Wednesday, June 24, 2009

It is what we make of it.

Funny or Interesting. That's the deal here. Funny Interesting Funny Interesting Funny Interesting. David Foster Wallace Radiohead Bill James Baseball History Dave Eggers J.D. Salinger. Neutral Milk Hotel, Weezer. Indie Rock Indie Pop. Classic Rock, Classic Jazz. Poetry. e.e. cummings. Langston Hughes. Harry Potter and Ender's Game. PETER COOK. Dave Chappelle South Park South Park South Park The Simpsons. LOST. Philosophy. Psychology. Film. Sociology. The Matrix. The Royal Tenenbaums. Seinfeld. Forrest Gump Forrest Gump PAUL THOMAS ANDERSON. Magnolia Boogie Nights. Boogie Nights Boogie Nights Boogie Nights the Beatles. John Lennon. Grizzly Bears (the band). Music Music Books Music. David Sedaris David Halberstam. Woody Allen (genius) Woody Allen Soren Kierkegaard. Karl Marx.

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Clarification on First Post

I should clarify I don't really want only the feeble-minded to read this blog.  That would be lame.  The security measure hasn't been working anyway, some of my more mentally active friends have commented/followed the blog.  So I've got that going for me.  

Come and read, and tell your friends to read.  Of all mental capacities, shapes, colors, sizes, and species.  Even Vogons (if you've read/seen the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy series by Douglas Adams) are welcome.  

Perhaps after a few more weeks, when I've got more meat on this blog, I'll post a link on facebook.

Great Lyrics on Love

The brilliance that was the band Neutral Milk Hotel never ceases to amaze me.  Below i've pasted some lyrics from their song "The King of Carrot Flowers, pt. 1" .  I don't know if I've ever heard such a beautiful articulation of what romantic love is ... while I don't think I've ever truly been in love myself, I think this is what it would be like.  I'm referring specifically to the line, "and from above you how I sank into your soul.  Into that secret place where no one dares to go."  

Two lovers sink into each other's souls.  They go to a special place in exploring each other (physically, mentally, spiritually) that is almost scary.  One day, I'll get to know someone that well.  Natalie Portman might have a chance, as long as she doesn't have a shaved head at the time.  We'll see.

Like I said, the line can be looked at a number of ways.  Jeff Mangum wrote and sang it.. from a sex point of view, "from above you how I sank into your soul" implies the missionary position.  What an intensely passionate way of articulating it.  Sorry to get X-rated on you.

Mr. Genius Jeff Mangum, oh where have you disappeared to?  Come out and light up the world with your brilliance again, please.  

That's all for now... we'll get back to the tomfoolery soon enough on this blog, hope this wasn't too gooey for you guys.

See ya... oh and if you DO think you've come across better lyrics on Love (there are tons, I know.. I mean aren't 90% of songs about this topic), post em as a comment.  Here's the line with some more context:

F                               C               Bb
and dad would throw the garbage all across the floor
C                               Bb                 (F       Bb  F  C  Bb repeat x2)     
as we would lay and learn what each other's bodies were for 
F                              C                  Bb
and this is the room one afternoon I knew I could love you
F                        C              Bb
and from above you how I sank into your soul
C                            Bb      F           Bb  F  C  Bb
into that secret place where no one dares to go 
F                                 C             Bb
and your mom would drink till she was no longer speaking
F                              C                 Bb
and dad would dream of all the different ways to die
C                          Bb               (F    Bb  F  C  Bb    repeat x4)
each on a little more than he could dare to try

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Second thoughts

On second thought, maybe a "yogifghri" - as in the security code word mentioned below, maybe it is the official term for a gargling yogi.  As in an enlightened yoga practitioner that is gargling.  Water or tea, probably.  Gargling is good for health, you know.  

So I guess it wasn't a rubbish word that Google used to try and keep me from starting a blog.   Kudos, Google.  Kudos.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

SECURITY MEASURE (Beware of dog)

As a defense measure against spam or bot-created blog accounts, blogger/google asks you to fill out one of those things where you re-type a distorted word or phrase that a bot supposedly can't make sense of.

The one I just had to do before creating this blog was "yogidrhfi".  The word was so stretched, bent and contorted that it took me three tries to type it correctly.  It was a rubbish word to boot, not making my guesswork any easier.

In  their attempts to keep spammers/bots out, I think the powers that be (TPTB) have also kept out many an innocent would-be blogger/bullshitter.  Poor guys and gals.  I bet there's one wretched soul in Yemen who just wants to share his brilliant thoughts with the world, and he's on his 232nd try to create a blog, but he just can't figure out the damned security word.  Hey Joey, why don't you try "yogidrhfi." It worked for me.

Since I don't want any people with IQ > 83 to read my blog, here is a security word to keep out all undesirables:  


Now retype that in the space provided.  Good, now only the feeble-minded shall read this blog, which is the way i want it.  Enjoy and have a nice day!