The less we say about it the better
Make it up as we go along
Feet on the ground, head in the sky
It's okay, I know nothing's wrong
- Talking Heads "This Must be the Place (Naive Melody)"
So I left my last blog saying how evil facebook was and that I would never prawl bitches no more. Well I'm back on Facebook and I don't prawl bitches too much and I should say that when I say bitches I mean it the positive gender-free sense, bitch. Why did I go back? Because it's a bloody useful communication tool and if I can set up some boundaries via Facebook then I'm all good. Funny/immature prank I pulled, when I reactivated my account I used a picture I took of what seemed to be the biggest shit I/anybody else ever took and used that as my profile pic, eventually it got demoted to second pic and eventually I decided that I didn't really want it there anymore and now it's gone. So my fastbook is finished and I can now promote this damn thing on my page again.
This blog shall be a bit scatterbrained because I've been meaning to write on a few things for a while.
My current profile picture is the album cover for Limp Bizkit's Gold Cobra. That is an album that makes me very happy. If you don't get Limp Bizkit, it's probably because you missed that three album run at the turn of the millenium and you think that the Bizkit is a band to laugh at. You are wrong, at least partly, Limp Bizkit is kind of a dumb band, I'll give you that, they're kinda silly, but they had an original sound, an ability to make rap and metal work together and a penchant for writing hit songs. Gold Cobra fits in with those first three albums in terms of quality and it's a true comeback album, bringing back the original lineup. What amazes me is that Fred Drust, Wes Borland, Sam Rivers, John Otto and DJ Lethal sound more mature as a band but they still are true to that crazy lollapaloozalistic/nu-metal sound that died when stuffy "indie" bands like the Strokes made life hard for fat kids by ending the baggy khaki era and ushering god damn skinny jeans. I'd rather be a maggot than a hipster.
The quote at the top is because I feel like Jondalar at the end of The Valley of Horses.
The title of this blog comes from my mode of praying. I never really ever got praying, whenever I've tried it, it's always this awkward inner monologue wherein I correct myself and stumble over what I say, usually I'm asking for something (Martin Scorsese's Mean Streets has a character that prays this way). A while ago though I found out that when I stretch my arms out fully it feels great. I used to do it in a Y shape but then I switched it to a t. Recently I had an epiphany that in my own way I was praying because I was putting shit out of my mind and giving myself a moment's inner peace, a way to show the world that I still love it, despite all its shit. What am I religously? An unpracticed Catholic. Anyways I call it a Jesus Christ Pose (after the Soundgarden song, of course) and I like it. Most recently I had an epiphany about all these elements aforementioned. When you hug someone you put your arms around them but the world is too large to reach around...hehe. And so with arms wide open I embrace the whole world as Jesus did on the cross. As Bruce Wayne would say, a hell of a way to die.
I love coffee. I drank my first cup last winter and it's bitterness and aftertaste have stuck with me ever since. I have friends that say tea, Tea, TEA!!!! but for me it's all about coffee. I'm not a coffee snob, I'll drink the good shit but I won't go out of my way for it. Tim Horton's is fine by me. I like drinking coffee because it makes me feel like I'm part of the machine, like the only music worth listening to is Talking Heads and Kraftwerk, like every luddite from Thomas Hardy to Gandhi had it all wrong, like Mechanix is a way better song than Four Horsemen. Coffee is great.
And you only hear the music when your heart begins to [pray]
- My Chemical Romance "The Kids from Yesterday"
(this quote actually ends with the word "break" but I heard pray for the longest time and it's a sentiment that has always stuck with me)
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