Something New

It's always refreshing to find something new. The human spirit is an amazing thing but easily diminished when burdened with everyday menial life. That said it's always nice to find new things to keep you going; keep you inspired.

I'm graduating from college and moving on with my life. I'm taking a road trip on some of the best road through Europe. Moreover, I'm doing it in an evo VIII. It will no doubt be unreal, I'll try my best not to try any Crack Makinen tactic and bring both the car and myself in one piece.

With 2000 miles to cover I'm going to need lots of music to keep me going. I was watching this Top Gear Epsiode for inspiration. As usual, the soundtrack is an eclectic mix that inspires the soul. It's the kind of music that gives you goosebumps and makes you think about some fantasy you've been planning your whole life.

First off we have Ludovico Einaudi, an Italian composer with some amazing minimalist classical music. His 2007 album Divenire is worth checking out; it's the best classic I've heard since Michael Nyman's work on the Gattaca OST. The song "Ritornare" is particularly beautiful yet encompassing an almost melancholy serene:

Next, I accidentally found this guy called "Apparat." while looking at Remix of the same Top Gear video. His music is the most original thing I've heard in a long time. Imagine a half cup of Craig Armstrong, two tea spoons of Radiohead, and a dash of minimalist trance. It would definitely constitute as "high man" music, but I seem to be the odd ball that enjoys it sober.

I can understand someone wearing a courier bag aka "man purse"....on campus you see that shit all the time - but this...this is straight up homo. Only in New York [edit--> and San Francisco] would you see such a thing.

Trinis...Imagine a chiney man walking up Charlotte street, flexing d latest Louis Vuitton-bag swaying in all it's glory while smoking a cigarette with the pinky extended like Du Maurier is about to go out of style.


Now before you go all Richard Simmons on my ass, anyone who grew up in Trinidad will understand the distinction in culture - homosexuality is not tolerated in the West Indies. I have no malice, disdain or hatred for homosexuals. You have to understand that, as a Trinidadian, this is a cultural twilight zone; it's beyond the categorization of taboo.

Moreover, the grand gestures and overly efeminite catch phrases such as:
don't help any. They manage to take the label of "attention whore" to an entirely new level. Caught in a culture that promotes promotes sexual freedom and promiscuity, it's like they feel this need to let everyone know how proud and HAPPY they are to be gay.

I'm sure it must be exiting to be sexually awakened, to accept the circumstance they had no choice over (apparently). But do you really have to parade the news like a tabloid, do you really have to speak so loud that everyone must endure the callousness of your frilly epicene voice. Heterosexual couples annoy me when flaunting their affection in they are some celebrity couple starving for pavaratzi; you think I prefer to see two men going at it.

If you're gay, then you're do you. Be proud if you want, I don't give a rats ass. But there's a class that comes with humility, anonymity, and modesty. To thine own self be true motherfucker! Know what you are and not what you want to appear to be. If I had to guess, I'd say the loudest, most flamboyant butt muncher is the weakest; the most insecure. He's akin to the modern day metrosexual Guido:

or the porcelin doll:

encompassing a plethora of materialistic and personable accessories to compensate for their trite insecurities. cry That said...a man carrying a purse is UNACCEPTABLE.

But Hot Lesbian Sex is perfectly fine. mrgreen


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