And this, really, is what's provoking this entry. Now, before I get starte, let me admit this: I am as guilty as anyone else. I carry an iPod, filled to the brim, with headphones or a radio adapter which could nearly as efficently plug directly into my skull. Though, as much as it would cut midle man, I've seen ghost in the shell enough times to fear having any sort of plug in my body, anywhere. ut thats besides the point. Lets get into it.

Are our own thoughts really so boring? It's gotten to the point where the very idea of walking someplace alone without some kind of audio device pushing lyric into our ears is almost frightening. I can only imagine the corallary between this and iPod sales. As technology allows us to constantly become more dependent upon it, it will take shape in more ways that we view as nessessary. I can only imagine whats next. I mean sure, Sony put walkmans on the market in the 80's, but the clutter of carrying around tapes (and later, cds) kept them limited, to a degree. They were popular, without a doubt, but not to the point of near saturation. I predict that, within five years (a wide margin, I'm willing to go as low as two), Not only will iPods become as common as cell phones (as if they aren't already), but that the two will likely have fused. I've heard talk that the next generation of iPods will feature satillite radio compatibility, so perhaps my two year guess was closer. Considering that mp3 playing cell phones have existed for a couple years now (with a small amount of space, and more problems to boot), the idea hardly seems like a prediction so much as something that I patiently wait for.

But why? Are we so intent upon drowning out everyone else? Are our own thoughts so boring? Or the reverse? Are they so engaging that we wish to be constantly maranading in them? Like some sort of Brain Stew. (ha. ha.) Or, perhaps, do we simply have a constant need to continue assaulting our brains with an endless feed of stimulation? As much as I would like to hope that we're becoming more introspective as a people, I fear it is likely the latter. It was once feared that television would eat our brains if we watched for too long, and we were assaulted with numbers from all sorts of companies and groups with acronyms for names that we watched as absurd amount of tv every day, and were in danger of becoming mindless slugs which lived and died bathed in the cold glow of a tv screeen. I talk to more people these days who watch little to no tv anymore. The reason I'm generally given is the lack of stimulating material, or just a lack of time. (I disagree. I don't watch much tv, but thanks to DVR (or tivo, or whichever you may get) I can almost always find time to relax and catch up on The Office. Or Adult Swim)

In relation to the iPod angle, is television being phased out as our most recent mind filler/killer? (I've some ideas on TV being deregulated and becoming something new soon, but thats an entirely different rant) The majority of music that becomes popular these days is overglossed crap, save some few gems that rise to the surface. Thats all I'll say on that, see my last post for my ideas on what constitutes popular these days. Point is, alot of what most people are piping into their brains is over glossed crap. (to complete the formula) So perhaps soon we'll get those same group with acronyms telling us of ear damage (which they have been forever), and or melting our brains with all this music. I doubt it, but imagine the silliness.

Should I make these into a pod cast? haha.

Incidentally, the thought that spurned this was on a walk home today, without an iPod, in which I thought to myself "How horrible, to have only our own thoughts to keep us company."

One more Blog, down and out.

2005-12-01T16:18:00.000-08:00

You know whats funny? When I was in 11th grade, I thought I was hilarious, because I had a sticker on my binder that said "Cheer up, Emo Kid." Boy, was I clever. Poking fun at an unknown thing. There was, to my knowledge, only three people at the time there who even recognized the word as being anything but a typo. Nobody knew who The Promise Ring was. Hell, I didn't even know. Or care. I was happy with my KMFDM and Bauhaus. Of course, there were even less people who listened to them at the time, but hey, who cared?

Five Years later, this is suddenly topical. Theres a deluge, a flood of pop culture, adrift on one syllable. It's like, for as many people that revel in it, theres an equal amount who rebel against it. If it had any meaning, it's gone now. These days, any band thats ever written a song about a breakup is emo, and even some that haven't. It's a buzzword, a derogatory term, and a sinking ship.

Of course, it's no worse than hair metal, nu-metal, alternative, grunge, and every other teenage trend thats ever been so dearly held on to in the hearts and minds of adolescents searching for a place in the world. But why does this one seem so virulent? And so wide-spread?

I blame the internet. Theres no longer such a thing as an "underground" band. Word of mouth isn't just to your close friends, it's posted on a giant wall that anybody can read. I didn't start listening to music in earnest until I was in seventh grade, and now I see ten year olds with iPods. The second someone sees a band thats good forming, they no longer go tell theri friends, but post it all over the internet, and in days, everybody knows.

None of this is new. The world travels so much faster than it did just five years ago. How does this all add up?

as far as music goes, everything is open to everybody now. No longer do you have to make an impression in "the scene" to get people to tell you what to look for in music, it's all there for you. It's all accessable.

Why is "emo" so popular? Because it's so easy. And guess what? The next trend will come even faster, and be more widepread. (*ahem*indiekids)

This is most incoherent rambling, but thats what I was aiming for. go.

2005-11-24T21:28:00.000-08:00

Seems like a good place to start. I'm not sure how long the picture will last, since I basically directlinked it from another site.

I... well, lets not make this about me, in general. lets go broader.

People.
Thats better.

In my old journal, near the end, I used to reference images of people dancing alot. I used to dream about them. I'd see vivid ballrooms, with only two dancers. I'd see a ballerina in a snowy field, rotating as the sky reflected like glass. All sorts of images flitted through my head. Centered around this central theme.

Well, here we go. How does it relate to everything?

Last Night, I went out. From bar to Bar. I was welcomed by old friends and made some new ones. And I spent most of my time watching. I saw girls running in packs, and guys chasing. I saw people doing everything just to be noticed, just once.

I saw little boys with bowties chasing girls in pigtails.

They were all dancing. The awkward little mating dance everyone does, in one way or another. Plumage and all. It's a metaphor we've all heard a hundred times before.

At the time, when I was posting all those tiny little narratives for dancing in dreams and the like, all I was saying was that I was lonely. Thats it.

Now, I'm not particularly proud of that fact, but it's something I wanted to get off my chest. Why here? Just for this:

Thats not what this is for. No hidden meanings (which, the way people talk, I feel like I'm famous for), no underlying text, or ubiqutious messages.

Which brings us back to the beginning. Why the picture?

Because, I did.

2005-11-22T22:08:00.000-08:00

I'm not entirely sure of my intentions with this. I created this blog because I felt I'd outgrown livejournal, in a way. And yet, I've not grown so much, it seems, to yet have a clear and defined directive. I think that I'm going to think of this as an opinion piece. A number of pieces.

Not that theres some looming puzzle in the sky, mind you. But you never know.

Well, with that said, and behind me, all thats left is to grow an opinion on something. Or just to record my next rant.

Cheers.

And this is where it begins.

2005-11-14T22:15:00.000-08:00

Oh look, another waste of time.