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Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Essentially Pop Art

The beginnings of Renaissance are splashed across unexpected canvas.

Brick and mortar. Aerial architecture. Subcultural iconography. Over-populated. Under-developed. Colorcombinations seizureinducing. [blank] vs. [blank]. Urban jungles. Suburban wastelands. The last resorts of originality-deprived masses past-saturated with subverted cliche marketing advertised civilization down our choking raw throats.



The United States of America Bleeds Neon.

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Monday, December 28, 2009

Critical Race Theory


 
Is it racist to criticize Black people?

Let me repeat: is it racist to criticize Black people?

Simple question. Difficult answer.

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Saturday, December 26, 2009

Stupid Shit People Do For Christmas

(And other holidays.)

1. Car Antlers



Your car doesn't look like Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. You just look like a tool.

2. Dress their pets up



Animal cruelty anybody? Where's PETA when you actually need them?

3. Buy stupid things



Somehow, I think we're fetishizing Obama just a little too much... It's getting creepy. Seriously.

4. Buying Insanity



Cleanup in aisle 57. Mom down! People we have a mother down, and she has a heart condition. Scram intercept sale assistants and get that mop from the storage-closet. I'm sure there's blood.

No humanity for the holidaze.

5. Get into silly faux-religious disputes



Found [this article] through a little googling. It seems people can't put their differences aside even for the holidays... Forget what you believe or whether you believe. Just fucking celebrate people. Or GTFO and DIAF.

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Daily Slice of Webjunk

Culled from the best fruits of the internets, served fresh with commentary.



Old-writer's social-club. Complete with esoteric obscura and socially acceptable alcoholism. Goatee optional.

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Monday, December 21, 2009

Immoveable Object Meets Unstoppable Force



I'm talking, of course, about my Chauvinism meeting the Feminism of a friend over Google instant-chat.

Here's the (edited) transcript:

"... me: but seriously, don't sleep with your roommates, most people tell me they've regrettedit
regretted it*

daisy: i'll keep that in mind
i decided i am going to be smarter about who i sleep with

me: you mean you weren't before?

daisy: like i havent slept with anyone in over 10 months now, so obviously the next person i do sleep with i want it to be somewhat meaningful

me: obviously...
because after ten months, you can't just jump back on the pogo-stick?

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Saturday, December 19, 2009

Craigslist: For The Win

Yet another awesome inspiring CL Best-Of.

Totally captures the zeitgeist of my romantic melancholy.

"a cartoon for all the girls i see everyday - m4w



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Thursday, December 17, 2009

Start / Stop / Pause / Play / Repeat



What does it mean to love someone, but not be in love with them?

Is it some sort of emotional consolation prize? "Oh, I really like you... but not that much. I mean, you're great and all -- just don't get your hopes up."

The sheer condescension is insulting. As if a person needs the reassurance that it was a close tie between them and... whoever else you're fucking. And it doesn't even make sense! What's the difference between Love and being in love? Is it that little modifier which changes an action to a state of mind, like Love is some philosophical persuasion you can just put on to wear at any time.

Sometimes the cracks between relationship definitions contain more people who've slipped through a long time ago than anyone previously thought.

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Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Stuck in my head

This song:



Call it a late-night melancholic indulgence, or some kind of chronic insomniac sadness. Maybe it's just the memories splashed around like paint on the inside of my skull, dripping down from vertebra to vertebra -- a slow steady drip-drop of color and synapses.

There's always something to keep me awake when I know I should be asleep.

For some reason, I never liked Macy Gray till recently rediscovering her. I always thought of her voice as kinda weird, like drunk, or drugged-up. But now, I really enjoy it, and this song's music is pretty damn accurate to what the lyrics describe.

Enjoy the slur-singing.

Sunday, December 13, 2009

A Student's Perception of the Occupation




For those of you who are aware, just this past Wednesday around dawn, a group of San Francisco State University students rushed the Business Building and occupied it for nearly twenty-four hours till being forcibly evicted at about 4 AM after police broke a window to get in. Numerous arrests were made the story has begun circulating across the news-channels, bringing attention to the current situation of California education.

This was not a good thing.

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Friday, December 11, 2009

Creative Journaling


Despite my commitment to revealing less intimate details of my personal-life, I can't help but relate this particularly interesting Friday. It was during the art-walk/pub-crawl in lower-Haight. Such nights are a rarity, and luckily I brought my writer's blackbook along, just in case. These are the scribbles I took.

Keep in mind - by the by - that even though this all really happened, it's still purely fiction.

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

New Trends in Prejudice



For those of you reading this blog on the daily, clearly the experiences of my life are hardly normal enough to warrant calling them out as proof of widespread problems, but nonetheless, sometimes things just really piss me off and should be ranted on/about -- for the duration of several pages, at least.

For those of you not reading on a daily basis... well, first of all shame on you! Second of all, this post may alternatively be titled:

Evidence of Unique Situations.

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Sunday, December 6, 2009

To Give Is To Receive



In preparation for the upcoming holidaze, I have compiled a list of my top-ten Hanukkah gifts wishlist. Feel free to post your own, or any suggestions.

Happy shopping consumers!

1. Book. Rage Against the Meshugenah. Danny Evans.
2. iPod Nano. 16 GB.
3. Electronics cable. Connector. 1/4 inch to 1/8 inch.
4. Internet capable phone device. G Phone preferred.
5. Long underwear. Style: skinny. Waist: 29. Color: black or white.
6. Shoes. Vans. Classics. Size: 9.5. Style: authentic. Color: navy canvas.
7. Custom writing journal. Soft-cover. Preferrably leather or high quality canvas.
8. Pen. Ballpoint. Zebra F-402 Stainless Steel Retractable.
9. Fancy steak dinner.
10. Socks. Crew length. Color: black.
11. Computer program. Rosetta Stone. Spanish language edition.



Hope ya'll get the gifts you want to receive! Just don't forget that you reciprocate. In these tough economic times, it's even more important to exchange gifts. It's when you can't afford to give a gift that the gift has meaning. Because as The Prophet says, "it is when you give of yourself that you truly give. So don't be niggardly with your generosity, and it will be returned in kind.

Cheers

Friday, December 4, 2009

Poetry from People-Watching




This is a new piece I would like to post for ya'll. It's still relatively newish, so be gentle. I wrote it while sitting on campus watching this old black man walking around the quad. He reminded me of a Hasid, only with cooler hair. The poem itself reflects an interior dialogue on the nature of unexpected combinations of socio-cultural-religious backgrounds. Specifically, the whole debate on, "Who is a Jew?" I thought a lot about the myriad sides, as well as my own personal opinion. And from that came this.

***Please note, this work is not intended to be offensive, but it does contain some offensive language.***

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