By this time last year I had finished reading “Point Counter Point” , “The White Fang”, “Cannery Row” and whenever I was bored I was reading bits by “Love All The People” by Bill Hicks. By this time last year, I had read “Pulp” by Bukowski, almost done with University work and I was communicating with a homeless man who would like to call himself “Bumdog” via e-mail. By this time last year I was impressed and disgusted with how people give birth to kids just for fun.
This year is quite similar. By now I have read “White Nights”, “Franny And Zooey” , “The Sunset Limited” and working on essays for the University. It seems that people still give birth to kids just for fun or for the benefit that they get for each kid. But now I am not disgusted or even slightly impressed by it. It seems that it’s a trend. A trend just like faded jeans, haircuts, a genre of music or words used without even knowing the meaning of them. And people have always preferred the easiest path. It’s in our nature I guess. So, why work to get paid when you can give birth and get paid by the number of babies you pop out of your baby? You’re a self-employed factory-like human being, well that only if you have the right set of genitals.
On the other hand, on the local newspaper’s website, I read that Preston has one of the most growing and biggest prostitution markets in the U.K. I tried to find that specific article just for the readers’ comments but I couldn’t find it. Man some people were going CRAZY. About how it’s totally wrong and blah blah blah. Think about this smart ass: What if your precious son was born with an anomaly and the only way for him to get laid was to pay for it? Would you turn to these girls then or you’d let your boy grow old and die sex-free and starved? Think about how you talk about and treat women before you go on with your "save morality campaign".
It’s funny how we remember of our morals when it comes down to prostitution and saying that “it should be illegal” but it’s all fine when getting paid without doing any work at all and we’re all opposed to doing community work to get paid.
But I found this: http://www.lep.co.uk/news/the_cold_call_girls_1_58232
Well, I’m way too tired to keep writing. Like this time last year, I am going to make myself something to eat watch a movie/ read and try to go to sleep before midnight. I’ve been getting really good at it.
L8ERZ YOU N0OBZ
Sunday 21 November 2010
Tuesday 2 November 2010
Buh Bye October
After spending 3 hours in the library searching for information that I didn’t even know where to attain from I ended up with this conclusion: FORGET ABOUT ROPES, PILLS AND ALL THESE UNTRUSTWORTHY MEANS. A DOUBLE BARREL SHOTGUN WILL DO THE JOB NO DOUBT; or a cigarette, a cup of coffee and some relaxation.
I went to Manchester and Leeds for the weekend. I walked down the streets of Leeds, smoked and window shopped till 8pm. I had dinner and then headed to the gig. Didn’t make it in so I went to another gig. We stayed at the venue after the gig was finished and got drunk with some zombies, tigers and penguins. It was more than alright. You could say I’d flat lined if I didn’t have a good time.
I got back at the hotel at around 3 am. I don’t want to sound poetic or smart here but a hotel bed is a lot colder and emptier when sleeping alone than the one at home. Before I fell asleep I ate what it could possibly be, the most peppered pizza in the world. I woke up at 10 am with a stomach ache and a dry mouth. Drank water, took shower, checked out.
12am : Met a zombie at the Leeds’ train station’s parking lot. I got coffee and a sandwich. Had breakfast on the way back home. We made jokes of having loads of girlfriends and how they call me all the time just to tell me that they’re sluts. We drove back to Manchester. Drank tea, smoked and played Red Dead Redemption. “I’m such a slut” could be the punch line of this trip.
Goodbye October, misery doesn’t love company. Misery loves country music, literature and academic reading. Misery loves writing and most certainly misery doesn’t love you. Misery just gets stuck with you sometimes.
I went to Manchester and Leeds for the weekend. I walked down the streets of Leeds, smoked and window shopped till 8pm. I had dinner and then headed to the gig. Didn’t make it in so I went to another gig. We stayed at the venue after the gig was finished and got drunk with some zombies, tigers and penguins. It was more than alright. You could say I’d flat lined if I didn’t have a good time.
I got back at the hotel at around 3 am. I don’t want to sound poetic or smart here but a hotel bed is a lot colder and emptier when sleeping alone than the one at home. Before I fell asleep I ate what it could possibly be, the most peppered pizza in the world. I woke up at 10 am with a stomach ache and a dry mouth. Drank water, took shower, checked out.
12am : Met a zombie at the Leeds’ train station’s parking lot. I got coffee and a sandwich. Had breakfast on the way back home. We made jokes of having loads of girlfriends and how they call me all the time just to tell me that they’re sluts. We drove back to Manchester. Drank tea, smoked and played Red Dead Redemption. “I’m such a slut” could be the punch line of this trip.
Goodbye October, misery doesn’t love company. Misery loves country music, literature and academic reading. Misery loves writing and most certainly misery doesn’t love you. Misery just gets stuck with you sometimes.
Friday 29 October 2010
Mixtape
I didn’t realize how weeks passed since I came in here. Guess studying, music and reading made these weeks feel like seconds. Today I handed in my first essay and now I’m just sitting around bored at 22:48 after I watched Toy Story 3, which I must say that you should all go watch. Anyway, this post has nothing to do with Toy Story 3 or any other movie.
Since I’m bored and I have no cassettes or any means that would help me to make a mixtape and I feel like making one I’ll do it here with videos from youtube. Corny? Who cares? It’s the internet and you can do, say and write whatever you please. So if you’re going to whine, save it. Enjoy.
1: Such Great Heights, originally written and performed by “The Postal Service”. I won't lie. I did hear this song first by Streetlight Manifesto covering it. I like both versions the same but not being able to pick which one I should put on here I’ll put the original.
2: Kristina She Don’t Know I Exist, originally written and performed by Catch 22. A good friend of mine played this song for me when we were 15 or 16 and I loved it.
3: Twisting the night away, by Sam Cooke. This might be an old one but it never fails to cheer me up. I was in between this and “We’re Having A Party” but I picked this one because I can.
4: When You’re Smiling, by Louis Prima. Once again I was in between “When You’re Smiling” and “Banana Split For My Baby” but I picked this one for obvious reasons.
5: Beyond The Sea, by Bobby Darin. After this summer vacations this song seems to soften the images in my head and remind me of a small car packed with tents, sleeping bags and 4 loud mouths.
6: Walking My Baby Back Home, Nat King Cole. Just because I like it?
7:Everyday by Buddy Holly. I always liked Buddy Holly but I had never listened to his music and even when I had I didn't know it was Buddy Holly. A couple of years ago I started getting familiar with his music so this MUST go up. Plus, this song was in one of my all time favorite movies “Stand By Me”.
8: Gone For Good, The Shins. I discovered The Shins at the beginning of this year and even though I haven’t listened to them properly this song got stuck in my head and made me look for their music.
9: Rock Hard Times, by the Eeels: When I was back home earlier this year I went through my old cds. The ones I used to listen to when in high-school and I fell all over again for the “Shootenanny” album. Listened to it on repeat for a week or so, so here you go.
10: Can I Change My Mind, by Delroy Wilson. No reasons. Just because I can.
11: Bobby Jean by Bruce Springsteen. You cannot have a mixtape without Bruce Springsteen in it.
There would be more but I got tired and I'm pretty sure these would fill the first side of a cassette. I might do the other side some other time. Till then, BABABOOEE.
Since I’m bored and I have no cassettes or any means that would help me to make a mixtape and I feel like making one I’ll do it here with videos from youtube. Corny? Who cares? It’s the internet and you can do, say and write whatever you please. So if you’re going to whine, save it. Enjoy.
1: Such Great Heights, originally written and performed by “The Postal Service”. I won't lie. I did hear this song first by Streetlight Manifesto covering it. I like both versions the same but not being able to pick which one I should put on here I’ll put the original.
2: Kristina She Don’t Know I Exist, originally written and performed by Catch 22. A good friend of mine played this song for me when we were 15 or 16 and I loved it.
3: Twisting the night away, by Sam Cooke. This might be an old one but it never fails to cheer me up. I was in between this and “We’re Having A Party” but I picked this one because I can.
4: When You’re Smiling, by Louis Prima. Once again I was in between “When You’re Smiling” and “Banana Split For My Baby” but I picked this one for obvious reasons.
5: Beyond The Sea, by Bobby Darin. After this summer vacations this song seems to soften the images in my head and remind me of a small car packed with tents, sleeping bags and 4 loud mouths.
6: Walking My Baby Back Home, Nat King Cole. Just because I like it?
7:Everyday by Buddy Holly. I always liked Buddy Holly but I had never listened to his music and even when I had I didn't know it was Buddy Holly. A couple of years ago I started getting familiar with his music so this MUST go up. Plus, this song was in one of my all time favorite movies “Stand By Me”.
8: Gone For Good, The Shins. I discovered The Shins at the beginning of this year and even though I haven’t listened to them properly this song got stuck in my head and made me look for their music.
9: Rock Hard Times, by the Eeels: When I was back home earlier this year I went through my old cds. The ones I used to listen to when in high-school and I fell all over again for the “Shootenanny” album. Listened to it on repeat for a week or so, so here you go.
10: Can I Change My Mind, by Delroy Wilson. No reasons. Just because I can.
11: Bobby Jean by Bruce Springsteen. You cannot have a mixtape without Bruce Springsteen in it.
There would be more but I got tired and I'm pretty sure these would fill the first side of a cassette. I might do the other side some other time. Till then, BABABOOEE.
Friday 22 October 2010
Manchester, Leeds, Halloween, Coffee, Beer, Cigarettes, Hotel
I used to do that some years ago so I can still do this now. Since my Halloween plans for partying in Leeds went all downhill, I decided that this won’t stop me from going out, having a good time, see a new city and see a band that I like.
So here’s my plan: On the 30th of October I’m going to Manchester. I’m going to visit some friends of mine, we’re going to get a few drinks, take away, watch a movie and spend the night at theirs. On the morning of 31st I’m taking the bus from Manchester and heading to Leeds. The day will probably involve aimless walking around and smoking , coffee drinking and then meal and reading at the cheapest restaurant I can find. Then later on the day, I’m planning on getting my ticket from the venue and go for a beer. Same process on repeat again. Drink and reading till it’s time to go to the gig.
Then after the band does its encore, if they do one, I’m taking my back pack and go for another beer at a nice bar that I hope I’ll find. Then after that, I’m heading to my hotel for some sleeping.
Wake up in the morning, have coffee and then take the train/ bus back to Preston, study and write about my time in Manchester and Leeds. How does that sound? Sounds pretty good to me.
Now I've got to go back and continue with this essay esse...
p.s: I was planning on saying something about how University’s going but I don’t want to jinx it.
p.s2: I was planning on dressing up like an idiot but now I’ll just go as Felix.
p.s3: I might take my camera and put my touristy thing going on.
So here’s my plan: On the 30th of October I’m going to Manchester. I’m going to visit some friends of mine, we’re going to get a few drinks, take away, watch a movie and spend the night at theirs. On the morning of 31st I’m taking the bus from Manchester and heading to Leeds. The day will probably involve aimless walking around and smoking , coffee drinking and then meal and reading at the cheapest restaurant I can find. Then later on the day, I’m planning on getting my ticket from the venue and go for a beer. Same process on repeat again. Drink and reading till it’s time to go to the gig.
Then after the band does its encore, if they do one, I’m taking my back pack and go for another beer at a nice bar that I hope I’ll find. Then after that, I’m heading to my hotel for some sleeping.
Wake up in the morning, have coffee and then take the train/ bus back to Preston, study and write about my time in Manchester and Leeds. How does that sound? Sounds pretty good to me.
Now I've got to go back and continue with this essay esse...
p.s: I was planning on saying something about how University’s going but I don’t want to jinx it.
p.s2: I was planning on dressing up like an idiot but now I’ll just go as Felix.
p.s3: I might take my camera and put my touristy thing going on.
Sunday 10 October 2010
How To Empty Your Pockets
The smell of 3 half-empty cups of coffee on my desk makes me want to hurl. They’re plastic cups though, so I don’t need to wash them or anything. I just empty them and throw them away. I got a bottle of orange juice by my side and a half-full packet of Marlboro lights as well. I don’t smoke inside cause I don’t want my clothes to reek of smoke. Funny isn’t it? I never minded it untill now.
Anyway, if anyone told me that I would be able to see the train passing by from the window of my future room I’d get excited. But it’s not that pleasant. Every time it passes by it makes my bed shake a little and the noise...well don’t get me started on the noise. But I got used to it funnily enough. It’s like one of those misfortunes that you just get used to by the time.
I spend most of my days reading academic books and fiction literature, drinking coffee and walking/smoking my way around the city of Preston thinking and day dreaming. Not like a teenage girl would do, while playing with her pig-tails. Like a 22 year old man with a beard does. The manly man way. Day dreaming about the past the future and even the present. As Deborah Harry once sang in one of her songs “dreaming is free”. So even though I rarely engage in a conversation with another human, apart from the times I’m in class or I order my coffee, I seem to get accustomed to this. But it seems that it has a dangerous effect on me. Thank god for technology and especially telephones. Oh sweet technology without you I’d just be a phoneless bearded ex-chain smoker. But now, you connect me with million voices.
“Sorry, do you have a minute?” a girl stops and asks me. I tell her that of course I do and let her surprise me with all the information that would lead to the same old question: “Would you be interested in becoming a member of our organization”. My reply is negative. She insists: “Are you sure you don’t wanna be a member…not even a little bit?” I answer: “I didn’t know there’s a way of being a member of an organization just a little bit…I thought you either were or you were not.” She laughs and then smiles at me…”Yeah, you're right. Have a nice day…” I smile back and I’m on my way. She was cute.
P.S: Once again I got you. Title's misleading and the picture has nothing to do with the text.
Thursday 2 September 2010
Lose Weight And Still Be Overweight
All these years, all this back and forth from my city and to another country, had made me forget about the littlest things that define and differentiate the place I was born from any other. . I’m not talking about the millions of coffee shops, almost around every corner and everywhere you turn your head to. Neither about, the kiosks or markets or any of these things.
I had forgotten how my city yawns, day and night. How it stretches in total boredom and tries to catch up with the madness of any other capital of the world. How it moves in slow motion and almost every time of the day some parts smell like the “piss-patrol unit” cruised around during the night and sprayed the whole place for our odour pleasure.
Just like every other capital it's got a lot to offer, plenty to admire and the same phobias, mentalities and "philosophies". After I spent couple of months re-living and remembering all these, we decided to leave the mainland and go to an island.
We left Athens to go camping on an island called Crete. We spent 10 days, sleeping under the sky, feeding ourselves with tin cans, getting drunk at night and taking dumps in little taverns. Pretending we were going there for their coffee or little local treats. It was amazing at least, eventhough their coffee was the worst I've ever tasted. You could actually chew on coffee or sugar bits in between every drag. I never knew that I can’t climb or walk on a rocky surface without falling at least twice. Now, I know.
I’d go through analyzing every single day we were there but I won’t. I’ll just jump to the last two days as they strike me as the most fascinating.
So, we had very little store of fuel in the tank and money to last us for about 3 days. Enough to ride for an hour or so, and the distance to the port where we were supposed to take our ship from, was 2 and a half hours away. All the petrol stations had ran out as well, due to a strike. So, we were either going to sit still and wait for the strike to come to an end or try our luck.
It was around 5:30 in the afternoon when we got informed that the strike had come to an end, and all the gas stations would be open and servicing the very next day. One of us talked to an acquaintance of his, that happened to be also at a camp site. About 45 minutes to 1 hour away from where we were staying.
From that same source, we got informed about a beach party that was going to take place there that same night. So with no second thoughts we packed our bags and at 10:30 at night we left our spots and hit the road. I don’t know if we did it because we wanted to push our luck or because we were dying for some partying and “socializing” but what matters is that we did it anyway.
It turned out that it was a beach party which was organized by the youth members of a “leftish” political party. We heard from a guy that even the chairman of that political party would appear at the campsite the very next day.
Before we even get to familiarize ourselves with that information, a bottle of wine, few beers, some raki and a couple drinks later we were partying up on the beach. Even if we tried to be reasonable and go to sleep early, as we had to get up at 6 in the morning the very next day, the "car surfing", "car air swimming" and plenty other activities didn't allow us to. Also taking pictures with strangers without them being aware and trying to talk to girls about playing golf using rabbit holes while they were discussing politics, relationship matters and what not, didn't help us go to bed either. All and all it was fun. At least for us.
I'm in Preston right now and the weather has some serious mood-swings issues. Well, I did my part, wrote another entry on here, you did your part by reading it...well,
Till hell freezes over and I stop goofing it up, bababooee.
p.s: the title is misleading, sorry fatties.
I had forgotten how my city yawns, day and night. How it stretches in total boredom and tries to catch up with the madness of any other capital of the world. How it moves in slow motion and almost every time of the day some parts smell like the “piss-patrol unit” cruised around during the night and sprayed the whole place for our odour pleasure.
Just like every other capital it's got a lot to offer, plenty to admire and the same phobias, mentalities and "philosophies". After I spent couple of months re-living and remembering all these, we decided to leave the mainland and go to an island.
We left Athens to go camping on an island called Crete. We spent 10 days, sleeping under the sky, feeding ourselves with tin cans, getting drunk at night and taking dumps in little taverns. Pretending we were going there for their coffee or little local treats. It was amazing at least, eventhough their coffee was the worst I've ever tasted. You could actually chew on coffee or sugar bits in between every drag. I never knew that I can’t climb or walk on a rocky surface without falling at least twice. Now, I know.
I’d go through analyzing every single day we were there but I won’t. I’ll just jump to the last two days as they strike me as the most fascinating.
So, we had very little store of fuel in the tank and money to last us for about 3 days. Enough to ride for an hour or so, and the distance to the port where we were supposed to take our ship from, was 2 and a half hours away. All the petrol stations had ran out as well, due to a strike. So, we were either going to sit still and wait for the strike to come to an end or try our luck.
It was around 5:30 in the afternoon when we got informed that the strike had come to an end, and all the gas stations would be open and servicing the very next day. One of us talked to an acquaintance of his, that happened to be also at a camp site. About 45 minutes to 1 hour away from where we were staying.
From that same source, we got informed about a beach party that was going to take place there that same night. So with no second thoughts we packed our bags and at 10:30 at night we left our spots and hit the road. I don’t know if we did it because we wanted to push our luck or because we were dying for some partying and “socializing” but what matters is that we did it anyway.
It turned out that it was a beach party which was organized by the youth members of a “leftish” political party. We heard from a guy that even the chairman of that political party would appear at the campsite the very next day.
Before we even get to familiarize ourselves with that information, a bottle of wine, few beers, some raki and a couple drinks later we were partying up on the beach. Even if we tried to be reasonable and go to sleep early, as we had to get up at 6 in the morning the very next day, the "car surfing", "car air swimming" and plenty other activities didn't allow us to. Also taking pictures with strangers without them being aware and trying to talk to girls about playing golf using rabbit holes while they were discussing politics, relationship matters and what not, didn't help us go to bed either. All and all it was fun. At least for us.
I'm in Preston right now and the weather has some serious mood-swings issues. Well, I did my part, wrote another entry on here, you did your part by reading it...well,
Till hell freezes over and I stop goofing it up, bababooee.
p.s: the title is misleading, sorry fatties.
Friday 16 July 2010
Mike Tyson VS Me
I’m sweating as I’m writing this. Guess the summer is showing its teeth and I couldn’t wish for anything else but Wednesday to come faster. See as the most of Athenians I’m abandoning the city to find shelter on a sunny island with a lovely beach and easy going life. Away from the same old scenery and everything that can drive one straight to boredom.
Not so many drunken nights of stupidity and pointless jokes have come until now, but on the contrary rejection keeps swinging at me like a mad boxer. I do feel like an unprotected fat kid, armed with just a candy bar in a ring with Mike Tyson, when at the peak of his career, every time I send away drafts of reviews and features to foreign and Greek publications.
The boxer keeps swinging at me but somehow whenever that mercyless right drive is inches from my fat delicate chin, my chocolate bar falls to the ground and I bend over to get it. Avoiding getting punched straight in the jaw and falling down unconscious. Then I get back up and run scared to the other end of the ring hoping that Mr. Tyson will take pity on me.
Well, I guess I avoided most of the swings and now I just have to wait till the bell rings and Mr. Tyson leave me alone. On Wednesday. That’ll be the time, when I’ll just get out and go to a place where I can enjoy my candy bars and what not fear getting punched free.
Thursday 10 June 2010
Don't Be Sloppy...It's Your Job
I believe it started a couple of years ago, when the first of their kind made its first appearance on the big screen. Blood sucking creatures of the night, with pale faces and handsome features doing a cat walk in front of the camera. You need nothing more than that, to make millions of female teenagers’ underwear get wet. Having them by your side, well you have a sure success in the business.
Then after the cat-walk and the so called “forbidden romance and love” between a mortal and an immortal -that could be criticized by many as necrophilia at its finest- there are the pointless stupid vampire vs other vampire fights.
That till the end of the movie where the prettiest immortal falls in love with the prettiest mortal but something comes along ruining their plans for eternal love and sunshine and you have to wait for the sequel to find out what it is.
Well, I was absolutely fine with these “movies”, “stories” or whatever you want to call them. As long as I was staying away from them at the movie theatre and at the video store they would leave me alone. They wouldn’t try to get in my brain or try to offend my intelligence or feelings.
Tonight, I was flicking through the channels on Television after I finished watching a movie that I picked from the video store. After some intense channel-changing, I decide to stop on a show that was on at that time.
The set, is the one of a bar/ restaurant. A man in a uniform walks in and towards the table where two elderly women are sat. He has an argument with one of these two ladies that it turns out to be his “mom”. The reason was that his girlfriend was calling him at late night hours and his “mom” was trying to “protect” him by cancelling his cell-phone contract.
So till now, we have a 30 year old man that is told by his mom what to do and what not to. I decide to light up another cigarette and stick around to see what happens next. The man finally realizes that he does have some sort of male genitalia hidden somewhere in his pants and says to his mom: “You should make my cell-phone work again or else…oh and by the way if you have to know why my girlfriend is calling at late night hours…It’s because she’s a vampire”.
Now that’s what I call a punch line. “My girlfriend calls me late at night because she’s a VAMPIRE and I broke my leg trying to jump off the fifth floor because I am Superman but my superpowers didn’t work because way too many people were watching me. OKAY MOM?! “
I know what you’re going to say “it’s a T.V show blah blah” and “get over yourself blah blah blah”. Well, first of all, the fact that it is a T.V show doesn’t excuse the dialogues and ESPECIALLY the punch lines to be worse than the ones one can hear in porn movies. And secondly, since when does a T.V show have an overall pardon to be lame and dumb?
Since when did love stories become so cliché? They killed it and now they try to kill it some more. Now that I got it off my chest, I’m going to go to bed and think of tall lilies- I’m talking tree size big ass lilies- and green grass and loud chill music and puppies that can talk and walking sky-scrapers and maybe slimmed down cows and all of them planning an attack against the people who write vampire stories and turn them into movies or T.V shows.
Then after the cat-walk and the so called “forbidden romance and love” between a mortal and an immortal -that could be criticized by many as necrophilia at its finest- there are the pointless stupid vampire vs other vampire fights.
That till the end of the movie where the prettiest immortal falls in love with the prettiest mortal but something comes along ruining their plans for eternal love and sunshine and you have to wait for the sequel to find out what it is.
Well, I was absolutely fine with these “movies”, “stories” or whatever you want to call them. As long as I was staying away from them at the movie theatre and at the video store they would leave me alone. They wouldn’t try to get in my brain or try to offend my intelligence or feelings.
Tonight, I was flicking through the channels on Television after I finished watching a movie that I picked from the video store. After some intense channel-changing, I decide to stop on a show that was on at that time.
The set, is the one of a bar/ restaurant. A man in a uniform walks in and towards the table where two elderly women are sat. He has an argument with one of these two ladies that it turns out to be his “mom”. The reason was that his girlfriend was calling him at late night hours and his “mom” was trying to “protect” him by cancelling his cell-phone contract.
So till now, we have a 30 year old man that is told by his mom what to do and what not to. I decide to light up another cigarette and stick around to see what happens next. The man finally realizes that he does have some sort of male genitalia hidden somewhere in his pants and says to his mom: “You should make my cell-phone work again or else…oh and by the way if you have to know why my girlfriend is calling at late night hours…It’s because she’s a vampire”.
Now that’s what I call a punch line. “My girlfriend calls me late at night because she’s a VAMPIRE and I broke my leg trying to jump off the fifth floor because I am Superman but my superpowers didn’t work because way too many people were watching me. OKAY MOM?! “
I know what you’re going to say “it’s a T.V show blah blah” and “get over yourself blah blah blah”. Well, first of all, the fact that it is a T.V show doesn’t excuse the dialogues and ESPECIALLY the punch lines to be worse than the ones one can hear in porn movies. And secondly, since when does a T.V show have an overall pardon to be lame and dumb?
Since when did love stories become so cliché? They killed it and now they try to kill it some more. Now that I got it off my chest, I’m going to go to bed and think of tall lilies- I’m talking tree size big ass lilies- and green grass and loud chill music and puppies that can talk and walking sky-scrapers and maybe slimmed down cows and all of them planning an attack against the people who write vampire stories and turn them into movies or T.V shows.
Tuesday 18 May 2010
We Can Raise The Titanic
The riots are over. Or so it seems. No signs of Molotov cocktails, broken windows or trashcans that were set on fire. The scent of tear gas has disappeared and the channels have forgotten all about the three people that died. It seems like both fashion anarchists and looters and fresh to the profession photo-reporters are waiting for their next chance to break through and shine. Wear their hoods/ armed with their cameras ready to give their own fight for equality and righteousness.
It’s that feeling you get after you read a feature on the web about how all these were “the calm before the storm” that actually makes you believe it. Makes you believe that the city centre of your country is actually going to turn in to a battlefield. But then I see a miracle somewhere in the horizon. To be honest, it feels like I’m the only one who sees it. There is a way out of this mess.
Many people say IMF, some others talk about help from the European Union but I say no. We can stand on our own. Let me tell you how. It seems like all the Greek female “celebrities”, will start becoming porn stars after the humble start that came from a famous pop singer/ model and whatever she thinks she is. Believe it or not, the copies of her porn movie sold like crazy. After that, another female “celebrity” made a porn movie, which came out like two days ago, while the sequel of the first celebrity’s movie is on its way. See where I’m coming from? Apart from an economical messed up country. Are you getting what I’m trying to say here? We could gather the money by making porn movies!!!!
Imagine that. I’ve never thought about it. Apart from a form of “entertainment” I’ve never thought that the porn industry had something more to offer. But here it is. Our rescue! Embrace it. As it seems by the polls 3 out of 4 Greeks have watched – either by downloading or by buying- the movies of these two so called celebrities.
So if all these so called celebrities came out and said “we’ll work our ass off (literally speaking) to save our country” EVERY GREEK, no matter political beliefs and social background, would be right behind them supporting what they’d be doing. Plus, we the Greeks are famous about spreading the love and hospitality.
So, here’s a proposal that I bet our government would love too: Drop the molotov cocktails, quit spending energy on riots and marches, shouting about justice and start making porn movies. Loads of them! Grab your camera and start shooting. Stop downloading the movies of these honest celebrities of ours that do their best in this dire time of our country and buy them. Give all your money and support them. Support your country. Watch porn.
I don’t mean that. I don’t know. We’re sinking slowly and soon enough- hopefully not- we’ll have to salute and go down with the sinking ship that they created. Enjoy your time and your summer. Hopefully I’ll find the nerve to write another entry during or before the summer. Till then take care.
It’s that feeling you get after you read a feature on the web about how all these were “the calm before the storm” that actually makes you believe it. Makes you believe that the city centre of your country is actually going to turn in to a battlefield. But then I see a miracle somewhere in the horizon. To be honest, it feels like I’m the only one who sees it. There is a way out of this mess.
Many people say IMF, some others talk about help from the European Union but I say no. We can stand on our own. Let me tell you how. It seems like all the Greek female “celebrities”, will start becoming porn stars after the humble start that came from a famous pop singer/ model and whatever she thinks she is. Believe it or not, the copies of her porn movie sold like crazy. After that, another female “celebrity” made a porn movie, which came out like two days ago, while the sequel of the first celebrity’s movie is on its way. See where I’m coming from? Apart from an economical messed up country. Are you getting what I’m trying to say here? We could gather the money by making porn movies!!!!
Imagine that. I’ve never thought about it. Apart from a form of “entertainment” I’ve never thought that the porn industry had something more to offer. But here it is. Our rescue! Embrace it. As it seems by the polls 3 out of 4 Greeks have watched – either by downloading or by buying- the movies of these two so called celebrities.
So if all these so called celebrities came out and said “we’ll work our ass off (literally speaking) to save our country” EVERY GREEK, no matter political beliefs and social background, would be right behind them supporting what they’d be doing. Plus, we the Greeks are famous about spreading the love and hospitality.
So, here’s a proposal that I bet our government would love too: Drop the molotov cocktails, quit spending energy on riots and marches, shouting about justice and start making porn movies. Loads of them! Grab your camera and start shooting. Stop downloading the movies of these honest celebrities of ours that do their best in this dire time of our country and buy them. Give all your money and support them. Support your country. Watch porn.
I don’t mean that. I don’t know. We’re sinking slowly and soon enough- hopefully not- we’ll have to salute and go down with the sinking ship that they created. Enjoy your time and your summer. Hopefully I’ll find the nerve to write another entry during or before the summer. Till then take care.
Saturday 3 April 2010
Mixtapes Childhood And Musical Scars
Alright I got to do this real quick as I'm at my uncle's house in Zante for the weekend and I came down to take a shower as right now I smell worst than I usualy smell (which is VERY good.)
Anyway, this one's about music. How from the very moment we enter this world a melody acompanies us through the best and worst moments of our lives. Hollywood has confirmed it as well with the movie soundtracks, the mellow background music they put in "the first kiss" scenes, the loud-fast music in action scenes etc.
I remember long road trips with my family, and the first thing my father used to do before we begin is to slide one of his cassettes in the car's tape-player. Even if there was a variety of songs in these tapes I can still hear myself humming the melody of Bob Dylan's songs and some of Bruce Springsteen's. If I listen to a song that used to play during road trips, of one of those two artists, I can assure you that I'll be able to tell you where I first listened to it, what my reactions were and what I was seeing through the back-seat's window.
I also remember the very first mix-tape I ever made during Junior Highschool. Here's my top 5: Bob Dylan- If you see her say hello, Bruce Springsteen- The river, Bright Eyes- at the bottom of everything, Sting- Roxanne, Simon and Garfunkel - Sound of Silence/ Red Rubber Ball.
It is undoubtful, that no one can live without music. I must admit that I am a hopeless romantic when it comes down to mix tapes and I firmly believe that no cd compilation can beat a mix-tape. Cliche? Maybe. But I still believe it.
Other than that, I also believe that music scars us deep and that's one of its beauties. Well I gotta go now, I said that I had to keep it short. Till next time, here's something that will definately leave you with a scar:
Anyway, this one's about music. How from the very moment we enter this world a melody acompanies us through the best and worst moments of our lives. Hollywood has confirmed it as well with the movie soundtracks, the mellow background music they put in "the first kiss" scenes, the loud-fast music in action scenes etc.
I remember long road trips with my family, and the first thing my father used to do before we begin is to slide one of his cassettes in the car's tape-player. Even if there was a variety of songs in these tapes I can still hear myself humming the melody of Bob Dylan's songs and some of Bruce Springsteen's. If I listen to a song that used to play during road trips, of one of those two artists, I can assure you that I'll be able to tell you where I first listened to it, what my reactions were and what I was seeing through the back-seat's window.
I also remember the very first mix-tape I ever made during Junior Highschool. Here's my top 5: Bob Dylan- If you see her say hello, Bruce Springsteen- The river, Bright Eyes- at the bottom of everything, Sting- Roxanne, Simon and Garfunkel - Sound of Silence/ Red Rubber Ball.
It is undoubtful, that no one can live without music. I must admit that I am a hopeless romantic when it comes down to mix tapes and I firmly believe that no cd compilation can beat a mix-tape. Cliche? Maybe. But I still believe it.
Other than that, I also believe that music scars us deep and that's one of its beauties. Well I gotta go now, I said that I had to keep it short. Till next time, here's something that will definately leave you with a scar:
Saturday 20 March 2010
Against Me! "White Crosses"
After 2 or so years of absence, Against Me! return with a new release “White Crosses”. I don't know if it needs more listening time for me to appreciate it but till now it's kind of weird and goes a bit unnoticed. On the other hand, I can assure you, like all the previous Against Me! albums, it still has this “come back and listen to me some more” feeling after the first time you listen to it.
Tom Gabel's vocals still don’t fail to give you goose bumps and make the hair on the back of your neck to stand up. The back-up vocals fall right into the right places, strategically placed and carefully chosen giving you a better feeling of every song.
More melodic than their previous albums, one could say too melodic and maybe different for the band’s past releases, Against Me! manage with the finest of lyrical content to give you a glimpse of how you’d see the world through their eyes –“Bamboo Bones”- and a browse through their current thoughts -“I Was A Teenage Anarchist”-.
A definitely need to listen to album if not for the music just for the lyrics. Nothing can beat music combined with intelligent lyrical material.
"Suffocation"
Tom Gabel's vocals still don’t fail to give you goose bumps and make the hair on the back of your neck to stand up. The back-up vocals fall right into the right places, strategically placed and carefully chosen giving you a better feeling of every song.
More melodic than their previous albums, one could say too melodic and maybe different for the band’s past releases, Against Me! manage with the finest of lyrical content to give you a glimpse of how you’d see the world through their eyes –“Bamboo Bones”- and a browse through their current thoughts -“I Was A Teenage Anarchist”-.
A definitely need to listen to album if not for the music just for the lyrics. Nothing can beat music combined with intelligent lyrical material.
"Suffocation"
Saturday 6 March 2010
Hello There Pretty!
Driving down the street where the prostitutes hang and sell themselves, makes you feel like a rock-star or some sort of a fly celebrity. If you exclude the dirty and sketchy scenery, the sad dimming lightning from the streetlights behind the empty at night time, large meat market and imagine you’re driving down Hollywood Boulevard or someplace where all the hot shots find themselves and girls go crazy at the sight of them, then you might get what I mean. I’ve said this way too many times but every time we drive down that area to get to where our regular bar is, the same thought hits me every time. But it’s also kind of tragic and ironic, how they picked that certain area to exercise the oldest of all professions. Behind the meat market. OOOOOOH POETIC.
Young girls not older than 25, knock on your car’s window smiling at you, asking if they could join you and keep you company. I’m not trying to advertise prostitution here, don’t get me wrong. It’s just that some of them are REALLY pretty and when I say REALLY pretty, I don’t mean the “less clothes more flesh” kind of really pretty. Because let’s just be honest and true here. If you’re a guy and you see a girl not wearing much, besides the “slut” you’ll think “she’s pretty”. Do you get the two different kinds of the meaning of the word “pretty” that I’m trying to make? Wait I gotta find my lighter dudez. BRB. AlRiGht. Found it.
So, obviously the reason why I made this long intro, talking about prostitutes, sketchy parts of my city and meat markets, is because we did drive down that part of Athens last night to get to a bar that was hosting a punk-rock night. Not many people were there. We ordered our drinks and took a seat on the side barstools of the bar. The drinks arrived and I left a tip to the bartender that served us. TIP YOUR BARTENDER SO SHE/HE WON’T SPIT IN YOUR DRINK OR SERVE YOUR DRINK IN A DIRTY GLASS. After 45 mins my glass got empty. I ordered another drink.
She -37 or something years old- brought my drink again. Again I left a tip and smiled politely and thanked her. I continued the conversation I was having with my friend. A couple of songs and stupid jokes later, we ordered another round. She again brought our drinks. I smiled and thanked her. She leaned forward and said the most original starting line for a conversation EVER. “So…do you come here often?”. I answered “yes.” Conversation ended with an awkward silence. She wasn’t saying anything she was just staring at me and smiling.
I looked away and went back to irritating my friend with stupid jokes. I took out a cigarette and lit it. She was standing from the inside of the bar right next to me, she was staring and smiling at me. I was pretending that I hadn’t realized. My friend, looks at her then he looks at me that I was looking down at my drink and then back at him. He grins and we burst out laughing. That was one of the creepiest experiences I’ve ever had.
The rest of the night consisted of sing alongs, watching guys trying to sing songs that they didn’t know the words of and they were just opening their mouths like their trying to fit something in it, a few more drinks and ended with some freshly made bread we bought at 5 am from a small shop.
If I ever become a tour guide, I won’t take my group to the Acropolis or Parthenon. I’ll take them for a ride down the streets that I described at the very beginning of this text. Because this is what reflects Greece nowadays. That’s what Greece is nowadays. A beautiful girl in a cheap whorehouse that instead of doing something with her life she lets every kind of asshole fucking her for pennies and falls asleep alone at night. –well some girls might enjoy this life-style. But oh well…-
Young girls not older than 25, knock on your car’s window smiling at you, asking if they could join you and keep you company. I’m not trying to advertise prostitution here, don’t get me wrong. It’s just that some of them are REALLY pretty and when I say REALLY pretty, I don’t mean the “less clothes more flesh” kind of really pretty. Because let’s just be honest and true here. If you’re a guy and you see a girl not wearing much, besides the “slut” you’ll think “she’s pretty”. Do you get the two different kinds of the meaning of the word “pretty” that I’m trying to make? Wait I gotta find my lighter dudez. BRB. AlRiGht. Found it.
So, obviously the reason why I made this long intro, talking about prostitutes, sketchy parts of my city and meat markets, is because we did drive down that part of Athens last night to get to a bar that was hosting a punk-rock night. Not many people were there. We ordered our drinks and took a seat on the side barstools of the bar. The drinks arrived and I left a tip to the bartender that served us. TIP YOUR BARTENDER SO SHE/HE WON’T SPIT IN YOUR DRINK OR SERVE YOUR DRINK IN A DIRTY GLASS. After 45 mins my glass got empty. I ordered another drink.
She -37 or something years old- brought my drink again. Again I left a tip and smiled politely and thanked her. I continued the conversation I was having with my friend. A couple of songs and stupid jokes later, we ordered another round. She again brought our drinks. I smiled and thanked her. She leaned forward and said the most original starting line for a conversation EVER. “So…do you come here often?”. I answered “yes.” Conversation ended with an awkward silence. She wasn’t saying anything she was just staring at me and smiling.
I looked away and went back to irritating my friend with stupid jokes. I took out a cigarette and lit it. She was standing from the inside of the bar right next to me, she was staring and smiling at me. I was pretending that I hadn’t realized. My friend, looks at her then he looks at me that I was looking down at my drink and then back at him. He grins and we burst out laughing. That was one of the creepiest experiences I’ve ever had.
The rest of the night consisted of sing alongs, watching guys trying to sing songs that they didn’t know the words of and they were just opening their mouths like their trying to fit something in it, a few more drinks and ended with some freshly made bread we bought at 5 am from a small shop.
If I ever become a tour guide, I won’t take my group to the Acropolis or Parthenon. I’ll take them for a ride down the streets that I described at the very beginning of this text. Because this is what reflects Greece nowadays. That’s what Greece is nowadays. A beautiful girl in a cheap whorehouse that instead of doing something with her life she lets every kind of asshole fucking her for pennies and falls asleep alone at night. –well some girls might enjoy this life-style. But oh well…-
Wednesday 17 February 2010
B IS FOR BUMDOG
The rhetorical question “you don’t want to grow up and be a bum now do you?” , is one of the most common phrases that parents threaten their children with in their effort to motivate them and do something with their lives. Of course 99% of children will say “No!”. But what would happen if a child said “Yes!”
He is the living proof that art does not inhabit only the expensive galleries and halls and does not derive only from wealth. There is a bum on the corner of your street that might have something of significance to say.
He is a self described “career homeless bum”. But he owns a cell phone, iPod, and a Macbook Pro. He has traveled in through out America and Europe, self-published a book, he has hundreds of thousands of views on his videos on youtube, he made a movie about his life, he is acknowledged as an artist, and he goes by the name “Bumdog”.
“When I was 22 I left LA to travel. You know in this world there’s only two ways you can really travel, with lots of money or no money. There was never any hope of my ever making allot of money so I decided to do it with no money and just started bumming around (which is how I eventually got my nickname)
“I traveled across the United States then I was in England (London), Amsterdam, Paris, South of France, Spain and North Africa” says Bumdog about his life so far.
As a “complete nobody” he has emerged as edgy art-figure, Bumdog manages to deliver the vibe of living in the streets and every day struggling, in his film “Sketches of Nothing By A Complete Nobody” sections of which are featured on his personal Youtube channel.
“IF BUMDOG CAN DO IT…YOU HAVE NO EXCUSES” is written at the end of the trailer of his film “Sketches of Nothing By A Complete Nobody”. Can really a Bum(dog) be better than any of us?
Bumdog, armed with his imagination, experiences and passion for art, turned his life into a feature length film that managed to touch thousands of people in L.A and across the world.
I stumbled upon his video of Bob Dylan’s “Like A Rolllin’ Stone” during one of my endless time-killing explorations on Youtube. I tend to read the description on the side and it never seems to fail that its usually another ramble about what the song means to the person that posted it online. but this time the story of the homeless owner of the channel and the creator of the video intrigued me to keep on reading.
It went over some of the detail of the creation of the video. How the creator had heard the song as a teenager and had an instant vision of what it should look like. This vision lead to the creation of a two and half hour movie based on three days of his life.
Bumdog, since he was a teenager showed his interest in fine arts and especially writing. After reading works of the most acknowledged barflies and constant travelers, the likes of Charles Bukowski and Jack Kerouac, he decided after the several other professions that used to attract his interest, that he wanted to be a writer… and a bum.
“I wanted to do allot of things. Wanted to be a basketball player, real estate, movie director. But all those things seemed to take up too much time to achieve. I eventually realized I had a talent for writing. I also realize I didnt want to under any circumstances wanted any kind regular job. That left only writer or bum” reading Bukowski and Kerouac he realized “I could do both.”
“If this man is so talented to win an artist grant why would he become a bum?” you might wonder, as I did when I first started talking with him and researching about him. And came upon his myspace page.
He dropped out of school after finishing the 7th grade, because he “didn’t learn anything new that wasn’t taught in 6th
“I am a career homeless Bum. Always wanted to be a bum ever since I was a teenager. It was my destiny. Reading books on Buddhism, Christianity, Socrates and books by other authors that I mentioned before simply gave me the intellectual justification for this otherwise insane bent in my brain.”
The situations that he’s been through might be similar with every other bum’s, like eating from trash-cans, sleeping on the street, been jailed but as one of his favorite authors would say “he’s got class for a bum.” The way he puts it is this:
“I got in a lot of trouble when I was younger but as I get older I consciously avoid jail. I’m too proud to beg, too lazy to work, and too dumb to steal. So I create ‘art’ and sell it on the street. CONart is what I like to call it.”
Before he focuses completely on his art he spent some time as a reporter having a monthly column in an L.A local newspaper for exactly one month. “The second month the publisher objected to the word "cunt" in my story. So I changed it. But she REALLY didn’t like what I changed it into. At which time our two paths were amputated. “
The “CONartist’s” talent and love for art, apart from his feature film and videos, can also be detected in his small stories about his everyday life adventures and unusual situations like in the tale “A Christmas Carol: A Real Story” or “Job And Punishment”.
Bumdog carries with him a limited amount of copies of his self-published book call “Sketches of Nothing By A Complete Nobody” and he also sells his 2 ½ hours feature film for $25 to people who contact him over the internet but as he says “his buyers are becoming less and less as youtube keeps putting down his videos”. He had printed up 300 copies of his book but most of them were sold, so now he sells his last copies for $250 to rare book collectors.
“Its not a thick book, mainly just beginnings of things I didnt finish (I was hoping to get some interest in it somewhere and get the money to settle down and finish it all). I printed the book cover in real sketching paper, Which means you can draw or even do water colors on it. I often have artists do work one them. I photoshoped each book differently, so each one is like a unique work of art. Theres only 300 in existence, I only have about 20 left myself. I think it could be worth something someday. Harry Potter only had 300 copies in its first edition.People scoffed at me when I jacked it up from $20 to $50.”
Right now, his travelling path and wonder lead him in Hawaii, in where he’s stuck, and via e-mail he sends me his impressions and thoughts for the place, and his plans for the future.
“My perfect day begins with me having something to eat and ends with having something to eat. But, even at that low threshold, I can’t say I have been having many perfect days lately.
“The money for traveling IS difficult. I get STUCK in allot of places, which is what I am now. Stuck in Hawaii, trying to get to India. But of all the places Ive been stuck in this is easily the most beautiful. But its also one of the most expensive, definitely living out the starving artist routine since Ive been here. I fast 7 days out of the month because I figure if Im gonna go hungry anyway might as well get some health benefits from it.”
Bumdog fought through the toughest situations and till today supports every choice that he made in his life and does not regret about a single thing finding happiness and comfort in music through his iPod.
“Like most people there are many things I regret, but more often then not, I could only change them in retrospect. When they were happening I did the best I could.”
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Like every artist , he too wants to achieve something through art. Every artist has a unique goal. Either that’s fame, money or glory. Bumdog’s target is one and simple and no one could put better than his own words: “a moment that is worth living for”
Thursday 4 February 2010
Leaving The Fortress
There couldn’t be a better example of the old saying “the times are a-changing” but from what happened two days or so ago. I’m saying that for plenty of reasons, not just because I just recently started realizing the full meaning of that phrase and experiencing it but also because just today I reached to a conclusion that I don’t know if it is right or wrong but from what I’ve seen till now it definitely feels right.
I have reached the age where I don’t feel right taking money from my parents to go out or for anything else I want. It feels wrong and when I do that I feel like a bum asking from my mother my cigarette and beer money when she works all day for me to go out and have fun, and I sit on my ass 24/7. Well, not exactly 24/7 but something close to 6-8 hours a day. Which is a lot. Trust me. Add to that, 8 hours of bumming around, the sleeping time plus 8 to 10 hours, plus all the time-out times for food and toilet. If I could, I’d ask from God to …oh shit there’s no such thing as God sorry.
So, after doing an extra 4 months placement for a Greek magazine, while I was in the UK, a few days ago, was the meeting with the editor, where he would finally tell me how much I’d be getting paid and everything would be official. Well long story short, everything went down the gutter. I’m not getting paid regularly just yet because “we live in some really hard economic times” as he put it and I don’t blame him one bit, because we do in a way. But how will my times get better if I don’t get paid? Another eternal question has risen after the “You’re asking for previous work experience to hire me but how will I get that goddamn experience if no one is hiring persons with no previous work experience?”
What I realized from this whole money seeking and independency seeking mini adventure of mine is that I wasn’t really living in any city that I’ve been. I was having fun. I was chilling. I was hanging around. I was at a "party" that I was invited. That is because I didn’t have to pay for anything. But now that I want independency and I don’t want to feel like a bum asking for money, I have to go out there and get it for myself. I kind of feel like a teenage lion that has to go out there and get its pray. Maybe not a lion, maybe a hyena would be a better example. No hyenas go as a pack. Anyway, you got the point of what I wanted to say. Bottom line is that I got kind of bored of this “party” that I am at, the last 21 years and now it’s time to start organizing my own “party” (did you notice the “ “ ? It’s better when I do it in a real life conversation cause I use my fingers and all and I
look really smart. Smart people do that sign right?)
Loads of other things have changed as well but this little path that I’m walking down and we all are, no one could describe it better than Andrew Jackson Jihad in one of his songs, “First we were babies, we're birthing and dying /Then we were children, we were playing and crying / And then we were teenagers we were smoking and fucking/ But now we're all grown up and we're sadly sighing”. Or at least that seems the best way to describe how I see things right now, even though I believe that I’m stuck somewhere in between the third and fourth line. Hopefully I won’t get to that last line till I’m forty years old. I also hope I don’t get bald.
Bottom line of all this, is that I hope I don't get bald when I grow up. That's all I wanted to say, but since I had to do it in a bloggish form...here you go.
I have reached the age where I don’t feel right taking money from my parents to go out or for anything else I want. It feels wrong and when I do that I feel like a bum asking from my mother my cigarette and beer money when she works all day for me to go out and have fun, and I sit on my ass 24/7. Well, not exactly 24/7 but something close to 6-8 hours a day. Which is a lot. Trust me. Add to that, 8 hours of bumming around, the sleeping time plus 8 to 10 hours, plus all the time-out times for food and toilet. If I could, I’d ask from God to …oh shit there’s no such thing as God sorry.
So, after doing an extra 4 months placement for a Greek magazine, while I was in the UK, a few days ago, was the meeting with the editor, where he would finally tell me how much I’d be getting paid and everything would be official. Well long story short, everything went down the gutter. I’m not getting paid regularly just yet because “we live in some really hard economic times” as he put it and I don’t blame him one bit, because we do in a way. But how will my times get better if I don’t get paid? Another eternal question has risen after the “You’re asking for previous work experience to hire me but how will I get that goddamn experience if no one is hiring persons with no previous work experience?”
What I realized from this whole money seeking and independency seeking mini adventure of mine is that I wasn’t really living in any city that I’ve been. I was having fun. I was chilling. I was hanging around. I was at a "party" that I was invited. That is because I didn’t have to pay for anything. But now that I want independency and I don’t want to feel like a bum asking for money, I have to go out there and get it for myself. I kind of feel like a teenage lion that has to go out there and get its pray. Maybe not a lion, maybe a hyena would be a better example. No hyenas go as a pack. Anyway, you got the point of what I wanted to say. Bottom line is that I got kind of bored of this “party” that I am at, the last 21 years and now it’s time to start organizing my own “party” (did you notice the “ “ ? It’s better when I do it in a real life conversation cause I use my fingers and all and I
look really smart. Smart people do that sign right?)
Loads of other things have changed as well but this little path that I’m walking down and we all are, no one could describe it better than Andrew Jackson Jihad in one of his songs, “First we were babies, we're birthing and dying /Then we were children, we were playing and crying / And then we were teenagers we were smoking and fucking/ But now we're all grown up and we're sadly sighing”. Or at least that seems the best way to describe how I see things right now, even though I believe that I’m stuck somewhere in between the third and fourth line. Hopefully I won’t get to that last line till I’m forty years old. I also hope I don’t get bald.
Bottom line of all this, is that I hope I don't get bald when I grow up. That's all I wanted to say, but since I had to do it in a bloggish form...here you go.
Tuesday 2 February 2010
The Circle Of Entity
“I'd like to think that everyone and everything is connected in someway. Thoughts, emotions, energy, space and time. And all those are as one primary entity and all are in a constant motion of momentum and change.” -
http://www.google.com/profiles/104911144318775731663
I read that on a description on a blogger’s profile, but then I realized that he was not really a blogger but he just had a google account to check on his friend’s blog and comment on it. What he wrote in his description space, seemed really profound and deep to me. So here I write my thoughts and what I learned from that quote. Because everything is connected with something and someone, in one or the other way.
We all have our genealogical trees and we are connected in many different ways. Genealogically, by different fathers and mothers, or ancestors, or same fathers that our other fathers don’t know about. We are like a big circle. A big circle going all around and round and there’s always someone behind us connected with us, as we’re trying to connect with the person who is in front of us in that giant circle.
We communicate with thoughts that we express through emotions and to do these thoughts we consume energy. We’re like hungry cars in the space and time waiting for the person behind us in that circle of life to pump us and fill us with the fuel that will make us keep the circle going.
This is how everything is kept in motion and sometimes there is a momentum change in all these things. That one primary entity, which was mentioned in the quote at the beginning, with momentum changes that is surrounded by a circle of million men and women, naked connected to each other somehow to shape a giant circle. We are all sick. This is why I don’t like thinking deep. Who’s behind me?
http://www.google.com/profiles/104911144318775731663
I read that on a description on a blogger’s profile, but then I realized that he was not really a blogger but he just had a google account to check on his friend’s blog and comment on it. What he wrote in his description space, seemed really profound and deep to me. So here I write my thoughts and what I learned from that quote. Because everything is connected with something and someone, in one or the other way.
We all have our genealogical trees and we are connected in many different ways. Genealogically, by different fathers and mothers, or ancestors, or same fathers that our other fathers don’t know about. We are like a big circle. A big circle going all around and round and there’s always someone behind us connected with us, as we’re trying to connect with the person who is in front of us in that giant circle.
We communicate with thoughts that we express through emotions and to do these thoughts we consume energy. We’re like hungry cars in the space and time waiting for the person behind us in that circle of life to pump us and fill us with the fuel that will make us keep the circle going.
This is how everything is kept in motion and sometimes there is a momentum change in all these things. That one primary entity, which was mentioned in the quote at the beginning, with momentum changes that is surrounded by a circle of million men and women, naked connected to each other somehow to shape a giant circle. We are all sick. This is why I don’t like thinking deep. Who’s behind me?
Sunday 24 January 2010
MACHO MAN THROWS A DOG OFF OF A BRIDGE
He is a macho man and sure has a lot of issues. I am talking about Valdas Baranauskas, the man who recorded himself happily throwing a dog off of a bridge and then laughing at it with his friends as the dog was slowly dying.
http://www.machovideo.com/video/Idiot_throws_dog_from_bridge_16953/
As soon as the video hit the internet a page called “FUCK the idiot who threw the dog from the bridge” was created on Facebook and many fans who joined the group didn’t miss a second from expressing their disgust about Valdas’ action.
Now just because this is not a news report, I’d like to say here that the title should have been a little bit different. It shouldn’t have been “FUCK the idiot blah blah blah” because to do such thing, it requires you to put some physical effort into it which eventually at some point it will make you tired.
If it was up to me, the group would be called “SPIT, PINCH, PUNCH, KICK , PUKE ON, BB GUN SHOOT ON THE BALLS the idiot who threw the dog off of the bridge”. Of course, in the title you can add your own little things but please do not add the word “fuck”. Not only because he doesn’t even deserve it and I hope his balls to fall off and his dick to shrink to that extent that even an ant would look ENORMOUS compared to it, but also because doing such A thing to a person like him is like doing him a favor.
Here’s the link to his facebook page, please abuse him just like others have already done. Thank you. http://www.facebook.com/Valdelis
http://www.machovideo.com/video/Idiot_throws_dog_from_bridge_16953/
As soon as the video hit the internet a page called “FUCK the idiot who threw the dog from the bridge” was created on Facebook and many fans who joined the group didn’t miss a second from expressing their disgust about Valdas’ action.
Now just because this is not a news report, I’d like to say here that the title should have been a little bit different. It shouldn’t have been “FUCK the idiot blah blah blah” because to do such thing, it requires you to put some physical effort into it which eventually at some point it will make you tired.
If it was up to me, the group would be called “SPIT, PINCH, PUNCH, KICK , PUKE ON, BB GUN SHOOT ON THE BALLS the idiot who threw the dog off of the bridge”. Of course, in the title you can add your own little things but please do not add the word “fuck”. Not only because he doesn’t even deserve it and I hope his balls to fall off and his dick to shrink to that extent that even an ant would look ENORMOUS compared to it, but also because doing such A thing to a person like him is like doing him a favor.
Here’s the link to his facebook page, please abuse him just like others have already done. Thank you. http://www.facebook.com/Valdelis
Sunday 17 January 2010
HI!
Dear diary, today I… oh hi I didn’t see you there. How are you? Yeah? Really? Yeah I’ve been doing good. It seems I’m on a roll and since I have nothing else better to do I’ll keep filling you in with what’s going on and what’s been on my mind.
Well, as usual after my morning coffee in my room, I went for another coffee in town. Again, with that awesome guy that I told you about in my previous blog. Remember? Felix? Yeah that one. Well, I bought a magazine and headed to my favorite coffee shop, got a music magazine so as not to look like a complete freak and I sat down with my cold iced caramel latte.
Subject number 1 that I would like to mention in this blog: Have you noticed how all the new bands that come out, look exactly the same? I mean the members. Well here we go. I was flicking through the pages of that certain music magazine and on page 8 or 9, I don’t remember, there was a pack of 4 pretty boys posing for the camera promoting their new album. Then I turn a few pages ahead and guess what I see. Brad Pitt showing his six packs…No, it was another pack of pretty boys striking a similar pose with the previous band, talking about I have no idea what cause I turned the page so fast cause I didn’t want to know. The same thing happened through the WHOLE MAGAZINE. Pretty boys looking like models smiling to the camera, or pretty boys pulling straight faces with axes and covered in LOADS of blood. For one second I thought that instead of a music magazine I got a “turn me on” magazine for teenage girls. I wouldn’t be the least surprised if I saw Zach Efron in there posing.
-“OMG LOOK AT HIM…”
-“Have you listened to his music?”
-“Uhm…yeah sure... but isn’t he A DREAMBOAT?”
I bet that if you took two members of one band and replaced them with two others from another, no one would notice. Yep, you read my mind. Cause they all look the same. But, on the other hand, if you replaced them with two better looking models…I mean musicians, more teenage girls would show up at the door, which equals more ticket-cutting at the door which means more money, which means ALL GOOD HOMIE. Armani or Gucci should gather their models and form several 5 piece bands, make them strike these sexy poses and they’ll be even filthier rich than they already are. You might say, “yeah but what about music…?” Come on, now…ISN’T HE A DREAMBOAT?
Subject number 2: After I finished my coffee, I took a walk in town and I noticed something strange. I wonder if you’ve noticed that too. Have you noticed then, how boys try their hardest to look like girls? Everyone has the right to wear and do whatever he/she wants don’t get me wrong I’m not saying otherwise, but am I getting old before my time or did I miss something here? Please let me know cause I can’t keep up with this.
Well, I might go for a movie tonight, get some pop-corns, drink my coke enjoying the motion picture. Till the next time BABABOOEE and take it easy homeboys.
Well, as usual after my morning coffee in my room, I went for another coffee in town. Again, with that awesome guy that I told you about in my previous blog. Remember? Felix? Yeah that one. Well, I bought a magazine and headed to my favorite coffee shop, got a music magazine so as not to look like a complete freak and I sat down with my cold iced caramel latte.
Subject number 1 that I would like to mention in this blog: Have you noticed how all the new bands that come out, look exactly the same? I mean the members. Well here we go. I was flicking through the pages of that certain music magazine and on page 8 or 9, I don’t remember, there was a pack of 4 pretty boys posing for the camera promoting their new album. Then I turn a few pages ahead and guess what I see. Brad Pitt showing his six packs…No, it was another pack of pretty boys striking a similar pose with the previous band, talking about I have no idea what cause I turned the page so fast cause I didn’t want to know. The same thing happened through the WHOLE MAGAZINE. Pretty boys looking like models smiling to the camera, or pretty boys pulling straight faces with axes and covered in LOADS of blood. For one second I thought that instead of a music magazine I got a “turn me on” magazine for teenage girls. I wouldn’t be the least surprised if I saw Zach Efron in there posing.
-“OMG LOOK AT HIM…”
-“Have you listened to his music?”
-“Uhm…yeah sure... but isn’t he A DREAMBOAT?”
I bet that if you took two members of one band and replaced them with two others from another, no one would notice. Yep, you read my mind. Cause they all look the same. But, on the other hand, if you replaced them with two better looking models…I mean musicians, more teenage girls would show up at the door, which equals more ticket-cutting at the door which means more money, which means ALL GOOD HOMIE. Armani or Gucci should gather their models and form several 5 piece bands, make them strike these sexy poses and they’ll be even filthier rich than they already are. You might say, “yeah but what about music…?” Come on, now…ISN’T HE A DREAMBOAT?
Subject number 2: After I finished my coffee, I took a walk in town and I noticed something strange. I wonder if you’ve noticed that too. Have you noticed then, how boys try their hardest to look like girls? Everyone has the right to wear and do whatever he/she wants don’t get me wrong I’m not saying otherwise, but am I getting old before my time or did I miss something here? Please let me know cause I can’t keep up with this.
Well, I might go for a movie tonight, get some pop-corns, drink my coke enjoying the motion picture. Till the next time BABABOOEE and take it easy homeboys.
Saturday 16 January 2010
MOMMA TERESA AM I DOING YOUR JOB RIGHT?
BABABOOEE. This is the second entry in two days and either I’m way too bored, or I’m on a roll here, or day by day I’m becoming more of a little princess that is in love with her diary and soon will turn to a fat lesbian hating all the male population on earth and putting all the blame on her parents even though they gave her everything they could offer.
I’m officially done with University. Three days ago I handed in my final piece of work. Feel free to congratulate me. I learned a lot and soon will have a piece of paper that will be certificating that I graduated and now I can practice the profession of journalist with pride and joy.
Now when I say I learned a lot, I mean A LOT. I could probably be a professor even though my final grade would say otherwise about my knowledge. I grew up a little, I learned to take decisions and stick by them but I still have to work on it a little bit and finally I learned that doing Mother Teresa’s work isn’t fun at all.
So, after handing in my final work I decided that I should celebrate by going out. Now, by these two times that I went out I have a question that I would like to ask everyone. Ready? Okay here it is: Why do people call other people “black” when they’re brown?. A wise ass could say “because they’re racists” and I would answer “congratulations for pointing out the obvious ” but I’m one of those people that like to avoid the obvious and look deeper into things and read between the lines.
I like to believe that there’s no racism in the world and everyone is happy. For that reason and only, I say that the people who call other people “black” or “yellow” are color blind. I’ve been called a “black cunt” or a “black bastard” at least twice in two days which is a record and I would like to state at this point for all of you. I prefer the term "brown" thank you very much. In fact now that I come to think about it there are no such thing as “black” people. There are light brown, there are brown, there are dark brown and darker shade of brown. At least that’s what I can see. Then you have white, pale white, white dumbasses, white meat-heads and so on. The last two kinds of "whites" you can find them in all the colors from browns to yellows and in any other color you'd like to point out.
In about a week or so maybe more, I’ll say goodbye to Sunderland till I apply for a Masters degree and most probably end up in Sunderland again. Or Newcastle. Who knows? I might not even apply for a Masters degree. Decisions decisions. As far as tonight is concerned, I might go for pool again with a good friend of mine called Felix. Pretty stand up guy if you asked me but a moron from time to time. A bit geeky and goofy but he means well. If you see him on the street say hello to him and pat him on the back. Then after the man date with myself, I might watch Forest Gump or just work on a part of that surprise that I’m preparing for you guys. I might fall asleep straight away or bum around listening to music and wasting time. Who knows? Huh? Who? Do you? No? Yeah? Maybe?
Thanx for reading whoever’s reading this. I got to go smoke a couple cigarettes and drink water till I decide to get out again and go for pool. Till the next time BABABOOEE and take it easy.
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