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*
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