School Fees

Just going through the list of random Student Organization Fees, and I discover that I pay .20 cents to go towards "Vagina Monologues". Wtf? lmao I just hope it's not some crazy feminist group that will set fire to me if they saw this....

INCEPTION

First of all, let me just say that Inception is a fantastic movie all-together. To be honest, I had my doubts and heard the little voice inside my head say "...I may just be sitting in the theater hating all 148 minutes of this..." Despite the bad first impressions, (that leave you feeling like Christopher Nolan tried to create another version of The Matrix) your soon completely caught up in the wild adventure.

I rate it 7.5 out of 1 - 10 Leonardo DiCaprio confused eyebrow looks. (Y)

Because of the background story involving kids and a wife, it really reminded me of Shutter Island. It also made me go "really?" when his children looked nothing like him or the mother.
No doubt Leonardo is a good actor, but I really thought Arthur (played by Joseph Gordon-Levitt) stole the show, hands down. It definitely made me smile when he and Ellen Page are in the hotel lobby and *tehe* :)

For the artsy-folks

One of my fav artists, although lesser known, is the infamous Yung-En Chen.

http://www.misterchen.net/

I hope this isn't illegal to do, but since I found some of his older works in a file hidden on my computer, I'll upload one of my favs.

Imagine you were illiterate. What might these signs tell you?


ALIENS ARN'T ALLOWED TO STALK WOMEN
ALIENS ARN'T ALLOWED TO RIDE SEGWAYS
WOMEN CAN USE FORCE-FIELD TO REPELL ALIENS
ALIENS MUST BE CAPTURED. CATCH EM ALL!

Mi casa es tu casa.

I really like to cook, and I strongly believe the kitchen is the center of a household. I like being a hostess and welcoming friends to my home. (If only my house was a little-less intimidating to go too!) Sometimes I feel weird admitting that to people, because then I feel like the "women belong in the kitchen" stereotype, and like a loser because hardly anyone actually likes to cook.
But you know what they say, only 3 things in this world attracts people:
Music, Food, and Fire.

I learned how to make "stir-fry" at work today, and it was pretty cool. We have the sharpest knives I thought I was going to cut my fingers off. Luckily, I survived. I think it would be cool to work in the butchery, or at least just to try it.

Also, whenever I see a vegetarian* I think to myself "Every time you don't eat meat, I will eat twice my portion of meat to make up for yours" lmao. I wouldn't actually because I would get fat, but it would be funny.
Despite this, I'm still open to eating vegetarian and vegan meals.

*For the record, consumption of red meat led to the development of the human brain.

Someone called me every horrible name in the book. Then told me I had low self-esteem.
What a fucking jerk.

Subliminal Messaging

World Vision is the most depressing and feel-good television program-which I often watch when on a commercial break. For less than a dollar a day you can support a child blablabla. This is good.

After showing you a miserable poor child with a vitamin A deficiency making you feel like shit. Then they show a North American family calling in, why they made the decision, the story behind it, and the child receiving proper medication to make you feel great.
It would be funny if in the background music there was a subliminal message saying "You don't need that coffee everyday, support a child! Pick up the phone now...."

to be continued...

“This is the first day of my life
I’m glad I didn’t die before I met you
But now I don’t care I could go anywhere with you
And I’d probably be happy”

The little things kill me

My iTunes is set to random. I have some old albums on there from when my siblings used this computer. "Outro" from the joint album The Split Program crafted by Caliban and Heaven Shall Burn [Caliban vs. Heaven Shall Burn] begins to play. Meanwhile, I'm playing solitaire in my solitude of the basement, not paying any particular attention to the music, when I hear a mumbling, so I turn it up. What do I hear, other than Jules death quote from Pulp Fiction.

"The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of the darkness. For he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know I am the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you." - Ezekiel 25:17.

Someone I used to know introduced me to Pulp Fiction. This person knew the very quote off by heart. It's the random shit that reminds me.




p.s. I've always thought Vincent (John Travolta) was the most cutest guy ever in that movie

Fuck marriage.

Recently, shit happened.
I wanted to hurt someone real bad because I was so angry, hurt and upset. I told someone who meant the world to me, and they told me if I ever did that they would have "kicked my ass out".
I was thinking about that today, and finally realized: this person who I loved from my very soul would actually hurt me to protect someone new who they barely know without hesitation.

Over a year and a half with the person I loved, and they would actually hit me.
A year and a fucking half and I don't mean anything. Not now, not ever. It wasn't a waste of my life, but what is it if it's not worth it in the end?
I wonder if he looks at his new toy and thinks "Maybe I would actually hit her"? Of course not. I'm sure he never thought of me like that when he actually liked me. Maybe one day he will think the same of her, and if he doesn't WHY THE FUCK WOULD HE HURT ME AND NOT HER?

After this, I won't ever fall in love the same way. I know I won't ever be the same. Every guy I date-no matter how crazy I am for them-I will ask myself what I would do in the end, and I know: I will never hurt them on purpose, even if I break up with them for another guy. Wait and give time. Patience & understanding.

At one time, I thought I would get married to someone I love. FUCK MARRIAGE. I'm too fucking young for that shit. I want to go out and have fun, drink until I pass out, be with new guys. Sometimes I feel confident like that, but I'm always reminded of what happened to me, and I cry and cry, because I feel like I could have been a better lover, a better person and a better friend.
I'm scared of my wedding day, because I don't think people marry for love. They marry because their too scared to be alone. Maybe you have dated people who you were more in love with, but in the end your stuck with someone.

Maybe one day I'll be ready to open myself up to someone new, share my deepest secrets, tell my stories and fall in love, but I know it wont be for a long time. Right now I feel like life is disposable and replaceable. Love is not acceptable, or maybe I don't want it. I hang out with a ton of guys and meet them, but I feel like it's just not worth it to fall in love.

In the words of Immortal Technique "don't fucking fall in love with people".

Daddy at 26

The story goes like this:
A woman and man in America decided to adopt a 10 year old Mexican boy. He was a wild child from the start. Getting into trouble, most likely causing stress. The father became an alcoholic. At 14 the boy was sent to Juvenile Detention for stealing a car with friends. He was the only one charged. While this went on, the mother died of a disease and the father died as well. He boy waited 2 years in Juvie until they located the next of kin: a just-married 26 year old man.
Isn't that weird that he is a father before he is a father.

The Train

Visiting a major city recently via train, I was unfortunate to have to sit in close proximity with an over 30 year old male, and his (relatively speaking) mentally retarded friend. They proceeded to have a conversation whilst sitting on opposite sides of the isle, and communicating by yelling. However bored and tired I was at the time on my way home after the sun just set, I could not help but be forced to listen to their conversation as it was right in my ear, and therefore I was forced to learn this one man's life story in approximately 20-30 minutes of torture.

In my short years, and most recently I have developed ideologies and opinions about our short lives. One is that 30 year old men fucking suck.

This man was so pathetic. He hadn't seen his kids in 6 weeks, calls them every Sunday, but this past Sunday they were eating dinner and were behaving well so he didn't want to disturb them so he said he would call them back another time. He also was moving to Calgary to get a new job, and he will miss his kids (who he doesn't seem to miss now, or else he would visit them often-his wife doesn't mind him visiting them) and if it doesn't work out then he always has a place to stay here.
What he actually mean to tell his friend is "I'm going through a mid-life crisis where I miss the freedom of being single and not married. I wish I could relive those days, so I will move to a foreign province in hopes of experiencing the same things again. If it doesn't work out, I will move back and accept that time can not be reversed.

The man beside me (sans-enfants) and the man across the isle (sans-vie) then discussed party opportunities and hooking up, in the most un-classy fashion. "Yeah...So next week I'm going to New York for a couple of days. I mean, there's the business meeting I have to go to on Monday, but for the next couple of days I'll go to bars and stuff. I don't go there to just hook up, but if something happens it happens. You know what I mean?" said sans-vie.
What Sans-vie obviously meant to say was "I am clearly going to brag to you about my success at being free as I am not married and I have had great success at not only being sent to another Country on business trips, but I will get laid while I am there."

Bach is usually boring.

When asked the rhetorical question "What do you know about music?" there's a lot you could say, but would feel foolish to answer aloud. One of the things I feel pretty confident about is my understanding of it and my feelings about it. As I reflect upon my past assumptions and thoughts on music, I smile, because experience and time really do change things, and only with those two factors have my present theories been conceived.

I mention this, because the other day I watched a documentary until 2 am on the most curious man, Glenn Gould-a Canadian pianist. The doc. was called "Glenn Gould: The Russian Journey". Fan-fucking-tastic! I loved it, just for the absurdity and total change this one man created.*

*As a side-note, while watching this documentary I happened to have my sketchbook at hand and began taking lecture notes...somehow?

In 1957 Gould visited Russia. He refused to sleep in a hotel room, stating that at home he was used to sleeping on a double bed, whereas in the hotel room they had two single beds pushed together to appear as a double bed. Upon rejection, Gould stayed in a room at the Canadian Embassy for the remainder of his stay. At this time, the USSR was newly opened up to visitors, which made any foreign person a spectacle, and this may be why as many people went to see him perform anyway.
His first concert was played at the Philharmonic Hall, with only half the lower seats taken, and a few people on the second level. He played Bach-which is not played often because let's face it-it's "boring"-quoted from one Leningrad musician(1) who was present for the 2nd movement.
After the 1st movement in the 40 minute intermission, the few people there were so deeply effected by Gould's playing raced to the telephones and called up their friends, demanding they come for the 2nd movement. When the intermission was over, every seat in the hall was filled.
The eye-witness musician(1) stated that to this day 60 years later, he believes that Gould was an alien visitor on Earth.
I wonder about this, because first of all it sounds ridiculous, but then you hear this man play. If I were to try my best and describe what makes him different than anyone else, I would say it's the strange way the tempo & rhythm are so precise, his movements are just right, the phrasing and the unbelievable cadence.
His second performance was at the Maly Hall, Leningrad Philharmonic. And his 3rd performance was at the Glaznov Hall-which has terrible acoustics for the listener.

Did Gould reach a level of musical understanding more advanced than the rest of us? Was this what makes him so "alien" to us? Not even just his playing is so out-of-this-world, but the way he spoke about music. With precision, and quickly, but not withheld or restrained. The documentary showed a video clip of his lecture on music within the Leningrad conservation. He wanted to elevate the students, but they insisted on him playing Bach-which he did.
Everything about Gould intrigued the students-from the complexity of how he played, how he wore gloves and never shook hands, how his mouth was in constant motion sometimes singing, sometimes muttering- to how he sat (actually, this would intrigue anyone, since he sat on a VERY low CHAIR with his knees almost to his elbows).
Bach was not played often, for it's "unorthodox" ideas, and was not played at schools of music because everything was controlled by officers. Why didn't the officers stop him from playing Bach for the students? Who knows...perhaps the officers let the foreigner play because they thought nothing of it. Little did they know that Gould would be the spark the lit the barn on fire.

Glenn wrote letters from the USSR to his pet dog, Banquo. He wrote about how there were few stray dogs, because they were all killed in the war. The most popular kind of dog was an unclipped poodle, and that there were no collies.

"A Berlin Wall existed in music as well." - unknown.
Previously, Russian music was very Romantic, with certain styles that remained unchanging throughout the centuries. The USSR banned certain musicians and certainly anything new. Foreign records were nearly impossible to come by, and rarely sold in stores.


....to be completed