Friday, August 26, 2005

This one's for the species, boys and girls.

Indeed. I had a story in mind for me type up. Changed my mind. Be sure to check my picture blog. It should prove to be entertaining.

In the meantime, here is an mp3. By a band called the Bravery. They're actually really good. At least, I think so. Pitchfork Media (my favorite place for indie rock reviews) doesn't agree with me. I'd give them seven out of ten. Pitchfork? 5.3. Read the review if you want, or give it a listenand decide for yourself.

And thusly ends today's blogging segment.

Tuesday, August 23, 2005

I'm still not fond of public social settings. I think, today, I realized why. Most of the times, when I'm in settings like that, I'm by myself. And the feeling of being alone is actually accentuated by seeing people I don't know all enjoying one another's company. I feel. . .jealous? angry? lonely? I don't know. In all honesty, I probably feel more out of place than anything. I've never been jealous of people who have friends, because, I have friends, and its not like I'm alone in the world. I always feel a little anger, a little aggression, I think that's a normal feeling for me. I guess that should bother me, but that anger is what makes me wake up to go to work in the morning. That aggression makes me do my job. That aggression makes me do the things I know is right. Somewhere in the back of my head, when things get tough, I get aggressive. I get angry, I do what I must because I will not allow myself to be beaten by anything, or anyone. Lonely? Maybe. Sometimes, I feel that way. But then again, the aggression. That doesn't really let me think that way long. I don't know.

Anyway, those of you who would like lighter fare, lighter less emotionally open fare, well, I'll try to be shallow and closed tomorrow.

Thursday, August 04, 2005

I could be a hermit. You know, the old guy that withdraws to the mountains, thousands of miles (well maybe hundreds of miles, then I could get groceries every now and then) away from human contact. Honestly, not having contact with humans would be awesome. I could think whatever I wanted to. Sit around playing guitar, sleeping and hunting for food. Or maybe just ordering groceries from some website. I think that's the real problem with isolation. It'd be hard to survive. Don't get me wrong, I'll all about trekking through the woods in snow or sweltering heat, just to catch one small woodland creature, taking it back to my meager and shabbily built hut, taking the time to bleed, gut, skin, and cook the animal, which probably wouldn't even replace the calories it took for me type that whole run-on sentence about it, much less, the energy it would take to actually go out and do the stuff. Being a hermit would only be cool if you were in range of a place that either delivered food, or at the very least be in a few days travel distance. Then you could go to the general store, buy several months worth of food (with money I would make trading stocks online I guess) pay up my wireless internet connection for a few months, and buy a few new clothes, some soap, maybe grab some molasses candy for the kids. . .yeah I could do that whole hermit thing. Or maybe civilization is the thing for me. I guess I could just ignore all the people who irritate me. And that, my friends, is the human way to deal with problems. Just ignore it.

Wednesday, August 03, 2005

Welcome to the real world/she said to me/condescendingly/take a seat/take your life/plot it out in black and white

I have a lot of hobbies. For instance, I'm learning to play the guitar. I also enjoy pina colodas, and getting trapped in the rain. . .but that's all beyond the point. One "hobby" of mine, perhaps the one I'm most consistent with is fantasy football. I like fantasy football. Its relatively fun, and actually doesn't take a ton of time to play. But what has this to do with anything?

Not much. If you like fantasy football, you should email me because, believe it or not, I'm trying to get a league going. If I get enough people its going to happen. Oh I mean that. I'll do it.

Tuesday, August 02, 2005

Crazy. So I wrote down these thoughts. And I can't find the notebook. It was good stuff too.

Here's a trend that I may never try: running barefoot. Apparently, its growing, and many people swear that its the only way to experience the ultimate sensation of running, or even hiking. As many of you know, I'm no fan of the woods. But being in the woods with bare feet? I've done that once or twice, and it was excrutiating. A form of certfiable torture. But to each his own. Here's an amateur site with more.

Mystery Link!