psychic butterknife

I am unbelievably grateful for my life and its aspects. I fail to represent this appreciation of what I do have, eve though, its crucial to try to keep these small blessings in mind. For the simple things that I have, these are the things that make me sane, I'm blessed- in ways that continualy slip my mind. That brings, at times, a small amount of guilt for me, for the fear I didnt voice my love or appreciation for those that make my days easier. These kind of things keep me thinking... feels good to voice it. I'm going back to my booze and giggly sticks, now.This blog can't turn into a therapist, though, I have self indulgent writing all over the internet. (live journal, myspace, etc)
.... More Freudian analytics after the jump.
Best Movies of last week: "Reefer Madness" (remake), "MirrorMask"
Best Albums of last week: Yeah Yeah Yeahs- Show your Bones, and Flaming Lips- At war with the Mystics.

tube tube socks

I should explain first that I am a 30 year old male. This is necessary for me to explain because I mention 'school' in my last article. I do still like briefs and tube socks though. I'm very new at this medium, and I'm very addicted to mp3s. Love to fill up my desktop screen with sounds that otherwise I never would have heard in a small kentucky town. Although I thoroughly enjoy the art of a good mp3 blog, ( the most attractive being the kind that have fun pics of obscure bands, or just obscure pics in general) I am confused about how to approach this blog. I want to write something selfish *so sue me* but would love to do something where i can share my artwork or my mp3 files with people. I'm confused about the legality as well. Will have to do more digging.

Hyper Informed

Complacency is found in our reliance to technology. As guilty as I am, I feel it necessary to elaborate. I'm unfortunately not a survivalist, but our dependence on technology is getting over-bearing. The reason I'm saying this is mostly because, we are led to believe we need this stuff, which is nice, but doesnt really serve a purpose over aesthetics and or convenience.At some point, I became very exhausted, watching the heavily recycled crap on television. As informative as Discovery Channel is, its not worth 50 dollars of starving artist cash. That's another story. When computer systems break down, we close places of business, helpless and crippled. Something about this makes me think of the old card catalogs at public libraries and how I used to admire the ritual involved: work for it. I guess I miss the scavenger hunt or detective aspect to such things. My original point (which I seem to have Hopelessly veered from) was that -we trade addictions to technology and believe its a satisfying part of life. In some ways, it is. For myself, I have analyzed TV into worthlessness, yet am addicted to the computer. I traded the TV for the Computer. I am addicted to the information found on the net, even though my head feels like its going to explode at times. The computer (mostly) lets me control my environment. But, the repercussions of this can cut deep: frozen in front of a monitor, interacting with this machine, somehow feels too good. Too easy. What real world influence that I could display am I missing for this power of control, in this artificial realm of electronic impulses. It has somewhat derailed me emotionally as of late. I was even ordered by my friend Lisa to not read the news for a week. She says im Hyperinformed, and shes absolutely correct. The artist in me at times gets this overpowering feeling, that I can do anything. From right here in my chair, or in a chair at school. (which in itself is a statement I'll have to return to). It is beneficial for me to keep informed of current events, most importantly gay rights. It helps me sleep easier, knowing that I have tried to change the climate with my presence. Now im sounding like a gay version of stevie nicks. *wait is that a bad thing*?So, I shall depart.
Either way, when I grow up, I want to move to Japan and build robots that care for the elderly.
Such fun.

Jenny Lewis and her Rabbit Fur Mom

I'm tired of the hype over Jenny Lewis. Yes, I have heard her music. I'm none too impressed. Maybe I'm just not 'indie' or 'folky' enough for everyone else... but shes certainly no Tom Petty. Her latest album is a snoozefest, and everyone says its bluesy or jazzy... yeah .. right. It just fucking sucks. I have seen the nice pictures of Mrs. Lewis and I realize she is a female with breasts and likes cute sunglasses. I guess as long as you have a decent face to sell mediocre music, do it, but I cant sit by and pretend I like this crap. Because it is absolutely boring and shitty.

V for Vendetta: the Rush to Offensive

So many these days are in a huge rush to be offended. It is fine with me, if people are offended. I think most people are offended in some way or another every day on this planet. I come from a small town that recently passed a smoking ban. Yet, we have hazardous waste in our water, a high poverty level, no jobs, and idiotic citizens who use religon as a smokescreen for being Judgemental. I know that its hard for some people to be concerned about things other than what they physically see affecting them. But, that is just apathetic laziness. Wake the fuck up people.
Drudge Report (one of my fave reads on the internet) had a couple of articles about how people were already flipping out over V for Vendetta. Before its release. Once again, people just make up their own perception. Ohhh.. it has a TERRORIST in it! Ban it! This is the kind of cold war fear mentality that everyone is in right now. Judge something without even watching the preview.
Its a fictional movie based in the future, idiots. And, if we don't do something about the way that the world is going, we will be living in Big Brother land.
So, let go of you apathy and get involved, and educate yourself instead of pissing your pants everytime someone says TERRORIST. This is still America. Preserve it any way you can. Long Live ART!

instant religon

i worship the salt of the ocean, the sting of its complete infinity. let me stay, sell the car, give me natural elements. to a landlocked soul, this
was the climax to a summer now gone. the power of the water is a signal to the power of everything. people are born and die at the hands of the ocean. let me kick the sand out of my shoes once more.