Here's another cross-poster from my other website. Only because I'm bored this morning. Two weeks ago (it was a Monday night), I finally got the book I had ordered from Amazon.com three weeks previous - Bone by Jeff Smith. I was ecstatic. I had wanted to read the large, 1400-plus page epic for months, but hadn't been able to purchase it as I was living in Spain, and upon returning I couldn't justify purchasing it until all my school expenses were in order. But having all of my duc...
Sigur Rós: Með Suð í Eyrum Við Spilum Endalaust Year: 2008 Click here for the artist's site Sigur Rós is, to me at least, inexplicably popular. I don't really understand how a band that sings in either Icelandic or a made-up language and that composes as down-tempo and chill music as they do gets as large of a following as they do. I've been a fan of theirs on and off si...
The Mars Volta, The Bedlam in Goliath Year: 2008 Click here for the artist's site The Mars Volta seems like a band that you either get or you don't. There's not a lot of middle ground with a band as marginalized (and marginalizing), eclectic, and strange as they are. That's not to say there's not a lot to like about them - there most certainly is. Their debut LP, De-Loused in the Comatorium , ...
Maybeshewill: Not for Want of Trying Year: 2007 Click here for the artist's site Maybeshewill is a band that I was introduced to only a few weeks ago, through a recommendation of my last.fm software. The thirty-second clip it gave me was very reminiscent of the impeccable post-industrial band 65daysofstatic (even the name - words run together - seemed to suggest serious ties). So after a bit of sear...
Made Out of Babies, The Ruiner Year: 2008 Click here for the artist's site When I first got my hands on Made Out of Babies' sophomore effort, Coward , I couldn't say enough good about it. I loved (and continue to love) that album. I still think it's one of the most frightening records I've ever heard. It's brutal, it's ugly, it's engaging, and it's scary. I can remember thinking to myself, There's...
It's been heartening to see the response on my last Spain post, ' Does anyone even care '. It's made me smile. Really it has. Thanks to sister Cedarbird, brother BlueDev, ForeverSerenity, DynaMaso, CharlesCS, little-whip, RoyLevosh, uDigItTheMost, InBloom, momijiki, mikeb1954, skybright, Ockham'sRazor, asaxygirl, and everyone else who's trudged through those wordy, fat, ugly posts. I enjoyed posting them, and it was always a pleasure to read the comments. But I'm tire...
Is anyone even reading my Spain stories anymore? I know there are a few (a very few) stalwarts, but I'm beginning to wonder if it's even worth the effort. -- 29 May 2008. 7:54pm. We sat there, the two of us, for the better part of the afternoon. I should have been studying, but what can I say? Sometimes you just have to neglect stuff like that in lieu of more pressing concerns. The sand was warm on my toes, the sun beating down on me, reddening my straw...
NASCAR is a Yankee invention to keep the South placated; they will never rise again. -- Here's an idea - if you're going to sing along in an ugly voice to a crappy song, why don't you at least make sure you know the words, stupid? Your mom called, Pervy. She hates you as much as I do and hopes you get robbed when you're in Morocco. -- Sometimes I wish I could make people understand The Mars Volta, because no one seems to. Yes, they're overwhelming, and they m...
Ugh. I haven't gotten my visa yet, because of stupid complications with the school and the Christmas holiday. It's got me seriously stressed out - I can't sleep, I can't eat, I feel sick to my stomach all the time, and my quality of life isn't that great right now, consequently. And I'm going to feel this way until I get the visa, because everything is riding on that damned thing. If I don't have it, I'm screwed. I'll lose my scholarships, because I won't be going to school this semest...
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Just non-thinking (posting without reading, editing, etc. first), since it's almost more fun that way - ---- A god (small "g") who would automatically damn his children without any hope of redemption is an asshole. (Thus the small "g".) A God who truly loves his children would provide a way for EVERY. SINGLE. ONE of them to come back to him. Whether they do or not is up to them, but it doesn't change the fact that the opportunity is there for everyone. Thoughts to the contrary ...
No hay ninguna cosa, ninguna razón que me hace no querer ir a España. Había una cosa, pero ya esto se acabó. Hace mucho, me enamoré de mi mejor amiga, pero nunca le dije nada, como el estúpido que soy. Pero tengo buenas razones por las cuales no dije nada - siempre tenía novio ella, de hecho ¿qué pude decir? Mantengo - absolutamente nada. Ella tuvo tiempos buenos con él, y tiempos malos. Y estuve allá como amigo siempre, pase lo que pase. Salió ella en una misión para la iglesia, y...
Friday and that. Sitting at work, listening to the incomparable voice of Maria Christensen, thinking about the homework that's due this weekend that I have yet to start. I'm gonna play my guitar when I get home. I'm actually going to eat lunch today; I'm thinking an Arby's sub is in my future. Friday and that. I want a seven-string guitar. I want a mandolin. But I have to save my money for Spain. So . . . no new instruments. (Besides, I have eight stringed things. You'...
Ya que estoy en la escuela otra vez, no he tenido tiempo de pensar sobre nada. Así es la vida, por supuesta, pero no quiere decir que me gusta esta situación . . . Pero, tengo algunas noticias que quiero compartir con vosotros. A todos los que dicen que el bachillerato en español no sirve de nada: Largaos. Id al diablo, y jodeos. Y NO ME IMPORTAN UN PITO. A todos los que tratan de forzar su supuesta “cristianismo” en los demás: Callaos. Quitad la madera de vuestro fregado ojo a...
Back from Hawai'i. What a miserable thing, coming back to civilization after more than a week of pleasurable playtime, a whole nine days of not having to think about work, the looming school semester . . . ANYTHING AT ALL. A week to enjoy a totally new and unexplored (for me at least) place, a tropical paradise filled with green valleys, majestic mountains, painfully clear blue waters, and plenty to see, hear, eat, try, and experience. And now we present . . . the drudgery. Welcome ...