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There are these rare moments in my workday where there aren’t three million pending orders to be entered. The phone stops ringing, I clear my plate. These are the moments where I try to sneak in a bite to eat. These are the moments where I get to run amock through the internet and find amazing shit such as the Periodic Table of Awesoments. These are actually the very same elements that make up your dear dear writer. And I would know, because I’m me.
and then sometimes I get lucky and I find design like this. Check out that liquid table.
Today in history (or yesterday depending on your source), Jimmy Hoffa controversial convict-turned-labor leader, disappeared somewhere in Detroit. No one really know where he went, or what he did, but I like to think that he stumbled into a diner where he met a beautiful but overworked and underpaid waitress, with whom he fled the city with. They lived for years in a farmhouse, supplying the neighbors with fresh butter every month. Their love was epic.
Of course, this is me being crazy. And he probably got mugged, killed, and tossed into a lake. We honor his life or his death with corny music
These guys, Plastilina Mosh, I really don’t know what to make of them. They are Mexican. They were formed in 1996. They have several albums out. They get nominated for awards. Me, I just like this song, and wanted to share it.
The kids over at La New Shit posted this little ditty yesterday. Kid Cudi puts down some nice vocals over some Ratatat's Tacobel Canon. Taken from Kudi's "A Kid Named Cudi" Mixtape, the song is a fine example of the vocalist's versatility and resourcefulness.
Coming soon for Xbox, Midway games announced Mortal Kombat Vs. DC Universe. Lots of cool new moves, lots of old school character. lots of fun, watch the video, its borderline amazing.
What to say about Phoenix Jukebox? One of the three million blogs I read said that he's trying to be Girl Talk. This made me laugh. But sadly, i laughed because said blog was right and yes, he's not quite there yet. However, According to Him, he doesn't suck. and that's true too. The music is still fun tho.
The self proclamed Soul / Punk / Other group is due to release their sophomore full length album "Loyalty to Loyalty" set to release in september of this year. Test drive Something is not right with me courtesy of RCRD LBL.
It is the best thing to come out of long beach since sublime.
Little Boots - Ready for the Fun (cover of 'Ready for the Floor' by Hot Chip)
The music is produced using the new Yamaha Tenori-on - a 16x16 matrix of LED switches that allows everyone to play music intuitively, creating a "visible music" interface. It runs at about $1200.
I want one. Buy me one.
I already love this song to begin with. And I already love little boots. I was, however, surprised at how pretty her voice is without all the synth effects.
Boots, stop being so pretty and please record this as a single. kthnx.
So great great things have happened lately. I sat with Kevin and fixed all the little issues and problems that were going on, and changed the look of it, ever so slightly, just to bring everything together and get it ready to work.
The calendar is finally up. I used google calendar to make it, which is neat because it gives people the option to decide which calendar to look at. I created the following calendars: -Orlando Arts and Culture -Orlando Nightlife -Miami Arts and Culture -Miami Nightlife -Florida Misc
I've also started selecting pieces of writing that are going to be listed in the 'selected works' section. This includes photos, poems, reviews, articles, etc. Let me know if there anything in particular you would like to see me include.
I don't really have a lot of time today, with work, revamping the CSS on the site, updating information, and now writing for the weekly, so today I'm just gonna share links to some good shit, that earned stars in my google reader.
Also, its now over, but a while ago, Earwigs and Wax compiled a good bunch of the NLLR (no love lost records) mixes into an amazing MEGAPOST. Check it out. good stuff.
Sometimes, I wished lived in a twisted city where everyone was ready to fight all the time. It would be a world with lots of dark corners, and a still deadly quiet, crawling with ninjas and their amazing ninja babies, gangs in every alley.
In this fight club land, I'm this super awesome fighting machine that can like, see the future or something. I fight like a pro. I have the agility of a spry feline.
Basically,I am the female version of this guy:
And i rock so hard you have no idea. oh, and also, don't try to chase me, cuz in my ninja world, I can do this shit:
She makes slight motions with her fingertips across the table. She is bold, confident and assured as she looks me in the eyes, but I can tell by the jitter in her eyelashes that she is nervous, knowing her as I do.
I sat next to her in that coach class seat, her a first class beauty of a thing, so in early in the morning, her eyes so wide awake. Juxtaposed things that made me smile wide and made her, take notice, and by the late evening of our flight, our interactions, and her contradictions were more stimulating than late night on cinema.
Somehow in those eight hours, she convinced me to give up my plans and take off with her.
Later, listening to her speak to border patrol, convinced and strong willed, I fell in love with her. The guard smiled at her and led her slowly back into the room where I was detained. She sat beside me and took her purse into her lap; we stared at the wall in front of us.
“You’re going to be okay” She whispered at no one. I knew she was lying.
I enjoy my drive home almost too much. Good music, surprisingly light traffic lately and the smell the Merita Bread factory gives off at around 545 is just divine. Getting home to sit in front of a computer screen, listen to modeselektor, vaccum and clean the dishes, watch some scrubs.
Christian Bale turned himself in to London police early Tuesday (July 22), after allegations of assault were made against him.
The "Dark Knight" star, who was in London to promote the film, was allowed to attend the U.K. premiere at a Leicester Square theater Monday night because he made an appointment to turn himself in the following morning. The alleged incident took place on Sunday night at the actor's hotel, the Dorchester on Park Lane, and according to the BBC, involved Bale's mother Jenny and his sister Sharon, who went to the police in Hampshire to make a report.
In addition to this, I think that now would be a good time to quickly let you know how i felt about that little summer blockbuster the Dark Knight. The new Batman film has not-surprisingly broken record after record since it's release, and while i think all the praise and hoopla surrounding the movie is well deserved, I feel that the title is not. I don't think it was just me, but Batman: The Joker, seems like it would be more appropriate as a nomimer for the 2008 summer season's biggest blockbuster, because I am fully aware of the fact that as i sat there watching that movie, all i wanted was more joker. As i speak to my friends about it, all i hear is about the joker. There are even comics strips about how Ledger's character far overshadows Bale's title role. Having said that, I would still like to applaud Bale's overall portrayal of the Batman character. while not exactly failing, Keaton and Kilmer's Batmans were softer, more human in their uniform, while Bale turns the Batman into the feared, strong character that he should be. The unexpected appearance of Two face at in the 'Dark Night' was a nice treat. One word of advice: Don't take your kids.
Trina keeps proving that Miami girls do it right. “Look back at Me” the new single by the Slip n Slide Records recording artist features Killer Mike and is the third single of her latest album “Still da baddest”, has a video due to be released this Friday. I got a sneak preview of this little treat of a video directed by young hardcore kid Alex Purifoy and Antwan Smith, whom earlier i mistook for Killer Mike, edited by an old ass white rapper turn film editor named Matthew Lynn, and it is a fun little number. My powers of bargaining with the powers that be got my greedy little hands on these little beauties, a special little sneak peak of the video dropping on Friday.
Enjoy:
Killer Mike
The Dancing Girls
Killer Mike Again
Directors Antwan Smith and Alex Purifoy
Alex Purifoy on the phone with Da Baddest Bitch
The video will be officially released Friday, July 25th, 2008. Look for it on TV and YouTube, I'm sure.
This morning, Kevin provided me with a link that took me a little bit by surprise. An article from Switched.com details Korea's plan to remove its ban on using a cellular phone. Tim Stevens Writes:
We take many freedoms for granted, like the freedom to own and use a cell phone. In some countries cell phone use is banned, most notably North Korea, where getting caught on a cell phone is a crime punishable by public execution. But, the restrictive nation is finally starting to lift the ban, allowing its citizens to carry mobile phones.
Cell phones have been banned in North Korea since a 2004 explosion in the city of Ryongchon. Their use fell under other bans that included the distribution of leaflets or contact with anyone outside of the country. The ban on cell phones will first be lifted in the capitol city of Pyongyang sometime this year, and then extended throughout the country later. Egypt's Orascom Telecom will provide wireless service.
Did you catch that? Public Execution. What amazes me isn't so much the fact that cell phone usage was banned, that's somewhat understandable, when you take into account the number of accidents and stupid mistakes that are caused every year because of careless people on cells. What amazes me is North Korea's way to set the example. Even with this ridiculously punished ban lifted I'm sure that people will continue to walk around in fear.
According to Donga, Its been 4 years since the ban was put into effect by the communist regime, and it was only on Feb 18 or this year that the government announced that starting with the country's capital, Pyongyang, and then extending into the rest of the rest country, it was now okay to use a cell.
I wonder how people deal with these issues. and How different life must be for them. I would be seriously angry at whatever god i worship if i got publicly killed because of being on a freakin cell phone.
I smile when we meet, laugh when we talk but when I put it all behind me I turn to see I'm still alone. I pretend like this momentary lapse isnt real, Like there is something waiting for me in the dark.
A part of me left with you A part that you helped create, I still havent decided If its a part I can live without.
Days seem to pass faster, I am aware that distance is playing its part, and its slowly getting easier, still the sound of that voice, tears, and heals all at once. I am lost for you, and losing myself in the mean.
I do not know how to explain the thoughts, I know only to let them take over. I fill my empty moments with distractions and tell my self its all the same.
I am not dying, Im not even crying anymore, but I feel different, careless. I am no longer trying to make sense of this I longer care if we turn out okay, As long as I do.
A while ago I made a post about all the strange little quirks that you could entertain yourself with on the vast array of Google site. Spending about 98% of my life in front of the computer, I have a lot of time to spend looking for more of these (often) useless treasure. I recently discovered even more Amazing Google secrets, similar to the ones I had listed in that older post.
GOOGLE MAPS - It’s been fixed now, but it used to be possible to ask Google Maps for directions from your house in Poughkeepsie (I just love the name of that city) to, say, the Vatican in Rome and be told that you would have to swim many thousands of miles across the Atlantic Ocean in order to get there. Google’s way of saying Americans need more exercise
FLIGHT SIMULATOR - Within the Folds of the Google Earth program is a flight simulator. Accessed by pressing Ctrl-Alt-A on the keyboard (or Command-Option-A for you Mac users), you’re given the chance to try your hand at piloting either a propeller-powered plane or an F16 jet. You’re also given a choice of starting from a number of famous airports. Controls are available, and they’re worth a gander. This is harder than it seems
iGOOGLE 3:14AM - That infamous little beast that usually swims in that dark lake in Loch Ness can be spotted just off the coast of Google at 3:14am. If you set your browser to the Beach iGoogle theme and wait, hopefully staying awake, little Nessie will surface from the sea for approximately 60 seconds. The rumor is that Google developers wanted to create a tribute to the mathematical quantity Pi or something (roughly equal to 3.14159 as in 3:14am). On other themes, you can spot the Aurora Borealis (Seasonal Scape), spot kitsune (mythical fox spirits common to Japanese folklore) appearing in the Tea House theme, or see an alien abduction all at 3:14am.
GOOGLE LANGUAGES - Love Cartoons? Ever wanted to momentarily pretend you were Elmer Fudd? Google gives you that chance with Google Elmer Fudd. Further possibilities include Pig Latin and even Klingon. Shouldve guessed that all those Saturday Mornings would’ve affected a few.
GOOGLE GULP - In 2005, Google decided that--instead of just making Google searches smarter--it would do its damndest to make the people conducting Google searches smarter as well. The solution--literally--was Google Gulp Beta, a drink formulated in four yummy flavors (Glutamate Grape, Sugar-Free Radical, Beta Carroty, and Sero-Tonic Water). The secret ingredient: a chemical compound designed to optimize the drinker's use of the Google search engine by rendering the individual more intelligent. For all you non-MENSA members, here's the bad news: It was another Google hoax. Oh, well--back to MSG and syrupy radicals...
GOOGLE EASTER EGG GAME - If you type in “google easter eggs” and hit the”I’m Feeling Lucky” button, you’re treated to a minigame in which you control a rabbit and have to catch eggs which then spell out the word “Google”.
GOOGLE ROMANCE - Since 2000, Google has honored Every April Fool's Day by preying on the gullible. In 2006, it went after lonely hearts with a Google Romance beta program, which purported to offer "users both a psychographic matchmaking service and all-expenses-paid dates for couples who agree to experience contextually relevant advertising throughout the course of their evening." Free foods for ads? I’m just wondering what they meant by ‘experience’
GMAIL PAPER - As part of a 2007 April Fool's Day joke, Google announced the debut of Gmail Paper, which would allow users to create a hard copy of their entire Gmail account. In a nod toward environmental consciousness, Google said that it would avoid cutting trees down to print people's Gmail archives, instead using paper composed of "96 percent post-consumer organic soybean sputum." Oh well.
GOOGLE GOTH AND LOCO - To find this hidden Google treasure, type 'Google Gothic' into the Google search field and--instead of hitting the Search button--select 'I'm feeling lucky.' You'll see Googoth, a specialized search engine that caters to "dark, gothic, industrial, and alternative topics." This search site is not related to Google. Another specialized site unrelated to Google is Google Loco, a parody of Google that's rife with bouncy characters and flashing colors. Tip: Try Google Loco in Internet Explorer for an even better, muy loco experience.
GOOGLE ESP SEARCH - Have you ever been too lazy to type in your Google search query? If so, consider Google MentalPlex search. This Google service figures out what you're looking for before you touch the keyboard, by analyzing the previous five sites you visited and factoring in your local air pressure, your astrological sign, and the "speed and vector of your mouse movements." Okay, you didn't have to conduct an imaginary search to figure this one out: Google MentalPlex was the April Fool's Day hoax for 2000.
GOOGLE STREET VIEWS - The Google employees that make our favorite cool Google services often go unrecognized. But that's not the case with Google Street Views. In a rare Google display of self-acclaim. the Google Street View team posed in the back of the company's Googleplex headquarters in Mountain View, California in--you guessed it--a Google Street View. Other Google Street View nifties, include the view of a drive by shooting (?!), and I’m sure more I haven’t found yet.
GOOGLE TiSP - Are you poor? Well then cheapskates rejoice. If you ever wished for no-cost broadband Internet access without having to steal it from your neighbor or discommode yourself in any way, Google's free (but advertising-supported) TiSP service is a dream come true. To get TiSP (short for Toilet Internet Service Provider), you first obtain a free self-install kit from Google. Next, you flush one end of the fiber-optic cable (included in kit) down the toilet and then wait for about an hour while the line is connected to the Internet via a "Plumbing Hardware Dispatcher (PHD)." Now hook up your Google wireless router and you're done. Yeah, it was a Google hoax.
GOOGLE TV - oh, GoogleTV. Simply follow the steps outlined by Infinite Solutions host Mark Erickson in this instructional video. The bad news: If you hope to gain on-demand streaming access to ABC, CBC, NBC, and Fox's primetime line-ups, you'll be sorely disappointed. Infinite Solutions is a parody of a tech show, and none of its mirthful tech "tutorials" really work.
Lastly, here’s a screen shot of that Teddy Bear Thing in Picasa (Ctrl-Shift-Y):
Love it.
On a completely unrealted note, I just found out my friend David will have his art featured on Burger King bags, cups, f on the package for their fries and onion ring holders. It goes without saying that the man is an amazing artist. His girlfriend, my life-long best friend, Tati told me this amazing news today. And I am just beyond proud of him. Good Job Dave!
Moving on, it’s the summer, and I’m working myself to the bone. I got a new desk for my little ol apartment, but I can’t get it in there without a truck and without first moving the giant snake/reptile enclosure that used to house my Burmese python out the door and down the uneven stairs to the dumpster.
Language is important to me. Born in Rio de Janeiro to Swiss and brazilian parents, then moving to Miami, I knew 4 languages by the age of 8.
In Jerry Lewis's words: "The announcer's test is given to anyone in radio or television who wants to be specifically announcer. And it involves retention, memory, repetition, enunciation. It involves diction. And it involves 10 factors that use every alphabet letter in the alphabet a variety of times."
Thanks in part to my love for all things linguistic, since coming across this on big boss lee's blog, I now recite this as do my dishes.
It has a permanent home in my repertoire of riddles, tongue twisters, and delicious sentences.
Here it is:
One hen. One hen; two ducks. One hen; two ducks; three squawking geese. One hen; two ducks; three squawking geese; four Limerick oysters. One hen; two ducks; three squawking geese; four Limerick oysters; five corpulent porpoises. One hen; two ducks; three squawking geese; four Limerick oysters; five corpulent porpoises; six pairs of Don Alversos tweezers. One hen; two ducks; three squawking geese; four Limerick oysters; five corpulent porpoises; six pairs of Don Alversos tweezers; 7,000 Macedonians in full battle array. One hen; two ducks; three squawking geese; four Limerick oysters; five corpulent porpoises; six pairs of Don Alversos tweezers; 7,000 Macedonians in full battle array; eight brass monkeys from the ancient sacred crypts of Egypt. One hen; two ducks; three squawking geese; four Limerick oysters; five corpulent porpoises; six pairs of Don Alversos tweezers; 7,000 Macedonians in full battle array; eight brass monkeys from the ancient sacred crypts of Egypt; nine apathetic, sympathetic, diabetic old men on roller skates with a marked propensity toward procrastination and sloth. One hen; two ducks; three squawking geese; four Limerick oysters; five corpulent porpoises; six pairs of Don Alversos tweezers; 7,000 Macedonians in full battle array; eight brass monkeys from the ancient sacred crypts of Egypt; nine apathetic, sympathetic, diabetic old men on roller skates with a marked propensity toward procrastination and sloth; 10 lyrical, spherical, diabolical denizens of the deep who hall stall around the corner of the quo of the quay of the quivery, all at the same time.
On Freeze Dried Movies SimSandwich gives a pretty damn good explication of the Movie's General plotline, so good in fact that I get to be lazy and just ctrl+c:
John Hancock, an alcoholic, irritable, and burnt-out superhero who technically protects Los Angeles from every day criminals. As the film begins, he more or less accidentally stops the escape of a car full of robbers, and in the process destroys countless buildings, sections of the freeway, and vehicles.
Right, Drunk superhero, destroys more than he protects. Just what the trailer said. Moving Along:
Meanwhile, our other lead, Ray (Jason Bateman) is also on the outs – he’s a PR rep who wants to save the world, not his client’s bottom line. As luck would have it, Hancock saves Ray from near death when his car gets stuck on the train tracks, and to repay him, Ray decides to take Hancock as a new client, working to repair his image. Ray takes Hancock home to meet his family: a young son, and his beautiful wife (Charlize Theron), who is automatically suspicious of Hancock’s intentions.
Her suspicion can clue the attentive watcher on what is going on. While the newer trailer spills the beans on the secret that Hancock carries with him, it doesnt really hint much towards what that secret is. A smart move on the studio's part, although I'm not too sure where I sit with this. The secret changes the story's ultimate meaning, as well as the ultimate significance of Hancock as a character, not only in the movie itself, but in our ass-fucked little world. The twist hints at a higher calling for superheros, and forces you to consider them as angels, or god. To get really heady, the movie ultimately forces you to evaluate what your own damn role in this world is.
I'v heard mixed reviews of how this plot 'twist' has made people feel, but me personally, i liked it. As Sim said
at the end of the day, the film is about all three characters, not just Hancock.
And the necessary change in the story line not only adds substance to an otherwise vapid film, it ultimately makes the movie what it is.
I would recommend it if youre bored on a tuesday, if you want to see drunk people fly, and if youre an arrested development fan who wants to see Jason Bateman do his thing, or if you've seen everything else already. If you own a t.v. the size of Tecas, you may as well just wait for DVD.
Wanted
Did you see Crank? Did you love it? cuz if you did, then youre gonna flip over backwards and piss yourself in excitement over Wanted. A Dick Flick at heart, this movie packs an awesome punch with hot women (or woman, really), secret soceities, Morgan Freeman, car chases, explosions, even rats with bombs on their backs.
Really, though, the special effects make this movie. I mean, bullet rewinds, rats that crawl up peanut butter covered tracks into a dump truck by the thousands, bending bullets?? You know that shit's not real. Still, its pulled off very well.
For the Post-Production afficionados out there, I can say that there was some wonderful post work in this movie. Colors, effects, lighting, were all near perfect, but you really shouldnt expect anything less from big budget hollywood.
To sum it up, let me say this: It is not often that I go to a movie and say "That was fun, lets do it again" when the credits start rolling. This time I did just that.
Oh, and one of my fav NIN songs is in the movie. I couldnt find it online for download. but here's a vid.
I haven't really been doing much lately, except maybe working, writing, watching movies (I still owe this blog a Hancock review) and slowly devouring the 2 lb tub of roasted pine nut hummus that my super awesome mother got me this past weekend in Miami. Speaking of...
The fourth of July in Key Byscayne was awesome. I got to eat delicious ham and potatoes. They had freakin smiley face fireworks and then heart fireworks that turned into penises as they drooped to their slow untimely demise. Even cooler, was that before the fireworks, we got an awesome lighting storm. humongous piercing stabs of light that made my mother run away from the balcony gasping like a cartoon elephant that saw a cartoon mouse in a cartoon circus car, in a cartoon movie.
it was funny and i giggled.
Tonight, i sit with the ladies in my living room, eating like pregnant heffers who haven't eaten for a long long time. its amazing. I now turn my attention to fine females and ignore the lot of you. sry, srsly.
This is my claim to fame, I guess, I hope. I've joined Technorati", and maybe have most likely decided to keep my blog hosted here, on my dear and beloved blogspot, with the blogspot address. That wouldn't really change anything about what Im trying to do, expect maybe the way shit links from my site.
The site should be up in a little while, ive still got to get everything set up. But it will include, among other things: - my blog (which grows closer and closer to my heart) - Calendar of Events (Miami and Orlando, Club, Art, and Culture, Im sick of looking everywhere and finding nothing easy) - Store (My stuff, Other stuff, Fun stuff) looking forward to it.
They met through their writing, sharing poems and stories for critique and praise. Their courtship was intense, filled with passion, art. She felt that he was a perfect counterpart for her odd and intricate manners. He knew that she complimented him in ways he had expected. Together, they harbored a special kind of love, a fun understanding of each other’s weakness. But then it wasn’t enough, after 4 years, as the voices in the room grew louder, her need for more, his fear of failure led them to want what the other couldn’t offer. He left, and while admittedly, she did kind of push him away, she remains doubtful that he would’ve stayed had she not done so. For her, loves takes the shape of an evil, dark thing. It is the menace, the culprit, the thing responsible. Change comes quick for the both of them. He grows lonely, she grows wary.
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She met him through a friend in an empty nightclub. He was kind, caring and somewhat innocent; he was something completely unheard of to her, and the idea of having her close, was as foreign to him. Through patience and understanding they worked to conquer each other’s fears. They shared simple, honest moments that brought them closer. He helped her understand that trust was possible, and that love was learnable, renewable within one person, that deep within the crack in her heart was a fire that needed kindling. She spends her days assessing how she, an overall mess in a chaotic world, was able to bring his courage and comfort this far. Together, they stand on the edge of something marvelous.
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One Woman. One life. One Song. Two Men. Two Meanings. Enjoy.
My blog maintains a very clean appearance. I like that because it offsets the insanity in both my daily life and the randomness of the majority of my blogposts. Lately, with the increasing traffic finding its way, ive been looking for ways to make it easier for people to post my posts to their bookmarking sites as well as other sites in the same vein.
Enter ShareThis. This nifty little link, located next to the comments and posted by crap at the end of each post, makes it possible for my valued readers to not only add my posts to their bookmarking sites, but also gives them capability to post to myspace, facebook, stumble, as well as emailing all from one little button.
So distribute and enjoy my little darlings. Because I have enough craziness to make the rounds a couple times.
Gotta love it. And, since we're on the subject of profanity, Blink 182, on a compilation lovingly entitled "Short Music for Short People" made this delightful little ditty, which one can only assume was inspired the late great Carlin. Family Reunion, with its catchy little jingle is guaranteed to stay with you forever.
According to Wiki:
"Family Reunion" is a 36 second song by blink-182 consisting mostly of profanity. Clearly inspired by the 10 word version of George Carlin's Seven Words You Can Never Say, the band has been playing the song since their Cheshire Cat days.
The song was recorded in the studio for Short Music for Short People, an album released in 1999 for Fat Wreck Chords and appears on the band's live album, released in 2000, The Mark, Tom, and Travis Show: The Enema Strikes Back.
The only words that are not 'profanities' are 'and', 'my', 'too', 'I', 'your', 'dad', 'mom' and the entire last line; although in some circles the words 'fart', 'suck' and 'turd' may only be considered minorly offensive and not actual profanities.
In some music stores such as Music World and HMV, the song is completely removed in the listening booths while other songs remain intact because of the offensive terms.
So now, without Further ado, I present you, your verbal bashing for the day
So this morning I get to work, and as is my routine when i do so, the first thing that i do, is pour myself a cup of coffee and walk out back to warehouse for my 'breakfast' smoke. Most days, this simple act is incredibly uneventful, and rarely merits mention in any of my conversations, let alone my writing.
What makes to today different you ask?
Well, when i opened the warehouse back door, staring up at me, from the floor, was a beautiful and serene albeit very dead dead bird. Its not exactly surprising that my new little avian friend met his match against our upper floor office windows (the crash spot smears were there to prove it), since 3.5 million birds die per year by crashing into windows and glass panes. And, no, the image is not the bird we found, because before i was able to take a picture, his feathery little carcass was thrown in our lagoon (why yes we do have a lagoon outback)and back into the circle of life as a hearty healthy meal for our little gators (yes, we have gators too).
Anywho, in case it hasn't been perceived yet, this post is absolutely pointless. So to give it a point, Ill provide you fine readers with links and shit to some of the things that have been filling my life with joy and wonder, or whatever.
Got a good story? wanna share some music? want me to list your link? want to sing my praises? got something going on? I'm easy to find.
mgapany@gmail.com
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I write reviews, I write stories, I write about my daily occurences, I complain about everything. I have a few blogs throughout the world, but this one is my favorite, mostly because it's mine.
Both reading and writing are acts of supreme faith. They are both, in essence, a call to grace, a belief in the miraculous - that we might come to see through stories what we had not previously seen, that we might come to understand what had, before that moment, remained uncertain, undefined. The mask of fiction, of writing and reading stories, does not, in the end, disguise our faces but instead reveals who we really are. In the, stories acknowledge life's difficulty and sadness but insist that we go on anyway, that we always hold to our faith, to our belief in grace.
