Sunday, April 29, 2007

Hear You Laughing and my Soul is Saved, On Forgotten Graves You Cry

Yea, Chris Cornell comes to town, he's the guy that church in Shiner thinks is the devil, perhaps the preach caught the Black Hole Sun video watching M2 one day, o wait....what would he have been doing watching M2.

Sunshower (love that song), Can't Change Me, Hunger Strike, Black Hole Sun, Spoonman, Cochise, they're all there on my you tube.

The gospel according to Chris himself, tellin' us how it us.

Here's what capacity Stubb's BBQ looks like from the 5th row looking back, intense audience, even a bit of crowd surfing broke out. Really, how 'old school' is that?

Seeing this actually sent shivers down my spine, lots of high school memories, boy did that sure pave the way for a lot of garbage.....cough cough, 'Creed' --

Yep, I'm goin' hungry. Tom, guitar player/.....who?

Saturday, April 28, 2007

Climax and the Human Spirit

Howard Roark builds the skyscraper to represent the human spirit, Dominique meets Howard at the top, and the two are left with the sky and the sea, along with peace and human understanding. The best visual / symbolic climax I've ever seen in a book.

Today I finish The Fountainhead, lots of stuff to be taken away and woven into life. It's got a Hollywood love affair, theories on human motivation, uncompromising character, etc as the great hero and the great equalizer rise to the top with objectivist thought.

I used to wish this stuff didn't make so much sense to me because of its numbing effect, now I've come to embrace the thoughts. For what it accentuates, the thoughts are dead on, it addresses the nuances of life at the 'topmost' level, and truly has provided a moral and ethical barometer to deal with the white noise of the world.

The actions in the book happen over a long period of highs and lows, small, humble victories that lead to a seat on the top of the world, now that's inspiration.

What I can do? Forget the speech and move the stone.

Friday, April 27, 2007

No le hace si no sabes moverte güerita, baila conmigo y pareces latina

One of my rare 'paint the town' nights,

1. Grupo Fantasma at La Zona Rosa for AMF with Maudi's Food.

2. Lomita at Beauty Bar

3. Bavu Blakes and Tee Double at Flamingo Cantina

4. A few bud lights as a nightcap at Logans

Fight, Fight, To Win Back your Heart Again

Last night I watched the dems 'debate,' 30 second soundbytes, actually useless, people speaking in generalities about complicated issues.

All partianship aside (as I think it should be), I applaud honesty and 'non-traditional' politics. Hence, I support Obama.

A simple example, when asked 'Did you inhale?' The response, 'I thought that was the point.' This insignifigant issue then isn't perpetuated, an honest answer to a simple question ends 'speculation.' Bush and Clinton (which both have) wouldn't answer this simple question, therefore allows media cash cows to 'dwell' in this nonsense.

This along with MANY other 'soundbytes' leads me to like this man, the same stir I hear from conservatives and liberals alike. Weather he can do it or not, he's the only one that speaks of uniting the country, and that's why he's got my vote.

From citizen journalism, here's the facts.

And here are the attacks.

Thursday, April 26, 2007

How Long Till My Soul Gets It Right

How weird that as on my 30 mile bike ride this evening I'm recalling the Indigo Girls? What can I say, I like em', they're stong and proud.

Hey big shot in the Mercedes, the bike lane is a bike lane, and you know what, the voodoo doll that I got at SXSW goes to you, so voodoo spell on you, me hope you like you're new skin rash.

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

There Were Bells, On A Hill, But I Never Heard them Ringing

Just when I start bashing Beatles cover bands and cover songs, I find Meet the Smithereens, and it's a blast, what can I say! They got it down!

Life is strange, thanks again sis' for putting up with me, I'm picky about it all, and I'm excited about how my life can and will change on a dime sooner than later.

Thinking about that, I've decided to do a SWOT analysis on my life.

Strengths - Well, talking to recruiters, many tell many that I've got some of the best people skills of any 'IT Geek' they've ever talked to, and I know I can read people well, I know myself, I know boundaries, and I'm confident. I have a lot of FRIENDS, not contacts. I'm genuinely interested in what people have to say. I think I'm a good listener if there's something actually being said.

Weaknesses - How many times have I heard, 'you're flaky.' I constantly have friends saying what a bad friend I am, hopefully jokingly, but there's truth behind every sentiment like that. I have too many coals on the fire, which sometimes goes to say I don't ever get anything done. I'm a slacker by every sense of the world (motivated yet unmotivated, defiant yet devoted, and in essence, hard to 'manage')

Opportunities - Wise folks say 'go for the big bucks,' and also 'there's a narrow window you have in your life to do extraordinary things', and that time is right now, no lease, no girl, no babies, no nothin'. I could essentially get one of those sticks and a blanket, throw some jeans (or dress pants) up in there and head whereva, and that's what my gut tells me to do, so we'll see where that lands me.

Threats - Yea, then and there, again, my own hand holds me down. I'm STUPID in the head, and I'm extremely idealistic, and its my own worse enemy along with being a strength, so it's hard to clump this stuff into categories. The threat is no balance in my life, the threats are stomach ulcers, going down a hill at 45 mph on my trek 1500 fallin' and bustin my head open, and professionally, there's nothing that a good 'flexin' wont' do for me.

All of this leaves me with visions of an eccentric, eclectic, and engaged life, still being able to keep my probing ability, diggin' and diggin', always to find that life isn't really all that bad.

I guess def leppa says it best....

"Pull it, pull it, cmon trigger the gun
cos the best is (a) yet to come"

Sunday, April 22, 2007

Na Na Na Na Na

One good Shins concert deserves another and another and another and another, even if it's to brave the rain and an MTV event.

Bless this Frenchy who does this, following bands around the lovely city of Paris. Just look at these Shins havin' a good time, even Mercer looks a bit happy. Notice Spoon playing at the beginning.

A 'take away' show!!! check the link!

Saturday, April 21, 2007

I Dream, I Am a Circle Lost in the Clouds

Doom and gloom, easily the most depressing thing I've ever read, The Sorrows of Young Werther. Astounding how a piece of literature can make the suicide rate increase on its release.

Simply AMAZING piece of literature, written in 'blog format' as his regular account of his life which lead to his demise. I'm of the opinion that you have to tear yourself down with this stuff, only to rise up more vibrantly than ever.

Here's a passage, unfortunately some indisputable grim realities in here ----

"When I observe the restrictions that lock up a person's active and probing powers, when I see how all activity is directed toward achieving the satisfaction of needs that in turn have no goal but to prolong our miserable existence, and that all reassurance about certain points of inquiry is only a dreaming resignation, since one paints with colorful figures and airy views the walls within which one sits imprisoned -- all that, Wilhelm, makes me mute. Again, more in presentiment and obscure desire than in portrayal and vital power. There everything swims before my senses, and so dreaming I smile on in the world."

Friday, April 20, 2007

He's just a Singer, Natural Born Guitar Ringer, Kind of a Clinger to Sad Old Songs

'people want nothing but mirrors around them. To reflect them while they're reflecting too'

Reflections on society, the media, corporations, art -- started blogging about this, it became too cumbersome, so, random person, random topic was.....

Bed Bugs - which turned into monsters to dragons to princesses.

I used to not hang my feet over the bed, for I feared something evil was looming below ready to grab me. I think its silly thoughts everytime I hear the once 'edgy' words of Metallicock say 'hey little baby, don't say a word,' etc.

Monsters, princesses, and these Disney heroes even exist anymore, or does the 'wussification' of society lead the man (or woman) to climb the mountain to save the partner, only to be met by, what the hell are you doing here?

Reflections are good and all, but I'm still in the old fashion mosh pitting mode, head butts and all.

oooo, and happy 420 to all the dopeheads

Thursday, April 19, 2007

When he says "voulez-vous coucher avec moi?" -- Run For Your Life

Maybe he is a smooth talker with the ladies, o wait, Nikkita, the cat that I live with is a female, and a wonderful kitty indeed. I think she's goin' on about 12 years old or so.

Every now and then she gets a haircut, and it makes her look like a lion sorta cat, which trips me out big time.

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

Driftin' Upward Gently Lifting Lazy on the Wind, Rollin' Over Turnin' Slowly Beginning and the End

Goin' thru the motions, evolution slightly greater than zero, I know, repetition, but I love that.

Mr Dressed Up today, the nicest I've been dressed in years, and it's not even dressed up....I could get used to, really I guess I could. And the charade goes tell me a bit about yourself?.

Laster (I mean later, yea I know I made lots of those errors in the blog) in the day, me and Bob and my nephew Al meet up at CABELLAS (or however you spell that, its your one stop shopping for all things redneck) for a bike ride.

Here Al is pictured with one of the million dead, slaughtered and stuffed animals on the wall. What a sharp well rounded guy! Sorry in advance for clumpin' you with the poetry below!

Tonight its been a healthy dose of The Toadies and T.S. Eliot. During my 20's I'd say I pissed a significant amount of time away reading poetry, hasn't helped my 'advancement' in society, but I don't think I'd trade in the thoughts burned in my head for a fatter wallet.

T.S. Eliot was my favorite, I sat down and re-read this tonight, and it sent shivers up my spin, b/c I remembered the time and place I first read it, what was going on in life and love and the daily grind, even in the darkness it is what gave me a nice dose of peace. Boy would my old English teacher Lena B. be proud.

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

LET us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question …
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit.

In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.

The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.

And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.

In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.

And indeed there will be time
To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair—
[They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”]
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin—
[They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”]
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.

For I have known them all already, known them all:—
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?

And I have known the eyes already, known them all—
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
And how should I presume?

And I have known the arms already, known them all—
Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
[But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!]
It is perfume from a dress
That makes me so digress?
Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.
And should I then presume?
And how should I begin?

Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows?…

I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.

And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!
Smoothed by long fingers,
Asleep … tired … or it malingers,
Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?
But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head [grown slightly bald] brought in upon a platter,
I am no prophet—and here’s no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid.

And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some overwhelming question,
To say: “I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all”—
If one, settling a pillow by her head,
Should say: “That is not what I meant at all.
That is not it, at all.”

And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while,
After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor—
And this, and so much more?—
It is impossible to say just what I mean!
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
“That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all.”

No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—
Almost, at times, the Fool.

I grow old … I grow old …
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

I do not think that they will sing to me.

I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

And If Life is Really as Short as it Seems, Then Why is the Night so Long

It's been about about 8 months now since I've invaded my sisters house and nephews bedroom, while entertaining romantic notions of 'anything but where I currently' am, could be stirring ambition, or it could just be that I'm not happy with myself, or probably a mixture of both. Something's gotta give, as always chance favors the prepared mind, that's what I've been doin' these days, joggin' the mind, even though it'd rather be chuggin' a Guinness.

Mr Smarty Pants says sometimes you have to fail to succeed, and this maverick says if you can't offer an honest opinion, say nothing. I agree with both.

There's no Scooba Steve, but the toys in the tub remind me of the days of innocence, when I had the battleship and other toys. I love watching young folks figure things out for the first time, stunning revelations to them, and a wonderful way for us adults to stay in touch with childhood.

I'm going to miss the days here, but my nephew needs his room back, and I need to start working on my rock garden.

Sunday, April 15, 2007

Two Drifters Off To See the World, There's Such a Lot of World to See

Often times I ask people, 'What is your favorite song?' More often than not I'm met with the answer, 'well that ones too hard, I have too many favorite songs.'

When I'm asked this question, I usually answer with 'Moon River' of course, the amazing tune by Henry Mancini. The song captures a magical essence. I've never seen 'Breakfast at Tiffany's', although it's on the 'to do' list.

Just check out this beautiful woman's version of this gem.

Saturday, April 14, 2007

You Chased the Sun Around the Cote d' Azur, Until the Light of Youth Became Obscured

Some things are just way too beautiful for words. Yea I walked along the Seine River in Paris many moons ago, and if I would have saw this street performance, I could have just died and gone to wherever. Reminds me of the Bryan Adams lyric, 'Baby, thought I died and gone to heaven.'

These people have fun, that's really what its all about.

Another heavenly site, comes straight from Dublin, two of my heroes on the same stage at one time, Neil Hannon singing 'B*tches Ain't Shit' with Ben Folds. One of my buddies mom's HATES it when she hears this song on pool nights, its so funny. Funny little C-Am-Em tune to play on the guitar too.

Love it when Ben says, 'All the children sing,' and Neil says things like 'whatever that means', and 'what's a proton'. PERFECT :) Another 'baby, thought I died and gone to Heaven' youtube. Such an 'evil' song done is such a satirical way, absolutely beautiful. :)

Friday, April 13, 2007

Havin' Her On My Brain's Like Gettin' Hit by a Train, She's Gonna Kill Me Oh Celeste, oh Celeste

Tonight we braved the elements of rain to watch the show at Stubb's BBQ. Amazing Texas weather, 1 minutes its HOT AND HUMID, the next minute, the trees look like they are all gonna blow over. Didn't matter for Steve and I in the 2nd row. We gave it a valiant effort, trying to wait out the rain, but eventually nature called, and we lost our spot, only to find.....

Some work friends, that are many pay grades above me and intense Old 97's fans. I learned a lot that night about the boys.

First -- Timebomb, was written for a 2nd grader. Rhett promised to play her a song, and he forgot, so he wrote this 'hit' as tribute to her.

Second -- Rollerskate Skinny -- Written about a date he went on with Wynonna Ryder, so funny.

Third -- He's from a proper and well established 'Texas Family,' no formal education, and other things.

Absolutely amazing all the time. If I were the frontman of a band, I'd have fun and 'market' myself just like him. Head bangin', jammin', offbeat random geetar strums, you name it, they've got it. How bout those big brown eyes, from the cheap seats.

You've got your pride, and a blue-steel '45, And you're waiting for the other shoe to Fall

Gearin' up for the perhaps rained' on Old 97's gig at Stubb's, and maybe a 'special seat,' I browse youtube and giggle at the calamity that surrounds the regulations or lack thereof of digital content.

Rhett makes lyrics like having a blue steel '45, just like the gangstas!

The cat's out of the bag, might I suggest liberal and realistic laws, and a burger king application for many 'industry professionals'?

EFF is buttin' heads with the RIAA, MP3 blogs getting popular, file sharing runs rampent, and now, take a gander at this 'video' on youtube, all the comments, interaction, and how many times its been favorited.

Just how in the hell and who in the hell should regulate this??

Thursday, April 12, 2007

I am One of Those Melodramatic Fools, Neurotic to the Bone No Doubt About It

What a topic, The Fountainhead brings it out of me, and Brea, I commend you for reading this, is an amazing book, spanning many complicated human elements.

Patience, courage, strength, balance, and going with your gut feeling is some of the stuff I can think of off the top of my head, and of course, I identify with Howard Roark. ;-) haha

Gut feeling, it tells me to never compromise that gut feeling, and if you don't, don't expect to win any popularity contests, don't expect to truly belong to ANY cliques, just become mechanical in objectivist though.

That all works fine and dandy on the topics portrayed in the book, even the oddball sexual encounters. It doesn't work with the vast flurry of human emotion however.

What it tells me, make the tough climb up the moutain of objectivist thought, look down that mountain at everything around you, meet people up there, and climb down to where you want to be, and compromise your principles where you see fit. Don't pull a Peter Keating and but find your happyland somewhere in between these two protagonists.

Also, everyone wants to identify with the hero in the story, I identify with him, but I lack the innate talent, I have to work at this, I'm passionate and somewhat intelligent. I'm not that selfish, and I don't have THAT much courage, even though on the courage-o-meter I think I'm pretty high up there. The thougths in the book, great place to set the bar.

Balance, if you see the world as a mathametical equation that has to stay balanced, ellsworth toohey, domique and peter and most of the rest of the population have to band together to even try to keep up to the worth of Roark, and to an extent, that's inspiring. Roark goes directly to the top, fights and wins that battle, and the rest trickles down.

Character development, great, each character struggles with their own set of well developed vices, and it all meshes together, and you can see it in society and relate based on your perspetive, perceived self-worth, and the amount of work you put into life.

Mohon, my buddy told me the quote evolution must be slightly above zero, and for the most part, this is how a comfortable society operates. Swimming upstream.....we'll see where it goes.

Life to me right now is about learning, listening and growing, a phase change, letting the underlying tone in me be about songs of love, but tooling my life to a more practical reality in many respects, and chewing like hell the nuggets of incite, perspective, intelligence and wisdom of adult situations the world throws at me.

Where do you go to find human motivation AND human passion in it all? I hope to be there one day.

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Is It Too Much To Demand I Want a Full House and a Rock and Roll Band

Sittin' here at Flightpath, piggin' out on some Pee-can pie and a mango smoothie, waitin' for Mike P to play ketchup on our MCPD studies, listening to Shatner, I'm catching up with random correspondence and random web surfing.

Searching for psychohistory, I came upon a nice graph that describes the evilution of societies and individuals. I would say this is a pretty accurate accessment of things.

I can vouch for all of them in my life cycle except abandonment, and I've had strange phases of ambivalance, but I wouldn't quite call it that.

Laika Flew Through the Inky Blue, 'Til Laika Neared the Atmosphere and Laika Knew, Laika's Life was Through

Laika, I love reading about stuff like this, simply because it crosses so many disciplines. Laika was a dog sent up into space, and was the first living creature to prove that living creatures could live in outer space.

1. I think that would have been AWESOME to live during the space race, a time where vessels that explored the great beyond were reflective of societies achievements.

2. Wonder if PETA would let that happen now, what rights would the dog have, and the ethics of it all in this day and age. It reminds me of when Ali G asked 'Do'z you'z thinks that FOX woulds like his skin to be'z on P' Diddy'z back during his world premiere video?' to an animal rights activist.

And then there's always Billy Bragg's ironic sentiments on outer space in the song 'A New England' -- Wonder if wishing on space hardware actually makes your dreams come true??

I saw two shooting stars last night
I wished on them but they were only satellites
Is it wrong to wish on space hardware
I wish, I wish, I wish you'd care

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Cause the Ride Home is Long, And the Birds Will Sing a Song

Kid Theodore's I am a Moth....occasionally a song comes along that touches the heart of a cynic, and makes you wonder, where and how did he pull that one out of the air.

It's a gem, I marvel at it's simplicity and uplifting nature.

When it's all said and done, it's all about the song, when the band, industry, gigs, etc have all gone home, the song remains the guiding light. This one is the lantern on the jagged coast.

Just ask most people who sings 'Brown Eyed Girl,' and see how many actually know the answer.

'These Streets', Paolo Nutini is a grand tune too...

Monday, April 09, 2007

Stumble Across Another Poor Old Soul from the Dreary Old Lanes to the High-Street Madness

Paolo Nutini and Casey Dienel are occupying my time tonight as I try like hell to find part two of this graph.

David Byrne gave this presentation at SXSW about record companies, here's the 'old model,' then he put one up of the 'digital aggregate model', and I can't find it for the life of me. There's a lot of merit in expanding this model and predictions on 'future models', putting an interactive wrapper on it, and seeing if it flies, or sticks, or whatever.

With Your Big Brains, and Your 'Know How'

Diggin' thru my old college SHIT, I found a nice paper that one of my favorite CS teachers gave us back in the day as a class, which further influences my disdain for academia.

Here it goes .....

Things you Didn't Learn in School
By Bill Gates

For college graduates, here is a list of things you didn't learn in school. In his book, Bill talks about how feel-good, politically correct teachings created a full generation of people with no concept of reality and how this concept set them up for failure in 'the real world.'

Life is not fair; get used to it.

The world won't care about your self-esteem. The world will expect you to accomplish something BEFORE you feel good about yourself.

You will NOT make a lot of money right out of school. You won't be a vice president with a car phone, until you EARN both.

If you think your teacher is tough, wait until you get a boss. He / she doesn't have tenure.

If you mess up, it's not someone else's fault, so don't whine about your mistakes, learn from them.

Your school may have done away with winners and loser, but life hasn't. In some schools they have abolished failing grades; they'll give you as many times as you want to get the right answer. The doesn't bear the slightest resemblance to ANYTHING in real life.

Life is not divided into semesters. You don't get summers off and very few employers are interested in helping you find yourself. Do that on your own time.

Television is NOT real life. In real life, people actually have to leave the coffee shop and go to jobs.

Be nice to nerds. Chances are you'll end up working for one (and they are the ones who come back to the school reunion rich and famous!)

Sunday, April 08, 2007

motoring -- what's your price for flight

Not Hammer Time, It's Easter Time. And no, I didn't wear a gay a$$ pastel shirt either.

A little somethin' somethin' creative on my sisters part, the 'bunny tracks' leading to the fireplace that yields EASTER BASKETS!

The usual 'hunters' Kman and Collin, posed after the eggs were all found, except for a few I found tonight, because I was hungry for a bite size snickers bar or two. :) --- And yes, my neighbors other car is a tractor. :)

The hunt even brought kman into the backwoods, behind the shrubbery, yea, I don't think the 'human easter bunnies' weren't ambitious enough to hide them back there!

The 'funnest' part of the day for the kiddos is smashing the eggs on our head, with ME being their favorite. I guess they like it because it makes such a clean impact on my bald head!.

Finally I got the approval to put a picture of my brotha Gery and his girlfriend Jamie on the blog....Well, WELCOME TO THE BLOG :)

How bout some 'playboy bunnies' next year? Hell, if Weezer can have em' in a video, why can't we have em' in Shiner.?

We Questioned Religions, Fed Bread to the Pigeons, We Learned How to Pray

Today we celebrate Easter. The cynic in me says, what does the Easter bunny have to do with it all, and why do we as society take 'special' occasions and dilute their meaning, especially when it comes to organized religion. Kids is why I suppose, It's always fun watching them hunt Easter eggs, I recall last year my nephew Kyle smashed one on my head, he loved it.

The ol cliche says, 'there are no atheists in foxholes', my rebuttal, don't get in a fox hole. However, the point is made when thinking about the benefits of spirituality. I've always thought there are 'crutches' in the world, crutches like significant others, and the existence of a higher power, etc. These things are normal, but when you're swimmin' upstream on these issues, one could view them as crutches, a finely tuned jealousy as the manics would say.

Point is, there are voids in your life that can only be filled with spirituality. If you've ever looked into someone's eyes you cared deeply about and saw fear and uncertainty about the future, this can only be combatted with the answer that lies in the clouds. If doubt creeps in with these other factors, its 3 strikes you're out.

What do I believe, in a nutshell, reincarnation, a means that says life recycles itself in ways known to us, yet unknown to us, and I believe it to be pretty simple. I think it covers 'just enough' of my psychological needs of morality, respect, certainty, and hope for an afterlife. Does it carry on with it a soul, I guess that just depends on your definition of what that is. If you define soul as energy, I certainly believe that.

Maybe I wasn't a cat in another life, but I do think there is some sort of correlation between my heroes and friends in today's life, and how there was a bond between this energy in a previous life. I like Bon Jovi for a reason, same with Adam Sandler, Chris Rock, Michael J Fox, and others. Perhaps we were best friends, cousins, neighbors or even brothas in a different life.

Today, as we celebrate an organized religious event, the only part I can really 'bash' is the organization. Religion ('the search for truth') and spirituality (what happens after worm food) are of the utmost importance to consider and respect as the years go by and your life is enriched.

So, hats off to the Easter bunny, and let's hope the global warming (or cooling) lets off for today so we can have a decent egg hunt!

Saturday, April 07, 2007

I'd hammer out danger -- I'd hammer out a warning -- I'd hammer out love between my brothers and my sisters -- All over this land

That's it, that's all that's been on the 'entrance' to my bathroom for the last couple of years, a nice screen. No privacy, no 'odor controls,' not the most favorable of experiences when using the washroom.

Thanks to the Cowans -- Jason, Bob, and Garret, we now have a door, equipped with privacy and all.

Time to go check out the new bathroom, If I'm not out in 30 minutes, send someone in after me!...

Friday, April 06, 2007

Telephones Make Strangers Out of Lovers, Whisky Makes the Strangers All Look Good

Tonight the Beast and I made track to Moulton town to meet up with Manuelabor. Always nice hanging out with Manuel. It was pointed out that his name is 'Manuel,' not Man-Well, as I've been pronouncing it all these years.

I will also make a broad-general comment that this area is TOXIC for nightlife, absolutely TERRIBLE, and I'm one step closer to boycotting going out in this area FOREVER, yea, I'd rather sit and home and re-lace all of my tennis shoes.

I've found over the last month I've had the best times curling up with a good book, or random geeking out on the inter-web. bout a beer at the house from now on, we'll thank ourselves at the end of the day.

Once There Was a Time I Could Find Pretty Words to Sing

Nate Dogg, an Army Man --- I wish you love and wish you well buddy.

Thursday, April 05, 2007

And When I see Mr Frump in His Iron Lung, This is What I Hear Him Say

The Trek 1500, family, don't even ASK what I paid for this, but put it this way, I got it on a 12 month interest free payment plan, and the frame and components are going to last longer than me. Just look how few spokes in that wheel, it boggles my mind how it holds my fat a$$ up.

You have to put a 90 mile bike ride into perspective, every like bit helps. For common folks, this is pretty hardcore, in the perspective of things I guess its pretty 'sissy,' but I sorta see it as a 'rite of passage' into bike manhood. I plan on doing sever rides like this over the years. Why? It's actually nice to experience all 5 senses on the open road, and you catch things you wouldn't under other circumstances.

I also bought some shirts with extra padding, they feel GREAT on a hard bike seat, but when walking.....well, it feels like you are wearing a soiled diaper.

There's a rest stop every 20 miles on the bash, or gasp, or whatever they are calling it this year, and hopefully yall wonderful friends / family of mine will meet me at the stops for some moral support. I'll post the route soon, it's a beautiful stretch out in the backwoods of Texas.

Wednesday, April 04, 2007

Then some skinny b*tch walks by in some hot pants and He's Runnin' out the Door

This is a song for the fellas, but ladies, listen up! Javis cocker has something to say to the gal in the back of this taxi, while he accidently runs people over. Boy do I love the British gals accent when she says my favorite word 'whateva.' Boy do I like the geekiness factor.

Sure does remind me of driving my under the influence brit friends home one night, shifting with left hand, driving on the 'wrong' side of the road, roundabouts and all--

Tuesday, April 03, 2007

Behind Window Bee, Explaining Patiently How She Needs to See Six Forms of ID

What can I say, I LOVE POP MUSIC, in an underground sorta way, the stuff that gravitates to me is stuff like this new Fountains of Wayne album, its just so damn good!

Tonight I went out to an Austin Music Mixer, lots of cool people, and a very eclectic mix, and not to mention the best crawfish po boy in town at Shoal Creek Saloon.

After that, I met up with some buds to discuss doing an 'interactive website' for next years SXSW festival to score us a badge, in the coming weeks I'll blog about some of the ideas I got runnin' thru the head, but lots of the inspiration comes from this dude's talk at SXSW.

Well there's my what did I have for dinner post? Did anyone have a good meal tonight?

Monday, April 02, 2007

When We Arrive Sons and Daughters, We'll Build our Homes on the Water

I'm keepin' up with Berlin these days, even if I never will live there, I think its one of the coolest cities in the world, and probably my favorite of anywhere I've been. I like to hear the translations of bands like the Avocadoclub, it reminds me much of how the lead singer of the Scorpions knew little English while he was rockin' America like a Hurricane.

I've always had an affinity for history, and for high places. This, taken from the TV tower at Alexanderplatz in East Berlin, brings warm and fuzzy memories. I've been to Berlin a few times, and I love just sitting in the area which once was the busiest part of the east. The circle on the left has a waterfall with the devil in it, and the circle on the right has a bunch of postmodern art. Yea, just turn your monitor 90 degrees counter clockwise.

The people of Berlin have character, at least that's the vibe you get from walking around. It's cool to see the regional rivalries that exist between Berlin and Munich, I guess sorta like an LA vs New York. Berlin is a perfect example of the clear cut 'winner' between communism and capitalism, and it remind me of a Teaching Company lecture I once spent an insane amount of time studying.

The Decemberists, yea, a rock band, but also a band of nobles and intellectuals who attempted to overthrow the Czar at the time. Fantastic tales of a history of humble peasants, an expansionist and militaristic government, peasants get shit on all thru history, communism takes over, then shits on nobles and oligarchs, and then the communists eventually get the shaft, which leaves a blurry form of capitalism, in which the 'mafia' and 'cartels' control a lot of the commerce, and yet the new 'czar' plays favoritism. Ahhh, Russia, a fascinating place. Please don't quote me on these facts, but I think this is for the most part how it went and goes, in a massively general way.

Germany on the other hand, I've asked the question, how long for 'reunification' to take place, and I get the answer many times over 'several generations.' Meanwhile, a lot of fascinating cultural 'things' are taking place there, in my opinion making it tops for understanding the cultural elements of how government, economy, religion, etc affect human lives and motives.

Well, that's it, my nostalgic ramble for the motherland.

Sunday, April 01, 2007

Standing with my back to the wall minding the sky as it's falling all around me

Listening to the existentialist debate rage on in Mason Jennings latest work, and the elegance of Nellie McKay (who's much better live than portrayed on cd), and hearing sentiments of my brother in law, I've come to see how life works in cycles. When its bad, it can get really bad, when it's good, it can get REALLY good.

Life is surely in a trough at the moment, for no matter how I try, I can't get those cycles in the head to conform with the world around me, and as I know its only a matter of time for the upswing, I'm constantly reminded in actions of my stagnation from all the close friends around me, not by words, but those facial expressions that show 'suck it up hero' looks.

I try to figure out what's not tickin' up there that makes me perpetuate a self defeatist attitude. I do that with my professional life and personal life to an extent and wonder, hmmm, what self help book can I get go help me figure this one out, but then again it always comes back to the answer lies inside of me, and perhaps I'm STILL not old enough to accept it. Mother nature is forcing me to except the fact that I can't party like a rock star anymore, and friends climbing further up the ladder of success fires up that competitive nature in all of us that says, damn, I don't want to be left behind.

Problem is, 'success' always comes at a price, and it surely comes down to what eggs do you want to put in what basket. Parts of me feel guilty and apprehensive of a pending fat salary increase, for I'm like, what makes me deserve this, and what are my responsibilities and what do I have to sacrifice in wake of these news responsibilities.

What is the key to happiness, in my case, I have no idea. I know I'm a passionate idealist, and I think for folks like that, it takes a long time for things to click in any direction chosen, and whatever direction chosen, the decision more than likely isn't going to be good enough.

So where does it all end me up? Right here, right now (as Jesus Jones) would say, I'm where I need to be, and I'm going where I need to go, just following the impulses, thoughts, predictions, and guts, and I have no idea where that is going to lead me, but I'm sure its going to be something exciting :)