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.
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.
NEVER!
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:
SUPERRRRRRR!!!and
FAAAANTAAASTIC!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 public...like 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 gay....you 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.
That said...a man carrying a purse is UNACCEPTABLE.But Hot Lesbian Sex is perfectly fine.
I found myself watching this informative though somewhat deceptive documentary. When looking at a film, the first thing I ask myself is: "What's this persons objective? They are trying to convince me that [insert conspiracy theory here]"
I for one have been hindering a growing attachment for conspiracy documentaries, but I deny myself the delicious indulgence of regurgitating something I saw on Google video to those not in the know. I watch these videos and want to think I'm above all this shady behavior, that-unlike the neo-liberal, cubicle dwelling, mouseketeers watching YouTube and checking Facebook-I'm somehow above that. But am I?
It's unfair to just think we are all so obtuse and blind, unaware of what's happening around us. Of course we know that government, corporations, media and banks control our lives. But I cannot embellish such theories unless you propose a motherfucking solution. Oh, no solution? Then move along donkey dick.
They make it sound like we are going to drop everything and start the anarchist V for Vendetta style movement. WTF? I'm young and informed...I, a victim of neo-liberalism, know more than your better judgment presumes I do.
I know that pharmaceutical companies patent genes while mothers die of breast cancer since it's too expensive to buy the rights necessary to study the protein. I know the soy in that soy in your late comes from beans which were genetically modified. I know the companies that own these patents must capitalize on their discovery in order to compensate for expenses surmounted during R&D. I know that this is the first sign of a failed system.
I know that our economy (subsystem) is geared for growth where as the biosphere (the parent system) remains the same size; we are quickly displacing the biosphere because our economy is geared toward the endless pursuit of growth. That human beings are selfish and will only think as far as themselves, their progeny, their profits and their 401K. That guy who hit 40 yesterday and bought a corvette doesn't give a rats ass about melting glaciers...he's thinking about:
1. Enjoying the money he's managed to save after being ass raped by the IRS and having worked for his entire life since the age of three.
2. Picking up a hot blonde so he can get his dick wet.
3. Enjoying the adrenaline rush of a 7 Liter V8 and hitting 200 mph.
I know that we'll never attempt sustainable design until we rethink corporate economic globalization. That until people change their mental attachment to materialistic possessions habits wont change. That until the government, investment bankers, lobbyists and politicians find something that makes just as money as fossil fuels they won't provide incentives or procure change....no, to them change is bad.
I know that industrialization has caused this. That advances in technology and medicine mean that more people live, reproduce and consume the products which corporations manufacture by pillaging the earth; it's trees, animals, soil, seas, wetlands and air. I know that future generations might will either not survive or survive to see a hot baron rock.
I know while the media portrays Hugo Chavez as a fascist, totalitarian monster, his ascendancy into power was one of the most democratic examples that the united states could learn from. Moreover, his actions since being voted into power exemplify his use of monetary sources for the betterment of the impoverished, ie the majority of the people in his country...not the minority making all the money off the oil who used the media as a tool to maintain power and propagate the conception of him as Castro's partner in crime.
I know the reason Washington dislikes Chavez is, not only because he controls the worlds 3rd largest source for oil, but because he represents such radical socio-economic change in which the government is controlled by the people and not the panoptic, Orwellian way around.
I know that women are no longer the way they used to be. That finding one that can hold a conversation and not your credit car is a journey within itself. That they are insecure and confused, unlike the last generation of strong, confident, loving women: women who bent over for men (no pun intended). Women who sacrificed for their spouse and family...often too much but nevertheless out of love. Now woman are the opposite...they seek complete self interest, ignoring anyone else's needs until theirs are fulfilled.
Let's face the reality I'm a sheep, you're a sheep...we're all slaves to something. Even if you're a god damn hobbit that lives in the woods, a tall, pipe smoking wizard will find you and some weakness to exploit...he'll find your precioussss.
There are too many distractions if you look around. And while drugs and alcohol might do it for most, money is the true red meat which distracts the watchdog of the mind. EVERYONE can find some route to happiness with money....right?
As much as I want to believe there are greedy men of almost insurmountable wealth who play the world like a craps game, it's easier for me to believe we're all sheep to some opiate that has managed to displace "true" happiness (aka love). I'm sure the greedy NWO bankers are brewing a diabolical scheme, the effects of which trickle down to materialistic slavery. However, in the greater scheme of things, the problem is more of an individual one- self imposed slavery that I fear we are far from abandoning much less ostracizing when the power of Prada compels you.
I'm quite demanding of myself when it comes to adopting a revised position on some controversial subject. Immediately adopting a new stance on something which is larger and more complex than a video found on google is akin to walking on thin ice. It's dangerous and lazy to believe you understand the world and it's idiosyncrasies via a neat little compressed package.
It's a lot harder to go and read up those sources and see if they're full of shit or the person did their homework. Unlike most, I actually like to know what the fuck I'm talking about. So when faced with a hot headed techie ready to shit his pants with anticipation on debating the N95 vs. iPhone I can easly pwn his ass. Game, set, match moi.
Within every joke, story, or statement there an epithet of ones disposition, an unspoken allegiance to some culture or dogma. People want to convince you of their views, so as to reaffirm their belief system, gratify their intelligence, and thus appease their ego.
This is not true of everyone, but just something you have to be mindful of when communication becomes unidirectional. That is to say: watching TV, a movie, reading a book, even conversing with a person who's voice accounts for 95% of the time during your verbal exchange. When communication is interactive or multi directional, you are not a passive observer anymore. You now play a role in deciding the content. This is why mobile video has been so successful...you're not limited by the remote anymore, you ARE the network, broadcaster and signal.
With documentaries like Sicko, Fahrenheit 911, Roger and I, Bowling for Columbine and the video I just watched-you are a passive observer for over two hours. By the time you walk out the cinema you are all motivated and political for no more than 5 minutes before you forget and go back to your rudimentary lethargic life...baaa
PostSecret is an ongoing community art project where people mail
in their secrets anonymously on one side of a homemade postcard.
It's funny as hell...enjoy.
Gotta get mine.
Gotta get up, gotta brush my teeth, gotta drink some coffee, gotta go to work -I gotta bring the home that bread. Gotta be on time, gotta pay for gas, gotta catch that train, gotta sit through traffic, gotta listen to music. Gotta pay that mortgage, gotta finance the kids college, , gotta finance that car, gotta pay those bills, gotta get out of debt, gotta get that promotion, gotta get that 401K. Gotta please the boss, gotta close that account, Gotta expand this company, gotta monetize, digitize, capitalize, stigmatize, and homogenize, gotta move up the ladder, gotta please, gotta suck up. Gotta gotta sell my soul. Gotta pass that bill, gotta finance that campaign, gotta patent that gene, gotta capitalize on opportunity, gotta get those voters on my side. Gotta have that drink, gotta have that smoke, gotta figure out how much longer I can do this.
Gotta get mine.
Gotta buy that dress, gotta hit the club, gotta do my nails, gotta do my hair, gotta lose some weight, gotta get my degree, gotta tease him, gotta please him, gotta ask my friends, gotta use the bathroom, gotta dodge that bill, gotta work those hips, gotta work that hair, gotta avoid eye contact. Gotta hear that song, gotta see that movie, gotta eat that food, gotta look good, gotta be quiet, gotta speak up, gotta read, gotta move up, gotta fall in love, gotta have kids, gotta get married, gotta get that rock, gotta be successful, gotta live in mans world.
Gotta get mine.
Gotta get laid, gotta look good, gotta go out, gotta travel, gotta pay for that cab, gotta pay that cover, gotta buy those drinks, gotta talk to that girl, gotta keep my head up, gotta be confident, gotta be pleasant, gotta keep the conversation flowing, gotta dodge that cockblock, gotta keep her attention, gotta make eye contact, gotta speak above the music, gotta make her laugh, gotta make her smile,gotta get that number, gotta brush it off and try again.
Gotta get mine.