Tengo que estudiar

After sleeping in 'til 8pm today, I temporarily avoided studying for my Spanish final by watching Dragon: the Bruce Lee Story. I haven't seen it almost 10 years, so I was generally interested in the story of Lee's life rather than just simply looking for entertainment. The story was compelling, and it blows my mind the fact that someone in such shape died at only 32 from brain swelling and a muscle relaxer. I did some research and read that Lee was an atheist, and is regarded as only of the most physically and mentally fit athletes in history. I'd really like to read one of his books on philosophy and fitness because I think it might be of actual interest to me. I've used to regard the idea of Bruce Lee as a "silly karate actor", but I just think that's what most people get to witness.

Fun facts:
-Lee's striking speed from 3 feet with his hands down by his side reached
5 hundredths of a second.
-In a speed demonstration, Lee could snatch a dime off a person's open
palm before they could close it, and leave a penny behind.
-Lee could perform push ups using only his thumbs.


Really though, I need to ace this Spanish final or I'm fucked.

Videos, unrelated, but they never get old, and the parody as just as good if not better than the original:

21st Century Life

If you haven't heard Sam Sparro yet, you need to. It's a modern, dancy, funky, soulful whiteboy that reminds me of prince. I mean, he kind of seems like a really big tool, but I also feel like he doesn't really take himself too serious. Oh well, the music is fun and great for moods of the upper and brighter emotional status. Be sure to check him out.

Docile

I'd like a new layout, and maybe if I fucking feel like it, I'll get around to changing it.

I wonder when people will stop thinking they've got such a hold on what classifies as art and design.

I wonder when people of Baltimore will stop making this shitty "ghetto-tech, let's just have so much fun, brightly colored" music that's getting us more recognition than needed. And by recognition I mean loyal Parisian followers and a write up in Rolling Stone and Playboy Magazine.

I've been trying my best to word it properly, and I think I'm just having a really rough week, or maybe even a rough year, but I'm trying my best to hang on to the things that I think actually appeal to me, and hope that they are not just things to distract me from myself.

This is unrelated, but very relative. http://dearoldlove.tumblr.com/
Some of these are clever, some of these are hilarious. Most are heartbreaking.

Boxer Rebellion

It's time for a serious vacation.
My mind is already gone, but I am still physically here.
Inept.

Fordlandia is one of the most beautiful albums I've ever heard.

The past few years I've gained an incredible desire for the music of modern-day composers and foreign avant-garde classical artists. I find passion and beauty in all music, but very few actually connect with me through tones and minimalist compositions that aren't included in this fantasy-genre of mine. Maybe it's how closely some of these compositions resemble my own methods and pieces that allow me to relate so well. They remind me so much of "audio journals" which have been my primary outlet for the past few years. It's the best personal therapy, next to exercise, that I'm beginning to swear by, to help me learn to appreciate myself a little more. Things can sometimes be really unnerving and emotionally destructive, especially when the only real thing to blame is yourself, and I constantly feel like I'm stacking thicker and thicker layers upon a seal that will just eventually give way from the weight. I just keep telling myself, that one day I'll look back and appreciate each and every struggle, and know that I am the man that I always wanted to be, and know that these carefully fabricated little moments will calmly reassure me.


this is the world that we live in, and I feel myself get tired

Jamais Vu

It seems like everything is falling into and out of place. Like small circles through proportioned squares. Listening to my ANTHRO professor talk is like hearing an aged relative blabber on about some shitty war story. I'm beginning to wonder if I'm actually ADD or I just really loathe school. I need rest, I need the company of my friends, I need to catch up on reading, I need more time for my music, and I need more time to work out. All of the above, including spicy foods might I add, aid in the release of endorphins to my brain, THUS, a positive August. Let's be real here too, it's going to be a lonely and musically productive fall.

fuck

Like the Ocean Floor, I'm Thinking

I just got home from the pianos/caution children tour. To say the least, it was a breath of fresh air and just the right amount of self-reflection I needed, yet I feel even more indifferent than I did before I left. Once you have a taste of the world outside of your routines and social boundaries, you long for more, but begin to appreciate "home" for what it is and not for what it lacks. 

I don't need to repeat anything that was said, name-drop anyone I met, or mention any place that I saw. It's all where it needs to be, and everything both positive and negative made yet another experience memorable enough in itself. The Caution Children, however, are wonderful individuals and musicians and I wish we had spent more time with them. Their music will fit perfectly into my little book of nostalgia in a pretty big chapter of my life.

Sidenotes:

New contacts won't fit right.

1 year of school left = anxiousness, depression, excitement

Haven't worked out in 2 weeks, big no-no.

I'm in love with every little part of nothing.

Reset

When I look at past posts, I'm embarrassed of myself. When I think of how I feel, and how I act, and things that I like, I don't want to like or embody those things anymore. Always foreword, never back. I care too much about my appearance.