Welcome to the White Lands.

This Month's Model.

2012-01-31T12:51:00.004Z

February 2012

1. Dum Dum Girls - In My Head
2. This Many Boyfriends - Young Lovers Go Pop!
3. The WHite Wires - Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
4. Heavenstamp - Mimei
5. C.C.C.C. - Reticular Formation
6. M83 - This Bright Flash
7. Yakari - L'egallite Et Lenumere Des Actions
8. Crystal Antlers - Summer Solstice
9. Yamantaka // Sonic Titan - A Star Over Purland
10. Howler - This One's Different
11. The Vines - Gimme Love
12. Cloud Nothings - Forget You All The Time
13. The Verlaines - Heavy 33

Sometimes, Girls Just Don't Understand.

2012-01-12T12:51:00.000Z

I known this video for awhile,
but still it seems the other half the world
are somewhat oblivious to happens behind the men's bathroom doors.
so I thought to provide an instructional video about it.
enjoy.

The Absolute is The Destitute.

2012-01-10T12:51:00.000Z

The Niceness of Learning Your Peers.

2012-01-08T12:51:00.001Z

I dunno why they and them would act in this and that kind of way, but thats just how things are done. The will of survival and the struggle to continue in the harshest of weather and pressure and might. In a place where everyone wants to rule the world or just have a good time with what they have, suddenly I have no idea where everyone is going.

Here we are, trapped in someway, thinking we either need to get free or everything I need is here, still the value in knowing everything is meaningless as we're bound to self-destruct sometime. All these emotions bottled up, growing stale after so long, we become rusty and unaware of everything, becoming used as we just do it to ourselves. I know that I don't know of the things I want, as everything changes along with those desires, and we'll never now to the ones who want to be sane in the same. For so long, I guess that's just the way it is, as I'm become so bored with myself. I'm so bored with everyone else. The winter will surely be colder.

Back to Work.

2012-01-05T12:51:00.000Z

There's a hangover from the winter break, and it feels like day one all over again, except they already know your address.

The Fondest of Things Only Grow Fonder.

2012-01-03T12:51:00.000Z

Something's Never Perfect.

2012-01-01T12:51:00.001Z

This Year's Model.

2011-12-30T12:51:00.012Z

you know the rules.

1. Yuck - Yuck

2. Pulled Apart By Horses - Pulled Apart By Horses

3. Wavves - King of the Beach

4. Balkans - Balkans

5. Jay Reatard - Blood Visions

6. Daft Punk - Tron Legacy Soundtrack

7. Art Brut - Bang Bang Rock & Roll

8. Cut Off Your Hands - Hollow

9. Alex Turner - Submarine OST

10. Les Savy Fav - Let's Stay Friends

11. The Undertones - The Undertones

12. Harlem - Hippies

13. Gang of Four - Entertainment!

14. The db's - Stands for Decibels

15. The Vaccines - What Did You Expect From the Vaccines?

16. Young Legionnaire - Crisis Works

There's A Bee On My Windshield.

2011-12-29T12:51:00.000Z

Such a Pleaser.

2011-12-26T12:51:00.000Z

Possibly the Bestest of Theme Songs.

2011-12-18T12:51:00.000Z

I know how the quintessential theme songs are ones with quirky lyrics and easy-to-hum melodies, and yeah, yeah, yeah. But I think the greatest one is the one without any lyrics. Not many probably know about Kids in the Hall, but I still think the theme song for it is pretty epic. And if you don't think its epic, IT IS cause I told you so.

Mintyboosting.

2011-12-14T12:51:00.003Z

Help the Helpless, Without the Reward.

2011-11-22T12:51:00.000Z

A week or two ago, I got my new iPhone in the mail, and did all the sync 'n' stuff, yeah, yeah, yeah. All I have to say is that Siri has some serious attitude, and needs some serious fixing.

Anyway, the only reason I'd ever get a new iPhone, is mainly just the camera features, like 8MP, a flash, photo editing, and I get to videotape things without carrying 12 different cameras. Now I only bring 4 different cameras with me.
Besides I get to load more music with me, so it means MORE COWBELL!

Production At the Office.

2011-11-19T12:51:00.000Z

The best way to get though work, is with a golden AK-74u.

The Oddness of It All.

2011-11-14T00:51:00.001Z

Today, while roaming across the web, looking though my online purchases, I found something that brought back some odd nostalgia, but also something i'd wouldn't want to face.

Ok. Rewind three and a half years back. The little young self, yearning and adventuring on youthful dreams and trying to milk every moment and memory to hold on as long as possible. The same vision of the same picture in my head repeating itself, trying to make some kind of mark. We'd wish for things that wouldn't come true, but kept on with the faith that someone would answer that call.
Back to the now. I'd feel so foolish and stupid to hold on to that same ideal, wondering a simular thought so special, mixed up with everything that has changed us from what we were to now; that something had changed since then. But I know nothing's changed since. And i'm surly paying the toll on that something stupid. I know I'll get though the oddness of it all.

Collapsed In A Firefly.

2011-11-10T12:51:00.001Z

There's no rush to make memories,
as they all come so fast.

The Day I Met Alex Mack.

2011-11-02T02:11:00.003Z

For a fan of the show above I've been nostalgistic for, she was just roaming in and out of the office, for the last time, sadly. But I'm pretty happy to actually get to see her in person for the first time. Wow. she really grew old.

Facebook is Our Horcrux : Laugh and to Book Them All?

2011-10-28T12:51:00.003+01:00

I have not used facebook in about 1 1/2 years. It's weird to think for anyone young and continually connected to ur peers can keep a second away from anyone. It's kinda like the Horcrux from Harry Potter, as you rip a part of your soul away in something seen everywhere. Sometimes i just love having the confort of staying hidden.
Part of it is to save face to keep life off the web and more in RL. But its just weird when you make new friends and the new norm is now on the net. It makes me much paranoid when your everyone can find and watch you, as anyone can be the modern stalker!

Ummm... I have nothing againest it or anything, nor do I want to be bias about the most fantasicist investion on the webs since the electronic sliced bread, but I guess I sometimes miss the old feel of the webs on the electronica, changing and worrying about the feel and look of a profile, the words posted on the others walls, and the other apps you can to play with you peers and friends. Maybe one side of it is Adapt or Die or some kind of nostalgia, but maybe i still feel strange going back to it. Like just leaving prison after living there your whole life. But only this is just a returning to an old one. One I left with good reason and no regrets or temptations. It's just a weird one.

300,000!

2011-10-22T12:51:00.001+01:00

Box for Goose.

2011-10-20T12:51:00.001+01:00

The Resurrection Finally Arrived.

2011-10-18T12:51:00.001+01:00

They were the resurrection,
as the world will have some open ears for them.
I really missed John Squire and his elegant artwork.
It finally ends the 15 years of rumors,
recreated every month.
Final-effin'-ly.

American Graffiti.

2011-10-12T12:51:00.000+01:00

Somewhere in the neighbourhood, comes birdbrain marking up the place with some pretty cool drawings and markings. I like to walk around those areas, humming the Jam's "Going Underground" cause sometimes I'd like to hide out with the underground scenes and be a part of something. But I rather just to watch it all.

We Won't Be Eating Our Own Animals.

2011-10-09T21:21:00.000+01:00

Sexual Harrassment Panda.

2011-10-05T00:51:00.001+01:00

Today's we have the bi-annual sexual harrassment meeting in the office today, in which all office people and crew have to go. In the first few minutes of the meeting, majority of the girls start looking me with this evil glare. The first thought that came to mind is "Why are all these girls trying to sex me with their eyes? This is a sexual harrassment meeting."

Good Ol' Maryknoll.

2011-10-02T12:51:00.001+01:00

my alma mater.
looks like things haven't changed since I left.

Why You And So Mad?

2011-09-28T12:51:00.001+01:00

After a day of work, there was a lot of emotions flying everywhere that involves a lot of shouting. But mainly it was anger, hate or frustration of some kind. Even me, I spend the day angry at this intern I really REALLY dislike mainly because she rubs me the wrong way, like when I'm done something wrong, she'll come out of nowhere and echo the annoying lecture into my ear again, in an attitude like she's talking down at me. I mean, it feels like the office is starting to side with her or something, I just rather look at a different side with that and just forget about it, and have some kind of temperence with that...

Continuing on the moody side of things, our super cool dept. is in of somewhat of a foul mood after another dept. starting dishing it out on us. I only heard about it at just a few hours ago, what the whole situation is, and it only made me realize about that part in the movie 'Submarine' where protaganist explains that human beings can't hear ultrasound frequency and can't conclusively identify what other people are truly thinking or feeling. I can't even CONCLUSIVELY identify or even come close what others could feel. That single strain of though constantly gets at me like a dog muzzling at my leg or something.

And when I re-read that post and think about that intern, it makes me think if I just repeating what million other people like me feel, and I'm just a statistic just like one of those. You know, I'm just lumped into one of "those" people and others think too much of it. Blame it on the intern.

Also on the topic of anger, Red Sox lost in the last inning after leading for the longest time, and the Rays pulled off an unlikely comeback after being down by 7 runs in 8 straight innings, before winning in the 12th inning. Whichs means the Red Sox are out of the post-season. FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU. F**k baseball. Hockey season is here anyway.

Like An Autmun Shower In May.

2011-09-24T12:51:00.001+01:00

65 hours a week. That's the deal. Oh my...

It's saturday. One day away, that lets me party and crash. But I still stuck with it all. The hay-day of this life, coughed up to playing Black Ops (K/D = 2.8; quite proud), Indie films, and trying to squeezing out some kind of art. Echo + the Bunnymen, I'm singing, but my stupid finger won't let me play my bass anytime soon. Goddamnit. At least I got beer.

I'm currently watching Thor, and I've got to say, I'd prefur Kat Dennings over the elder Natalie Portman. I mean, there's no metahor around that, but it's probably my own seachange and that good, ol' Natalie is growing up. Sometimes I kind of wish thoose good moments could be frozen in time one more time, but they turn hard lefts in to something forgettible eventually.

I kinda wish I like to party, but it kinda found it a bit of a shortcoming. Stupid responsibility, when there's a party happening, with free drinks, drunk girls and a mechanical bull, I have to walk away from. God-effin-damnit.

I don't think i've ever been straight forward with anything. but where's the fun in that? So first things first. The office seems so strange, but after four months in, it gets only stranger. But it's whatever that doesn't kill you. Surely, whatever Johnny's thinking up now, is out of my mind. Now, I'm just tired of using anymore pronouns.

Looking At Which Ever Way I Want To.

2011-09-20T12:51:00.004+01:00

hello, again. It's been a few months since the last post. A lot has changed in three months:
A. Got a paying job.
B. Conquered the Stairs of Koko Head.
C. Helping out Johnny with all of his stuff.
D. Destroyed my finger

So I'm not gonna say where I work, cause I just don't feel like it, but its a pretty cool place. It gets stressful when times are going fast, but its pretty chill when you got everything down. Though I find it kind of difficult that everyone's all older then me by a decade or so. Even the interns are older then me. And what freaks me out a little bit is the generation gap here. For example, everyone was clueless when I wore a shirt of Mega Man, asking who he was supposed to be. Yet, some of the bands i was playing on my computer that was before my time, no one seems to know about, so lady luck slaps me in the face again. Or probably Irony. But I find it awesome how some of the white middle age men in the office listen to gangsta rap. So odd.

Well, growing up is growing up. Since the job hours are long, I don't know how often I get to do any of the stuff I did before. I just know the days go so fast when you don't notice what's going on. And any job will waste the days of the life. But I'm pretty proud of all of what's happen, but I don't want to waste away anything. But, they also say i'm too young to be cynical, who cares?

A Leave of Absence.

2011-06-29T12:51:00.000+01:00

Due to recent events,
I'm taking a leave of absence.

Farewell, for now.

Effin' Ryan Reynolds.

2011-06-18T12:51:00.001+01:00

I've said it a year ago,
I've said it a billion times.
And my exact words were:
"I'll be damned
if Ryan Reynolds ruins the Green Lantern."

And as I exited the theatre from watching the Green Lantern.
the first words out of my mouth was,
"GODDAMNIT, RYAN REYNOLDS.
why did he ruin it?"

A Sea of Rage.

2011-06-16T12:51:00.003+01:00

This is what happens when you piss off canada.
GODDAMNIT~

Romans in the Chimney.

2011-06-15T12:51:00.000+01:00

So much expected from everyone, yet i'd wished i could offer more as these things bore me. Trapped in a job that offers no benefit or such a positive outcome, and an education that separates and disintegrates with all I wish to socialize. Dreams are just only feasible to an individual, and never could a dream be share with another. I always write in indescrible ways that offers no real description of my true feelings. But who cares, really? Spare me the rhetorics of egotisic reason. I can only look after myself, and at this point, I could really careless about myself.

The U-Boats Are Coming, But The Heat Is Off.

2011-06-12T12:51:00.000+01:00

If you could see,
I'd be dancing to a white man dance.
And after many years of devotion,
Mavericks finally win.
WOO-HAH~

reply to no subject.

2011-06-11T12:51:00.000+01:00

I know. I hope everything is fine. I wish you only the best.

Difference.

2011-06-09T00:51:00.001+01:00

There's always someone telling me I'm all wrong and a few that tell me your doing only good. I don't think I get any of them, cause by the end of the day, it doesn't make me feel any different. Seems this life is something twisted on the back of something we can't always see. I guess, I yearn to know the difference.

Shepard Made Fairly.

2011-06-06T12:51:00.000+01:00

"Bad artists copy. Good artists steal."
-Picasso

I think he was on the island recently.
I see his posters all around the neighbourhood.

looks like I need to make a midnight stroll...

Only to Impress Freddy Feedback.

2011-06-04T12:51:00.003+01:00

Come Back, Please?

2011-06-03T12:51:00.003+01:00

With a soft shock,
i'm left paralyzed;
hold me now..

Now I Will Cut Off My Hands.

2011-06-02T12:51:00.001+01:00

http://cutoffyourhandsblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/nice-video.html

Now, the only thing better would be for them to perform here.

It's not like they're far away from here..

The Return of the Jets!

2011-06-01T12:51:00.000+01:00

just when the unthinkable could be thought of sooner
it just thoughted and becomes reality.
sure, i just made up some words,
but finally,
the jets are back in Winnipeg.

This Month's Model.

2011-05-31T12:51:00.004+01:00

June 2011

1. Bass Drum of Death - GB City
2. Weezer - Across the Sea
3. Peter Bjorn & John - Young Folks
4. Cut Off Your Hands - You Should Do Better
5. Stricken City - Five Metres Apart
6. Zombie Nation - Kernkraft 400 (Sport Chant Stadium Mix)
7. New Times Viking - Fuck Her Tears
8. Thunderbirds Are Now! - Ppl R Anmls
9. Boris - Spoons
10. Balkans - Edita V
11. Chalk and Numbers - Let's Go Away
12. The Stills - Eastern Europe
13. The Damned - Smash it Up, Part 2
14. Bikini Kill - Magnet
15. X-Ray Spex - Genetic Engineering

Akita Dog.

2011-05-27T12:51:00.000+01:00

cheery faces, with no delay,
stores crowded with profit,
old sages on their sides drinking tea.
the red sun dives into the red sea.
the aroma in the air
as the sweet scent fades
time grows patient
as i wait here for days

you came at my side
and I stood by so close
I didn't mind you're late
I rushed from the sound of the gate
chilly breezes and scarlet cheeks;
the morning star came as you left
i stood still in my place;
waiting for the smile on your face.

peaceful as it was
it was all the same
cherry-blossom leafs flooded sidewalks
the kids come, the buinessmen came
i'll watch and i'll wait
but please, don't be late.
my soul will still roar
that was '24.

the petrified trees settled in smoke
newspapers in joy of victory;
war kepted the nations pride,
keeps the drifting spirit alive.
subway trains, ticket fares
the people and their gaze
I stood alone but unafraid;
I remained there for days.

the ascending sun covers the people
in every shady morning rise
they were all just walking ghosts
cardboard cut-out passerbys
but i'd still hold to the faded
as I know you'll always find your way
my spirits always looking bright
I'll keep on in these days of strife

i'll sit and i'll stare
i know your out there
i sat in a clouded smoke
stranded, on a weakened rope
rise, rise again, red sun!
that was '31.

sky blooms in shades of gray
reflected by rain puddles of yesterday
the frowning faces of passersbys
i look back and wonder why.
the leaves gallop from their trees
as the wind pushes it away.
I sit here endlessly,
waiting here for days.

Waves of the east grow calm
as we all don't die alone
this soul will be waiting
Down to the last bone
I waited so many years
but i lived because you're in my heart
For the last, I close my eyes
Into the light, I'll be returning to you

I called you with my cry
I'd wish you were still alive
i'll meet you in another life
......that was '35.

Dreams Do Come True, Part II.

2011-05-26T12:51:00.002+01:00

After years of patience and devotion,
finally my teams are in the finals.
Dirk and the Mavericks.
Louie and the Canucks.
Maybe, its their time.
Finally.

And Off To The Finals We Go!

2011-05-24T12:51:00.003+01:00

Diamond Bay.

2011-05-24T12:51:00.000+01:00

Mighty Queen.

2011-05-23T12:51:00.000+01:00

Dressed in Black.

2011-05-21T12:51:00.001+01:00

Box.

2011-05-20T12:51:00.000+01:00

DIRK!

2011-05-19T12:51:00.000+01:00

Toilets Go Flush.

2011-05-18T12:51:00.000+01:00

The Ambiguous!

2011-05-16T12:51:00.000+01:00

Black Ops Time.

2011-05-15T12:51:00.001+01:00

PS Network finally back online.
Time to pwn noobs. Seriously.
I still love riot shields.

A Mormon vs. Ninjas.

2011-05-15T12:51:00.000+01:00

Poster Happiness.

2011-05-14T12:51:00.000+01:00

Behind the grafftied walls of victory
In between the fields and in the streets,
Going to the mundane of places
Buying our way to maintain our surivial.
Riding the bus or driving on the roads
Or walking, striding, running, waiting our lives away
Thoses groups of happy faces hand in hand
Holding on to the seeds of friendship
Even when our grudges erodes the best of us
Rainy days in the sunlight
Innocent faces in the playgrounds
Shooken-up homeless aimlessly staring
Watching if a miracle comes there way
Avenues and streets with forgotten names
Traffic will fill every single one
Coming soon, the news predicts better weather
Happy couples get to get away from the masses
Isn't it a wonderful life for all us?
No, it's even better cause its the liberty for us all;
Granting and permitting us a life of our own.

Happiness is A Warm Gun.

2011-05-13T12:51:00.000+01:00

When I Think About You...

2011-05-11T12:51:00.001+01:00

Lol, Mormons.

2011-05-09T12:51:00.000+01:00

LOL, mormons.
aren't they funny.

Dreams Come True!

2011-05-07T12:51:00.000+01:00

On The Ledge of Sanity.

2011-05-06T12:51:00.000+01:00

funny. I never thought, i'd get this old. But its far from strange at this point. And my mind is getting quite daft and cold. Everything feels so misplaced, as I can't relax. And I can't quite get a hold of anything authentic. Really, I'm at the mercy of a breaking point, I feel I have no control over, but i can only blame everybody else. I hate this. I hate this so much. this joke doesn't need a punchline, cause i'm though. (sigh)

In Circles.

2011-05-05T12:51:00.001+01:00

"The guns are retreating as we open our doors,
Here we are now, together as one, for us!
Even the loneliest of man is among us now.
Voices of the people rejoice for this great moment
In our finest hour we have prevailed
Came in a time where the light is always too dim to see
There's nothing to be afraid of now
On this horizon, is a new day for all of us
Remember this day, for tomorrow will come too soon;
Yesterday will be the last day for all of us;
It's over now, we can holster our flags and raise it high;
Stand up for the violence is over now
After us, let generations recall this day deep in their hearts
Let us prevails we reached our greatest victory!"

-In the sounds of cheers and appluse in the biggest square
Ever so, these words spoken are always repeating.

So Such Hollow.

2011-05-03T12:51:00.000+01:00

I sure missed them.
though they sound pretty mellowed out.

Hold On, Hold On..

2011-05-01T12:51:00.000+01:00

I'm currently at the center of everything,
both bored and done nothing much of anything.
I'll get on to do something soon,
until then, enjoy this. meh.

This Month's Model.

2011-04-30T12:51:00.014+01:00

May 2011.

1. The Pains of Being Pure At Heart - Heart In Your Heartbreak
2. Kylesa - Cheating Synergy
3. Thin Lizzy - The Boys Are Back in Town
4. Chapel Club - Five Trees
5. Wavves - Post Acid
6. Asobi Seksu - Perfectly Crystal
7. Metric - Black Sheep
8. Philip Glass - The Secret Plot
9. Sonic Youth - Silver Rocket
10. Does This Offend You, Yeah?- The Monkeys Are Coming
11. Ash - Ichiban
12. David Bowie - Life On Mars
13. Living Things - Let It Rain
14. Miles Davis - I Fall In Love Too Easily
15. Jay Reatard - Wounded

Here's to You, Johnny Canuck!

2011-04-26T12:51:00.000+01:00

Canucks win!
and onto Nashville.
what an odd playoff combination...

Hetty Kelly, But More Like Sid Vicious.

2011-04-25T12:51:00.001+01:00

Ram-shack and grinding to find
the ways out of this cavern
I still have the onlookers conflicted

Are we alive when we fill emptiness with loneliness?
when contempt seems like a narrow path
so much has the dirt stained the proper trail

Pushed out of these sands
oft-tethered and shriveled
looking to crawl back under my rock

I don't think I can do this myself;
but I'm left behind in the waste.
am I to fade in the burning collapse?
Will I be kept within the shell of refrain?
please don't go my tender love
as I'm facing the monster up close
please don't leave, as I have the world to defeat
before it comes down to defeat me

the broken wooden ledge I lean upon
as I kept sleepy eyes behind sunglasses
I wish my soul weren't so restless
to keep this body alive for this life
don't go to sleep, my cautious dear
cause the words always seem to trip me up
please don't let me hide, as the moment's come upon this time
for eyes around will judge you down

sometimes I ponder beyond this box
for I recalled all the proper moments
but I'm stimulated by the common weakness

she thinks, "I want no loneliness"
as she feels we're left in emptiness,
but her tone always keeps her from foolishness

the brain jump ropes with the jump at hand
thinking its way out beneath the head
but, oh my nerves,
we feel nothing all over ourselves again

your words arrows me but betray
but I'd still listen to every noun
am I still awake to your tune?
or am I just becoming restless in a dream?
don't tell me this, my broken gun
your words come like twisted vulgar
head your phrases for the end
as I feel this might reached its end

stop, as I know when to call defeat
this is not the way I want things to be
but that's how minor characters act
when the story won't make us the main
I'm walking with my head down, you pretty face
but I'm not gonna look back at this
this might be the worst of us
but I wish there was something more of us, dear...

What Ever Happened to Stretch Armstrong?

2011-04-23T12:51:00.001+01:00

Those were fun.
Espeically when you got the knife,
and stabbed him to see all that gooey gel inside.

Darby Has A Crash.

2011-04-22T00:51:00.001+01:00

Damn computer crashed for a good week,

and lost half my precious files.

I swear, sometimes i want to beat the crap out of it.

The Rock Obama.

2011-04-16T12:51:00.000+01:00

Don't make Barack angry. You wouldn't like him angry.

Searching for Johnny Granger.

2011-04-14T12:51:00.001+01:00

sadly i thought my entry was published.
oh well, there's always the next time. enjoy.

In the dusk of a summer day;
Glowing white halos blossom;
Out from beneath a jet stream.
Ever since innocent youth, I’d look elsewhere;
Quietly reminiscing of an old lament tucked away:

“A calm morning sun rise from the east
Out from beneath the heavy covers;
To the living room to enjoy this day with you;
Only to find myself surrounded with boxes;
A maze with walls of suitcases and old furniture.

I waited though school to pick me up on your arms
To ride in your car and pretend it’s a rocket
But as the sun subsides to the west
So did my jovial spirit as turned to night
And I waited, wondering where did all the spacemen go?

The echoes and screeches fill the space
From only a light beneath the door;
I felt safe under the covers, but
A civil war grew violent in the pit of my stomach,
I called for you to take me away, but you were never there.

You walked across the terminal and onto the plane;
But it was explained you couldn’t return;
My face would be pressed on the glass,
Watching the smooth streaks drifting in the sky;
Always those soft white halos spiraling in summer.”

A Tale of Fairness and Justice.

2011-04-13T12:51:00.000+01:00

Lunar Barbeque.

2011-04-11T00:51:00.001+01:00

Old essay for english class.
yes, i did turn this in and yes,
i did get a B+ on it.
boo-yah.

From the dawn of mankind, many questions has been asked and argued between great men, using logic, science, ethics and philosophy to uncover the answers behind these great mysteries. One of these mysteries that lie beyond the limits of the earth happens to be our planet’s only natural satellite, the Moon. Many great philosophers believed it to be an image of the heavens, a glowing goddess watching over us, or even a great ball of green cheese. But as one philosopher puts it, “what if [the Moon] was made out of barbeque spare ribs, would you eat it then?” (Ferrell) While the moon has been proven to be very important to the Earth and to mankind, the dwindling amount of resources of both food and energy has caused recession in many parts of the world. Sarcastically put, I believe that the Moon should be harvested and entirely consumed if it were made out of barbeque spare ribs.

The Moon has been hypothesized by astronomers that it was created billions of years ago after the Earth was struck by another planet. The contact dispatched a large chunk of the earth and got caught in its orbit, and after billions of years it shaped more sphere-like. Its orbit around the earth is equal to spin, 27 to 29 days, or one month (the word ‘moon-th’ stems from ‘moon’), which is why we can never see the other side of the moon, also known as, the dark side of the moon. The moon’s gravitational proximity to the Earth creates a friction which creates tidal waves and slows the regular Earth day to 24 hours instead of 10 hours. Its composition is scientifically made up of mostly SiO2 and variations of iron (The Moon), but in this case, the moon is entirely made up of delicious barbeque spare ribs.

If the moon harvested for its reserves of BBQ ribs, ocean tides would be extremely weak, causing a disruption of the habitats of sealife, birds, and the livelihood of fishermen. While the extinction of a handful of species will be affected, many animals that are slaughtered into meat will be spared, as the great amount of BBQ ribs will suffice and satisfy the many carnivores. The jobs that may have been affected by these rib harvesting, such as slaughterhouses and the seafood industry, will be diverted into new businesses, such as the harvesting, delivering the ribs from the moon back to earth, distribution; it would even promote research and technology in everything space-related.

The surplus of food would be distributed to many third-world countries around the world who are suffering to famine or hunger. Because of the Outer Space Act of 1967 (Outer Space Treaty), which proclaims that no one country can claim land for the Moon, it is shared within the terrestrial community, as would the space ribs.
Without the gravitational friction of the Moon, not only would the Earth day would go by much quicker, but there would be stronger winds and longer storms. While the absence of waves lowers the possibility of a hurricane or tropical or costal storms, these storms would however endanger many human beings and the even the possibility of mankind itself. (Richmond) However, the Chemical composition of BBQ Moon-ribs is far different the regular ribs on Earth, however. The bone within the Moon-rib is far stronger as its dense crust can face even the strongest vacuums of space. Its constant exposure with space, due to the Moon’s weak atmosphere (Martel), and its distance with the sun pressurize and cook these moon ribs to be both strong and tasty with 23 of the spaces finest spices. Because of the massive amount of these bones left over from global consumption, these bones would be used can be used to reinforce buildings, roads, and machines that are vulnerable to decay and giant storms and tornados. Not to mention, the fatty oils deep within the moon-rib is so delicious and powerful, it has the ability to be a possible substitute to modern petroleum oils, as its moon wells has been untouched for billions of years.

So, regardless of how this argument is hypothetical, but most definitely philosophical, I believe that if the moon were made of Barbeque spareribs, we should harvest and devour the moon. It would provide economical growth to the world and increase work production in our current economic recession; it would promote the funding, the commercialization and exploration of space and everything space related; it would help end the hunger of those in famine or in great need of food in third world countries or in great disaster; the strong bone of the rib and its juicy oils would supply us with new materials that can be used to replace resources that are rather dwindling on the earth. And most of all, the BBQ moon rib is delicious!

Composition Book, Pt.5.

2011-04-10T12:51:00.000+01:00

Pretty Soon, I'll Be Using Recorders.

2011-04-09T12:51:00.001+01:00

End of another week, a continuation of loops and holes, grasped into the idea that life is always just repeating itself, both on the large and small scale. Hardship after struggle, somehow life is repeatedly pressuring us though strife and always testing the best in ourselves. But, to make diamonds, there's always some pressure to work though, as an easily life is as dirty as coal. And after reading my daily fortune in my Panda, stating, 'You will live a confortible life,' i'd have to feel it isn't something i'd most desired. In times like these, bring the better of ourselves, and our true emotions, as everything is starting to be sanitized and electronically introvert, which makes everybody more apart from everybody. Miles Davis can only help feel better. College is such an eternal struggle, much to my chargin. I'd rather just record the lectures and copy the notes, but wheres the struggle in that?

The Only Way to Deal With Hate is to Love Even More.

2011-04-08T00:51:00.000+01:00

Interesting topic that came to mind, after reading about it in several outlets about the infamous Westboro Baptist Church. Not so much are they leading figures of controversy like Hitler or Jerry Springer, but more or less an unintended cultural phenomenon. I read them in magazines as various as Newsweek, Spin, or People, see them on News networks and televisions shows like South Park, and watch on the internet making their own internet sensation attacting millions of views. I have to figure, i guess, they're like reality stars that are somewhat flawed and definitly show mammoth emotions to things we can concider quite immoral; yet somehow, we can't take our eye off of a single movement they make. Kinda like any reality show on MTV or the first half of American Idol, there's nothing more to strengthen the pride in ourselves then group of flawed individuals.

But let me rewind and summerize a bit. Not so many people appeal to them main for one specific point they stand very strongly by: God hates everyone. Mainly because America is so tolerant of homosexual people that they believe that everyone who do not follow God's interpretation of damning all the homosexuals should also be damned and will greatly hate you. It's kinda funny how God created so many people to hate. But it's like my dad always say, "With twelve guys always following around eating dinner, watching his miracles, why wouldn't Jesus be gay?" Good point.

Then again, I never want to veer a one-sided viewpoint. It's in the Constitution for free speech. That's how they recently won the case that went to the Supreme Court how they kept picketing at a father's funeral as his son was killed in Iraq. It's a pretty obvious move to file a lawsuit about people starting commotion at a pretty depressing event, but it's slap on the head when you realize that majority of the Church Members are lawyers. Ouch.

So, in conclusion, i don't wanna promote something that's greatly itching for public attention as it would only help that cause I don't want to be so much a part of. So, i guess the message is to don't let emotions get the best of you. try not hate as life is to short to be angry all the time. hate only leads to hate, and yeah yeah yeah. what's so funny about peace, love, and understanding? I guess Michael Moore is way ahead of all of us.

Thank You, Elvis Costello!

Still Miss You, Kurt.

2011-04-07T12:51:00.000+01:00

Even after seventeen years,

you still give us the comfort of feeling sad.

Eros, c'est la vie.

2011-04-05T12:51:00.000+01:00

the soldiers are moving on,
as the bombs are flown from the sky;
I'm stranded in this wasteland,
for a battle, lost in strife.
I followed the stars you sent me,
but the sounds keep me cold;
whenever the days are fooling me,
the thoughts keep me whole.

lucid moments from synthetic words
A few steps back before I jump
in the mist that fooled and swallowed me
I’d wished, 'where did it all go?'
take me back to those carnation days
let me return to the times most revered
have me dream just for one more second
as I'm sinking beneath your finger tips

I'm struggling to keep up the pace;
only living on, from the thoughts of you.
as the fires burning out of night;
keep me asleep, when I dream of you

further the days come colder and so icy
my head spins, as it twirls these soft colours
I pick myself up to outgrow it all,
as I shed all of our primary emotions.
just a ghost I see, shriveled by the wind
a soft porcelain face, never to be held;
on goes the thoughts that lay upon a light,
only to turn off when these dreams go to sleep.

under the rising tide of season
the crashing of clouds upon its gray
I felt the distance holding me down
as the inches pull me into pressure.
I'd hate to think of a tasteless future,
all but forgotten within the depths;
tugged by a tainted leash and collar,
don't let me drown within your memories.

as I'm kept around in the same town,
i'd wish to fight for what I love.
but I kept the covers around me,
as Duchamp seems to left his 'art behind.

Bass and the Lonely Pedalboard.

2011-04-03T00:51:00.000+01:00

Why Is This Happening?

2011-04-02T12:51:00.001+01:00

Farewell, to you the disco-loving sounds of the LCD Soundsystem.

We all wished we had Daft Punk at our house.

Bellerophon and His Camera.

2011-04-01T12:51:00.000+01:00

Looking around.

This Month's Model.

2011-03-31T00:51:00.000+01:00

April 2011.

1. Deerhunter - Desire Lines
2. Beach Fossils - What A Pleasure
3. The Vaccines - Wreckin' Bar (Ra Ra Ra)
4. Merzbow - Inside Looking Out, Pt.1
5. Husker Du - Girl Who Lives On Heaven Hill
6. The Strokes - Life is Better In the Moonlight
7. Kisses - Kisses
8. The Wombats - Tokyo (Vampires and Wolves)
9. The Violets - Descend
10. Hatcham Social - Murder In the Dark
11. Yuck - Shook Down
12. The Death Set - I Miss You Beau Velasco
13. Esben and the Witch - Swans
14. White Denim - Shake Shake Shake
15. Smith Westerns - Imagine Pt.3
16. Black Strobe - Me + Madonna (The Twelves Remix)
17. The Heartbreaks - Liar, My Dear
18. The Postelles - 123 Stop
19. Gang of Four - Natural's Not In It
20. Neu! - Nazionale

Composition Book, Pt.4.

2011-03-29T12:51:00.000+01:00

Let's Start A Band.

2011-03-27T00:51:00.000Z

(insert catchy but brief intro riff)

Let's start a band, i want to start it so bad, lets jam until eight, lets makes some mistakes, lets party so we sleep late. so let's start a band, i wanna start a band, to help us from our age, to take out all our rage, to break us from this cage. let's start a band, i wanna start a band, cause i wanna start a band, so let's go and start a band.

I don't have so much to do. cause we're still young and full of ideas.
I don't want to watch the cars pass, as all these moments pass,
as we start to fall down to memories.

I have good intentions, with the sound to make a generation laugh
as we have no future to uphold, for we have no other such control,
I'm just slowly fading to my memories.

Let's start a band, i want to start it so bad, lets jam until eight, lets makes some mistakes, lets party so we sleep late. so let's start a band, i wanna start a band, to help us from our age, to take out all our rage, to break us from this cage. let's start a band, i wanna start a band, cause i wanna start a band, so let's go and start a band.

(insert guitar solo)

my alarm clock is blinking, as my hard case start to rust,
i wonder if my pedals still works, as I leave for work
but sadly, if i never get it though, i just may start without any of you
so I don't just become another thought that crumbles away..

Let's start a band, i want to start it so bad, lets jam until eight, lets makes some mistakes, lets party so we sleep late. so let's start a band, i wanna start a band, to help us from our age, to take out all our rage, to break us from this cage. let's start a band, i wanna start a band, cause i wanna start a band, so let's go and start a band.

Warhol Girl.

2011-03-26T00:51:00.001Z

girls wearing warhol never wish for mainstream
yet, yearn for the pop life
as its not a life of their own.
they stride for pure creation,
yet, they are divided by how socialible they are
between who see it as a trend and as a figure.
Warhol couldn't think of it either way,
as fifteen mintues is only enough for everyone;
too bad those faces fight for the strands of seconds

bright colour embazzeded in neon;
dressed in little mismatched socks;
hidden contents in a soup can bag with blonde smile.
but she dresses like tiffany rather then monroe,
waiting always for her breakfast meal
as she primes her colours for a subtle touch
with a simple smile, she greets her peers
modest floats in opaque in a soft porcelain surface;
the same face in different shades along close frames.

sunday morning keep me awake for the west
as the world gets 6 degrees brighter.

Polaroid in Published, session 1.

2011-03-24T00:51:00.000Z

Black Wave + Blue Wave.

2011-03-22T12:51:00.000Z

the world held me close
as the white covers me before the black
and i'm slowly sinking within a soft abyss;
Wishing to float
as I'm distanced off into its whirlpool;
trapped in the middle of its roar;
i'm shallowed into the sea;
perished into the depths of forgotten sands.

In the blink of an array of glossy bubbles
Ocean clouds rise from the night horizons of the bottom.
Carried slowly into the sky
as I'm able to open my eyes to shades of blue;
the pressure slowly pulls away from my skin.
Upon the looming surface,
a breath of fresh air is remember by the lungs
as the gentlest of blue pulls me to shore;
I held the sand close to me
as the waves sailed back to the real horizon.

Composition Book, Pt.3.

2011-03-21T12:51:00.001Z

200,000!

2011-03-20T00:51:00.000Z

Yeah, Whoo, Uh-huh, Alright.

Poncho Comes to Me in Fives.

2011-03-18T12:51:00.000Z

Aux Chandelles Dans la Neige.

2011-03-16T00:51:00.002Z

.Driving home in my blue Mistress, listening to the same music thats ten years old, taking the shortest route to avoid stuck in between giant SUVs and unrelible drivers, but not that I'm not relible myself; I take the longest gasp of breath among myself, and for a while I try to gander thoughts so lucid to realize what's really going on today; this year; what is really going now? I'm so confused. I have to look at all the figures leading and have to wonder: Where are the heroes who champion our generation? I dislike the idea that we're somewhat misguided in what is "correct", what we supposed to like, and who we take after when our caretakers fade in bloom. I don't truly feel nothing is leading us, as we take a leap though the fog and mist into the unknown. I can't help to feel to not trust these phonies.

I look up at the ceiling at the comfort of my rundown matress, with the feeling after you get to let your toes gain a breath of fresh air after taking off your socks, noticing how tired you are when you finally let go of the rush of the day. I softly felt the silence as I'm reminded how quickly passed by with all of sound and lectures that is only background noise, I have to wonder the true value and relevence of what's really going on. It's funny how life is trying to imitate art to the point its forgotten what is real, i guess. Then again....

Strolling in the Simple Evening Sun.

2011-03-14T00:51:00.002Z

I finally got a hold of the new album,
and its actully pretty good for a handful of songs.
its diffently a change in sound,
but can't expect to sound the same forever.
though its only meeting my expectations,

but their still cool.

She's Written in the Subtext.

2011-03-14T00:51:00.000Z

She's a ghost that wants your attention
but no one could ever see transparent
she's a whisper that screams a thousand echoes
but no one could ever hear the wind
she's a dancer that waltz her way to everywhere
but no one could appreciate that idea of elegance
she's a temptress that stares down your heartbeat
but no one could feel the shiver of a heart
she's a chariot that carries her horses through primrose
but no one could guide the blind though the stridden path
she's boat in the lake that rides to marquee
but no one could float what's lost at sea...

but I couldn't be anymore happier
as we have each other to ourselves.

________________________________________

she's a bunny with a gun
but she holds it just for the fun
devious, she hops to shade the sunlight
you can't help it when it’s cute
pseudo-moments come omni-present
even if it’s not your intentions
but you can't help to think
that she's trying to get your attention

sometime you have to wait until the end
to truly know how she can smile
she can drag you on so long
but when it’s clear, it’s worth the while
you can't help things take forever
for the seconds you yearn to see her
in the time you think in a day of imagination
nothings the same in levels of sensation

as the minutes pass, I can't wait any longer
to yearn and strive without knowing
for the desolate beliefs
has part me down so weak
the hourglass buries me in sand
as the grain puncture the skin
my bones pressed up against the glass
time can only test one's true character...

Composition Book, Pt.2.

2011-03-13T00:51:00.000Z

Nobody Loves You, Nicolae.

2011-03-12T00:51:00.000Z

For the recent months,
the theme of commiunist ideals and such come off as interesting.
not so much for a revial,
but as an epic drama of characters

who more or less became seduced by power
and lost from their true intentions.
This is Nicolae Ceausescu.

At The Moment, I'd Rather Go For A Frostie.

2011-03-11T12:51:00.000Z

the 80s were really weird.
even chili had its own theme song.
oh my..

Underrated Albums - "The Breastroke"

2011-03-10T00:51:00.000Z

The waters on the coast feel so warm.
Yet the currents makes quite hard to swim in.
Though the whirlpools, it sinks into a lovely daydream.

Coaltar of the Deepers were founded in Tokyo during the spring of 1991, diving in the growing shoegazing scene in Japan, but were also influenced by other musical genres such as thrash metal and alternative music. Led by the cavalier frontmen Narasaki, they released a hand full of EPs that featured quite talented and creative new songs that seemed to separate themselves then the actual shoegazing bands, but gained very limited recognition. In 1994, after signing onto a major label, Victor Records, the Deepers were able to release their first record, "The Visitors of Deepspace" which featured a thrash metal cover of the Cure's "Killing an Arab" and a few songs that would end up on "The Breastroke" but after lukewarm reviews but a growing cult following, the Deepers disappeared beneath the music scene for three years. Between these years, came numerous lineup changes and a misguided sense of no direction or motivation. Out of the ashes in '97, they released their first EP in years, "Cat EP" and "Submerge," an album full of remixes, rare and new songs. In '98, they release a best of album, a showcase if you will, if there best work up until then, entitled, "The Breastroke." In the years of slow progress, this gives way to the biggest waves in the music waves, something beyond shoegaze or just in the Japanese music scene; a masterpiece for the ages, featuring there strongest points of their slow music prowess. With a few favourite pieces such as 'Blink' and 'Cell,' they have created an array of bold and unconflicted pieces of rock music that has slowly risen beneath the music world. To this day, their influence is scattered among many fans both in the Japanese world and Western world, as it's sounds reverbs and echoes among only the few willing to dive off the deep end.

'That's A Big Mistake,' Said the Lion.

2011-03-09T12:51:00.003Z

I wrote this during long lecture in class,
and there's this one person that kinda gets on my nerves secretly.
I'm thinking he's on the ganja or something.
but I wrote all this based on him on such.
enjoy.

Silhouette shoes follow me slowly
as it talks like a whisper
an individual speaks makes a unique sound
a crowd talking at once sounds the same
silence makes no expression
off-topic conversions make quite the comeback
but 1st-person views will always be fulfilling
careless has cared less about the simple decisions
simple could simply careless.

shifted in the slightest of views from great heights
but held off in between long conversations
koala talk nods just to rest away
as the hand points toward another horizon
aimlessly he stares with the idea to ponder
makes without effort to make effort for anything
though the cry's of the victim's call for end
superman could endlessly careless.

halogen backpacks travel in fives
through great shadows and great reflection
this mirror image digresses but I’m forced to stare
even if all the facts are purely just factual
still the compass speaks without pointing north
as exaggeration points everywhere in the wrong direction
"that's a big mistake," said the lion
but the lion mistakenly could careless.

the concrete answer burrows in a struggle
as the light is a weight that pushes too much
surely what's polite makes it way in dirt
but only the holes get bigger as it all collapses
the smile of one is wrong in everyway
happiness is forcibly shared with everyone who wants it.
melancholic only hits the person when alone
as happiness could happily careless.

Finally, this Room is on Fire.

2011-03-07T12:51:00.001Z

For about 5 years,
the Strokes finally comeback.
It's probably a diffcult listen for the loyal folk,
but I'm not gonna complain.

Vintage is Better When Its Vintage.

2011-03-07T00:51:00.000Z

I miss vintage hockey.
The heroes of yesterday only echo in my ear.

Composition Book, pt. 1.

2011-03-06T12:51:00.000Z

Stories from Saffron Fields.

2011-03-04T12:51:00.000Z

I. The Hierophant

the guard held stories
for the young and for the sick
but the fence can only make me
glance though the seems
as the sounds of wood on metal shoes crack
and the uniforms sheik the wallpaper symbolism
the future keeps me detained to the chains
as the ball rolls toward the other way
softly, the tears flow down in a stride of puddles
as the colour washed away from metal;
only a single airplane remains in these skies of beige.

II. The Chariot

orange flowers arise from grandiose showers
but those showers were gray
and came very vicious
clouds shallow on the rise of night fall
surly, they gaze upon the wartorn soldiers
from the previous march apart and detached
far from the souls they buried
with the facade of gun powder
they gather and spread the severed into ashes
as they sprinkle the remains of crafted fields;
soon shades of scarlet became monochrome.

III. The Dancer

as the wax disappear to hang off the table edge
the smoke builds itself on the wooden ceiling
sounds of waltz invoke different tangerine dreams
as the rain puncture the porcelain floors
those pictures of pity and pseudo-loneliness begin to age
the lone cloud umbrellas a quiet and clement inflorescence;
she dances along the tulips aligned perpendicularly
in soft Persian silk,
moonlight atones a brave spotlight;
a golden flower among golden flowers

IV. The Magician

painted in white to cover things that can't evoke
the magician's hat has torn apart from masterful orators
still, the audience wished they were fooled for a second longer
as the snow drifts and lies among the grass
the leaves carry over,
gasping their last breath,
holding a final stand
beneath the brown, invisible to the eye but imagined by brain
holes are aligned to a happy family along the fireside
as the children fall asleep
and as people shovel the snow;
the rabbit could only smile.

V. The Worker

sounds of wheelbarrows on dirt and scythes cutting the grass
the worker succumbs to a modest living
but as their suitcases were raided for their valuables
I guess luxury and vanity isn't something for the hungry;
the mirror can only look the other way
but the dust always disperse the densest of crowds
and sunlight awakens the denser red sun
whiskey looks better in crystal but not in soil;
fields only yearn as they cannot grow when drowned in squalor.