2010

First post of 2010.

My stomach is full, I am dirty from not washing for three consecutive days and the couch has my body permanently imprinted between the fibers........


(have to go to work, will finish later)

Imagine

I sit down
Things seemed so much better before
Lit skin in melodious colors
Spinning graciously, for it wont last forever
In lust again
Hooded figure drops from the ceiling
Gravely gripping at his chest
Breaking solemnly head down
Professional non-smokers hover
Paper cuts bleed profusely over the table into glasses
Melting eyes catch glimpses of rabbits
Shoulder blades slice right through butter
Continental breaths linger over bitter tea
Chained bears sip for your sake
It all seemed quaint before
Now its just nonsense

Hello again blog world!

It has been quite a while, I must say, since I have blogged. I just recently remembered I had one of these things and with the summer taking up most of my time (more on that later) I guess I just lost track of this blog.
A reason for my departure from this blog is because I have gone back to the basics I suppose you could say. Writing is one of my favorite things to do, but I never get to do enough of it. Whether it be because of work, or school, or just life, it has fallen behind on my list of priorities. Not until recently have I really picked up again, and this time I hit it full force. I have three written journals that I usually write in. Two are for a class, and the other is for me.
The summer was quite an experience to say the least. My adventures usually led me to the forest, and outdoors, which is a rarity for me. Not only did I spend my time outdoors but I can proudly say that I really did do some growing up this summer. I guess it takes time to realize what your priorities are in life and I can say that I think I have found mine. As I was writing in my journal today I remember writing this, "I know that i'm not done growing up, there is a lot I have to learn, but i'm glad i'm open to it now". Which encompasses how i'm living my life these days. I have really taken a new turn, for the better, and I believe that I know what I want to do.
Today I started my applications for CSU's and it is quite a daunting process. There is so much they need to know, and it ain't cheap.
I'm also taking a full course load this semester of which I plan to ace all of my classes. And finally finish with math, once and for all!!!!
On the personal front, I guess i've learned a lot about myself. I know what I want in life. I'm still quite stupid though. So its on a trial and error basis.
On the work front, I still work at RR, and its mostly just one day a week. Which is bearable for me. Thats all i'll say about that.
Applying for all my schools has really made me think of what I want in life, what i'm willing to give up, and what i'm standing to gain. I know that if I stay in California I will have it easier, I will have a place to live with my mom, and food to eat. But i've also realized that its about time I flew the coop. I love my family, but I think I would appreciate them more from afar, way afar.
Its a scary thing to move I know this. But who's to say that I can't handle the challenge?
Well right now, I have the pacific north west in my sights and I hope to one day fulfill my dream of living there.
This fall promises to be most interesting if everything goes as planned. I have so much homework now that I don't know what to do with myself. Also I'll be working some on new projects with friends. So that sounds like it should fill my time up.
And for now, I think i'll keep surfing the web for an invitation to Google Wave, which seems like it will be the future of communications.

Mt. FUN!

Its Mt. Baldy and the bugs came out to play. This tuesday we a couple friends an I went to hike in the wilderness that is the Angeles National Forest. I was expecting fresh air, which we got. Big trees, check. And a whole lot of bugs, which I wasn't expecting. The flys were abnormally ginormous. Each one would land on you and begin to make you the host of their ever expanding family. The red marks on me are proof of the attack I barely survived. I used to think that I was a wilderness person. I cherished the fact that as a city boy, I would appreciate the expansive forest. But much to my chagrin, or distaste for the insect kingdom, I am not in fact a wilderness boy. I am through and through a dweller of suburbia. Its not a big surprise I suppose. I was raised in the city. So it comes down to having to choose a life of modern comforts, or a life of tranquil peace with great weather and beautiful sunsets, melded with horrifying insects and grotesque bug bites. I think I choose the former. A city boy. Doesn't sound so bad, does it?

I'll always have money for books

It has come to my attention recently that when I am a starving writer in some crack of a den, I will always spend my money on books instead of food. It sounds idiotic, in fact it sounds downright stupid. But I would rather read than eat. God knows my body will benefit from such practices. Honestly though, I love to read and when ever I have some extra cash or a full check to cash I will immediately head towards the nearest bookseller establishment.
For example today, I could have saved my two or three shekels for a later day, but instead the minute I saw that "Of Mice And Men" was on sale for 2 dollars I had to have it.
On the same spree I bought "Nausea" by Jean Paul Sartre and "Death of a Salesman" by Arthur Miller.
Really, I only do it to build my collection. I want to amass a library comparable to that of the one Congress posesses. Impossible, I know. Yet a boy could dream.
When I read I delve into other worlds where my problems don't seem so large and daunting. Life after books just seems so much easier. One would say then, why read about such depression and sadness and such overwhelming adversity. Why? Because, thats why. The words fill me and wrap me tight making me feel protected. I love the smell of an old book, especially when its yellowed and falling apart. Imagine what its been through. Its witnessed first hand the lives of other owners who explored its pages. Its seen the tears fall from many eyes and heard the roaring laughter from many voices. I love knowing that there is something so old and yet willing to teach me something new when ever I feel like it.
Books.

PS: A shout out must be given to the people at the Prison Library Project in Claremont, CA. That is where I purchased my novels today. Thanks, I hope my donations help the indigent inmates of Chino State Prison!

Book Review

This past week i've been reading "Possible Side Effects" by Augusten Burroughs, who also wrote "Running With Scissors". This is another collection of essays mostly consisting of recaps of his childhood and some recent events after his success with the film. The book was very funny to say the least. He is a very witty writer with clever insights into the human condition. When he writes about his mother, you can feel the pain. Yet, you are laughing your ass off the whole time.

There is a scene near the end of the book where he writes about finding out that there is no Santa Clause. But only because his mother has to yank him off of an asian man who he thinks is Santa. In fact he believes that all mythical creatures are asain. Why? Well, I won't give that part away, you'll have to read that for yourself.

And if you like this one, you will do well in picking up the rest of his novels. But start off with this one. Its a hoot and a half!

Daliy Soup

Now for another installment of the Daily Soup:

This time we're going to look at one of my favorite websites. RCRDLBL is a music site for independent artists that want to get their music out there but can't because lack of money, distributors, or the biggest reason: no record company. Its a blog of sorts, but one that lets you download music free and most importantly LEGALLY. That was one of the big sellers for me. Its one of the websites I frequent most and often. The music is an eclectic mix of electronica, rock, pop, indy, dance, and hip-hop.
Note:for DJ's they often hold remix contests for up and coming DJ's. The music is free and legal to remix, in fact they want to hear it. Check them out, and download!


Here are a few samples from their collection:

Check some of these artists out and if you like them, go ahead and download it. Its free people!

Book Sites

Its hard finding a good book to read nowadays. For one thing, I am a very picky reader. I only like reading certain types of books by certain authors. However there is always the exception to the rule. The classics for example. At Barnes and Nobel there is an entire section dedicated to the books that we grew up with. Lining the walls are such authors as Charles Dickens, Shakespear, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Jack London, Niccolo Machiavelli, W.e.b DuBois, and many many more.
Many contemporary authors share the spotlight with the classics. And they are Joyce Carroll Oats, David Sedaris, Augusten Burroughs, Mark Haddon, C.D. Payne, John Steinbeck, J.K. Rowling, Stephanie Meyer, Dan Brown, Ayn Rand, and many more that I can't list because it will take up this whole blog.
For me, what catches eye most is a good cover. That is a must. I know the saying, "never judge a book by its cover". But as a typical consumer colorful things always catch my eye. For example, I read catch 22 because of the blue cover and white letters, thats it. Well to be honest, someone had recommended it to me. And It turned out to be a funny read.

As a rule, I always carry a book with me now. I hate to be caught with nothing to do, hence the book. If there is ever a moment where I have absolutely nothing to do, I read. Not to say that I do it because its a chore, no. I love to read. And I feel as though reading has become a lost art. People are such visual creatures that they cannot stand to stare at something for too long. The brain needs stimulation. As a result, reading has gone by the wayside. TV now rules. A sad fact.
Nevertheless, finding good books is hard. Especially one that you might be interested in. So here are some good places to look. Online and in store.

www.bn.com (Barnes and Nobel Online site. It carries a wide range of books, not many rare titles)
www.powells.com (Used, new and out of prints books, just like the homepage says)
www.baumanrarebooks.com (more rare books)
www.borders.com (sign up and get lots of coupons)
www.bookfinder.com (finds books for you, what can be better?)
www.octavo.com (something a little different, rare digital books)


Check them out and type in the category, author, or genre that you are interested in and who knows, you might find a book you love.

Pregaming is it?

no corrections, no filter, just me.


Sitting here listening to this song by mgmt, electric feel, its quite a catchy song. I must have heard it ages ago, but it slipped my mind. The song also has attached to it some great memories of this past year, (wait the song changed and i need it to write this). Anyway, this year so far has been an experience of a life time. In January I began to go to these parties, I knew only one person at first, my friend. It was intimidating at first to say the least. Not knowing anyone is a scary experience when at a party. For some people its the best thing ever. Well, not for me. I used to be petrified to go to parties on my own. I would have rather shot vinegar up my wrist than party alone. That was until I actually saw, with sober eyes what actually goes on at parties. People get there, round 11, at the earliest. Some are already half drunk, from what according to certain sources which shall remained unnamed is: pregaming. Pregaming is the act of drinking your booze of choice in your car before you actually arrive to the party. Its akin to having a drug addict t.v. host taking a hit of cocaine before the live broadcast. Its only to loosen you up. Simple I suppose. Not for me. I'm a paranoid specimen, and I like to drink socially, or else it seems weird, and I feel as though the next thing I should do is sign up for a AA meeting. "Hi, my name is mo. I pregamed in the car, by myself, I'm a loser I know! Oh my god where have I gone wrong!", is something along the lines of what I would say. Nevertheless, I tend to get pretty olbliterated at partys that pregaming at least for me, its rather unnecessary. I guess its just weird old me.

Muzack

This new track from Daniel Merriwether is poised to be quite the chart topper. Its funky, fresh, and just new! Check it out.

Bold Moves

I've always loved television. Ever since my mother would turn it on and let me watch an hour or so of mind numbing programming. Its always been a comfort to me, especially when I'm bored, sad, or just feel like tuning out. Nevertheless, time and time again I turn to the boob tube for, for lack of a better word, peace. Sometimes i'll be in front of it, and leave it on any channel, just for the noise, and the company. The emitting lights and sounds can be very reassuring. Yet, all of the comfort and supposed peace it has brought me has come at a price. I tend to tune out of life sometimes. I would rather indulge in a good hour drama, than deal with life. The television has been my coping mechanism for so many years. While watching tv, I can sort out my problems, issues, and what have you. All while conscious or unconsciously watching the tv...................

That right there was a pause for one of my brief indulgences. (I'm watching X-Men: The Last Stand on FX, in HD no less)

Anyway, this tends to happen a lot. Sometimes, someone will be talking to me and I can hear them, I really can, but I don't respond because i'm entranced by the program.

Well, no more, hopefully. I've made a decision, a bold one on my part. At least I think so anyway. I have removed the television from my room, where I spend a good deal of time. And in its place, an empty space waiting for yet another mind numbing device to supersede it. I've always had a television in my room, but recently its become a problem. I'll turn it on, for the noise, and start on my homework. But sooner or later I tune out of my homework, and tune into whatever is on the tv. It is so easy! It happens way too often for my liking, and my welfare. I'm focusing more on my studies now, and I think this is a positive step in the right direction for success. I know it may seem like nothing to other people, but to me its a big deal.

Now, off to do some actual homework.

*turns of t.v. and heads to tv-less room, oh the horror!*

One hour of sleep

This is me typing on one hour of sleep. I'm still functional, still breathing (thank the lord), and still upright. I finished my essay at 4am and slept for about an hour. So this is about all I am capable of writing without falling face forward on the keyboard. Au revoir.

Its lunch time, I think bagels are in order. Chip Chip Cheerio!

Style

This is a belated post about a shoot I participated in a few weeks ago. It was 60s inspired, yet modern. The team could not have been any better and more suited for this type of shoot. I think it turned out really well. Hope you guys like them as well. These are just some of the behind the scenes shots I took.

Et voila:





c'est fini!


Style by: Shadi

Pop Icon-ish

This past week Brian Graden, president of MTV, Logo, and VH1, came to speak at Mt. SAC. He spoke about his life, his career and his projects. The funny part of it all was when he compared every stage of his life to a reality tv show, that he would then go on to play a clip from. It sort of seemed like big ad for MTV. Nevertheless, he managed to capture my interest. Isn't that the most important thing?
P.S. Well he was quite inspiring actually. His whole life story about how he was fired from his job and then he went to work at South Park. I think he is the reason that the show is on the air. (thanks Brian). Also he used to be married, to a woman! Considering the fact that he is gay, thats pretty surprising. How could a man who's had so many obstacles in life, turn out to be a president of one of the most popular networks in the world? Thats pretty interesting to me.

I'm Pressin' Charges

Thanks to Michelle and Shadi, I don't think i've laughed as hard as I did with this video. Oh me, oh my.


+ the remixes are top notch.



Hilarious!

Biiiitch Pleeeze

this definitely brings the LOL's. like omg.

The Shins

A cold and wet November dawn
and there are no barking sparrows
just emptiness to dwell upon.

I fell into a winter slide
and ended up the kind of kid who goes down chutes too narrow
just eking out my measly pies.

But I learned fast how to keep my head up 'cause I
know there is this side of me that
wants to grab the yoke from the pilot and just
fly the whole mess into the sea.

Another slow train to the coast
some brand new gory art from way on high
I sink and then I swim all night.

I watch the ice melt on the glass
while the eloquent young pilgrims pass
and leave behind their trail
imploring us all not to fail.

Of course I was raised to gather courage from those
lofty tales so tried and true
if you're able, I'd suggest it 'cause this
modern thought can get the best of you.

This rather simple epitaph can save your hide, your falling mind
fate isn't what we're up against there's no design, no flaws to find
there's no design, no flaws to find.

But I learned fast how to keep my head up 'cause I
know I got this side of me that
wants to grab the yoke from the pilot and just
fly the whole mess into the sea.


My fave song.

An exercise in futility.

The poor,innocent, troglodytes of society bathe in the sunlight of the evening day. Jean Marie tilts her head up, slightly, in the manner of a former beauty queen. She behaves so very regal, its inspiring. You know she used to be beautiful, it is evident in her bone structure. Her jaw line defined, slightly masculine but very feminine simultaneously. Her cheekbones radiate from her face, resplendent almost, round and fine. Her nose is upturned, but ever so slightly. Her eyes, however, seem argumentative, angry, pensive. Their color is faded from years gone by of a life once lived. So yes, you can tell she was once a beauty. But now, the years have taken their toll. The bags under her eyes weigh on her, like anchors. She tries to cover them up anyway she can, with makeup, with treatments, with cold hard cucumbers (like she sees on t.v), but to no avail. It's all pointless. She won't resort to medical interventions either. She rationalizes that its beneath her. Surgery. Hmph! But the truth is that she can't afford it. She can barely afford her lunch that shes enjoying right now. She had finally had enough. What's one 5 dollar lunch she says? She's been saving and saving. She wants to escape from her meaningless job, her dead-end job, and her troll of a husband. She's what you would call a desperate housewife, the epitome of one, I would say.


mo-
and thats as much as i have today. its an exercise in writing i would like to do everyday. hopefully i'll keep it up.

The Soup of the Day

Arrrgh!


My cellphone is vibrating on the faux wood desk i've been assigned in my french 2 class. It goes on and on, for eternity, or, well, until I pick it up. Everyone hears it in the freakishly quiet room. They turn. I turn red. Then it all turns. The professor has noticed the vibrating, she smiles. Its one of those evil, wicked smiles. She's happy that she's caught me. Almost too happy. How could someone be so happy to catch someone red handed. (Well, backtrack. I know a lot of people who would be more than delighted to catch someone doing something naughty). She projects her lanky arm forward, palm open, waiting hungrily for my phone. Despondently, I hand it over, my face is now clearly upset. If you could visualize it: the eyebrows furled, squinched as tightly as possible. The forehead is another story all together, lines clearly visible like dried out riverbeds in the grand canyon. The eyes are red with fury, beaming at her, filled with nothing but disdain. The mouth is pursed shut, nothing could open it except a barrage of curse words aimed directly at the enemy. Thats what my face looks like.(Pretty isn't it?) But she will not get away with it! Yet, she already has. In front of my classmates, no less. I resign to the fact that my phone is now in her dried up bony old hands. Forever locked away, or, until class is over. At the end of class I will be sure to give her a pice of my mind, and it will be a big honkin' piece, cherry filled! The kid next to me witnesses everything, especially my rage. He keeps a safe distance. "Good thinking buddy" I say to myself. Best he stays away, for his own sake. Because I am about to rip this room apart with my rage! Or rather, like always, do nothing. Yeah, that sounds about right. By the end of class my vehement vexation has significantly worn off. I know, I was utterly out of line. I shouldn't have behaved in such a manner. I completely embarrassed myself, yet again. Nothing new in my book. Another one to add to the list of public mortifications. Who do I have to blame but myself. Not that it matters. I'm just ranting after all.

Sacramento

Off to Sacramento for four days, should be fun. Much to do before I leave. Haven't packed. Rushing. Tired. Hungry. Sleep.