February 24, 2010 Day #2
My wife graciously went and picked up Chinese take out. I am so forunate to have a wife like her. So I decided to share with everyone out there; the fortune part, not my wife. She's all mine.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
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Fortune flag
February 24, 2010 Day #2
My wife graciously went and picked up Chinese take out. I am so forunate to have a wife like her. So I decided to share with everyone out there; the fortune part, not my wife. She's all mine.
Saturday, January 3, 2009
17 hour shift
I can feel the anger swelling within me.
Slowly.
But surely.
It grows.
I want to stand still. I need to be statuesque pillar of unyielding apathy. But I am buried in box and it makes my body convulse in rage. "I dont want to hear your problems anymore. I got my own! You don't want to help me with mine, so bugger off!"
My throat constricts like I have put on twenty pounds and my shirt has shrunk in the wash. Its so tight and as i stretch and pull on it, it only gets tighter. I want to scream but I know that will only make me more angry... and frustrated. I can only scream so much and then I won't be able to anymore. i am angrier than that.
My mind races with thoughts. Its like being in the front row of a movie theatre during a car chase scene. Its blurry and nauseating. You can't see clearly whats going on, but I get the idea of whats happening. As my mind struggles, it gets sleepy. Maybe it just wants to roll over and die. I feel defeated. I am an dark, pulsating, open wound in an ocean of psychotic great whites. Might as well let the frenzy take over and accept what is coming to me. I am infuriated that i am hypocritically both wound up and fatigued.
I want to wipe an endangered species of the face of the planet. I want to laugh at someone's misfortune. I want to jump through the hole in the ozone and let my anger burn me to a cancerous crisp.
Its spreading.
An ominous harbinger of hatred.
I'm consumed.
Slowly.
But surely.
It grows.
I want to stand still. I need to be statuesque pillar of unyielding apathy. But I am buried in box and it makes my body convulse in rage. "I dont want to hear your problems anymore. I got my own! You don't want to help me with mine, so bugger off!"
My throat constricts like I have put on twenty pounds and my shirt has shrunk in the wash. Its so tight and as i stretch and pull on it, it only gets tighter. I want to scream but I know that will only make me more angry... and frustrated. I can only scream so much and then I won't be able to anymore. i am angrier than that.
My mind races with thoughts. Its like being in the front row of a movie theatre during a car chase scene. Its blurry and nauseating. You can't see clearly whats going on, but I get the idea of whats happening. As my mind struggles, it gets sleepy. Maybe it just wants to roll over and die. I feel defeated. I am an dark, pulsating, open wound in an ocean of psychotic great whites. Might as well let the frenzy take over and accept what is coming to me. I am infuriated that i am hypocritically both wound up and fatigued.
I want to wipe an endangered species of the face of the planet. I want to laugh at someone's misfortune. I want to jump through the hole in the ozone and let my anger burn me to a cancerous crisp.
Its spreading.
An ominous harbinger of hatred.
I'm consumed.
Saturday, December 13, 2008
voulez vous couchez avec moi?
I started watching my favorite movie today... A big tough guy like me? What would it be? Yup! You guessed it! MOULIN ROUGE!
I am a visual person, so the colors, lights, sets, the blending of medium... loves it!!! I saw this movie in theatres and I fell in love. I ended up seeing it two more times in the theatre and bought it the first day it came out on DVD.
Besides the visual amazingness, the music is great, and the story is even better. It seems like such a simple thing. Boy meets girl. Boy falls in love with girl. Girl is a hooker. Don't seem so shocked. It worked for Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman. But this one goes a step further. Besides the romantic storyline, this is a deeply emotional and spiritual story. It deals with Freedom, Truth, Beauty, and Love. These are four principles that carry this movie along. Within the twisted lives of our heroes who seem to be trapped and opposite they find the freedom through each other and their art. The whole story lives and pushes forward with lies and deception, however the Truth is always just around the corner and we see that is what ends up winning. Beauty is found in the music, the lights, the dance, the passion, the character, and the goodness of their hope. And above all else, there is love. We get to see the difference between what jealousy will do and how love conquers it.
The story line echos and overlaps and copies itself throughout the movie. The story starts off with a writer writing a story about a story which he is writing which is a story that is happening the echoes the story. Confused... yeah. It can be. Watch this movie though and you will go crazy and it will make so much sense!
I am a visual person, so the colors, lights, sets, the blending of medium... loves it!!! I saw this movie in theatres and I fell in love. I ended up seeing it two more times in the theatre and bought it the first day it came out on DVD.
Besides the visual amazingness, the music is great, and the story is even better. It seems like such a simple thing. Boy meets girl. Boy falls in love with girl. Girl is a hooker. Don't seem so shocked. It worked for Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman. But this one goes a step further. Besides the romantic storyline, this is a deeply emotional and spiritual story. It deals with Freedom, Truth, Beauty, and Love. These are four principles that carry this movie along. Within the twisted lives of our heroes who seem to be trapped and opposite they find the freedom through each other and their art. The whole story lives and pushes forward with lies and deception, however the Truth is always just around the corner and we see that is what ends up winning. Beauty is found in the music, the lights, the dance, the passion, the character, and the goodness of their hope. And above all else, there is love. We get to see the difference between what jealousy will do and how love conquers it.
The story line echos and overlaps and copies itself throughout the movie. The story starts off with a writer writing a story about a story which he is writing which is a story that is happening the echoes the story. Confused... yeah. It can be. Watch this movie though and you will go crazy and it will make so much sense!
the big 3 - OH!
So I turned 30 the other day. I haven't really considered it. I am not avoiding my age. Yeah it sucks that I can't eat what I want and abuse my body with all-nighters and 3 rugby games in a day, but I am ok with that. I don't feel that old (as I say that, I have this nagging pain in my back that makes me get out of a chair slower than Homer Simpson) and I don't look old, so I am all good.
However, I am worried that I am not wiser than I should be. I have been through a lot and experienced many wonderful things. However there are many things that I have experienced that are not so wonderful. Now thats ok too. I mean we take the good with the bad and we learn from both, but I wonder...
Have I learned enough from the bad? Have I matured enough in my 30 years and 9 months on this planet to not make the same mistakes? I feel I have, but I know that I am not the most mature guy there is. I still retain that "boyish charm!"
You guys can watch that for me!
However, I am worried that I am not wiser than I should be. I have been through a lot and experienced many wonderful things. However there are many things that I have experienced that are not so wonderful. Now thats ok too. I mean we take the good with the bad and we learn from both, but I wonder...
Have I learned enough from the bad? Have I matured enough in my 30 years and 9 months on this planet to not make the same mistakes? I feel I have, but I know that I am not the most mature guy there is. I still retain that "boyish charm!"
You guys can watch that for me!
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
auto-pilot...
I am on auto-pilot today. I am so tired. As I type this my eyelids are slowly closing like a lazy sunset on a Saturday afternoon. My eyes are starting to cross and the words are slowly becoming fuzzy and then black. I was up at 5:10am this morning and I don't know how I made it out of the house. I know that at some point I did make it out of the house because the below zero temperatures did wake me up temporarily as I trudged to the bus-stop.
But from there, I know that I slept until I got to the metro and in zombie-like fashion I got off the bus and make my way down to the metro platform and onto the awaiting subterranean train. From there I slept another 30 minutes to my stop. I got up and got off the metro and plodded my way to work, waking briefly due to the cold once again. Once upstairs I got my stuff settled and then I went to boil some water, where my coworkers found me in a semi-standing position awaiting my watched pot. It took a while, so I got the chance for a mini power nap.
So now I am sitting here... trying to be creative and awake. My mind and body are dreaming of duvets and plump pillows, the warmth of a recently vacated bed, and having someone who won't mind my morning breath and snoring to spoon with.
But from there, I know that I slept until I got to the metro and in zombie-like fashion I got off the bus and make my way down to the metro platform and onto the awaiting subterranean train. From there I slept another 30 minutes to my stop. I got up and got off the metro and plodded my way to work, waking briefly due to the cold once again. Once upstairs I got my stuff settled and then I went to boil some water, where my coworkers found me in a semi-standing position awaiting my watched pot. It took a while, so I got the chance for a mini power nap.
So now I am sitting here... trying to be creative and awake. My mind and body are dreaming of duvets and plump pillows, the warmth of a recently vacated bed, and having someone who won't mind my morning breath and snoring to spoon with.
Friday, December 5, 2008
if I were Beyonce...
Here is one more sign that pop-music is just... I don't even know how to describe it. I cannot tell you how much I dislike this song. It sounds like I don't have much to say... but I do.(For those of you who like this song, you are completely entitled to do so. My wife enjoys this song and i would never dare cross her. So you are in very good company. However, I think this is one of the worst songs ever!)
So allow me to launch into my tyrade!
I have never heard such a bunch of whiney tripe in my life. Basically Beyonce feels that if she was a boy she could sleep in, drink beer, chase after girls, and scratch herself however she wants. And then somehow if she was a boy she would be able to redeem the whole male race by listening.
Now, I now I may not be listening to this song properly, but excuse me if the rich, attractive girl is in such a tough spot that she wishes she were a boy. Good for her if she is standing up for all the women who have been wronged by men, but please... really...? A whiney song? Thats how you're going to fix it?
If Beyonce was a boy she would be called BOYonce. If she was a boy her singing career would have never taken off and she would be sans her hubby Jay-Z. If she were a boy she would be a lonely guy with a fat ass.
Sorry if this comes off as insensitive, but this song just bothers me...
If you dare watch the video, here is the link:
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