2007. A year filled with joy and in varying degrees pain, suffering, fucked up and so much more. Well, in 9 hours and 38 minutes 2007 will be the past. THE PAST. *Pumps fist* I am certain that I have had my ups and downs in 2007, however, I cannot, for some reason, think of many as of this minute. Then, again, it would be pretty personal as I'm sure most of your ups and downs are personal. Oh well.
Also, not that anyone gives a rat's ass (me neither) but this is the most blog posts I have posted in a month - 9 in December. Another cheer! *but I only hear the sound of crickets chirping - oh wait are those golf claps?*
Monday, December 31, 2007
Sunday, December 30, 2007
The Last March
I thought I would post this lyric/poem, whatever you want to call it. I found this written in my agenda from last year, while I looked for my lost lyrics/poems. I made some adjustments, nothing big.
With all these diseases;
Infecting
All our minds with all these lies,
Obliged to do
What you wouldn't normally do,
Indulge, creativeness,
All is gone just as bliss,
Everyone feels discrete,
And the importance to keep this underground.
Keeping secret; to yourselves,
Destroying yourselves and the world around; everyone.
Fill the blank with your name, sign,
But when your names taken away,
How do you feel?
What does your mind tell you to feel?
All the blood rushing to your head,
All your veins starting to expand; explode,
During the war, stripped to pieces,
Honor what?!
Fill the blank, when your names taken away,
Spit, chew, true to say 'what is in your head?'
All the honor turning to dust; fade!
Spit the truth, yell, take it back,
Everything that was taken from you,
Push to the limit, words hurt,
But it's no time to yell words,
Fill the blank, when your names taken away.
Continue to put yourself out,
And you'll remain unknown, forgotten,
Words will deceive, people will betray,
Another day filled with blood and death,
Another cause, a heart attack, a broken dream,
Casualties,
Live and die, with the cross
Engraved on their chests.
Names printed, symbols,
Buried with their national flag,
A cold day, a cold view on everything,
Here lies the one you loved and followed,
Why do the good die young and the bad live longer?
How is there good without any evil?
How is there evil without any good?
Keep everything to yourself,
And you will bring the entire world to an end.
Innocents losing lives
Because they have been raised
To question the truth,
And all your worries
Embellished and buried,
Everything strikes at the same time,
Power to the people,
Find it in your soul,
Honor's not what you think it used to be,
You'll always need more,
Always want more.
Residents, obliterated,
Monuments, shot and destroyed,
Curse because you hate it,
Hurting some more,
Concerning us all,
Hatred and love,
Symmetry; a sentimental eclipse,
Within the eye of the sun, their ruler,
Helen, only a figment of our imagination.
A marking, a ruler,
A lie, a traitor,
Betray us in the end,
A nail on the coffin,
Hammer it down,
Striking it again and again and again
Until the pain is rusted,
Until the lies are buried,
Along with your mistakes.
Your decisions, our suffering,
Your words, our curse,
Everything you do, killing us in the end,
Incidents, accidents,
Covering your tracks,
Your sacrifice? This is honor?
Who's honor?
With all these diseases;
Infecting
All our minds with all these lies,
Obliged to do
What you wouldn't normally do,
Indulge, creativeness,
All is gone just as bliss,
Everyone feels discrete,
And the importance to keep this underground.
Keeping secret; to yourselves,
Destroying yourselves and the world around; everyone.
Fill the blank with your name, sign,
But when your names taken away,
How do you feel?
What does your mind tell you to feel?
All the blood rushing to your head,
All your veins starting to expand; explode,
During the war, stripped to pieces,
Honor what?!
Fill the blank, when your names taken away,
Spit, chew, true to say 'what is in your head?'
All the honor turning to dust; fade!
Spit the truth, yell, take it back,
Everything that was taken from you,
Push to the limit, words hurt,
But it's no time to yell words,
Fill the blank, when your names taken away.
Continue to put yourself out,
And you'll remain unknown, forgotten,
Words will deceive, people will betray,
Another day filled with blood and death,
Another cause, a heart attack, a broken dream,
Casualties,
Live and die, with the cross
Engraved on their chests.
Names printed, symbols,
Buried with their national flag,
A cold day, a cold view on everything,
Here lies the one you loved and followed,
Why do the good die young and the bad live longer?
How is there good without any evil?
How is there evil without any good?
Keep everything to yourself,
And you will bring the entire world to an end.
Innocents losing lives
Because they have been raised
To question the truth,
And all your worries
Embellished and buried,
Everything strikes at the same time,
Power to the people,
Find it in your soul,
Honor's not what you think it used to be,
You'll always need more,
Always want more.
Residents, obliterated,
Monuments, shot and destroyed,
Curse because you hate it,
Hurting some more,
Concerning us all,
Hatred and love,
Symmetry; a sentimental eclipse,
Within the eye of the sun, their ruler,
Helen, only a figment of our imagination.
A marking, a ruler,
A lie, a traitor,
Betray us in the end,
A nail on the coffin,
Hammer it down,
Striking it again and again and again
Until the pain is rusted,
Until the lies are buried,
Along with your mistakes.
Your decisions, our suffering,
Your words, our curse,
Everything you do, killing us in the end,
Incidents, accidents,
Covering your tracks,
Your sacrifice? This is honor?
Who's honor?
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Books to complete
These are the books I will complete by next summer (not including the 6 books for this semester's English):
1. The Secret Agent by Joseph Conrad (p.95 of 280)
2. Kingdom Come by J.G. Ballard
3. The House of the Dead by Fyodor Dostoyevski
4. We the living by Ayn Rand
5. The Shinning by Stephen King
6. Catch-22 Joseph Heller
7. The Bourne Supremecy by Robert Ludlum
8. Moonraker by Ian Fleming
9. Live or Let Die by Ian Fleming
And I guess so many more..............
1. The Secret Agent by Joseph Conrad (p.95 of 280)
2. Kingdom Come by J.G. Ballard
3. The House of the Dead by Fyodor Dostoyevski
4. We the living by Ayn Rand
5. The Shinning by Stephen King
6. Catch-22 Joseph Heller
7. The Bourne Supremecy by Robert Ludlum
8. Moonraker by Ian Fleming
9. Live or Let Die by Ian Fleming
And I guess so many more..............
Dang Da Dang Diggy Diggy Dang Da Dang
Da sound of Buck 65s hit song, "Dang." Sweet song if I may say so. Why am I writing about Buck 65? Don't know, maybe because I got his new album this christmas (or should I say, his latest album). A great album with a shit load of edgy-in-your-face-beats and quick back-and-forth rap. Some notable songs from the album, situation, that I should mention are: 1957, Dang, Shutter buggin', Ho-boys (yes, you got that right HO-boys), Rebel, Benz, way back when, cop shades, lipstick, heatwave, mr. nobody. Oh well, I got nothing to add right now....wow, what a waste, posting about 6 lines.....
Saturday, December 22, 2007
LOOK OUT MAN: "I am Legend review"
Friday night. A Night filled with terror and comedy just like any other night. But NO, this was a different night. How? I don't know, it just was. From the Mayans to the Britain to the Europeans to todays civilization, we have changed. Nonetheless, last night, friday night, was different. I went to see "I am Legend;" the title still baffles me, damn English. Then again, it may just be me and those ten bottles of beer. It is pretty lame and exquisite when you see the world through a drunken state of mind (oh?). I guess you, whoever you are, are waiting for me to lay down the smackdown on your candiass'.
The Review: I will be brief without spoiling anyone's fancy. The movie, overall, was well done. However, don't get this confused with an oscar winning prize or something. I do not think it will win movie of the year or best director, but Will Smith may have a shot at grabbing an oscar for best actor, that is if he is nominated. There were certain scenes that were sad, hence the whole plot of the movie. These certain scenes will not be elaborated without shedding some spoilers. However, I will say that these scenes may leave you with tears depending on how sensitive you are. Anyways, I would have liked to see a better or longer explanation of the beginning, before the virus, and after the virus took place. Don't get me wrong, the movie does dwell on these facts, but I felt that there was something missing on their execution. The end of the movie can leave some viewers dissatisfied, but viewers should not judge the entire movie on how it ends; they should judge the movie on how it develops. The movie starts with an explanation of what is going on, in other words, what caused this virus. It starts at a slow pace with little dialogue and more motion and actions. However, there are certain indications of something wrong in the world at the beginning; we see Will Smith and his dog, Sam, who are the only survivors in the outskirts of New York City; as Will Smith arrives to his home he sprays some kind of chemical on his staircase, and as night arrives, Smith's character shuts all windows with a metallic door. At this point you already know something is wrong. However, the most intensive scene arguably, is when Smith chases his dog, Sam, into a dark warehouse. There is a smooth transition of safe, alone, determination and somewhat happiness to 'there is something wrong,' dangerous, scary and ominous; this is brilliantly emphasized in Will Smith's face postures and his low and clammy voice. Overall, this movie is 4/5.
I arrived at my cousins house that night to impersonations of Elvis Pressley, Arnold Scwarzenegger and Christopher Walkin. For at least a good ten minutes I was laughing at my cousin's impersonation of Jack White as Elvis Pressley in the new movie, Dewie Cox. 'Loooooook OUT maaan," and that priceless reaction from Dewie Cox!
The Review: I will be brief without spoiling anyone's fancy. The movie, overall, was well done. However, don't get this confused with an oscar winning prize or something. I do not think it will win movie of the year or best director, but Will Smith may have a shot at grabbing an oscar for best actor, that is if he is nominated. There were certain scenes that were sad, hence the whole plot of the movie. These certain scenes will not be elaborated without shedding some spoilers. However, I will say that these scenes may leave you with tears depending on how sensitive you are. Anyways, I would have liked to see a better or longer explanation of the beginning, before the virus, and after the virus took place. Don't get me wrong, the movie does dwell on these facts, but I felt that there was something missing on their execution. The end of the movie can leave some viewers dissatisfied, but viewers should not judge the entire movie on how it ends; they should judge the movie on how it develops. The movie starts with an explanation of what is going on, in other words, what caused this virus. It starts at a slow pace with little dialogue and more motion and actions. However, there are certain indications of something wrong in the world at the beginning; we see Will Smith and his dog, Sam, who are the only survivors in the outskirts of New York City; as Will Smith arrives to his home he sprays some kind of chemical on his staircase, and as night arrives, Smith's character shuts all windows with a metallic door. At this point you already know something is wrong. However, the most intensive scene arguably, is when Smith chases his dog, Sam, into a dark warehouse. There is a smooth transition of safe, alone, determination and somewhat happiness to 'there is something wrong,' dangerous, scary and ominous; this is brilliantly emphasized in Will Smith's face postures and his low and clammy voice. Overall, this movie is 4/5.
I arrived at my cousins house that night to impersonations of Elvis Pressley, Arnold Scwarzenegger and Christopher Walkin. For at least a good ten minutes I was laughing at my cousin's impersonation of Jack White as Elvis Pressley in the new movie, Dewie Cox. 'Loooooook OUT maaan," and that priceless reaction from Dewie Cox!
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Two for Two
As I stated previously, I finished school last Friday but I had to hand in a "bloody" essay (screw you :D I WILL write Bloody, a'ight?). Tuesday rolls along and I'm doing nothing. Wednesday comes and I find myself at work for eight hours earning a measly 8.50 an hour. As much as that can sound like a pain in the ass, work is fun - at least where I work it is. We are a bunch of, approximately, 9 guys talking about 'guy' stuff while we work; some make orders of tools, equipment that is then shipped to other companies throughout America, while others fill up the beams or check what we have received and later place it in the beams. A bunch of hefty workload passed around. So, as I claimed just minutes ago, work is fun. Guy stuff, yes, guy stuff, must I mention what? I do not think I have to. It is not just 'guy stuff,' we talk about sports (very little), our work (hardly ever), other employees (most of the time....in girl terms; gossip), books (well.....never), magazines (yeah freakin' right), prostitutes (those who tour the outline of the building........it's a joke people, lighten up for Christ's sake), sandwiches (you know us Italians....well I must confess, there is only two Italians), provolone (haha), smoked-meat (yum yum), Rims (roll up that freakin' rim to win), pinatas (sorry for excluding the hyphen on the N), music (oh, tons of it. About 3 guys discuss music, that's how hip-hop, gangster and the whole she-bang we are), and a bunch of other non-sense-whack-ironic-hip-hop-stupid-disgusting-bizarre-funkadelic-shit we talk about during the day. Nonetheless, it is fun cursing in Italian while the other employees think you are singing some weird song....I tell yeah.
*spelling is very awkward but sing this by how it is spelt...of course with an Italian accent*
Wow, that really sounds horrible. Jeez, I'm no Italian pro speller, a'ight?
*spelling is very awkward but sing this by how it is spelt...of course with an Italian accent*
"Stu Cazzo de merde, questo rimbambido, un disgratiato e puzzo como la merde"
Wow, that really sounds horrible. Jeez, I'm no Italian pro speller, a'ight?
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
The lost Song
Here we go, this foolish song.
Is this the end for us?
What have we set in motion?
It's the usual;
"Whathave you done for me lately?"
We wish it would go away,
All the troubles, hatred and loss,
But everything's rough; going all too fast,
We're going quickly,
Our time is coming to an end,
So gather all your flowers,
All of your sympathies and sorrows.
Let out true colors shine,
Let me hold your hand,
As we take our final steps,
Everything is clear to me,
But we are the leaves falling from the trees.
Take a stroll through memory lane,
Oh, I've been wonderin' where I've been,
To many knots to untie this scene,
Let love rule, but let me go,
Take me along, leave me here,
Don't drag me around,
But I don't want to be here alone.
The fire starts to erupt
In her eyes as the clouds begin to darken,
The hundred sparks;
As we try to light this match on fire,
Let our love spark like it used too,
Every cure, every disease, every moment of clarity,
Let me see what we've done.
A useless song,
A useless prayer,
A useless moment through our eyes,
A useless fight that no one needs,
Who we are; this useless disease.
Is this the end for us?
What have we set in motion?
It's the usual;
"Whathave you done for me lately?"
We wish it would go away,
All the troubles, hatred and loss,
But everything's rough; going all too fast,
We're going quickly,
Our time is coming to an end,
So gather all your flowers,
All of your sympathies and sorrows.
Let out true colors shine,
Let me hold your hand,
As we take our final steps,
Everything is clear to me,
But we are the leaves falling from the trees.
Take a stroll through memory lane,
Oh, I've been wonderin' where I've been,
To many knots to untie this scene,
Let love rule, but let me go,
Take me along, leave me here,
Don't drag me around,
But I don't want to be here alone.
The fire starts to erupt
In her eyes as the clouds begin to darken,
The hundred sparks;
As we try to light this match on fire,
Let our love spark like it used too,
Every cure, every disease, every moment of clarity,
Let me see what we've done.
A useless song,
A useless prayer,
A useless moment through our eyes,
A useless fight that no one needs,
Who we are; this useless disease.
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Season 7.......is complete
Yeah, so "What did you do today Claudio?" Well, let me see. I woke up at 9 in the morning, brushed my teeth, took care of the dog and other meaningless things. Oh! and I finished watching the X-Files season 7. Though, I do not have any intentions on starting season 8 this week. However, I must admit that I am fucking anticipating the next season. So I swore!? Geez, we are adults. *Begins to wonder if elves or two year old children read his blogs* No? So, back to the basics. Season 7 is complete, now I've got nothing to do but play some ball-hockey....in the house WOOOO!!! Windows, doors, chairs, railings, here I come!
Don't you just hate when you want to write, but you have absolutely nothing to contribute? You wouldn't know, or else you would be trying to write instead of reading someone else's ideas. Not that I have any at this moment.
Christmas is around the corner. I cannot believe that the year has gone by this quick. A day to celebrate Jesus' birth or a day to receive a shit-load of gifts, many which will be useless and never used. You know what? I think it is time for me to write a poem......
Don't you just hate when you want to write, but you have absolutely nothing to contribute? You wouldn't know, or else you would be trying to write instead of reading someone else's ideas. Not that I have any at this moment.
Christmas is around the corner. I cannot believe that the year has gone by this quick. A day to celebrate Jesus' birth or a day to receive a shit-load of gifts, many which will be useless and never used. You know what? I think it is time for me to write a poem......
Saturday, December 8, 2007
Essayin' and some other Random shit
Exams are done, classes are over, and yet I still have to go to school monday to hand in a "bloody" essay. Indeed, the term "bloody" is relevant to the essay and to this random blog discussion. The second you think something is over, BAM it hits you in the ass (take that however you like, misinterpret it; sexually, disgusting, whatever makes you sleep at night). Now, back to this english essay, which must be at least 1000 words long about "sexual" desires in two plays, notably 'Othello' and 'Measure for Measure.' For God's sake, the essay IS on Sexual Desire, Jesus! Let's take a look at the length of the paper, 1000 words. SOme of you (probably no one, because no one is reading this blog, therefore, I can say whatever I like without offending someone; shit, ass, cock, balls....*Get back to the point Claudio!*) believe that 1000 words is like writing a 100 page novel with a font size of 10 on a 8' by 12' sheet (It's a joke ok!). Let me assure you that I have written 1000 words in my sleep. The problem is not the word count, hell no, the problem lies on the beginning of the essay. In other words, for you clueless people out there, the problem is to start the essay because it takes time to get into the topic (essay as a whole). Now, why in God's name am I wasting a blog entry on 'writing an essay?'
So this guy walks into a bar....*Ouch!* Ok, so that was not funny at all. Sorry I'm trying to amuse you (yes, I'm a clown, who ammuses people for my own sanity). Obviously, that did not work.
For the sake of closing this topic, about 'writing an essay,' once I hand in that "bloody" and, probably, filthy essay I will be yelling at the top of my lungs "FREEEEEEEEEEEEDDDOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMM!!!" Then I will realise that I only have 5 or six weeks until my live becomes hell all over again.
On a positive note, - well maybe positive for some other people - I will not listen to Rage Against the MAchine this weekend, nor will I meantion RAge against the machine this weekend. This is the last time I will say Rage Against the Machine this weekend. No more Rage this weekend....No more...Ok, that is it, this is the last freaking time I say, spell, write Rage Against the Machine! Period. Damnit!
So this guy walks into a bar....*Ouch!* Ok, so that was not funny at all. Sorry I'm trying to amuse you (yes, I'm a clown, who ammuses people for my own sanity). Obviously, that did not work.
For the sake of closing this topic, about 'writing an essay,' once I hand in that "bloody" and, probably, filthy essay I will be yelling at the top of my lungs "FREEEEEEEEEEEEDDDOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMM!!!" Then I will realise that I only have 5 or six weeks until my live becomes hell all over again.
On a positive note, - well maybe positive for some other people - I will not listen to Rage Against the MAchine this weekend, nor will I meantion RAge against the machine this weekend. This is the last time I will say Rage Against the Machine this weekend. No more Rage this weekend....No more...Ok, that is it, this is the last freaking time I say, spell, write Rage Against the Machine! Period. Damnit!
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Fire
So, here I am sitting on my ass once again. Still. No movement, except for these bloody (literally) fingers typing what is being said at this moment. Images flashing before my eyes, over and over and over and over. Logic seems to slip past my mind, what do I have left? My eyes staring at the wall, the images over and over and over and over again. Unfortunately, I do not know what I see. Is it a hand? Is it a face? A baby? A ball? Some bloody mess thanks to the soldiers down in Iraq? The images begin to blur: a sandstorm is formed. An unconqered land with thousands of peasants struggling to survive. I see a women; her clothes covers her entire body. The lack of food, water, money....living people, roam the land. The sun rises, but only for several minutes before the land turns to darkness once again. No homes. No leader, just beggars and angry voices. The ground is red; bright red, bright as blood. However, I cannot be sure that it is blood. Nonetheless, the way these people live, struggle and die, I would not be surprised that it is blood. The river is light blue at night but dark red in the day.
Now, I see through the eyes of a human; woman or man, I do not know. I also do not know if I am seeing the world through the eyes of a killer, a child, a beggar or of a ghost. I am walking through the broken land. I see a woman as I turn to the right; she is crawling towards the same direction that I am walking. North? East? West? South? How the hell should I know? She crawls with her child clutching her shoulders as he sits on her back. She is fearless; I can tell by the look in her eyes. However, she is also in pain. Her eyes tell another story; she is weak but her mind is set on her child. I just know it. Suddenly, my vision shifts back to what is in front of me. The more the person walks, the clearer the image up ahead is. What is it? I wonder, but I do not know. I see smoke, and lots of it. Suddenly, I stop; I am looking down at my feet where someone has grabbed my leg. The hand - the one that is clutching at my leg - is covered in blood and white sand. I am pleading to help the person, but I just brush the arm off my leg and continue walking.
I'm walking, walking and walking some more until I see the image. The same image that was filled with smoke. It is a home on fire, surrounded by men being shot. Why? What is happening?
Now, I see through the eyes of a human; woman or man, I do not know. I also do not know if I am seeing the world through the eyes of a killer, a child, a beggar or of a ghost. I am walking through the broken land. I see a woman as I turn to the right; she is crawling towards the same direction that I am walking. North? East? West? South? How the hell should I know? She crawls with her child clutching her shoulders as he sits on her back. She is fearless; I can tell by the look in her eyes. However, she is also in pain. Her eyes tell another story; she is weak but her mind is set on her child. I just know it. Suddenly, my vision shifts back to what is in front of me. The more the person walks, the clearer the image up ahead is. What is it? I wonder, but I do not know. I see smoke, and lots of it. Suddenly, I stop; I am looking down at my feet where someone has grabbed my leg. The hand - the one that is clutching at my leg - is covered in blood and white sand. I am pleading to help the person, but I just brush the arm off my leg and continue walking.
I'm walking, walking and walking some more until I see the image. The same image that was filled with smoke. It is a home on fire, surrounded by men being shot. Why? What is happening?
Thursday, November 22, 2007
So I was walking in a bar.......
Dear God, it has been one month since my last post. I have been busy with a shit load of essays - oops, sorry God for such language - and a shit load of exams - damn, there I go again, fuck, I just said damn and Fu...let me start over once again.
Dear God, it has been one month since my last post. I have been busy with a shi- i mean 'a lot' of essays and 'a lot' of exams. However, I must confess that this has been my first free week of the month. I'm truly sorry for not posting... I really am. I have been marching through town with these damn leather boots - I mean nice 'clean' boots. Oh, did I say 'damn' again? There I had to say it once again. For the love of - *takes deep breath*
I my confess, once again, that I have not consumed any alcohol in the past month or so. I congrats myself *three cheers.* However, that is most likely going to change after December 7th; the day I finish my third semester.
Dear God, bless this post; it is my first post in a month.
Dear, dear, dear, dear......
Dear God, it has been one month since my last post. I have been busy with a shi- i mean 'a lot' of essays and 'a lot' of exams. However, I must confess that this has been my first free week of the month. I'm truly sorry for not posting... I really am. I have been marching through town with these damn leather boots - I mean nice 'clean' boots. Oh, did I say 'damn' again? There I had to say it once again. For the love of - *takes deep breath*
I my confess, once again, that I have not consumed any alcohol in the past month or so. I congrats myself *three cheers.* However, that is most likely going to change after December 7th; the day I finish my third semester.
Dear God, bless this post; it is my first post in a month.
Dear, dear, dear, dear......
Sunday, October 21, 2007
No more X?
I have decided that watching 4 and a half seasons of the X-files in two months is quite a bit. I mean, it is too much to soon. Don't get me wrong, I think the show is amazing, but I feel that rushing through it will not only limit my appreciation but also prevent me from seeing the little things; the most important things in some cases. Nonetheless, I do not want to dwell upon my fascination with the X-files, and how much I love the characters -such as Cancer man- or how I love the plot and conspiracies behind the show et cetera. It would most likely please you and interest you in many ways, but I feel that I have talked for far too long on this subject, much as I am doing for Rage Against the Machine. Dear Lord, here I go once again, mentioning Rage Against the Machine. What an intense combo, X-Files and Rage Against the Machine, mentioned in the same sentence. My oh my. Anyways, getting back to what I was trying to say, I am willing to give up watching the X-files for, say, one week and a half. That sounds about fair considering that I have an exam on October 31st, and probably some more work as if I haven't had enough yet.
However, the way I am -procrastinating and sometimes having a weak will- I will break this will in matter of days, perhaps minutes. Four and a half seasons is quite a bit to digest in a matter of two months. Christ, that is a lot! No more X-Files for one and a half weeks.
Oh, the hell with this. Time to watch some X-Files before the baseball game begins at 8pm.
However, the way I am -procrastinating and sometimes having a weak will- I will break this will in matter of days, perhaps minutes. Four and a half seasons is quite a bit to digest in a matter of two months. Christ, that is a lot! No more X-Files for one and a half weeks.
Oh, the hell with this. Time to watch some X-Files before the baseball game begins at 8pm.
Anyone out there? Laziness or normal?
Sunday evening. Two essays; one due Thursday and the other due Friday. That's about it I guess. This could be a fun, charismatic week or it can be a dreadful, horror show. I guess it depends on me. Yeah, that's it. It all depends on me. Whatever the case may be, do you ever feel like holding work for another day? Frequently asking yourself, "oh, I can do that today, but my mind is not there. I'll do it tomorrow with a clearer and more astute mind," ? I can call myself lazy or I can say "No, I'm not lazy. Everyone does this." However, whatever I may call myself in this case, it does not matter. Through the eyes of a ranger (kick the Walker, Texas Ranger theme!), a friend or some old dude, I can be seen as a lazy adult. However, through the eyes of another I am just as normal as anyone else. Anyways, I do not know where I am getting to or what I'm actually saying. For all I know, we are all lazy, and no one in this world is normal. Nah, I know what I'm actually saying, I just do not know where I am going with this. I procrastinate a lot. So does everyone else. Why am I writing this? What am I trying to prove that has not been proven already? Am I really trying to prove anything? Holy cats, Batman!
Friday evening, I'll probably report some joyful news followed by some dark mood or something stupid. Who knows really? Damn! Am I this bored to be writing about nonsense? About a topic without a point to it really? Ah, perhaps this has all to do with the hype of tonights game 7 baseball game between Boston red Sox and Cleveland Indians. I have been a Red Sox fan for 10 years if that means anything to you. Whoever you are? Who the hell is this? Someone reading my blog either than me? Jesus!
Well, if it does mean anything to anyone out there, I am rooting for the Sox to win it tonight.
Ever get lost in the moment? Doing something peacefully with a goal, or something? And than just flying elsewhere, wondering what was I even talking about? No? I haven't either.
oh well.
Friday evening, I'll probably report some joyful news followed by some dark mood or something stupid. Who knows really? Damn! Am I this bored to be writing about nonsense? About a topic without a point to it really? Ah, perhaps this has all to do with the hype of tonights game 7 baseball game between Boston red Sox and Cleveland Indians. I have been a Red Sox fan for 10 years if that means anything to you. Whoever you are? Who the hell is this? Someone reading my blog either than me? Jesus!
Well, if it does mean anything to anyone out there, I am rooting for the Sox to win it tonight.
Ever get lost in the moment? Doing something peacefully with a goal, or something? And than just flying elsewhere, wondering what was I even talking about? No? I haven't either.
oh well.
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Sleep now in the fire
Aye. Yup. Nothing like listening to music full blast. Well, with the headphones dangling from the neck of my sweater that is. No way would I listen to music full blast in my ears. Never. Again. Even if it is Rage Against the Machine. Never. Again. When I did that last year, and I did it quite a bit, I had problems hearing for a while. Now, every thing's fine or so I hope it is.
During my Politics class today -the usual boring politics class with a boring and non-stop talker as a teacher- I couldn't help but think about Rage Against the Machine. No, there was a point for the band to be circling my mind either than there amazing songs, in my opinion. My politics teacher was talking to us about brainwashing and how it was used in communist countries, such as Russian. I couldn't help but think about Rage Against the Machine's song called "Vietnow," which goes along like this;
It was known that during the communist regime in russia, and other countries under the same government, would use the radio to brainwash those listening. That is the AM radio. Radio, one of todays strongest influence, was used as a propaganda tool.
I also couldn't help but think about another Rage Against the Machine song titled "Bullet in the head," which talks about being brainwashed. This song goes a little like this;
It also includes Rage's famous chorus;
I have great respect for Rage Against the Machine, and especially their lead singer Zach de la Rocha. Unfortunately, they split up seven years ago. Nonetheless, they began touring last March.
During my Politics class today -the usual boring politics class with a boring and non-stop talker as a teacher- I couldn't help but think about Rage Against the Machine. No, there was a point for the band to be circling my mind either than there amazing songs, in my opinion. My politics teacher was talking to us about brainwashing and how it was used in communist countries, such as Russian. I couldn't help but think about Rage Against the Machine's song called "Vietnow," which goes along like this;
Turn it off, turn on tha radio, nah fuck it turn it off
Fear is your only God on the radio
Nah fuck it, your saviour's my guillotine, crosses and kerosene
Merge on tha networks, slangin' nerve gas
Up jump tha boogie then bang, let 'em hang
While tha paraniod try ta stuff tha void
Let's capture this AM mayhem
Undressed, and blessed by tha Lord
It was known that during the communist regime in russia, and other countries under the same government, would use the radio to brainwash those listening. That is the AM radio. Radio, one of todays strongest influence, was used as a propaganda tool.
I also couldn't help but think about another Rage Against the Machine song titled "Bullet in the head," which talks about being brainwashed. This song goes a little like this;
This time the bullet cold rocked ya
A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika
Nothin' proper about ya propaganda
Fools follow rules when the set commands ya
Said it was blue
When the blood was red
That's how ya got a bullet blasted through ya head
Blasted through ya head
Blasted through ya head
It also includes Rage's famous chorus;
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
I have great respect for Rage Against the Machine, and especially their lead singer Zach de la Rocha. Unfortunately, they split up seven years ago. Nonetheless, they began touring last March.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Markov on Bruins radar
This rumor has been circulating the sports media for quite sometime. Actually, it began to rise during hockey's pre-season. Danny Markov, a good defensive defenceman, was still looking for a job. Somewhere. Anywhere. However, it was his asking price that kept him in the stand snacking on pop corn, while watching hockey take place in its third year since the lockout. Don't get me wrong, Danny Markov is a good defenceman, but 3 million is a little over exagerated for him.
Danny Markov spent most of his NHL career in Toronto. He would later play for Phoenix, Carolina, Philadelphia, Nashville and Detroit. He has played 538 games, recording 29 goals and 118 assists. In those 538 games he was +47 and he spent 456 minutes in the penalty box.
Danny markov's Career stats:
97-98 Toronto (25GP) (2G) (5A) (7PTS) (+/- 0) (28Pim)
98-99 Toronto (57GP) (4G) (8A) (12PTS) (+5) (47Pim)
99-00 Toronto (59GP) (0G) (10A) (10PTS) (+13) (28Pim)
00-01 Toronto (59GP (3G) (13A) (16PTS) (+6) (34Pim)
01-02 Phoenix (72GP) (6G) (30A) (36PTS) (-7) (67Pim)
02-03 Phoenix (64GP) (4G) (16A) (20PTS) (+2) (36Pim)
03-04 Carolina (44GP) (4G) (10A) (14PTS) (-6) (37Pim)
03-04 Philadelphia (34GP) (2G) (3A) (5Pts) (+/-0) (58Pim)
05-06 Nashville (58GP) (0G) (11A) (11PTS) (+9) (62Pim)
06-07 Detroit (66GP) (4G) (12A) (16PTS) (+25) (59Pim)
Danny Markov spent most of his NHL career in Toronto. He would later play for Phoenix, Carolina, Philadelphia, Nashville and Detroit. He has played 538 games, recording 29 goals and 118 assists. In those 538 games he was +47 and he spent 456 minutes in the penalty box.
Danny markov's Career stats:
97-98 Toronto (25GP) (2G) (5A) (7PTS) (+/- 0) (28Pim)
98-99 Toronto (57GP) (4G) (8A) (12PTS) (+5) (47Pim)
99-00 Toronto (59GP) (0G) (10A) (10PTS) (+13) (28Pim)
00-01 Toronto (59GP (3G) (13A) (16PTS) (+6) (34Pim)
01-02 Phoenix (72GP) (6G) (30A) (36PTS) (-7) (67Pim)
02-03 Phoenix (64GP) (4G) (16A) (20PTS) (+2) (36Pim)
03-04 Carolina (44GP) (4G) (10A) (14PTS) (-6) (37Pim)
03-04 Philadelphia (34GP) (2G) (3A) (5Pts) (+/-0) (58Pim)
05-06 Nashville (58GP) (0G) (11A) (11PTS) (+9) (62Pim)
06-07 Detroit (66GP) (4G) (12A) (16PTS) (+25) (59Pim)
Monday, October 15, 2007
Paranormal and those greenish-greyish aliens
Since the end of August I have been busy. Busy watching X-Files. Yes that, oh-so 90's t.v show that hooked millions of viewers in north America. Yes, that show. A show filled with conspiracies within conspiracies. Aliens. Paranormal activities. And that sonofabitch Cigarette-smoking man, a.k.a Cancer man. Those two famous fictitious F.B.I agents; Fox Mulder and Dana Scully. One who strongly believes that his sister was abducted by aliens, twenty-so years ago, without any solid proof; just that blinding light. On the other side, Danna Scully, who is medical doctor as well, believes that everything can be explained by science: everything has an explanation. Anyways, you know the rest.
I have bought all but season 6, which I shall buy when I finish this semester. For those of you who do not know, there are nine seasons. So far, I am half way through season four and I am enjoying every minute of it.
Here are my thoughts on the seasons that I have viewed;
Season one:
This was a experimental season to say the least. The writers did give some glimpses of the shows idea, but it was pretty much an amateur-like season. It was, give or take, 80% monster of the week episodes. However, the final episode did push the story along. Nonetheless, this season was similar to every adventurous, suspenseful series; it had a slower beginning with many filler-up episodes. Some episodes worth watching; 'Pilot,' 'Deep Throat,' 'Squeeze,' 'Shadows,' 'Ice,''Fallen Angel,' 'Fire,''E.B.E.,' 'Tooms' and 'The Erlenmeyer Flask.'
Season two:
This season took off where the first season ended. It continued the mysterious "alien" found at the end of season one, but also included monster of the week episodes. However, it did not contain as many as the first season did. The show began to develop the characters such as; Dana Scully, Fox Mulder, assistant-director Skinner and Cancer man. Unfortunately, the writers had not developed them profoundly. But, then again, this was only the second season, in which the writers hinted that there was more than meets the eye. The season did contain some great episodes as Dana Scully's abduction, which was two parts. Those two episodes were quite fascinating. The season finale was stronger and allowed the audience to ponder whether [a certain character, not worth mentioning to those who haven't seen it] is dead. Some episodes worth watching; 'Little green men,' 'Host,' 'Blood,''Duane Barry (part 1),' 'Ascension (part 2),' 'Red Museum,' 'Aubrey,' 'Irresistible,' 'Die hand die verlezt,' 'Colony (part 1),' 'End game (part 2),' 'Dod Kalm,' 'Humbug,' 'The Calusari,' 'F.Emasculata,' 'Our Town' and 'Anasazi (part 1, season finale).
Season three: This is my favorite season so far because it really is the 'beginning' of the X-files. This is the season where a lot of things begin to happen. You also realize the maturity of the writers and the remarkable plots contained in the season. This is the season where one begins to really hate Cancer man as well as ponder more about the conspiracies within the shows government. Episodes worth watching; 'The blessing way (part 2),' 'Paper Clip (part 3),' 'D.P.O,' 'Clyde Bruckman's final repose,' 'The Walk,' 'Oubliette,' 'Nisei (part 1),' '731,' 'Revelations,' 'Grotesque,' 'Piper Maru (part 1),' 'Apocrypha (part 2),' 'Blood Money,' 'Jose Chung's From Outer space,' 'Quagmire,' 'Wetwired,' 'Talitha Cumi (part 1, season finale).'
I have bought all but season 6, which I shall buy when I finish this semester. For those of you who do not know, there are nine seasons. So far, I am half way through season four and I am enjoying every minute of it.
Here are my thoughts on the seasons that I have viewed;
Season one:
This was a experimental season to say the least. The writers did give some glimpses of the shows idea, but it was pretty much an amateur-like season. It was, give or take, 80% monster of the week episodes. However, the final episode did push the story along. Nonetheless, this season was similar to every adventurous, suspenseful series; it had a slower beginning with many filler-up episodes. Some episodes worth watching; 'Pilot,' 'Deep Throat,' 'Squeeze,' 'Shadows,' 'Ice,''Fallen Angel,' 'Fire,''E.B.E.,' 'Tooms' and 'The Erlenmeyer Flask.'
Season two:
This season took off where the first season ended. It continued the mysterious "alien" found at the end of season one, but also included monster of the week episodes. However, it did not contain as many as the first season did. The show began to develop the characters such as; Dana Scully, Fox Mulder, assistant-director Skinner and Cancer man. Unfortunately, the writers had not developed them profoundly. But, then again, this was only the second season, in which the writers hinted that there was more than meets the eye. The season did contain some great episodes as Dana Scully's abduction, which was two parts. Those two episodes were quite fascinating. The season finale was stronger and allowed the audience to ponder whether [a certain character, not worth mentioning to those who haven't seen it] is dead. Some episodes worth watching; 'Little green men,' 'Host,' 'Blood,''Duane Barry (part 1),' 'Ascension (part 2),' 'Red Museum,' 'Aubrey,' 'Irresistible,' 'Die hand die verlezt,' 'Colony (part 1),' 'End game (part 2),' 'Dod Kalm,' 'Humbug,' 'The Calusari,' 'F.Emasculata,' 'Our Town' and 'Anasazi (part 1, season finale).
Season three: This is my favorite season so far because it really is the 'beginning' of the X-files. This is the season where a lot of things begin to happen. You also realize the maturity of the writers and the remarkable plots contained in the season. This is the season where one begins to really hate Cancer man as well as ponder more about the conspiracies within the shows government. Episodes worth watching; 'The blessing way (part 2),' 'Paper Clip (part 3),' 'D.P.O,' 'Clyde Bruckman's final repose,' 'The Walk,' 'Oubliette,' 'Nisei (part 1),' '731,' 'Revelations,' 'Grotesque,' 'Piper Maru (part 1),' 'Apocrypha (part 2),' 'Blood Money,' 'Jose Chung's From Outer space,' 'Quagmire,' 'Wetwired,' 'Talitha Cumi (part 1, season finale).'
The Boston Bruins roadtrip
Starting the season away from home cannot be easy. The Boston Bruins began their 07-08 season on a five game road trip to the west coast. These five teams included, respectively; Dallas, Phoenix, Anaheim, Los Angeles and San Jose. Three of these five west coast teams are arguably top teams in the league, therefore, it would not have been a surprise had the Bruins come home -this thursday against Tampa Bay- with a 2-3-0 record. A record below ,500., which would not have been a surprise to the majority of the Bruins fans. For the past two year the Bruins have been a flat-styled team, who was taken advantage by many teams. Bruins fans know what I mean when I say "taken advantage' last season. Furtunately, it seems that the Bruins have changed their playing style, adding some finese, speed and the much needed physical presence. But, then again, they have only played five games so far, with seventy-seven remaining. It is too early to say anything, but it is not too early to smile at the progress taken place. However, I do not mean to say that the Bruins have dominated throughout these five games. In my opinion, they have played poorly twice. However, it does illuminate some light when you produce the opposite results to what the majority of the journalists covering hockey have predicted.
The Bruins had a good game overal against Dallas, but failed too show it in the final result, losing 4-1. The Bruins completely dominated the Phoenix Coyotes 3-1, however, the Bruins missed about two empty nets. Even though the Bruins lost their third game, 2-1, against the Anaheim Ducks, the Bruins managed to stay in the game and keep up with the Ducks.
What surprised me the most was friday's game against Los Angeles Kings. I had hoped for a more offensive game by the Bruins, which, surprisingly, happened. However, the Bruins forgot about defence, which let to a frenzy amount of goals. At one point the Bruins were leading 4-1. Then, just before the end of the second period, the Kings scored twice, cutting the Bruins lead to one. Nonetheless, the Bruins scored two quick goals, pushing their lead to 5-3. Once again, the Kings scored twice, tying the game 5-5. Back and forth this game went, until the Bruins finally broke away, scoring three goals before the Kings scored their last goal with five seconds remaining. The final score was 8-6 Bruins. No doubt about Boston's offence. But where was the defence, let alone new comer, Manny fernandez (Goalie)? It upsets me that our number one goalie, Manny Fernandez has allowed 10 goals in two games. He has a record of 1-1-0, 5,00GAA and a horrible ,796SV%. But, I shall not look into it that much. It's only his first two games of the season.
There last game, of the five game road trip, was against the San Jose Sharks. The Bruins had lead 1-0 until there was 38 seconds left in the game. The Bruins had dominated the first period, outshooting the Sharks 12-4, as well as outplaying them. However, the Sharks retaliated and outshot the Bruins 13-0 in the third and 10-8 in the third. Former Bruin, Joe Thornton, set up the tying goal, but 16 seconds later -with 12 seconds remaining- Bruins defenceman, and often criticized since acquired last season, Aaron Ward scored. Even though the Sharks had hit 4 posts, the Bruins had won their third game. Their next game is their home opener against the Tampa Bay Lightning.
The Bruins had a good game overal against Dallas, but failed too show it in the final result, losing 4-1. The Bruins completely dominated the Phoenix Coyotes 3-1, however, the Bruins missed about two empty nets. Even though the Bruins lost their third game, 2-1, against the Anaheim Ducks, the Bruins managed to stay in the game and keep up with the Ducks.
What surprised me the most was friday's game against Los Angeles Kings. I had hoped for a more offensive game by the Bruins, which, surprisingly, happened. However, the Bruins forgot about defence, which let to a frenzy amount of goals. At one point the Bruins were leading 4-1. Then, just before the end of the second period, the Kings scored twice, cutting the Bruins lead to one. Nonetheless, the Bruins scored two quick goals, pushing their lead to 5-3. Once again, the Kings scored twice, tying the game 5-5. Back and forth this game went, until the Bruins finally broke away, scoring three goals before the Kings scored their last goal with five seconds remaining. The final score was 8-6 Bruins. No doubt about Boston's offence. But where was the defence, let alone new comer, Manny fernandez (Goalie)? It upsets me that our number one goalie, Manny Fernandez has allowed 10 goals in two games. He has a record of 1-1-0, 5,00GAA and a horrible ,796SV%. But, I shall not look into it that much. It's only his first two games of the season.
There last game, of the five game road trip, was against the San Jose Sharks. The Bruins had lead 1-0 until there was 38 seconds left in the game. The Bruins had dominated the first period, outshooting the Sharks 12-4, as well as outplaying them. However, the Sharks retaliated and outshot the Bruins 13-0 in the third and 10-8 in the third. Former Bruin, Joe Thornton, set up the tying goal, but 16 seconds later -with 12 seconds remaining- Bruins defenceman, and often criticized since acquired last season, Aaron Ward scored. Even though the Sharks had hit 4 posts, the Bruins had won their third game. Their next game is their home opener against the Tampa Bay Lightning.
Monday, October 8, 2007
NHL Predictions
It is that time of year; fights, goals, hits. Here are my predictions for each division; both eastern and western.
Atlantic:
Pittsburgh
New York Rangers
Philadelphia
New Jersey
New York Islanders
Northeast:
Ottawa
Buffalo
Boston
Toronto
Montreal
Southeast:
Tampa Bay
Carolina
Washington
Florida
Atlanta
EASTERN CONFERENCE:
1. Ottawa
2. Pittsburgh
3. Tampa Bay
4. Buffalo
5. New York Rangers
6. Philadelphia
7. Boston
8. New Jersey
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9. Toronto
10. Carolina
11. Washington
12. Montreal
13. Florida
14. New York Islanders
15. Atlanta
Central:
Detroit
Nashville
St-Louis
Chicago
Columbus
Northwest:
Minnesota
Calgary
Colorado
Vancouver
Edmonton
Pacific:
San Jose
Anaheim
Dallas
Los Angeles
Phoenix
WESTERN CONFERENCE:
1. San Jose
2. Detroit
3. Minnesota
4. Calgary
5. Anaheim
6. Colorado
7. Dallas
8. Vancouver
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9. Nashville
10. St-Louis
11. Los Angeles
12. Edmonton
13. Chicago
14. Columbus
15. Phoenix
Atlantic:
Pittsburgh
New York Rangers
Philadelphia
New Jersey
New York Islanders
Northeast:
Ottawa
Buffalo
Boston
Toronto
Montreal
Southeast:
Tampa Bay
Carolina
Washington
Florida
Atlanta
EASTERN CONFERENCE:
1. Ottawa
2. Pittsburgh
3. Tampa Bay
4. Buffalo
5. New York Rangers
6. Philadelphia
7. Boston
8. New Jersey
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9. Toronto
10. Carolina
11. Washington
12. Montreal
13. Florida
14. New York Islanders
15. Atlanta
Central:
Detroit
Nashville
St-Louis
Chicago
Columbus
Northwest:
Minnesota
Calgary
Colorado
Vancouver
Edmonton
Pacific:
San Jose
Anaheim
Dallas
Los Angeles
Phoenix
WESTERN CONFERENCE:
1. San Jose
2. Detroit
3. Minnesota
4. Calgary
5. Anaheim
6. Colorado
7. Dallas
8. Vancouver
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9. Nashville
10. St-Louis
11. Los Angeles
12. Edmonton
13. Chicago
14. Columbus
15. Phoenix
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
Addiction
Those who know me, know that I love listening to Rage Against the Machine; perhaps a little too much. But this is not about Rage Against the Machine, however, it does touch upon the bases of being addicted to something. I bought the first season of X-Files last friday and haven't stopped thinking about it or watching it. I have seen the series a while back, however, I recall very little, if anything, about it. I bought the first season for a cheap twenty dollar bill, and I am looking forward to buying the following seasons of the X-Files this week. I just love the entire focus of the series.
Sunday, September 2, 2007
Top 33
My "favorites" after a week.
T1. Maria
T1. Bullet in the head
3. Guerilla Radio
4. Bulls on Parade
5. Vietnow
6. Know your Enemy
7. Wake up
8. Killing in the Name
9. New Millenium Homes
10. People of the Sun
11. Calm like a bomb
12. Born of a Broken man
13. Tire me
14. Take the power back
15. Bombtrack
16. Testify
17. Fistful of Steel
18. Down Rodeo
19. Born as ghosts
20. Voice of the voiceless
21. Year of tha boomerang
22. Township Rebellion
23. Snakecharmer
24. Sleep now in the fire
25. Roll Right
26. Freedom
27. Mic Check
28. War Within a breath
29. Ashes in the fall
30. Without a face
31. Settle for Nothing
32. Revolver
33. Wind Below
T1 - tied for first
*Ranks may change*
T1. Maria
T1. Bullet in the head
3. Guerilla Radio
4. Bulls on Parade
5. Vietnow
6. Know your Enemy
7. Wake up
8. Killing in the Name
9. New Millenium Homes
10. People of the Sun
11. Calm like a bomb
12. Born of a Broken man
13. Tire me
14. Take the power back
15. Bombtrack
16. Testify
17. Fistful of Steel
18. Down Rodeo
19. Born as ghosts
20. Voice of the voiceless
21. Year of tha boomerang
22. Township Rebellion
23. Snakecharmer
24. Sleep now in the fire
25. Roll Right
26. Freedom
27. Mic Check
28. War Within a breath
29. Ashes in the fall
30. Without a face
31. Settle for Nothing
32. Revolver
33. Wind Below
T1 - tied for first
*Ranks may change*
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
"Guerilla Warfare" by Ernesto Che Guevara
I couldn't help my self, I swear. I tried not to, I really did. It all started with my 90 minute break, which began at 10 in the morning. I walked for ten minutes when I suddenly stopped, asking myself "What am I going to do for 80 minutes?" I paused for several seconds eluding to a couple of conclusions. Hmv? Nah, no music that I need as of this minute. Walk some more? Meh, I wouldn't mind but not for another 80 minutes. Chapters? Well, I don't need to buy any books as of this minute, however, I can waste some time looking at them and being tempted to buy one. Oh, what the hell, Chapter's it is. After about ten minutes of walking to the metro, which took me to Chapters, I walked by hundreds of book shelves and several magazines. None that caught my eye. However, as I reached the second floor I stopped by the Political Science section, in search of no particular book. This is when I encountered books written by Noam Chomsky, so, knowing this curious mind I read a couple of pages from his book, in which the title slips by me. Not long after, I run into a known symbol, figure of the world; Ernesto "Che" Guevara. I see his book, "Guerilla Warfare," and swoop it immediately. I decided to read several pages from the book, as well as the back. This is when I realize that it is 14$, therefore, I decided to buy it. I guess I am a sucker for books, however, I love reading and learning about "Che" and how his actions effected the world, Cuba in particular.
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Top 33 Rage Against the Machine songs
The following list is arranged from my favorite Rage Against the Machine song to my least favorite song. However, the last song does not mean I hate it, but that I prefer listening to the other ones at times. In general I love all Rage Against the Machine songs. I did not include the sons from their cover album "Renegades," since it is not their own songs.
1. Maria
2. Bullet in the head
3. Bulls on Parade
4. Guerila Radio
5. Know Your Enemy
6. Vietnow
7. Born of a Broken man
8. Wake up
9. New Millenium Homes
10. People of the Sun
11. Killing in the Name
12. Calm like a bomb
13. Tire me
14. Take the power back
15. Testify
16. Fistful of Steel
17. Bombtrack
18. Down Rodeo
19. Born as ghosts
20. Voice of the voiceless
21. Year of tha boomerang
22. Township Rebellion
23. Snakecharmer
24. Sleep now in the fire
25. Freedom
26. Mic Check
27. Roll Right
28. War Within a breath
29. Ashes in the fall
30. Without a face
31. Settle for Nothing
32. Revolver
33. Wind Below
*Ranks may change*
1. Maria
2. Bullet in the head
3. Bulls on Parade
4. Guerila Radio
5. Know Your Enemy
6. Vietnow
7. Born of a Broken man
8. Wake up
9. New Millenium Homes
10. People of the Sun
11. Killing in the Name
12. Calm like a bomb
13. Tire me
14. Take the power back
15. Testify
16. Fistful of Steel
17. Bombtrack
18. Down Rodeo
19. Born as ghosts
20. Voice of the voiceless
21. Year of tha boomerang
22. Township Rebellion
23. Snakecharmer
24. Sleep now in the fire
25. Freedom
26. Mic Check
27. Roll Right
28. War Within a breath
29. Ashes in the fall
30. Without a face
31. Settle for Nothing
32. Revolver
33. Wind Below
*Ranks may change*
Friday, August 24, 2007
Friday: miserable weather and "The Motorcyle Diaries: Notes on a Latin American Journey."
Today was a short day for me considering that I only had one class, which ended at 10am. Thunder and rain filled the entire day. I don't mind the rain, in fact, I like it when it rains occasionally. However, I dislike the rain when I am carrying something along with a cheap and nearly broken umbrella. Fortunately, I did not have to use the umbrella all that much.
Since last Saturday, I believe (too lazy too check right now), I posted about the book "The Motorcycle Diaries: Notes on a Latin American Journey," which I have progressed quite a bit. I haven't finished the book, if that is what you are wondering. I have been reading carefully and slowly, so too absorb every passage and its importance. There hasn't been a severe change in Ernesto Guevara's character or what he has been through. So far, Ernesto and his friend Alberto have been treated with white gloves due to their profession and the luck of meeting generous people throughout Chile.
Since last Saturday, I believe (too lazy too check right now), I posted about the book "The Motorcycle Diaries: Notes on a Latin American Journey," which I have progressed quite a bit. I haven't finished the book, if that is what you are wondering. I have been reading carefully and slowly, so too absorb every passage and its importance. There hasn't been a severe change in Ernesto Guevara's character or what he has been through. So far, Ernesto and his friend Alberto have been treated with white gloves due to their profession and the luck of meeting generous people throughout Chile.
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Day damn one
Today was the first day back to college -my second and final year in Liberal Arts. I guess I should talk about the good things before hammering away at the bad things. God news first, bad news later, or bad news first and good news later, same thing just different mentally (depending on how you look at things). I entered the metro with my computer bag (insert laugh), however, I was not using it to transport my computer, at least not this week. The computer bag served the purpose to carry light objects, as in paper, schedule and "The Motorcycle Diaries: Notes on a Latin American Journey." I also decided to attach four patches to the front of the bag. These patches were; "Rage Against the machine," with the band members in silhouettes (Zack de La Rocha in red) and the background in red, "Bad Religion," the "red star" and "Che with the red star." I also met my friends during class and on my way home. It turned out to be long and exhausting. I came home to my room and slept for two hours.
Now for the bad things. So many Mohawks, so many of them bad. I'm getting my Mohawk back this weekend should everything go as planned. But, seriously, the amount of people I saw today with Mohawks made me want to vomit. Jesus! They were horribly structured. One had the Mohawk slowly crashing towards the top of the head, another had the Mohawk wide as the Mississippi river and another made it seem, just, wrong. Also, even though I met my friends once again, which was nice, I also met the annoying people of my program. With every good there is a bad.
Nonetheless, I am still enjoying reading about Che and hoping to learn more about him soon. Tomorrow should be an intro to hell, if anything else. I start at 11:30 and finish at 4 without any breaks. This means three classes in a row.
I shall write more about "The Motorcycle Diaries: Notes on a Latin American Journey" on Friday.
Now for the bad things. So many Mohawks, so many of them bad. I'm getting my Mohawk back this weekend should everything go as planned. But, seriously, the amount of people I saw today with Mohawks made me want to vomit. Jesus! They were horribly structured. One had the Mohawk slowly crashing towards the top of the head, another had the Mohawk wide as the Mississippi river and another made it seem, just, wrong. Also, even though I met my friends once again, which was nice, I also met the annoying people of my program. With every good there is a bad.
Nonetheless, I am still enjoying reading about Che and hoping to learn more about him soon. Tomorrow should be an intro to hell, if anything else. I start at 11:30 and finish at 4 without any breaks. This means three classes in a row.
I shall write more about "The Motorcycle Diaries: Notes on a Latin American Journey" on Friday.
Saturday, August 18, 2007
The Motorcycle Diaries; Notes on a Latin American Journey
On June 14, 1928 a heroic figure was born. He was given the name Ernesto Guevara, however, he would late be known - by the mid 1950s- as "Che," a term used to call people from Argentina. Before he ventured off to South America -traveling throughout Chile, Bovilia, Lima, Bogota and so much more- he studied to become a doctor, while working as an engineer. Throughout his adventure to South America, with his friend Alberto Granado, Che discovered the misery planted on thousands of faces.
I have only begun reading this fascinating diary written by Ernesto Guevara himself. I have heard of this man long ago, but never obtained the motivation to read about him. In fact, I did not know much about him until I began listening to Rage Against the Machine. By listening to Rage Against the Machine I learned many things, such as the Zapatas and at the same time being informed about Ernesto "Che" Guevara. I bought this diary today and began reading it immediately. Even though I still have to read "Othello," in which I am half way through, my attention was focused on "Che."
I Shall post my thoughts about what I have read in "Che's" diary everyday. It is a short diary, some 180 pages, therefore, once I am finished I will read about the Zapatas and the Mexican revolution.
Guevara, Ernesto. The Motorcycle Diaries: Notes on a Latin American Journey. Ocean Press; New York, 2004.
"These people who watch us walk through the streets of the town are a defeated race. Their stares are tame, almost fearful, and completely indifferent to the outside world. Some give the impression they go on living only because it's a habit they cannot shake (Guevara, p.24).
I have only begun reading this fascinating diary written by Ernesto Guevara himself. I have heard of this man long ago, but never obtained the motivation to read about him. In fact, I did not know much about him until I began listening to Rage Against the Machine. By listening to Rage Against the Machine I learned many things, such as the Zapatas and at the same time being informed about Ernesto "Che" Guevara. I bought this diary today and began reading it immediately. Even though I still have to read "Othello," in which I am half way through, my attention was focused on "Che."
I Shall post my thoughts about what I have read in "Che's" diary everyday. It is a short diary, some 180 pages, therefore, once I am finished I will read about the Zapatas and the Mexican revolution.
Guevara, Ernesto. The Motorcycle Diaries: Notes on a Latin American Journey. Ocean Press; New York, 2004.
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
No light, all darkness
Pushed through the wall,
Shades of Grey surround me.
Everything around me disappears,
Everyone digging their graves,
Tombstones layed down, names engraved,
In this century, the office runs the people,
In history, destruction follows,
Too afraid, but too angry inside,
We slave to make a buck,
While the Government takes the 2:1 ratio,
Another day dying,
Looking ahead, not far from it,
The graves dug, now empty,
How long until we fill em'?
Pushed through the wall,
Shades of Grey surround me.
Squeezing us, until we feel useless,
Hiding all the facts,
Telling us all the lies,
Proclaiming what we saw is our own imagination,
You are our nightmare,
You are the disease,
We must stand for what's right,
We must decide who we are,
Fuck their laws, their approval for war,
Fuck their taxes, the frauds, the lies,
Fuck the office, the one behind the desk,
What's a flag? What does it really represent/
Fuck what they tell me to do,
Fuck what they tell you to do,
We are the cure to this disease.
Pushed through the wall,
Shades of Grey surround us.
No more taken advantage of,
No more bowing down to them,
No more giving in to their demands,
We are the cure.
Shades of Grey surround me.
Everything around me disappears,
Everyone digging their graves,
Tombstones layed down, names engraved,
In this century, the office runs the people,
In history, destruction follows,
Too afraid, but too angry inside,
We slave to make a buck,
While the Government takes the 2:1 ratio,
Another day dying,
Looking ahead, not far from it,
The graves dug, now empty,
How long until we fill em'?
Pushed through the wall,
Shades of Grey surround me.
Squeezing us, until we feel useless,
Hiding all the facts,
Telling us all the lies,
Proclaiming what we saw is our own imagination,
You are our nightmare,
You are the disease,
We must stand for what's right,
We must decide who we are,
Fuck their laws, their approval for war,
Fuck their taxes, the frauds, the lies,
Fuck the office, the one behind the desk,
What's a flag? What does it really represent/
Fuck what they tell me to do,
Fuck what they tell you to do,
We are the cure to this disease.
Pushed through the wall,
Shades of Grey surround us.
No more taken advantage of,
No more bowing down to them,
No more giving in to their demands,
We are the cure.
The Rage
YEAH!!! Three Rage albums, one more to go. I now own "Rage Against the Machine (self-titled album)," "The Battle for Los Angeles," and their "Live at the Grand Olympic Auditorium." Just like any other band, when you listen to a live album, you adapt the feeling as if your at the concert. However, unlike any other bands, at least not to me, Rage Against the Machine, adds a stronger and prophetic sound to their songs. They play with the audience by playing music, which is unknown to the Rage fans, to get them guessing. Then they hit you with that fist gripping opening rhythm of "Bulls on Parade," "Freedom" and the list goes on.
What else is new? I'm still writing lyrics if that means anything to you. For the first two years I've been writing about love and my views on the world. However, my work was mostly about love. Being introduced to newer bands and reading more, my craving for topics to write about took a turn. I've left love behind, but not abandoned, and continued writing about society and how it effects us all. Rage Against the Machine has helped me a lot. Why do I love Rage Against the Machine? Well, that is simple. We both feel the same about politics, society and the world.
I also bought a new book by Ayn Rand called "We the Living." It revolves around what I enjoy reading about. If you don't know, then perhaps you haven't read the second paragraph of this post or you haven't read anything else. Anyways, to know about the book just google it.
What else is new? I'm still writing lyrics if that means anything to you. For the first two years I've been writing about love and my views on the world. However, my work was mostly about love. Being introduced to newer bands and reading more, my craving for topics to write about took a turn. I've left love behind, but not abandoned, and continued writing about society and how it effects us all. Rage Against the Machine has helped me a lot. Why do I love Rage Against the Machine? Well, that is simple. We both feel the same about politics, society and the world.
I also bought a new book by Ayn Rand called "We the Living." It revolves around what I enjoy reading about. If you don't know, then perhaps you haven't read the second paragraph of this post or you haven't read anything else. Anyways, to know about the book just google it.
Monday, August 6, 2007
Save Me
Save me from all of my mistakes,
Save me,
Let me forget the sins I've committed.
A world in honor of hell awaits me,
I'll be used to it;
I've been already living in it,
A light flashes before me,
The sun burning my soul,
No time to waste,
Waiting for the rain to pour on me,
Relinquish these sins,
A dark future haunted by the dark past,
A world in honor of hell awaits me.
Save me,
Save me from all of my mistakes,
Save me,
Let me forget the sins I've committed.
The earthquake shakes these fears,
Stirs the thoughts of hatred and love,
Before I leave let me forget these past few years,
Let alone, let me forget the wrong I've done,
A city filled with sin,
My body filled with guilt;
All those things I've said,
And all those things I didn't,
Look through this heart,
Look through this disguise,
Save me now, but I accept my faith.
Save me,
Save me from all of my mistakes,
Save me,
Let me forget the sins I've committed.
Save me,
Let me forget the sins I've committed.
A world in honor of hell awaits me,
I'll be used to it;
I've been already living in it,
A light flashes before me,
The sun burning my soul,
No time to waste,
Waiting for the rain to pour on me,
Relinquish these sins,
A dark future haunted by the dark past,
A world in honor of hell awaits me.
Save me,
Save me from all of my mistakes,
Save me,
Let me forget the sins I've committed.
The earthquake shakes these fears,
Stirs the thoughts of hatred and love,
Before I leave let me forget these past few years,
Let alone, let me forget the wrong I've done,
A city filled with sin,
My body filled with guilt;
All those things I've said,
And all those things I didn't,
Look through this heart,
Look through this disguise,
Save me now, but I accept my faith.
Save me,
Save me from all of my mistakes,
Save me,
Let me forget the sins I've committed.
Monday, July 2, 2007
Blank: chapter one
Sweat trickling down my cheek like the warm gravy smothered over a soft, but crispy Kentucky Fried Chicken. The sun flashing in my face, blinding my vision like fog creeping towards me in the morning. Thick and heavy. The heat blistering my skin and leaving burnt scars throughout my body. Its power was noticed and taken seriously. Walking became painful, but standing still was suicide. Mind rattling negatively. Where do I run? Where can I hide? Looking for shade became useless. The sun covered her track - leaving no gaps. Sweat pouring as the mind engulfed insane ideas, which had never crossed ones mind before. The sun still blazing in my face. There was no escape. No cure. "Water. Where the fuck is the water?" Insufficient time to think without getting headaches and, several times, the need to vomit. Breathing became harsh. Drinking any beverages was out of the question. Razor blades filled the void in my throat, covering all bases. I was in hell. My body was on fire - it had to be! I was surrounded by the orange-reddish flames engulfing my body. No yelling. No pain. All I felt was the heat crawling through my skin. The blood circulating, heart pumping, and at times -rarely, but when it occurs, their is excruciating pain - large lumps of chewed food passing through tiny tubes towards my intestine. The pain was alive. I know it, but I did not feel it at all times. I made my way past the pens, past the parking lot of the torn down home guarded by iron bars. There was no shelter. None whatsoever. No trees to hide below. No beach or pool to sink myself into. Nothing. I stood between the sun and the God-forsaken desert.
I could not remember where I was. In fact, I did not know who I was. My mind was blank. I could only remember the past ten horrible minutes, when I awoke lying on the rubbled sand as my own sweat trickled down my face. Stripped, no shirt. Shorts but no underwear. It was only then that I noticed my feet. Bloodied. Parts of the deep wounds below my shin were covered with sand. The golden sand turned black and the blood turned to crust - sticking to my skin. I was dirty. Dirty as any man could ever be. Compare me to a dog, who spent half an hour rolling in garbage - pure garbage. I was roasting in the sun, and all I could think about was the way I looked. Forget the water. Forget food. My mind was elsewhere and so was my body.
The black grease, or so it seemed, covered a good portion of my right leg, top to bottom. I could not bare to touch it or even taste it. I did not want to know how it got there, but how to take it off.
"What the fuck?!" I said to myself looking at my dirty-old legs. Wrinkly and withered.
"Why am I whispering?!" I yelled out loud, hoping for someone - anyone - to hear me and, hopefully, feel the pain I was in.
"Should I run? But where you damn fool?" I told myself, this time I spoke aloud, "Where? Yeah. This useless rubbish shit." I tossed my right shoe to the sand in front of my. The grease had expanded its territory. The greases stained my leg, as well as three quarters of the damn shoe. I did not know what I was doing. What is the use? My mind baffling elsewhere, while my body was covered in fear and toxic.
I wiped the sweat off my forehead with my hand, not knowing whether my hand was filled with grease. Who gives a damn? I am already a dirty fool who has lost memory. While the sun blazed upon my face, and my hand wiping the sweat off my forehead, I paused. I felt the sting in my left leg, probably due to the sand in my wounds. Who cares? I had found something. I don't know what it was, but it was something, alright. Right? I was losing it. No! I had already lost it. What was it? A mirage? What mirage? What's a mirage? This long shaped brown colored thing appeared from nowhere.
"Fuck it! I'm coming for ya." I said firmly aloud.
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I could not remember where I was. In fact, I did not know who I was. My mind was blank. I could only remember the past ten horrible minutes, when I awoke lying on the rubbled sand as my own sweat trickled down my face. Stripped, no shirt. Shorts but no underwear. It was only then that I noticed my feet. Bloodied. Parts of the deep wounds below my shin were covered with sand. The golden sand turned black and the blood turned to crust - sticking to my skin. I was dirty. Dirty as any man could ever be. Compare me to a dog, who spent half an hour rolling in garbage - pure garbage. I was roasting in the sun, and all I could think about was the way I looked. Forget the water. Forget food. My mind was elsewhere and so was my body.
The black grease, or so it seemed, covered a good portion of my right leg, top to bottom. I could not bare to touch it or even taste it. I did not want to know how it got there, but how to take it off.
"What the fuck?!" I said to myself looking at my dirty-old legs. Wrinkly and withered.
"Why am I whispering?!" I yelled out loud, hoping for someone - anyone - to hear me and, hopefully, feel the pain I was in.
"Should I run? But where you damn fool?" I told myself, this time I spoke aloud, "Where? Yeah. This useless rubbish shit." I tossed my right shoe to the sand in front of my. The grease had expanded its territory. The greases stained my leg, as well as three quarters of the damn shoe. I did not know what I was doing. What is the use? My mind baffling elsewhere, while my body was covered in fear and toxic.
I wiped the sweat off my forehead with my hand, not knowing whether my hand was filled with grease. Who gives a damn? I am already a dirty fool who has lost memory. While the sun blazed upon my face, and my hand wiping the sweat off my forehead, I paused. I felt the sting in my left leg, probably due to the sand in my wounds. Who cares? I had found something. I don't know what it was, but it was something, alright. Right? I was losing it. No! I had already lost it. What was it? A mirage? What mirage? What's a mirage? This long shaped brown colored thing appeared from nowhere.
"Fuck it! I'm coming for ya." I said firmly aloud.
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Monday, June 18, 2007
Take two: "Mad" Mike Please!!??!
I'm still planning on talking about the Boston Bruins, as I mentioned in my previous post. The most shocking news -well, not that shocking considering the fans anger towards him- in Boston was the firing of coach Dave Lewis. Dave Lewis signed last season as head coach to a multi year deal. Dave Lewis hired assistant coaches, Dave Houda and talented Marc Habshied. However, nothing seemed to work throughout the season. What was bad became worse and anything that was a sign of something bright rapidly faded. Under head coach Dave Lewis the Bruins were 35-41-6. This 76 point season placed them 13th out of 15, in which the Bruins were awarded 8th overall pick. This is the second season in a row that the Bruins hold a top 10 pick. Whereas some may believe that choosing in the top 10 guarantees a star player or at least a good player, others would rather go far into the playoffs and draft between 25-30. I'm alongside the "others" for simple reasons. I want to see the Bruins win and keep winning. I hate cheering for the laughing stock of the league, however, they are my favorite team since I bleed gold and black. Ever since the Bruins last Stanley cup in 72,' the Bruins have not been able to establish a strong enough structured team to win the cup. In the late 80s we were robbed twice by the Oilers in the Stanley cup finals. However, the Oilers had Gretzky and due to poor scouting, the Bruins had given up on Bill Ranford, who was a key Oiler player.
Nonetheless, the Bruins hadn't established a strong team like they once were in the 70s. Crazy "Mad" Mike Milbury had brought a lot of energy to the team in the early 90s bringing the Bruins close to the Stanley cup finals. However, they feel short to the Penguins due to Ulf Samuelson's cheap and dirty knee to knee on Cam Neely, arguably the best player after Gretzky. As much as I'd love to rant about Ulf Samuelson with tons of swearing and cursing, this post is about the Bruins coaching. Since the conference finals against Pittsburg, Boston hasn't been able to reach the finals.
Last Friday (June 15), Bruins general manager announced that Dave Lewis and Marc Habshied were fired, however, reassigned within the team. So far I have not liked what Peter Chiarelli, Bruins genereal manager, has done for the Bruins. He traded a good young player name Brad boyes for a #6-7 defenceman, Dennis Wideman. He fired Mike Sullivan, previous coach, instead of giving Sully one last shot with a new team. After his first year with the Bruins he fires another coach; Dave Lewis. Sound familiar??
As much as I did not like Dave Lewis' decisions in the game, I still think he should have been given one last chance. At least 20 games to evalutate Dave Lewis and thus make a decision. Apparently Claude Julien is the new coach. However, it is not confirmed and truthfully, I hope he is not the coach of the Bruins. The last thing fans need is to see is Dave Lewis lost twin brother behind the Bruins bench.
Bottom line, the Bruins need a coach who's aggressive, motivates, brings energy and challenges his players........Mike Milbury comes to mind.
Nonetheless, the Bruins hadn't established a strong team like they once were in the 70s. Crazy "Mad" Mike Milbury had brought a lot of energy to the team in the early 90s bringing the Bruins close to the Stanley cup finals. However, they feel short to the Penguins due to Ulf Samuelson's cheap and dirty knee to knee on Cam Neely, arguably the best player after Gretzky. As much as I'd love to rant about Ulf Samuelson with tons of swearing and cursing, this post is about the Bruins coaching. Since the conference finals against Pittsburg, Boston hasn't been able to reach the finals.
Last Friday (June 15), Bruins general manager announced that Dave Lewis and Marc Habshied were fired, however, reassigned within the team. So far I have not liked what Peter Chiarelli, Bruins genereal manager, has done for the Bruins. He traded a good young player name Brad boyes for a #6-7 defenceman, Dennis Wideman. He fired Mike Sullivan, previous coach, instead of giving Sully one last shot with a new team. After his first year with the Bruins he fires another coach; Dave Lewis. Sound familiar??
As much as I did not like Dave Lewis' decisions in the game, I still think he should have been given one last chance. At least 20 games to evalutate Dave Lewis and thus make a decision. Apparently Claude Julien is the new coach. However, it is not confirmed and truthfully, I hope he is not the coach of the Bruins. The last thing fans need is to see is Dave Lewis lost twin brother behind the Bruins bench.
Bottom line, the Bruins need a coach who's aggressive, motivates, brings energy and challenges his players........Mike Milbury comes to mind.
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Take one: Bruins
Today until the end of August I will periodically post my short, but inteligent opinion on the decisions made by the Boston Bruins. In case you do not know who the Boston Bruins are, you should slap yourself. Just kidding. They are an NHL team, who were collaborated as the original six teams long ago.
Andrew Alberts (3rd year Defenceman): Re-signs 2 years/ 2.5 million
I am an Andrew Alberts fan, and I am happy that PC re-signed him, however, the salary bothers me. Alberts is a good defenceman who will become an even better defenceman through experience like many players. However, raising his salary from 661,300$ to 1.1 and 1.4 millions in the next two years respectively provides Bruins fans to question Peter Chiarelli's signings. I believe Alberts would have agreed to a 900,000 a year for two years, or 1.9-2 million / 2 years.
This signing follows another intriguing question, how much do you pay to keep Brandon Bochenski. Obviously, Bochy (as I like to call him) is not a number one line player and will not receive number one line salary. However, Bochy may ask between 1.3-1.8 million per season. I believe that is too much for a player that had a good half a season. What says that he will provide the same numbers the following season? You must remember that when Bochy came to Boston, he joined a young, open team that pretty much knew they weren't making the playoffs. Nonetheless, it will be quite interesting watching Chiarelli operating the Bruins this off season.
Sergei Samsonov: (Forward) Signed with Montreal last season 2 years/ 7 million, but may be bought out before his final year of the contract.
I for one always liked Sergei Samsonov. It is unfortunately that he signed with the habs and played with disgruntled center/wing Alexei Kovolev. He had a poor season, however, what do you expect from a player who hardly sees power play minutes, never played on the first line with Koivu -if he did it was once or twice for insufficient amount of time - and Sergei did not get the amount of ice time he was getting in Boston. Obviously, a team and its fans expect a lot from a player who is getting a scorers based salary. However, who has performed better playing with Alexei Kovolev, that is what I would like to know. In case you have forgotten, Tomas Plekanec was on fire once Guy Carboneau placed him on another line. Anyways, back to the topic. Sergei Samsonov needs to play with better players. Alexei Kovolev is a useless pole on skates who barely moves. If he is cut, the Bruins would have to pay in the 1-1.9 million dollar range, which is quite a steal. Sergei always played best against the Habs, whether it was from scoring goals, assisting on goals or playing an overal strong game. If he were to sign with the Bruins, imagine the fire he would get playing the habs? I understand that we wouldn't want him to only play strong against the habs, but just by knowing that he will play them eighth times a year should already pump him up.
Therefore, I would sign Sergei Samsonov if he were bought out. Nonetheless, it would depend on the difference from his contract and the amount payed to buy him off. He would had tremendous speed to the Savard-Murray line as well as the Bergeron-Sturm line. However, I'd rather see him play on the Bergeron-Sturm line.
More to come....
Andrew Alberts (3rd year Defenceman): Re-signs 2 years/ 2.5 million
I am an Andrew Alberts fan, and I am happy that PC re-signed him, however, the salary bothers me. Alberts is a good defenceman who will become an even better defenceman through experience like many players. However, raising his salary from 661,300$ to 1.1 and 1.4 millions in the next two years respectively provides Bruins fans to question Peter Chiarelli's signings. I believe Alberts would have agreed to a 900,000 a year for two years, or 1.9-2 million / 2 years.
This signing follows another intriguing question, how much do you pay to keep Brandon Bochenski. Obviously, Bochy (as I like to call him) is not a number one line player and will not receive number one line salary. However, Bochy may ask between 1.3-1.8 million per season. I believe that is too much for a player that had a good half a season. What says that he will provide the same numbers the following season? You must remember that when Bochy came to Boston, he joined a young, open team that pretty much knew they weren't making the playoffs. Nonetheless, it will be quite interesting watching Chiarelli operating the Bruins this off season.
Sergei Samsonov: (Forward) Signed with Montreal last season 2 years/ 7 million, but may be bought out before his final year of the contract.
I for one always liked Sergei Samsonov. It is unfortunately that he signed with the habs and played with disgruntled center/wing Alexei Kovolev. He had a poor season, however, what do you expect from a player who hardly sees power play minutes, never played on the first line with Koivu -if he did it was once or twice for insufficient amount of time - and Sergei did not get the amount of ice time he was getting in Boston. Obviously, a team and its fans expect a lot from a player who is getting a scorers based salary. However, who has performed better playing with Alexei Kovolev, that is what I would like to know. In case you have forgotten, Tomas Plekanec was on fire once Guy Carboneau placed him on another line. Anyways, back to the topic. Sergei Samsonov needs to play with better players. Alexei Kovolev is a useless pole on skates who barely moves. If he is cut, the Bruins would have to pay in the 1-1.9 million dollar range, which is quite a steal. Sergei always played best against the Habs, whether it was from scoring goals, assisting on goals or playing an overal strong game. If he were to sign with the Bruins, imagine the fire he would get playing the habs? I understand that we wouldn't want him to only play strong against the habs, but just by knowing that he will play them eighth times a year should already pump him up.
Therefore, I would sign Sergei Samsonov if he were bought out. Nonetheless, it would depend on the difference from his contract and the amount payed to buy him off. He would had tremendous speed to the Savard-Murray line as well as the Bergeron-Sturm line. However, I'd rather see him play on the Bergeron-Sturm line.
More to come....
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Quiet, quiet, quiet....Where the Fuck did the hitting go?
And what is happening to the Ottawa Senators? Ottawa were outshot 12-7 in the first and 14-4 in the second. The second period has been by far the worst period in the series. The hitting vanished and every scoring chance belonged to Anaheim. Ottawa was terrible, absolutely terrible in this period. Words cannot describe the poor plays by Ottawa. Giveaways on top of giveaway, lack of speed and attitude. The Senators seem hopeless on the ice. Only one player has shown up for the Ottawa Senators, and that is their goaltender Ray Emery. He is having an unbelievable game with 26 saves. Emery has been giving Ottawa hope to win, in which they do not deserve.
This blog post is quite short because the period has been all but interesting and electrifying. The best hit that came out of the period -perhaps the best hit of the game - is Volchenkov's body check (aka, the sandwich hit) on Teemu Selanne. That is about it. Poor period for the Senators - and in the series.
This blog post is quite short because the period has been all but interesting and electrifying. The best hit that came out of the period -perhaps the best hit of the game - is Volchenkov's body check (aka, the sandwich hit) on Teemu Selanne. That is about it. Poor period for the Senators - and in the series.
More hitz, more hitz and more hitz.....
The first period of the Stanley cup finals between Ottawa Senators and Anaheim Ducks has come to an end. It has been an intensive and electrifying, if I may add, period to begin game two out of a possible seven game series. In case you do not know, I am a Boston Bruins fan, however, I am also a Ottawa Senators fan -pretty damn close to my second favorite team, the Calgary Flames. I have followed Ray Emery, the Senator's goaltender, ever since he stepped on the NHL rink. I have payed close attention to his game and his development, thus I am a Ray Emery fan. Huge fan. I will not hide my disgust about the day that Ottawa signed Martin Gerber - for about 3+ million a year (how many years? I am uncertain). I was distraught because I believed that Ray Emery was Ottawa's true number one goaltender after proving his game throughout last year's [2006] playoffs. He was brilliant, however, he lacked experience. Nonetheless, he has been nothing but steady and, once again, brilliant this season and in these playoffs.
The first period of the second game this series began with a blitzkrieg of pucks fired towards Ray Emery. Fortunately, he saved every one of them (12 saves). Emery splashed and sprawled all over his crease to prevent the Ducks from scoring. However, Emery was lucky that the Ducks hit approximately four posts during their outburst in the period. There were childish penalties taken by both team - one that could have been crucial for Anaheim, when Scott Thornton and Chris Pronger were called to the penalty box, giving the Senators a much needed 5 on 3 power play aka: PP). This 5 on 3 power play left me jaw-dropped and speechless. The amount of scoring chances by the Senators were impossible to count (ok! maybe it was countable, but who's counting? WHO!?). Giguere, who hasn't been active until this PP (with eight minutes left in the period), pulled some rabbits out of his ass, yet there was no surprise seeing them happen. I cannot describe the scoring chances the Senators had within this power PP without shedding some tears. Mike Comrie missing an empty net. Alfredsson saved point blank. Heatley robbed with Giguere five feet away from the net. And it goes on and on.
As the countdown is taking place, the second period will begin. One other thing to add, besides the countless hits taken throughout the period (no surprise!), Ottawa's first line Heatley-Spezza-Alfredsson has been too quiet. Way too quiet.
The first period of the second game this series began with a blitzkrieg of pucks fired towards Ray Emery. Fortunately, he saved every one of them (12 saves). Emery splashed and sprawled all over his crease to prevent the Ducks from scoring. However, Emery was lucky that the Ducks hit approximately four posts during their outburst in the period. There were childish penalties taken by both team - one that could have been crucial for Anaheim, when Scott Thornton and Chris Pronger were called to the penalty box, giving the Senators a much needed 5 on 3 power play aka: PP). This 5 on 3 power play left me jaw-dropped and speechless. The amount of scoring chances by the Senators were impossible to count (ok! maybe it was countable, but who's counting? WHO!?). Giguere, who hasn't been active until this PP (with eight minutes left in the period), pulled some rabbits out of his ass, yet there was no surprise seeing them happen. I cannot describe the scoring chances the Senators had within this power PP without shedding some tears. Mike Comrie missing an empty net. Alfredsson saved point blank. Heatley robbed with Giguere five feet away from the net. And it goes on and on.
As the countdown is taking place, the second period will begin. One other thing to add, besides the countless hits taken throughout the period (no surprise!), Ottawa's first line Heatley-Spezza-Alfredsson has been too quiet. Way too quiet.
Friday, May 25, 2007
Minutes to Midnight
Linkin Park's new album, which has caused some ongoing mixed opinion by the fans. They released a successful album, Hybrid Theory, in 2000, with hits such as; One Step Closer, Crawling and In the End. This album combined anger and head-bobbing rhythm. Linkin Park immediately became a fan favorite - not as much as my favorite band, Rage Against the Machine. Nonetheless, Linkin Park became recognized throughout music industries as a fast pumping and thumping, heart-beating band. A generation filled with angst and a voice, heard through bands, such as Linkin Park. We all got our own opinion, right? Obviously, Linkin Park is not for every -as well as any other bands in the world. I am not trying to convert anyone to Linkin Park or soften their image. All I'm trying to establish is my respect and opinion for them. Nonetheless, I am not saying that they are an awesome band and that everyone should like them, either.
Their second album, Meteora, was a similar hit; however, not as successful as Hybrid Theory.
For about fourteen months Linkin Park worked on their new album, which came out a couple of weeks ago. They decided to try something new -in this case, change their rhythm but keep the same style. Their new album, Minutes to Midnight, delivered quite a change to fans. I have never been a real fan of Linkin Park, but I will admit that some of their songs have impressed me. I enjoyed; Crawling, Runaway, Faint and Lying from you. However, I could not consider myself a real fan. I decided to buy the new album, taking a chance on them without looking into the album. I started to listen to the new album -keep in mind that I did not read any reviews pertaining to the new album. As I listened to the second track, Given up, -the first track was a preload (just music, no words)- until the last minute of the album, I indeed felt and heard a different Linkin Park.
What do I mean by a different Linkin Park? For instance, throughout the first and second album there were loads of sounds with Chester (lead singer) screaming at the top of his lungs. There were a lot of angry tempo and an angry voice behind the mic. In the new album, except for "No More Sorrow" and "Given up," Linkin Park has established a smoother tone and vocals to their songs. Chester has shown that he cannot only scream the music, but he can actually sing it at any tempo. He showed his soft side in the song -my favorite from the new album- "Shadow of the Sun" and "Leave out all the rest." Many fans were left disappointed from listening to Minutes to Midnight because it did not enchant the anger and harsh rhythm as it did in the previous two albums; however, they are wrong. Dead wrong. The entire album is not a soft and totally changed Linkin Park. Hell no! Songs such as "No More Sorrow" and "Given Up," bring the high-electrifying exuberant anger/power rap rhythm that fans love to hear.
After listening to the entire album, I, a non-real-Linkin-Park-fan, have developed respect for the group. I enjoy listening to their new album at any given time; however, they are not chosen over Rage Against the Machine when I need music to relax me or motivate me. Nonetheless, Minutes to Midnight does motivate me, but not as much as Rage Against the Machine.
Their second album, Meteora, was a similar hit; however, not as successful as Hybrid Theory.
For about fourteen months Linkin Park worked on their new album, which came out a couple of weeks ago. They decided to try something new -in this case, change their rhythm but keep the same style. Their new album, Minutes to Midnight, delivered quite a change to fans. I have never been a real fan of Linkin Park, but I will admit that some of their songs have impressed me. I enjoyed; Crawling, Runaway, Faint and Lying from you. However, I could not consider myself a real fan. I decided to buy the new album, taking a chance on them without looking into the album. I started to listen to the new album -keep in mind that I did not read any reviews pertaining to the new album. As I listened to the second track, Given up, -the first track was a preload (just music, no words)- until the last minute of the album, I indeed felt and heard a different Linkin Park.
What do I mean by a different Linkin Park? For instance, throughout the first and second album there were loads of sounds with Chester (lead singer) screaming at the top of his lungs. There were a lot of angry tempo and an angry voice behind the mic. In the new album, except for "No More Sorrow" and "Given up," Linkin Park has established a smoother tone and vocals to their songs. Chester has shown that he cannot only scream the music, but he can actually sing it at any tempo. He showed his soft side in the song -my favorite from the new album- "Shadow of the Sun" and "Leave out all the rest." Many fans were left disappointed from listening to Minutes to Midnight because it did not enchant the anger and harsh rhythm as it did in the previous two albums; however, they are wrong. Dead wrong. The entire album is not a soft and totally changed Linkin Park. Hell no! Songs such as "No More Sorrow" and "Given Up," bring the high-electrifying exuberant anger/power rap rhythm that fans love to hear.
After listening to the entire album, I, a non-real-Linkin-Park-fan, have developed respect for the group. I enjoy listening to their new album at any given time; however, they are not chosen over Rage Against the Machine when I need music to relax me or motivate me. Nonetheless, Minutes to Midnight does motivate me, but not as much as Rage Against the Machine.
Sunday, May 20, 2007
Chasing Shadows
Take it for what it's worth. This is mainly freelance........yup....
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Beautiful attraction, strong distraction,
The mind curling up inside,
The main problems reside
In your soul smothered in sins,
A question of faith,
A question unanswered,
You'll never be the one you'll beg to be,
Enough of these sad tales,
And your ghastly expressions,
Covered in blood,
The riches own, the poor beg to live,
Now I wake up
Chasing the same goddamn thing
Over and over again,
One last time, why not?
Chasing shadows,
Along each wall,
One by one with every pull,
My strength falls, while I,
Chase shadows.
Lost in the moment,
Lost in the music, which spins me around,
Where have you been?
I, Smothered in vain,
Long behold what I wanted is finally there,
A chance given,
Hit hard in the face,
The needle points straight down
Towards me,
I'm chasing you, the shadows,
Blistering my view,
Once again, I want you, I want it all,
But all I got was the shame spread inside me
Like a virus, cleared until its killed,
Chasing, what's not there.
Chasing shadows,
Where have I been?
Looking past my shoulder,
Your never there,
Chasing shadows.
What have I done,
To deserve what I got,
A lot of bad, a lot of good,
Nonetheless, the guilt covers myself,
You twist and turn me the way you want,
A fiction, a long lasting nightmare,
What I need is who you are,
But who you are is quite mysterious,
A trigger, a life long sentence of where I am,
A light at the end,
But who am I fooling?
It's too far away.
Chasing shadows,
Where have I been?
Looking past my shoulder,
Your never there,
Chasing shadows,
Once again, once again
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Beautiful attraction, strong distraction,
The mind curling up inside,
The main problems reside
In your soul smothered in sins,
A question of faith,
A question unanswered,
You'll never be the one you'll beg to be,
Enough of these sad tales,
And your ghastly expressions,
Covered in blood,
The riches own, the poor beg to live,
Now I wake up
Chasing the same goddamn thing
Over and over again,
One last time, why not?
Chasing shadows,
Along each wall,
One by one with every pull,
My strength falls, while I,
Chase shadows.
Lost in the moment,
Lost in the music, which spins me around,
Where have you been?
I, Smothered in vain,
Long behold what I wanted is finally there,
A chance given,
Hit hard in the face,
The needle points straight down
Towards me,
I'm chasing you, the shadows,
Blistering my view,
Once again, I want you, I want it all,
But all I got was the shame spread inside me
Like a virus, cleared until its killed,
Chasing, what's not there.
Chasing shadows,
Where have I been?
Looking past my shoulder,
Your never there,
Chasing shadows.
What have I done,
To deserve what I got,
A lot of bad, a lot of good,
Nonetheless, the guilt covers myself,
You twist and turn me the way you want,
A fiction, a long lasting nightmare,
What I need is who you are,
But who you are is quite mysterious,
A trigger, a life long sentence of where I am,
A light at the end,
But who am I fooling?
It's too far away.
Chasing shadows,
Where have I been?
Looking past my shoulder,
Your never there,
Chasing shadows,
Once again, once again
Friday, May 18, 2007
Weakened and Battered
For the past couple of days I've been over my head, cramming every single possible word that exists. I've been occupied with studying for exams such as; philosophy, French renaissance and logic (big whoop!). If that wasn't enough, I had to start writing an English essay on two poems, which was two three days from when I started. For about thirty minutes I had debated the poems in which I would decipher. I mean, how hard can that be? Right? Oh God, the pain! I chose a 10 line poem called "To Lindsay," written by Allen Ginsberg. It was riveting and compressed the inner soul. The poem focused on the speaker's grief, and slowly made its way to the suspenseful suicide, dropping the shadow to the floor. Riveting I say because I can. The clock ticking louder and faster as I typed, compressing my ideas unaware of the time. Tick tock, tick tock, my ideas bursting in mid-air. Day becomes night, the warm air turns cold and now my eyes begin to close. I worked endlessly. Alright, so I took a couple of breaks, big deal. It came to a point where I couldn't differentiate between the meaning of the "harsh" and "soft" sounds. What the fucks up with that?!
For about an hour I put it away, hoping to never see it again, but who am I kidding? The essay was worth 20%, it wasn't some freelance work or something. It was an addicting, eating my guts, pulling me and forcing me to give in. I couldn't bear to look away and do something else, knowing that it wasn't done or even close of being worthy. I sat down, looked at the screen. Document opened for the second time filled with words, hundreds, maybe thousands. Who knows? Who cares? I was determined to finish it. Fist pumped. Actually both of them were. I was eager to start typing, aggressive to the point that my fingers would start to hurt. However, all I was doing was type "Finish this Shit" several times. My eyelids slowly began to shut. NO! I had to stay awake. "Get." "WATER." "NOW!!" Too late. Before I could move my fragile legs, I fell on my side, eyes close and fast asleep. I had awaken two hours later.
Must.
Keep.
Writing.
Do.
Not.
Lose.
Focus.
sincerely, Claudio.
Fingers and mind went back to work. Two hours later, one poem was done. Damn Right! Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, I had realized that I had to decipher another poem. "FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!" My brain felt drained and useless from thinking too much. How can that be possible? But it is, it is. Even word seemed the same. Every meaning felt awkward. Every line seemed to be the same -word for word- as the previous line. I had too sleep, I just had too.
Go To Sleep. Yeah, at 6pm. Sounds reasonable.
For about an hour I put it away, hoping to never see it again, but who am I kidding? The essay was worth 20%, it wasn't some freelance work or something. It was an addicting, eating my guts, pulling me and forcing me to give in. I couldn't bear to look away and do something else, knowing that it wasn't done or even close of being worthy. I sat down, looked at the screen. Document opened for the second time filled with words, hundreds, maybe thousands. Who knows? Who cares? I was determined to finish it. Fist pumped. Actually both of them were. I was eager to start typing, aggressive to the point that my fingers would start to hurt. However, all I was doing was type "Finish this Shit" several times. My eyelids slowly began to shut. NO! I had to stay awake. "Get." "WATER." "NOW!!" Too late. Before I could move my fragile legs, I fell on my side, eyes close and fast asleep. I had awaken two hours later.
Must.
Keep.
Writing.
Do.
Not.
Lose.
Focus.
sincerely, Claudio.
Fingers and mind went back to work. Two hours later, one poem was done. Damn Right! Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, I had realized that I had to decipher another poem. "FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!" My brain felt drained and useless from thinking too much. How can that be possible? But it is, it is. Even word seemed the same. Every meaning felt awkward. Every line seemed to be the same -word for word- as the previous line. I had too sleep, I just had too.
Go To Sleep. Yeah, at 6pm. Sounds reasonable.
Thursday, May 17, 2007
Louder please
Music roaring in the background, vibing through your skin. Heads bobing up and down, now side to side at the tone of Rage. Hand gestures slicing downwards, back and forth, back and forth. Music stops, now the bodies dead. Track two, beat begins to shake, the sound of the drums begin to roll, the floor vibrates and now the crowd begins to jump. JUMP! Listen to the Bulls on Parade. The pen shakes, now I become motivated, more then ever. The words climb atop my mind once again as I join the band and sing.
That was six days ago, i haven't heard them until today. I was hoping to let go of them, at least until my final exam next tuesday, but no, my cousin talked me into hearing them again. I was writing for about four hours today. My mind worked up, my brain jamned and now my thouhts all over the place. I needed some inspiration to say the least. I did not want to break my vow, but how could I keep it? Then again, I needed some motivation, some inspiration.....some Rage! I know several people, who I will not mention their name, disagree with my passion for Rage, but, nonetheless, they respect me for who I am, therefore, I respect them for respecting me. However, how can you hate a band without listening to them? I mean, if you have listened to them once, twice and did not like them, then that is understandable, but to say you've never heard them and do not look foward to do so. Perhaps it is the name of the band, Rage Against the Machine. Perhaps they think the band is some heavy metal, junk, unappreciated group of people who hate the world. Maybe. Listen to them, give them a try at least. They do write lyrics with meaning. There is something there. Anyways, who am I kidding, no one understands.
I assume there are a number of things that motivate people, and there should be. Perhaps it is the girl next door as she waves hello to you, perhaps the cross and figure of Jesus in your room, perhaps family, perhaps the thought of cheap wine and champagne, perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. Motivation comes in different sizes. Music is my choice. However, not all types of music. I cannot listen to depressive music or heavy metal music, it is just not for me. I enjoy listening to Rage Against the Machine, New Foudn Glory, Bruce Springsteen, Radiohead, Linkin Park, Guns n' Roses, AC/DC, The Strokes, Buck 65.......and the list goes on. However, one band that keeps motivating me and relaxing me at all times is Rage Against the Machine.
That was six days ago, i haven't heard them until today. I was hoping to let go of them, at least until my final exam next tuesday, but no, my cousin talked me into hearing them again. I was writing for about four hours today. My mind worked up, my brain jamned and now my thouhts all over the place. I needed some inspiration to say the least. I did not want to break my vow, but how could I keep it? Then again, I needed some motivation, some inspiration.....some Rage! I know several people, who I will not mention their name, disagree with my passion for Rage, but, nonetheless, they respect me for who I am, therefore, I respect them for respecting me. However, how can you hate a band without listening to them? I mean, if you have listened to them once, twice and did not like them, then that is understandable, but to say you've never heard them and do not look foward to do so. Perhaps it is the name of the band, Rage Against the Machine. Perhaps they think the band is some heavy metal, junk, unappreciated group of people who hate the world. Maybe. Listen to them, give them a try at least. They do write lyrics with meaning. There is something there. Anyways, who am I kidding, no one understands.
I assume there are a number of things that motivate people, and there should be. Perhaps it is the girl next door as she waves hello to you, perhaps the cross and figure of Jesus in your room, perhaps family, perhaps the thought of cheap wine and champagne, perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. Motivation comes in different sizes. Music is my choice. However, not all types of music. I cannot listen to depressive music or heavy metal music, it is just not for me. I enjoy listening to Rage Against the Machine, New Foudn Glory, Bruce Springsteen, Radiohead, Linkin Park, Guns n' Roses, AC/DC, The Strokes, Buck 65.......and the list goes on. However, one band that keeps motivating me and relaxing me at all times is Rage Against the Machine.
Saturday, May 5, 2007
Summer plans.....ummm
It is that time of year, when the sun shines and school is over. Soon. Very soon. I will not bore you with detail for every intention I wish to fullfill. There will not be pages and pages of mind boggling descriptive analyses on every God forsaken activity. Nonetheless, you should, and I hope, have some visual aspect of them. The main goal this summer is getting into shape. Every summer I found ways to keep myself active and more, let's say, outgoing. When winter strolls along I become more indequate and lazy, so to speak. I find everything as gloomy and weary as the dark clouds shading earth on this dreadful season. However, I do acknowledge that there are also great things about winter, but who really wants to know? Anyone? I thought so. Now, back to my summer plans. Fitness is important as every bone and flesh in our bodies. In my early high school years I was a lazy asshole, who couldn't bother with jogging or walking long stretches. However, it all changed the summer before secondary 3. I was not doing very well in the first term Gym class, in which we were tested on endurace (26 laps or so). I kept getting in the low 70s, so that summer I began to change things around. I jogged and walked quite often, and of course I drank lots of water. Long story short, I got 87 on the endurance exam. This motivated me to do better and too stay in shape. Unfortunately, for some reason I only got into it when summer came along, and still do.
I am 5 foot 11-6 feet and I weigh between 175-185 (somewhere there, look closely). My goal is to lose 15 pounds this summer, yes 15 EFFING pounds. Canada, here I come. A summer of jogging and walking along the beach and around the neighbourhood. Now, what else do I want to do this summer besides exercise? Play sports, swim, bike, just to name a few. I'm sure you can use your imagination.
I usually procrastinate, at least I do so when it comes to work this semester, but this is unlikely going to happen come this summer. I am so determined to lose the 15 pounds, that I will buy you (those that I know) 5 drinks at the bar or something equivalent to fifty dollars if I fail to do so. How can this be done? Simple. We'll measure my weight before summer begins, and then we will measure my weight once school begins (late August).
I am 5 foot 11-6 feet and I weigh between 175-185 (somewhere there, look closely). My goal is to lose 15 pounds this summer, yes 15 EFFING pounds. Canada, here I come. A summer of jogging and walking along the beach and around the neighbourhood. Now, what else do I want to do this summer besides exercise? Play sports, swim, bike, just to name a few. I'm sure you can use your imagination.
I usually procrastinate, at least I do so when it comes to work this semester, but this is unlikely going to happen come this summer. I am so determined to lose the 15 pounds, that I will buy you (those that I know) 5 drinks at the bar or something equivalent to fifty dollars if I fail to do so. How can this be done? Simple. We'll measure my weight before summer begins, and then we will measure my weight once school begins (late August).
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
AHHH these poems
Nothing like studying poetry. Nothing! The words soothing one's soul, bringing harmony to one's heart andthen taking one's breath away. Aye, the good old days, drinking some tequilla, while reading Wordsworth and not understanding a single damn word. Reading it over and over, you would think I understand it by now. However, life is not that simple. You cannot hope for the best and wonder blindfolded in the world. Nonetheless, I have ten poems, written by six poets, to know by friday. No problem. I wish. Now that I think of it, I also have to link three passages, given on the test, to three different themes/topics/concepts. That should be lovely and soothing. This time, instead of being in 'awe' I will have my mouth opened with the words echoeing 'ahh."
I pray that I have not mislead you into thinking that I hate poetry. I simply do not. I respect all poets, thus it is tough to write in manners as prolific as Shakespeare, Keats and so much more. However, my style of writing poetry is different from there's and, hopefully, different from other writers. I would love to talk about this; however, I must stick to the main topic. Yeah, poetry.
I have always wondered about these poet's style and the meaning extracted by their poems. Did they intend for their poems to mean exactly what we, now, interpret it to be? Was it by chance that their poems consisted of such moving themes and abstructed dilemna's? I mean, are they being given more credit than they deserve? Unfortunately, we will never know because they are dead.
Anyways, untill next time.
I pray that I have not mislead you into thinking that I hate poetry. I simply do not. I respect all poets, thus it is tough to write in manners as prolific as Shakespeare, Keats and so much more. However, my style of writing poetry is different from there's and, hopefully, different from other writers. I would love to talk about this; however, I must stick to the main topic. Yeah, poetry.
I have always wondered about these poet's style and the meaning extracted by their poems. Did they intend for their poems to mean exactly what we, now, interpret it to be? Was it by chance that their poems consisted of such moving themes and abstructed dilemna's? I mean, are they being given more credit than they deserve? Unfortunately, we will never know because they are dead.
Anyways, untill next time.
Saturday, April 21, 2007
And so it goes....
Yo Yo Yo, check check check this out.
The infant one, infant joy, the infinite spell,
The blood drenches, bleeds red and white,
The colors of our flag, as we raise it with pride,
But the sorrows spill from this infant’s eye,
We wear it as a sweater we wear with rage,
Hurt inside, as the sharp tool penetrates our guts,
Kicked to the ground, left alone all bruised,
Weakened by their presence, and now they refuse,
To treat us like the others, treat us with respect,
The city screams vengeance, the rebels yell riots,
The word in town, is that we’re going to pry it,
The right is ours; we have the freedom, yet we’re treated like dirt,
We were the last crumble, falling to the ground,
But now we are the arch being built and risen,
Now we’ll take the power back,
And everything swept from beneath our feet!
The infant one, infant joy, the infinite spell,
The blood drenches, bleeds red and white,
The colors of our flag, as we raise it with pride,
But the sorrows spill from this infant’s eye,
We wear it as a sweater we wear with rage,
Hurt inside, as the sharp tool penetrates our guts,
Kicked to the ground, left alone all bruised,
Weakened by their presence, and now they refuse,
To treat us like the others, treat us with respect,
The city screams vengeance, the rebels yell riots,
The word in town, is that we’re going to pry it,
The right is ours; we have the freedom, yet we’re treated like dirt,
We were the last crumble, falling to the ground,
But now we are the arch being built and risen,
Now we’ll take the power back,
And everything swept from beneath our feet!
Part one: Our Government
About a month ago I came across an interesting short article called 'Quebec Provincial elections 2007," written by a friend of mind (I will not mention his/her name). Personally, I hate politicians for their lack of justice and the abuse they allow to proceed. Fighting a war we have no purpose to step in. Providing a neighbour with too many soldiers to fight for their cause and then pray that we don't get attacked. They hide in their shadows, under the desk, behind the walls of their guarded home. They seize our money to build useless theme parks, unreliable bridges, and the rest of it goes into their pockets. We work hard to get paid and to survive. But where does the money go? It is a cycle. The money we earn goes right back to the government. How do they support us? Let's see, the price of gas has more loops than a roller-coaster, the price of food keeps increasing and the poor and homeless collide to devastating numbers. I understand that not everyone can please every single person, but you say that you will guide us, protect us and feed us. How about doing so?
The problem with politicians is that they are all crooks. They don't give a shit about the people, at least most of them don't. They could care less about us. When they look at us they see a minority, but we are the majority. We are what balances this world and those around us. They see themselves absorbing a great amount of power and authority that they become engulfed into it. This power takes over them and before you know it they go the opposite ways from what they promised before the elections. I, for one, hate the government for many reasons of course.
The only reason Mario Dumant came in third was because people felt betrayed by Charest, who didn't, and they don't want a separation. Now, this is democracy, but how do you know that the votes aren't fixed. Corruptive. Greed. Power. Authority. Activists. Rebel. Crime. Hatred.
Who are we? We are the people. We are unity and only we can guide this ship in the right direction. I am not calling for anarchists, I am calling for justice. Is it right or wrong to mourn for soldiers who go out there and fight for our country. Die in vain, in a cause they do not belong. They could be at home with their family, a safe place. However, these brave men decide to enlist in the army. If we were attacked, by all means fight for us, but we were not attacked.
To be continued....
The problem with politicians is that they are all crooks. They don't give a shit about the people, at least most of them don't. They could care less about us. When they look at us they see a minority, but we are the majority. We are what balances this world and those around us. They see themselves absorbing a great amount of power and authority that they become engulfed into it. This power takes over them and before you know it they go the opposite ways from what they promised before the elections. I, for one, hate the government for many reasons of course.
The only reason Mario Dumant came in third was because people felt betrayed by Charest, who didn't, and they don't want a separation. Now, this is democracy, but how do you know that the votes aren't fixed. Corruptive. Greed. Power. Authority. Activists. Rebel. Crime. Hatred.
Who are we? We are the people. We are unity and only we can guide this ship in the right direction. I am not calling for anarchists, I am calling for justice. Is it right or wrong to mourn for soldiers who go out there and fight for our country. Die in vain, in a cause they do not belong. They could be at home with their family, a safe place. However, these brave men decide to enlist in the army. If we were attacked, by all means fight for us, but we were not attacked.
To be continued....
It's been a while *INTRO*
For the past two months my cousin has been telling me, every so often, to write, write and write some more. For some reason I did not initiate his demand until today. I must point out to you that my cousin is a terrific writer. He bears this rare ability to hold the reader and mingle in their thoughts with his powerful writing. I do not consider myself a writer, at least not at this moment, but I am willing to persevere in being one. I've decided to start blogging my thoughts about the world in general because I find it to be one of my strong points. I have been influenced by certain authors, such as George Orwell, and music bands, most certainly Rage Against the Machine. I'm not going to discus Rage Against the Machine at this moment, but I will in the future.
I assume you would like to know a little about me, since you will be reading my articles. Describing the way I look is pointless, since most of you know how I look and because it is irrelevant. I enjoy writing poems about society, government, love, pain--whether it is during class, while I'm in the library, at home or when words begin to be put together in my head. However, I do not want to be considered a poet yet. I also love to read the lyrics to Rage Against the Machine songs because they bring forward a powerful message, which allow you to see the truth and the lie in the world. Then again, that is just me. I guess I should state that I have been writing poems for about four years, and I will continue to do so.
I don't talk much, but I do transfer my thoughts into poems. It is a way in which I connect with myself. For the first, three years, I have been writing poems primarily on love. However, my thoughts and perspective on life changed. I began to be aware of the ongoing events in this perilous world, that I persuaded to voice my opinion. It was from then on that I changed my poetic style into a more tighter and as close to powerful lines to elude the problems we are unaware of.
I may decide at some point to post certain poems I have created, but until then I will post my thoughts on numerous events in the world, or about my day.
I assume you would like to know a little about me, since you will be reading my articles. Describing the way I look is pointless, since most of you know how I look and because it is irrelevant. I enjoy writing poems about society, government, love, pain--whether it is during class, while I'm in the library, at home or when words begin to be put together in my head. However, I do not want to be considered a poet yet. I also love to read the lyrics to Rage Against the Machine songs because they bring forward a powerful message, which allow you to see the truth and the lie in the world. Then again, that is just me. I guess I should state that I have been writing poems for about four years, and I will continue to do so.
I don't talk much, but I do transfer my thoughts into poems. It is a way in which I connect with myself. For the first, three years, I have been writing poems primarily on love. However, my thoughts and perspective on life changed. I began to be aware of the ongoing events in this perilous world, that I persuaded to voice my opinion. It was from then on that I changed my poetic style into a more tighter and as close to powerful lines to elude the problems we are unaware of.
I may decide at some point to post certain poems I have created, but until then I will post my thoughts on numerous events in the world, or about my day.
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