Literally.
Last weekend had to be the most surreal experience of my 22 years on this sweet sweet earth. On my way to meet up with friends I was hit by a taxi and rushed to the emergency room. I have no recollection of the event and have no desire to remember my body coming into contact with a three ton vehicle. For some reason people thing that's odd. I think they're odd.
As a result of this near tragic event my family has become even more terrified of my independence and (ir)responsibility. It was a mistake, a lapse in judgment. I don't blame them for being anxious, but it's hard enough going through this traumatic experience without your family judging you. Eh, I'll live. I mean... I'm living. oh geez. That's another thing. I'm uncomfortably calm about what happened to me. I didn't see any flashing lights or experience euphoria. There were no strokes of genius or life-changing ideas that sprung into my head while I was in the hospital. I just had the overwhelming desire to be outside in the clean cool air and away from the sick, decrepit stench of that hospital room. I am so lucky to be alive, there is no denying that, but I don't value life any more than I did before the accident. I have been in love with life for a while now, and continue to love life.
I felt I should write about the accident, but I'm kind of embarrassed by my lack of life-changing exuberance.
I'm alive.
I am ecstatic to be alive.
I love my life and everyone in it. I really do!
I'm out.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Friday, January 8, 2010
Obsession part 1: Who needs Avatar when I have 80s movies at my fingertips?!
I think I'm going to start a series miraculously called, Obsession. This series will include things that I can't get enough of at the moment. And to start of this wonderful new listing I have chosen 80s movies! Woo!
I have been in an eighties kick this past week on account of all of my free time has been consumed with watching eighties movies my roommate has on vhs. I think watching them on VHS makes them that much better, the static-y picture and inability to skip directly to the movie with a click of a button. So you're sitting there watching all of these ridiculous movie trailers some of which you've never heard of and, after seeing their trailers, know why. Here are some clips from some of my favorite 80s movies that I have painstakingly found on youtube for your viewing pleasure. No need to thank me. ha
Teen Witch (1989). What a sick rap, and the movie is so much fun! What teenager wouldn't want crazy awesome powers to make themselves popular, rrright?! haha
Pretty in Pink (1986). I always thought this scene was the steamiest in the movie. I had such a huge crush on Jon Cryer after watching this movie.
Hiding Out. Speaking of Jon Cryer, here he is again! What a dream boat haha
The River's Edge (1986). This movie isn't as happy-go-lucky as the others. It's so freaking good. I also had a crush on Crispin Glover (I was a weird kid).
Nightmare On Elm Street 2 (1985). By far, my favorite Kreuger movie for obvious reasons if you've seen it. There is this amazing scene where Jesse (the main character) dances around his room. Another scene at an s&m bar, which is just amazing, and finally this scene which i think is hilarious! I definitely recommend this for a movie night (I totally watched it for mine!)
That's the end of my list! I hope you enjoyed the clips! The movies are even better- promise!
I'm out.
I have been in an eighties kick this past week on account of all of my free time has been consumed with watching eighties movies my roommate has on vhs. I think watching them on VHS makes them that much better, the static-y picture and inability to skip directly to the movie with a click of a button. So you're sitting there watching all of these ridiculous movie trailers some of which you've never heard of and, after seeing their trailers, know why. Here are some clips from some of my favorite 80s movies that I have painstakingly found on youtube for your viewing pleasure. No need to thank me. ha
Teen Witch (1989). What a sick rap, and the movie is so much fun! What teenager wouldn't want crazy awesome powers to make themselves popular, rrright?! haha
Pretty in Pink (1986). I always thought this scene was the steamiest in the movie. I had such a huge crush on Jon Cryer after watching this movie.
Hiding Out. Speaking of Jon Cryer, here he is again! What a dream boat haha
The River's Edge (1986). This movie isn't as happy-go-lucky as the others. It's so freaking good. I also had a crush on Crispin Glover (I was a weird kid).
Nightmare On Elm Street 2 (1985). By far, my favorite Kreuger movie for obvious reasons if you've seen it. There is this amazing scene where Jesse (the main character) dances around his room. Another scene at an s&m bar, which is just amazing, and finally this scene which i think is hilarious! I definitely recommend this for a movie night (I totally watched it for mine!)
That's the end of my list! I hope you enjoyed the clips! The movies are even better- promise!
I'm out.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Inhale and Exhale
I haven't written any poetry on this blog and I think I'm feeling now is the time to let loose some versification
Inhale and exhale
Out tired memories that stifle the future
And violently caress significant progress
With rough fingertips and painful intentions.
Inhale
Positive orbs of glowing amiability,
Covert happiness;
Exhale the putrid cowardice,
The haughty, selfish waste
That has overtaken your senses
Leaving you in disoriented disbelief.
Inhale fortitude and disambiguated virtue,
Good fortune and compassion
Exhale violent thoughts of revenge and paranoid mistrust,
Exhale the embittered litany of capricious excuses
That so completely cripple your mind.
Exhale inconsequential mistakes that have been festering
Forming cankerous melancholy within your being
Exhale until your lungs are remiss and cry for life
Exhale until your eyes begin to water and your body starts to tremble
Exhale until the world grows darker
Exhale until you can exhale no more and you are utterly depleted
Exhale until you begin to drift out of consciousness and there is no light
Then inhale.
Inhale all that you have yet to experience
Inhale all the wonder and excitement waiting for you
Inhale all the opportunities anxiously materializing
Inhale all the infinite possibility and unadulterated happiness
Inhale all of life until you feel you are going to burst
Inhale and exhale to live.
I'm out.
Inhale and exhale
Out tired memories that stifle the future
And violently caress significant progress
With rough fingertips and painful intentions.
Inhale
Positive orbs of glowing amiability,
Covert happiness;
Exhale the putrid cowardice,
The haughty, selfish waste
That has overtaken your senses
Leaving you in disoriented disbelief.
Inhale fortitude and disambiguated virtue,
Good fortune and compassion
Exhale violent thoughts of revenge and paranoid mistrust,
Exhale the embittered litany of capricious excuses
That so completely cripple your mind.
Exhale inconsequential mistakes that have been festering
Forming cankerous melancholy within your being
Exhale until your lungs are remiss and cry for life
Exhale until your eyes begin to water and your body starts to tremble
Exhale until the world grows darker
Exhale until you can exhale no more and you are utterly depleted
Exhale until you begin to drift out of consciousness and there is no light
Then inhale.
Inhale all that you have yet to experience
Inhale all the wonder and excitement waiting for you
Inhale all the opportunities anxiously materializing
Inhale all the infinite possibility and unadulterated happiness
Inhale all of life until you feel you are going to burst
Inhale and exhale to live.
I'm out.
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Sherlock Holmes, Homes.
Sherlock Holmes
I was never an avid reader of the Sherlock Holmes series, nor was I truly invested in the television series, but I can tell you after watching this historical character, portrayed by Robert Downey, Jr., wax on eloquently about disabling someone’s body I became enamored by his poetry and astounding charisma. His character is that of a tormented intellectual who rejects societal norms, favoring only his work and his companion, Watson. Their relationship is quite close, and reports have been that Guy Ritchie intended on putting a gay overtone in Holmes and Watson’s friendship.
To my surprise the dialogue for this movie was not only deliciously multi-syllabic, but it was also intellectually witty and quick. It happens too often language is simplified for the masses’ feeble comprehension. The dialogue in this movie was full of something I thought mainstream films were devoid of, substance. Even movies set in time periods where dialect was distinctively more wordy and long winded, scripts seem to dumb down the language to appeal to large amounts of moviegoers.
The opening scene was captivating. Sherlock Holmes stands in a dark room with a rather large adversary standing right outside. There’s a voice-over of Holmes explaining how he is going to disarm this man using very specific techniques while there is a slow motion shot of him using those techniques on the goon. It’s like a tutorial. Then we are back with Holmes in the moment and he executes his planned attack quickly and with precision. In those short minutes the audience can deduct this movie is going to be badass. Jude Law was an excellent Watson, because he worked so well with Robert Downey, Jr. They had such great chemistry. The only slight trouble I had with the movie was, surprisingly, Rachel McAdams’ character, Irene Adler. I was not emotionally invested in her character at all; it was quite the opposite. Every time she was on the screen I would plainly ask, “Why?” That is not to say she did not perform well, she is a fine actress, but her role in the plot I felt was uninspired. Also, Watson’s fiancee, Mary, played by Kelly Reilly was immaterial. She really could have been a faceless character. However, I am assuming their characters will be more developed in the next movie. Mark Strong played an alright villain, but the movie was all about Watson and Holmes’ methodical, resourceful ways in which they solved cases. It was really fun to watch!
However, there is something about the movie I read in a review that really upset me and left a bitter taste in my mouth.
The New York Post reports the director’s “plan to put a gay spin on the relationship of Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson in his new movie about the detective and his sidekick could backfire.” Though this may be true considering the stifled minds of America have been multiplying and propagating ignorance and intolerance, the next statement by Michael Medved is nauseating. He states, “There's not a seething, bubbling hunger to see straight stars impersonating homosexuals...I think they're just trying to generate controversy . . . They know that making Holmes and Watson homosexual will take away two-thirds of their box office. Who is going to want to see Downey Jr. and Law make out? I don't think it would be appealing to women. Straight men don't want to see it.” Who is this asshole?! He was a former critic for the post. Well thanks, Mike for putting your two cents in and making yourself look like a complete bigot. I found Sherlock and Watson’s relationship in the movie to be endearing and sweet. Of course, I know my hippie, be-who-you-are attitude is not by any means the predominant culture of America, but it can’t be that much of a minority! It is not okay for Medved to say what he said. It’s a deplorable testament of the growing, senseless idiocy poisoning America. The pomposity of his statement seethes with this shameless, unabashed imprudence that makes me want to projectile vomit. The New York Post was never a publication I admired or respected and it’s articles like this that cement my distaste for it.
I'm out.
I was never an avid reader of the Sherlock Holmes series, nor was I truly invested in the television series, but I can tell you after watching this historical character, portrayed by Robert Downey, Jr., wax on eloquently about disabling someone’s body I became enamored by his poetry and astounding charisma. His character is that of a tormented intellectual who rejects societal norms, favoring only his work and his companion, Watson. Their relationship is quite close, and reports have been that Guy Ritchie intended on putting a gay overtone in Holmes and Watson’s friendship.
To my surprise the dialogue for this movie was not only deliciously multi-syllabic, but it was also intellectually witty and quick. It happens too often language is simplified for the masses’ feeble comprehension. The dialogue in this movie was full of something I thought mainstream films were devoid of, substance. Even movies set in time periods where dialect was distinctively more wordy and long winded, scripts seem to dumb down the language to appeal to large amounts of moviegoers.
The opening scene was captivating. Sherlock Holmes stands in a dark room with a rather large adversary standing right outside. There’s a voice-over of Holmes explaining how he is going to disarm this man using very specific techniques while there is a slow motion shot of him using those techniques on the goon. It’s like a tutorial. Then we are back with Holmes in the moment and he executes his planned attack quickly and with precision. In those short minutes the audience can deduct this movie is going to be badass. Jude Law was an excellent Watson, because he worked so well with Robert Downey, Jr. They had such great chemistry. The only slight trouble I had with the movie was, surprisingly, Rachel McAdams’ character, Irene Adler. I was not emotionally invested in her character at all; it was quite the opposite. Every time she was on the screen I would plainly ask, “Why?” That is not to say she did not perform well, she is a fine actress, but her role in the plot I felt was uninspired. Also, Watson’s fiancee, Mary, played by Kelly Reilly was immaterial. She really could have been a faceless character. However, I am assuming their characters will be more developed in the next movie. Mark Strong played an alright villain, but the movie was all about Watson and Holmes’ methodical, resourceful ways in which they solved cases. It was really fun to watch!
However, there is something about the movie I read in a review that really upset me and left a bitter taste in my mouth.
The New York Post reports the director’s “plan to put a gay spin on the relationship of Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson in his new movie about the detective and his sidekick could backfire.” Though this may be true considering the stifled minds of America have been multiplying and propagating ignorance and intolerance, the next statement by Michael Medved is nauseating. He states, “There's not a seething, bubbling hunger to see straight stars impersonating homosexuals...I think they're just trying to generate controversy . . . They know that making Holmes and Watson homosexual will take away two-thirds of their box office. Who is going to want to see Downey Jr. and Law make out? I don't think it would be appealing to women. Straight men don't want to see it.” Who is this asshole?! He was a former critic for the post. Well thanks, Mike for putting your two cents in and making yourself look like a complete bigot. I found Sherlock and Watson’s relationship in the movie to be endearing and sweet. Of course, I know my hippie, be-who-you-are attitude is not by any means the predominant culture of America, but it can’t be that much of a minority! It is not okay for Medved to say what he said. It’s a deplorable testament of the growing, senseless idiocy poisoning America. The pomposity of his statement seethes with this shameless, unabashed imprudence that makes me want to projectile vomit. The New York Post was never a publication I admired or respected and it’s articles like this that cement my distaste for it.
I'm out.
Monday, December 21, 2009
the skinny on The Skinny
I have never felt so uncomfortable stepping into a bar as I did Friday night, walking through the doors of The Skinny in the lower east side. The lower east side- what a different place. I dunno if I can ever go back.
The Skinny
The minute my friends and I stepped foot in The Skinny I knew we had to leave immediately. Surrounded by an array of high school stereotypes, ranging from jocks to goths, there were just too many hormones flying around everywhere to see the comical situation in which we found ourselves. Not only did my friends and I feel like the oldest people there, but we felt like we were party crashing. These twelve year olds didn't need us to be there cramping their style. So we go further in, looking for some people we were suppose to meet up with, all the while I was secretly hoping they wouldn't be there because I wasn't sure the bar contained enough alcohol to diffuse the tremendous levels of discomfort we all shared. Walking past the sixteen year old, standing on a platform, dancing provocatively was enough for me to call it a night. Gyrating awkwardly, she reminded me of scenes from American Beauty, Girls Gone Wild, and various episodes of Maury. I felt dirty being there. The place was also extremely cramped, and the music aided in the strange high school feel permeating out of every crevice of the "bar." Also, the bar kind of looked like a parlor that would be in one of those really old, huge victorian homes that you see in Westchester County and can only imagine what kind of off the wall, illegal things happen in there.
Luckily, the people we were to meet up with were not there, but because they even suggested this place I began judging them harshly, and the next place we were supposed to meet may have been slightly worse. I don't even remember what it was called. It was across the street from Crash Mansion and the line was filled with dude-bros and girls stumbling all over the place. Again, not my cup of tea. Funnily enough we didn't make it into there either, but I assure you it would've been worse.
Due to the excruciating cold, we gave up on meeting them and went to this bar with a Spanish name that was pretty empty, but was playing loud, awesome music. Settling there, my friends and I had a great time dancing to music and being loud and obnoxious... well not too obnoxious. So the night wasn't a complete bust, but getting home at 2 on a Friday night? Eh, we could've done better haha
I wish I could remember the names of those other places, they just weren't as traumatizing as The Skinny. I promise it won't happen again.
I'm out.
The Skinny
The minute my friends and I stepped foot in The Skinny I knew we had to leave immediately. Surrounded by an array of high school stereotypes, ranging from jocks to goths, there were just too many hormones flying around everywhere to see the comical situation in which we found ourselves. Not only did my friends and I feel like the oldest people there, but we felt like we were party crashing. These twelve year olds didn't need us to be there cramping their style. So we go further in, looking for some people we were suppose to meet up with, all the while I was secretly hoping they wouldn't be there because I wasn't sure the bar contained enough alcohol to diffuse the tremendous levels of discomfort we all shared. Walking past the sixteen year old, standing on a platform, dancing provocatively was enough for me to call it a night. Gyrating awkwardly, she reminded me of scenes from American Beauty, Girls Gone Wild, and various episodes of Maury. I felt dirty being there. The place was also extremely cramped, and the music aided in the strange high school feel permeating out of every crevice of the "bar." Also, the bar kind of looked like a parlor that would be in one of those really old, huge victorian homes that you see in Westchester County and can only imagine what kind of off the wall, illegal things happen in there.
Luckily, the people we were to meet up with were not there, but because they even suggested this place I began judging them harshly, and the next place we were supposed to meet may have been slightly worse. I don't even remember what it was called. It was across the street from Crash Mansion and the line was filled with dude-bros and girls stumbling all over the place. Again, not my cup of tea. Funnily enough we didn't make it into there either, but I assure you it would've been worse.
Due to the excruciating cold, we gave up on meeting them and went to this bar with a Spanish name that was pretty empty, but was playing loud, awesome music. Settling there, my friends and I had a great time dancing to music and being loud and obnoxious... well not too obnoxious. So the night wasn't a complete bust, but getting home at 2 on a Friday night? Eh, we could've done better haha
I wish I could remember the names of those other places, they just weren't as traumatizing as The Skinny. I promise it won't happen again.
I'm out.
Friday, December 18, 2009
Random
I'm bored. I feel like I should update. But I don't really have a topic, just some random thoughts... here we goooo!
Ed Norton is mentioned in a Tribe Called Quest Song. Now I love him even more.
Also love Tribe Called Quest even more.
I'm starting to submit my writings to different places! Yay!
I'm so proud of my friend who started a publishing company and wrote a freaking book! Big ups!
Divine Apocalypse: The Beginning of the End
He's also on Twitter: novalpublishing
Get it.
My roommate and I are are discussing a joint venture involving band reviews and recruiting bands for his label. HOW FREAKIN SWEET IS THAT?!
So keep an eye out for some awesomeness.
I love old Taking Back Sunday I don't care who knows it!!
oh em geeee eeeeek!!! haha. oh boy. i love how "gun" is censored. stupid.
Going to Jersey tonight.
I got home from work at 3 am. this morning. I definitely need a new gig.
I'm hungry.
Okay.
Time to start my life today.
I'm out.
one more thing... I want to dance with him(mmmm).
YES.YES.YES.YUMMY.
Ed Norton is mentioned in a Tribe Called Quest Song. Now I love him even more.
Also love Tribe Called Quest even more.
I'm starting to submit my writings to different places! Yay!
I'm so proud of my friend who started a publishing company and wrote a freaking book! Big ups!
Divine Apocalypse: The Beginning of the End
He's also on Twitter: novalpublishing
Get it.
My roommate and I are are discussing a joint venture involving band reviews and recruiting bands for his label. HOW FREAKIN SWEET IS THAT?!
So keep an eye out for some awesomeness.
I love old Taking Back Sunday I don't care who knows it!!
oh em geeee eeeeek!!! haha. oh boy. i love how "gun" is censored. stupid.
Going to Jersey tonight.
I got home from work at 3 am. this morning. I definitely need a new gig.
I'm hungry.
Okay.
Time to start my life today.
I'm out.
one more thing... I want to dance with him(mmmm).
YES.YES.YES.YUMMY.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
You betta werk... Netwerk that is...
I've had this on my mind for a few weeks. Just thought I'd let it loose on the world...
Getting to New York is only one step in this ongoing process to attain "success." There are numerous other necessary things to do in order to achieve my goal(s). One of which is networking. Networking. Now, this action is incredibly difficult considering there are right ways and wrong ways to make connections. Never have I actively networked with a clear understanding of what I wanted to get out of the connection, not because it wasn't important to me, but because that's just not how I operate. I've been to a few parties in the city and have witnessed some shameless, embarrassing attempts at networking that just make you extremely uncomfortable for both parties, for instance- Picture a raging dance party where two people are standing right outside the door, getting some air, maybe smoking a cig, when all of a sudden, bursting into their private conversation the networking assailant appears. This person loudly interjects useless information they believe somehow pertains to a conversation they carelessly interrupted, then immediately delves into a rehearsed introduction of who they are and what they do, pulling out a wad of business cards in the process and shoving one of them at the unsuspecting stranger who was innocently catching up with a friend. The assailant stands there presumptuously, waiting for a response and there's dead silence. The kind of still silence you wouldn't wish on your worst enemy. So, what I'm trying to say is - DON'T DO THAT, it's creepy.
Here's my strategy at getting my foot in the door (we'll find out if it words ha): Show talent. Be nice. Repeat. And it doesn't help that if I don't like someone there is a very small chance I will continue a relationship with them. Not worth it. I mean unless it means a once in a lifetime opportunity. Then, alright, I may just swallow my pride and compromise? Maybe? ha. I just feel like networking should be fun, and you should enjoy the company of the people who can potentially help you. I have a friend who is killer at networking, because he's mastered the art of showing genuine interest... or he's mastered masking the superficiality of it all... same thing? Either way, he's good.
It's all about who you know guys and dolls. Plain and simple. What a world.
And today I am off to interview for a grown up job. sweet.
I'm out.
Getting to New York is only one step in this ongoing process to attain "success." There are numerous other necessary things to do in order to achieve my goal(s). One of which is networking. Networking. Now, this action is incredibly difficult considering there are right ways and wrong ways to make connections. Never have I actively networked with a clear understanding of what I wanted to get out of the connection, not because it wasn't important to me, but because that's just not how I operate. I've been to a few parties in the city and have witnessed some shameless, embarrassing attempts at networking that just make you extremely uncomfortable for both parties, for instance- Picture a raging dance party where two people are standing right outside the door, getting some air, maybe smoking a cig, when all of a sudden, bursting into their private conversation the networking assailant appears. This person loudly interjects useless information they believe somehow pertains to a conversation they carelessly interrupted, then immediately delves into a rehearsed introduction of who they are and what they do, pulling out a wad of business cards in the process and shoving one of them at the unsuspecting stranger who was innocently catching up with a friend. The assailant stands there presumptuously, waiting for a response and there's dead silence. The kind of still silence you wouldn't wish on your worst enemy. So, what I'm trying to say is - DON'T DO THAT, it's creepy.
Here's my strategy at getting my foot in the door (we'll find out if it words ha): Show talent. Be nice. Repeat. And it doesn't help that if I don't like someone there is a very small chance I will continue a relationship with them. Not worth it. I mean unless it means a once in a lifetime opportunity. Then, alright, I may just swallow my pride and compromise? Maybe? ha. I just feel like networking should be fun, and you should enjoy the company of the people who can potentially help you. I have a friend who is killer at networking, because he's mastered the art of showing genuine interest... or he's mastered masking the superficiality of it all... same thing? Either way, he's good.
It's all about who you know guys and dolls. Plain and simple. What a world.
And today I am off to interview for a grown up job. sweet.
I'm out.
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