Friday, February 10, 2006
lost...in the ocean of emo-t[i]ean..wednesday of ashes.
Current mood: :-( punk gone emo sshhh.
so i don't know where you went...but i miss you...
i thought you would come,
i thought it'd be fun.
i more or less thought when compared to you,
i was dumb,
you vanished out of the blue,
lost touch,
connection lost,
un plugged,
but you seem to be non-existant,
and anti-matter of none.
i would make you soup if you had the flu.
i have worries of the whereabouts of you.
i hope there weren't any car crashes,
are you okay??
i wanted to see you skate one day,
sit with you under an oak tree in may,
wake up next to you,
when the grass,
in the early morning,
has fresh dew,
the wednesday of ashes,
to be remembered,
and have tears in eyelashes.
Thursday, February 02, 2006
robots...cars...automation...
let's see here so robots and cars...being automated..
we've got self producing robots,
and robots with human like features...
interesting... i am sure if these things progress...it could be evil and good.
But if it's going to be for evil,
We will have to put a stop to it.
However; automated cars would be nice...cars furthermore with auto-pilot would be cool.
Technology can be evil sometimes...but can be good at times.
Technology is a catch 22.
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
day of illness :: double entendre ::: double meanings...
Current mood: sick
well today went well...
i found a cool t-shirt w/ the graphic of my first skateboard...a stunt wood Tony Hawk Hawk Skull double kicktail.
Then i saw my dad in the late afternoon.
then i end up getting sick...or something...and i am still feeling kinda that way right now,
my g/f is cool...she called me right away after i left her a message saying i wasn't feeling too well this evening...and i was going to bed soon.. Sweetie, that really made my evening awesome, and I am so happy that you care for me a lot...It makes me feel all warm inside...butterflies and what not.
Saturday, October 08, 2005
blarrgh...new life i guess...randomness..what's up???
anyways, i started yoga last week with my mom, blarrgh, it kinda sucks....damn that's hard stuff to do.
anyways, i started eating healthier this week.
it seems my mom has some agenda for me to be healthier.
i guess its working: i don't know yet.
i am trying to gain weight with a gluten-free diet....i thought this was going to suck at first...but it ended up not being so bad....the only thing that sucks i can't have beer anymore dammit....but some alcohol is okay...it's just very particular to what brands and what not....my mom thinks i have ciliac disease arrrr.....blargh i hope not....and with ciliac disease you have to eat gluten-free stuff.
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i am trying to get along better with my lil' bro.
blarggh that can be hard sometimes.
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i miss everyone in savannah,
sounds like that rock art thing was pretty damn cool.
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on to another subject.
what seems to be real, isn't always real... that's something to remember...
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btw, i started typing up some new poems that i've been meaning to type up for a while now...
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i have some new pictures coming soon.
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the job hunt is going okay..i found a temporary halloween holiday job...haunted house helly yea!
me make up hopefully i can be the crimson ghost....woohoo.
i still need to see that movie: the crimson ghost..
and I may have some freelance graphic design opportunities coming around the corner...and i am fixing a few people's computers...
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i have began reading House of Leaves even though I am a slow reader.
it's interesting, crazy, zany, type...layouts etc, stories, within stories,
and a wacked out house...hmmm interesting
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i have been catching up with good ole' friends from charleston, it's been great.
i am glad that i will be in charleston a little while to catch up on things....seeing friends and what not.
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my past of being a rudeboy is coming back to me...
this speech i heard regarding domestic violence today, has brought me even more into ska once again, fighting racism, et cetera.
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Today I observed that I grew up in the age where ska punk combined with bands like AAA, NoFx, Rancid, old Less Than Jake, Skankin' Pickle etc...
the 90s wave of punk and ska.
i mean yea i do like other stuff like the sex pistols, ramones, the clash, operation ivy, etc...if you know me well enough you'd know what i mean.
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there are lot's of things i've observed lately..
a comment to a friend's blog:
"...moments like now, here with my internet, chatting, and those strange moment when u come back into contact with those once thought lost... Here i am, constantly traveling, like Dylan with no home,..."
quoth the dave, i agree with you man...when i got home i have caught up with my friends from the past....there is that bond again....the underground music scene in charleston is revived the kids older than me who i hung out when i was 12 - 14 (and past that) are in their 30s now, i am in my early 20s (where they must have been when i was 12 - 14 years old). And now you got some punk kids who are between 12 - 18, yea we are all up for a underground music show, but maybe we like different eras of punk, ska, industrial, metal, ska...or even action sports like skateboarding, surfing, bmx biking...it's changed...we used to do these sports for fun...and maybe compete every so often at local contests....
but now underground music & action sports have been getting more commercialized especially for non-fans of them...
i geuss in a nutshell, it's evolution.
The 90s were a when everything started coming together:
1) music. and the people who enjoyed it. punk got into ska, metal added in rap, etc
2) fashion trends. [some bad decisions; making the "stereotype" look for each stereotype as Aberzombie does...maybe some other place have to]
3) skateboarding, surfing, moto-X, snowboarding, action sports...started adding elements from each other forming hybrids of each other.
4) multimedia art was making a boom.
this list can go on forever.
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i am trying to learn PHP, mySQL, et cetera... anyone know this well??? I need some help....people want database work these days for the web...like for online shopping et cetera...i need someone to explain it to me...if i am referring to the wrong programming languages let me know...
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i am reading my poetry at East Bay Coffee Shop this Monday...I think I will enjoy it.
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this will be furthered in my comments to your comments...
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Friday, August 26, 2005
ABCD...the beach....123...The Edge of America [Numba 2]
Current mood: the quiet sound of calmness of a art gallery.
The smell of a beach is great. It's that aroma that brings great karma. There is this restaurant that reminds me of classic Folly Beach. It's called North Beach Grille. It also has this karma that reminds of the Wreck @ home in Charleston...
It also reminds me of eating @ Bobos Seafood with my dad...and it also gives me the feel of Sullivan's Island. It has that aroma [karma] that is brought upon at Bert's. This restaurant, North Beach Grille, reminds me of home— being a po' boy. It gave me this aroma of being with my dad in Charleston, hanging out @ the Washout and hearing the waves. It also reminds me of times I've had with my friends out on Folly Beach.
My life is a beach. [i have a pair of boardshorts that say that on them]
Swells are rolling through.
—the electronic wave surfer
Friday, June 03, 2005
pøems.
“ Spit Faced ”
Nøstril licked,
b!tter-beer f@ced,
0ne eYe brow ra!sed.
r!ght lip l0wered.
Fizz,
spitted,
splattered,
sprayed,
Glass lowered.
“ Surfer in Combat Boots”
Sandles upon weathered glass;
Steel toes kicking glass ass:
bottle or window.
[ The ] days of “surf punks”
and beach hunks.
Against All Authority of
life guards, the beach patrol (cops),
and city cops.
Anti-wind chop.
Boards of dings, chops, scrapes, making chunks;
possibly taken by a shark pit.
Body damage of dings, chops, scrapes of drunks;
possibly taken from a mosh pit.
A surfer in combat boots.
“ The Process ”
First, you think.
Then you click button by button,
and link by link.
Then comes out ink.
The electric socket of sorrow
O-Shaped; open mouth.
Bursts of cries and tears;
Eyes slightly tilted like razor blades.
Love sick.
Hands against face,
as if they were cushioning sorrow.
A flame is a water drop.
A cube is an ice block.
Snow is cocaine.
Water, snow, ice alike,
is glass.
Then, the rest is grass.
“The [ electric ) socket “
sparks of the noise of AC / DC.
Exclamatory!!!!! ial faced.
Shøcked from being stopped and plugged up.
Amps & V0LTs explode and are excreted.
“Poetry is Design”
Cut and Pasted,
and revised,
version among version,
along to another version.
Line by Line, Line to Line.
Completed at one time,
revised again another,
slashed and burned by critics–
so the process is again:
cut and pasted,
and revised,
until fixed.
“ The |>eA+H (of a soldier ) “
A decal-
Freedom?
A ribbon?
A noose.
A soldier’s pride?
A soldier’s death?
A soldier’s honor?–
Fighting for a kingdom–
( Land) of the U.S.–
between death and life,
a soldier may triumph,
or strife.
A noose around a skull.
A tug, A pull,
A , A
A p0p of a rope.
Liberty,
Has a broken wing.
A government of faith:
Christ and the Devil,
in one place.
A fish, rotten, amongst the stench of hell.
A fish grilled upon molten charcoal.
Boiling up fish oil,
Fish ate by none,
spoiled, splattered.
The death of a soldier.
“ The Band of Tattoos,…”
Music,
Mimicking,
Repetition,
Design,
of sound + art,
sound is visual,
dance,
legs of pants,
voice rants.
Dance.
Swirl,
Twirl,
Spin,
the record
and the lines.
Music is visual.
Ink makes sound.
Sound makes ink.
The tags,
The marks.
The names.
Acclaimed Fames.
The decors,
the myst–
of spray,
dot by dot,
drip by drip,
The canvases,
outdoors,
On the windows,
shackled up by boards.
On metal,
shining armor,
revealing one’s seal.
Painting and Sculpting,
like skateboarding;
Bearings spin,
your bearings anywhere,
from point a to point b.
Scraping metal,
kissing cement,
erasing paint,
mixing paint,
metal carving metal,
rubber melted;
by a hot kiln.
Asphalt and cement alike–
cement, asphalt, and metal–
being your canvas;
slashed,
melted,
and painted.
Monday, May 30, 2005
is skateboarding becoming my life? graffiti maybe too?
Current mood: bored
in sense yes; I intern for a skateboarding, surfing, snowboarding, moto-X clothing company, I work at an art gallery that currently has an exhibit up that has blank skateboard decks that have been hand painted, drawings of skateboarding, a video of skateboarding, graffiti, etc.
I go home last weekend and there ends up being a show and i catch it; it's at a sk8park that's hidden...shh can't tell you where it is....
it'd ruin the secret location. It's not where you'd expect one to be.
Any hew; I also had decided a week ago to start sk8boarding at the sk8park near the clothing company I intern for; it's free admission and just requires a helmet.
Sk8boarding in my opinion has brought together numerous influences such as underground punk rawk, a lil' taste of ska, dub, hip-h0p, underground low brow (heh should be high brow) art, illustration, graffiti, et cetera. But is it becoming my life?
It's basically sidewalk surfing. haha.
And I think I may want to go see Dog Town when it comes out...ssshhh don't tell anyone.
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