March 2008
26 posts
postleap depression.
Leap day is over, and i am regreting that i didn’t do something better with my extra day than surf the interwebs. Well, there will always be 2012. Is it a coincidence that the leap years are always election years? I guess its an extra day to raise those Benjamins [or millions of Jacksons if you’re Obama.] Or, sling some mud, if you’re Hillary. Or, actually campaign, I...
getting Lost.
I wrote this about Lost on a different blog, and i wanted to put it here too. For me, Lost’s greatness lies specifically in the character development. The mysteries and revelations have become secondary for me. The background [and now foresight] that we have for each character on that plane makes the revelations/developments on the island important. Any show can deliver suspense, but not...
February 2008
24 posts
radical honesty. →
Esquire comes through with an amazing piece on “radical honesty.” Basically never lying. ever. its a little bit bigger than just not lying. its more about speaking your mind. but at the core is just being honest and open. i guess you could just click the link and read it, but if you don’t feel like going to another web page, i pasted a small excerpt i enjoyed and i thought...
oprah? really? really. →
this article from Martha Beck on Oprah’s site [believe it or not] explains me to a tee. they call my species polychrones. the article starts off describing a girl named Emma, but you could pretty much substitute my name for hers. “People either think [brian] is an inconsiderate laggard or they shrug off [his] chronic difficulty making transitions, give [him] lavish time cushions, and...
three little letters make all the difference.
me: is he on chat?
v: not right now
v: but he's on yahoo
v: [lame]
me: oh, thats shit
me: not to be confused with "the shit"
“Make art. Make art. Thanks.”
– the end of Glen Hansard’s Oscar acceptance speech
syntaxual lethargy.
there is a war that is waging inside of me. its a pretty superficial war, i think. fought only on the occassion that i have [what i think is] a good idea. its my fear of losing that idea versus my syntaxual lethargy. on one side of the battle is a belief that i am losing my mind. not in the sense that i am going insane, but in the sense that i can’t remember things. and thus, this...
hoss. tadge.
i probably could have posted stuff the past few days, but i wanted my first thing after the flu to be that picture. it took longer than i thought. [read: i put it off.] and, as evidence of my procrastination, its been nine days since i’ve posted. nine days! two things come to mind. one; this is the story of a girl/ who cried a river and drown the whole world/ and while she looked so sad...
“That becomes the revolution, to be idealistic enough that you think you can...”
– Marilyn Manson illustrating The Quiet Revival
effort means something, just not profit.
me: do you still hate the west wing music?
johnny: negative. i love it.
me: i had the same progression with the intro music from The Wire. i didn't like it at all at first. And now i just got the sound track
johnny: you got it, meaning you downloaded it?
me: well. it took some effort for me to find it.
johnny: ha! as long as it took some effort, i guess.
me: effort is a commodity out there online.
/STRIKE
Finally. That pesky writer’s strike is, for all intents and purposes, over. In fact, the frisky show-runners are probably in bed right now, preparing for a long day of kicking back into gear bright and early manyana. [I’m looking a you Damon Lidelof and Carleton Cuse; we need answers! Also, LOST Podcasts.] But I’m also looking at Greg Daniels from The Office. And all the talk...
following my nose.
We got some new Dial body wash. [Imagine that, another post perpetuated by bodywash.] It smells like a glade plugin. I am automatically assuming that it will give me a rash. I read somewhere that of the senses, smell has the strongest connection to memory. I believe it every time I smell Tommy Hilfiger [which my mom pronounced ‘hill fighter’ for five years] cologne and I think of...
dog day afternoon.
my dog placed a giant pile of crap [actual feces] next to my computer chair this morning.
i only noticed his gift when i ran over it with the chair. i spent a half an hour cleaning up the resulting disaster, but it still smells like i stepped in dog poop.
then i sprayed cologne on the chair to attempt a cover up, but i over scented it.
now, i’m sitting here with a headache from the...
“…no one who sees HBO’s [The Wire’s] take on the culture of crime and...”
– Profiles: Stealing Life: Reporting & Essays: The New Yorker
“But in the unlikely story that is America, there has never been anything false...”
– YouTube - Yes We Can - Barack Obama Music Video
“Decisions are made by those who show up.”
– Aaron Sorkin via Jed Bartlett embodied by Martin Sheen in The West Wing
scar(red).
i was pretending the blood red axe bodywash i was using in the shower today actually was real blood [psycho style] and i started to think about how i have varied associations with the color red.
good » code red mountain dew, theater curtains, Red House Painters, my favorite t shirt in high school, my favorite sweater currently
bad » blood, cough syrup, sunburns,...
“If I was one of those fans who got to run on the field for Tom Petty at...”
– my brother
those clever clever journalists.
Super Bowl XLII headlines:
Defiant Giants!
Giant Upset!
Giant Killers!
David’s a Giant this Year.
19 and Ohhh No!
Manning, Giants punch out ‘perfect’ Pats for XLII Title [BORING AS S! Come on USA Today, is your pun machine broken? You’re USA Today! You live off of puns! Get it together.]
The Rejects:
Tom Coughlin Plays Rick Moranis in this Year’s Little...