May 2011
4 posts
April 2011
25 posts
“Hahahaha, supposedly I talked into a mirror saying I can’t die and that my family loves me”
“That usually happens when I’m on drugs. Apparently it works cause I’m still alive.”
Swamp People. Rugged and hardened characters provide a narrated glimpse into their lives with bluegrass twang in the background for effect. Seeing these people interact with their surroundings, particularly the men with straggling tufts of steel wool hanging from their chins and veins, like ivy, crawling down their forearms, gives one that oddly displaced connectedness to wilderness that Into The...
“I’m suspicious of girlfriends who don’t want you simply being friends with someone for stupid ass reasons. Then again, that’s about 82% of girls.”
“No, it’s 100% of girls. The percentage gets smaller with maturity.”
While digging into a bag of party mix, I mulled over creating another tumblr entitled Worst Things. The description would read as follows: A blog about things that, at the very instant upon happening, are just the worst things.
The first post would read something along the lines of this… One opens up a bag of chips. The bag proceeds to rip further down the side. Worst thing.
If any chips...
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For those of you living in New England, this is a report I submitted recently concerning the demography of the area.
Report: New England Demographic Trends & Implications
Peter Francese is the Director of Demographic Forecasts for the New England Economic Partnership. What does a demographer do? In Layman’s terms, according to Mr. Francese, a demographer studies trending issues on...
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While watching Lottery Ticket starring Bow Wow (I believe he’s abandoned the “‘lil,”) I started a conversation with a friend who understands my admiration for black entertainment. I started to notice the similarities in cast between this and every other notorious African-American movie.
“Charlie Murphy is in this movie too. Terry Crews must be in this movie at some...
It seems to be the new profession; the job openings are infinite and the positions offer varying levels of acclaim. They’re all nothing more than connoisseurs of the internet; chugging along the blog site bandwagons or the flickr photography studio. Faux illustrious personalities are the pixelated portraits of the future. Start up funds to launch oneself into some sort of hobnob with...
Yeah I got on sneaks but I need a new pair cause basketball courts in the summer got girls there
Post intoxication: One either recovers the hilarious details of the night or weekend prior, or one wishes he or she hadn’t. The commonplace for such instances in the lack of sobriety: The text message. My logged messages rarely ever lead to a realization of horribly embarrassing occurrences, contrastingly my texts are messages I can return to for a laugh. For instance, tD referring to...
Assume The Position 1 & 2 by Robert Wuhl and Colin Quinn’s Long Story Short. Fantastic one-man-shows taking comedic stances on historical concepts, strongly recommend.
This is why people think Christians are crazy.. →
I planned to add my own clever anecdote concerning this post, but the link speaks volumes for itself. No gays and no strays, ah Christian ideals.
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There’s discarded scrap metal and tents underneath the overpasses. Pieces of the city that were once more significant, maybe. People of the city that were once more significant, maybe. Advertisements throughout Boston. “Actually listening, not waiting to talk.” Followed shortly after, another sky scraping billboard adjacent to its advertiser, “If you want something sugarcoated: Buy a donut.” I...
D*FACE, "Going Nowhere Fast" Exhibit →
There’s music in my library that is so wonderful and beautiful, music that I can’t bring myself to play. It is music that I wandered the streets of Georgia listening to. I can’t listen to it now, it only bolsters my longing to return. To that mind, that place, that life. A boat against the current, borne ceaselessly into the past. I can’t float these currents, for one...
The floors and walls in here, I swear, I swear they shake and even bow towards the middle of the floors, dipping every time there’s an over zealous thud or anxious stomp. I feel as though I’m dipping through into the next ceiling, bounded only by the rug in between, every time the floor shakes the desk feels like the heaviest spot in the room. It’s a nice apartment here though,...
I have an explorative soul, I did when I was younger and I do now, I know it’s there but I simply avoid the altercation of authority at most any level in my maturation. I avoided it then, too, but preferably as it was on the cusp of an aggrivated adult assault, or so it seemed when adults doubled or even tripled us in stature. Scoldings from afar were more of an award than they were...
I don’t love no material thing. But I’m in love with the feelings they bring..
I was watching some Armageddon-Esque movie I think. It was something that didn’t situate with me well. I don’t take well to world ending theories, no matter how overly theatrical and downright absurd they may be. They’re frightening, frightening in that I worry about the eyes of those closest to me. I worry about what they see, about how shaky they become. I wonder if they see me near their final...
