Thursday, February 5, 2009
The Alpha of my Internet Reltaionship.
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Saturday, January 31, 2009
Coming from a design perspective, this video is brilliant.
Coming from an artistic perspective, this video is breathtaking.
Coming from a musicians perspective, this video is astounding.
I've never once heard this song until seeing this video, and I'm in love. From the lyrics to how the melody is carried acappella, is just simply moving.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
The Soul of Doriftoooo
So, I love cars. I love racing. I love cars racing.
Also, I love drifting. Although highly unpractical, I still find that it's still a very technical and sometimes elegant form of motor sport. Therefore I love it.
I share a passion with anyone who claims to have motor oil running in their veins, and with a heart made out of an iron block. However at this stage in the Tao of Motorsports I see that a car is no longer a car, and a race is no longer a race. Of course in time a car will soon become a car, and a race will some become but just a race.
Until then, this is my nirvana.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Oblivion's Soundtrack
So, for the longest time I've had a handful of music from various artists that I could envision being part of the soundtrack to the end of the world.
Though they all posses the trait of a slow procession, tragic melodies with sweet lyrics, and a sort of acceptance in the finish.
Though they all posses the trait of a slow procession, tragic melodies with sweet lyrics, and a sort of acceptance in the finish.
Phase 1:
Radiohead////////////////Videotape
After giving In Rainbows a good once over I was requested by a close fried to rexamine the song, and give a thesis of my ideas on it.
However after finally surrendering my ears to the song a good number of times, I felt a wave of emotion.
The wave originates during the lines,
"No matter what, happens now. I won't be afraid, because I know today has been the most perfect day I've ever seen."
Not so much for the fact it's a terribly heartbreaking line, but rather the fact that perhaps I'll never hear something so beautiful again.
Which was where the flood began.
Phase 2:
However after finally surrendering my ears to the song a good number of times, I felt a wave of emotion.
The wave originates during the lines,
"No matter what, happens now. I won't be afraid, because I know today has been the most perfect day I've ever seen."
Not so much for the fact it's a terribly heartbreaking line, but rather the fact that perhaps I'll never hear something so beautiful again.
Which was where the flood began.
Phase 2:
This one is sort of a give away, seeing it's implications to the Earth ending in it's reference to Hitchickers Guide to the Galaxy.
But It's the simple and sweet things which make me believe we all won't be shitting our pants when the earth starts to split into pieces.
But rather accept it, and find someone close to love for a moment. Euphoria induced via Coldplay.
But It's the simple and sweet things which make me believe we all won't be shitting our pants when the earth starts to split into pieces.
But rather accept it, and find someone close to love for a moment. Euphoria induced via Coldplay.
With the rising elements in this music it's hard not to visualize all that we know and enjoy crumbling down around our ears.
From the somber tone of voice, to the incredibly isolated feeling of state I often need to check my pulse by the end of it.
Incredible piece.
From the somber tone of voice, to the incredibly isolated feeling of state I often need to check my pulse by the end of it.
Incredible piece.
Phase 4:
Arcade Fire//////////////////My Body Is A Cage
Again with the theme of rising action being a huge attribute to a human finale.
However this one really doesn't contain any lyrics to support the claim,
I'm more than certain you'll find you're own definition and be willing to add it to the situation.
However the wall of noise effect on this song is a genius piece, and will never be over looked.
Even long after we're gone. :]
Oregon and it's Informal Edification
Since being in such an isolated place, with lovely weather (to me at least). It helps my mind open and observe peacefully. Something about the organic surroundings and the simple life are so appealing, however I still can't draw my self from the concrete throws of Las Vegas. The quiet townships, and the unapparent ignorance of the citizens isolated from the hustle and bustle of the city life of a young adult.
Apparently I'm either incredibly biased or I'm spot on, but I'll never know. What would be even greater is if this society of boat enthusiasts and fishermen were actually an idol worshiping cult, other than in a Christian sense. Like an alligator wearing a silly hat idol, who they believe devours the sun at night and sails the sea in a Corvette made of human remains.
I am somewhat recording random ideas and general thoughts in a sketchpad, which isn't very good, but I will publish after I get back to Vegas. They're never full thoughts, fully thought out because of the constraints of paper and the amount of time my hand can grasp an ink staff before unbearable pain sets in. Yeah arthritis is looming over me like a dark cloud ready to rain down bowling balls on my my tender fucking knuckles. However I try to spill as much as I can before the timer is up. I do think I'll translate them in to fully legible through text, well thought out pieces of writing, instead of my wingding chants on whats obvious to me.
Growing up I had the notion that these folks around Tillamook, Garibaldi, Astoria, and of course Rockaway were all well natured people with a modest life. After the past few days in and out of various establishments it's not so much the case.
The encounter:
Browsing through a local market, nothing like the huge chains of markets I'm used to ie: Smiths, Albertsons, Luckys, Right-Aid, and the like, I overheard a baffling conversation I certainly shouldn't have walked into. After inspecting the soda closets for options I come around the corner to some tall bastard with the typical Bronco-Drivers mustache. "So I'm fucking standing there in a ya know, medical gown thing, and I fuckin' grab my schlong and yell, 'Is this what you want?!'" It's like walking into the middle of Pulp Fiction during Zed's rape scene. It's just something you're not prepared for and will have you baffled. I really hope there was a happy ending to that story because afterall you can really only go down hill from being in a gown with your dick in your hand.
More to come, if you're interested.
Cheers.
Apparently I'm either incredibly biased or I'm spot on, but I'll never know. What would be even greater is if this society of boat enthusiasts and fishermen were actually an idol worshiping cult, other than in a Christian sense. Like an alligator wearing a silly hat idol, who they believe devours the sun at night and sails the sea in a Corvette made of human remains.
I am somewhat recording random ideas and general thoughts in a sketchpad, which isn't very good, but I will publish after I get back to Vegas. They're never full thoughts, fully thought out because of the constraints of paper and the amount of time my hand can grasp an ink staff before unbearable pain sets in. Yeah arthritis is looming over me like a dark cloud ready to rain down bowling balls on my my tender fucking knuckles. However I try to spill as much as I can before the timer is up. I do think I'll translate them in to fully legible through text, well thought out pieces of writing, instead of my wingding chants on whats obvious to me.
Growing up I had the notion that these folks around Tillamook, Garibaldi, Astoria, and of course Rockaway were all well natured people with a modest life. After the past few days in and out of various establishments it's not so much the case.
The encounter:
Browsing through a local market, nothing like the huge chains of markets I'm used to ie: Smiths, Albertsons, Luckys, Right-Aid, and the like, I overheard a baffling conversation I certainly shouldn't have walked into. After inspecting the soda closets for options I come around the corner to some tall bastard with the typical Bronco-Drivers mustache. "So I'm fucking standing there in a ya know, medical gown thing, and I fuckin' grab my schlong and yell, 'Is this what you want?!'" It's like walking into the middle of Pulp Fiction during Zed's rape scene. It's just something you're not prepared for and will have you baffled. I really hope there was a happy ending to that story because afterall you can really only go down hill from being in a gown with your dick in your hand.
More to come, if you're interested.
Cheers.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Kure Kure Takora (Gimmie Gimmie Octopus)
I somehow receive a huge sense of nostalgia from watching this, although I'm not a child of the 70's, nor am I Japanese. However I know this is something I would have loved to watch when I was a dumpling.
Nothing makes any sense, but the art is such a huge draw. The totally over the top characters, and the simple backgrounds make this a lovely waste of time. I also think they threw the question marks in there because the editors had no idea what was going on either.
Hooray for Kure Kure Takora.
Monday, December 22, 2008
What would Jesus drive?
The Honda FCX Clarity. The supposed Messiah for the modern automobile.
The most important automobile in 100 years?
Agreed.
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