end of an era

i realize this is a little late but JVC recently ended its epic reign of VCR production (gizmodo article). another chapter in the dark story of the video-genocide. i will forever cherish the VHS cassettes for a listless number of reasons and feelings. feelings which our known "words" cannot do justice. but mainly i will remember...
-their durability
-their default black outfit (not to mention the sweet neon-colored kind, think
Johnny Mnemonic)
-their delightfully kitsch jacket covers







Rest
In
Players
1975-2008

CYBER PROOF

wabash on the brain

i love it when i actually bother to look at the title of a jazz standard that consistently gets stuck in my noggin. you know, so i don't have to try and sing it out in some whacked out "dee's" and "doot's", sayin' "yeah i think cannonball played it a few times". i guess i'm not that great with titles anywho, except for movie titles. i'm constantly realizing that all of the worthless knowledge/hearsay/gossip crap floatin' around in my head is mostly to do with films/movies i've never seen. what-the-fuck good does that do me? ahhhh, writing about it on here makes it even lamer some how. haha, just bloggin' dude. just bloggin' yer dog, dawg. sorry for hoggin' the globulous blog, bro.

HOW DOES THE BIBLE BESEECH SUCH?

nothing like a little door-to-door politricking with mom to start out the day. it's funny how i will whine and whine about doing such a thing and then once i get going i realize that i need to do more things that make me uncomfortable. "thank you alex for going outside of your comfort zone", awww gotta love 'er. countless things to love and appreciate currently, well and always. i'm just in a position which supplies me with an appreciative perspective. i am also at SRO and should SR-GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
love, alex

MY PHILOSOPHY

don't give a shit about philosophy classes. don't read before you go to sleep or when you get up early specifically to read...don't. just eat some golden grahams right out of the bag as you ponder metaphysics and epistemology on your own, so you don't have to be "that guy" in philosophy class. it's fine to speak up and participate in class, but seriously, no one cares about what bourgy family your boyfriend knows back at yale.
it's only an hour and 15 minute class, and then arthur bryant's shall happen with ethan and my 91 year old grandma. yesssss.

TECHNOLOGICALLY SPOILED

pretty sure 'technologically' isn't real, but then again
i'm a wastoid right now. oh- and i guess spell check says
otherwise! it came to me as i was realizing how
fucking impatient these internets and technologies have
made me. it's like i expect everything to be magically done
within 10 minutes. yikes. i forgot that some things take
'virtual' work and that it can be strangely enjoyable. i
scanned like 3 images late last night and just tinkered
for about an hour and a half, ending up with nothing worth
saving, but you know, figurin' shit out.

right now: magically get ready for class within 10 minutes
by hopping into my very own personal computer which
takes care of it all.

go to bread, fool

my poor body, i've not been too kind to it as of late. it makes me wonder how much better i would feel if i went about sustaining myself in a more direct fashion. maybe i should get with some sort of "program". eh, no way. i just need to accept that i can't afford the fancy feasts in life right now. just storm onward, filling the gaps with slices of bread and apples.

arrrgh. in other news, i was reminded tonight that next week i have to play in lawrence on tuesday and thursday for fun and maybe a small portion of gas money. hooray. oh and i was mistaken for a woman again today, gotta be the hair, right? i gotta start keepin' tabs.

i've been meaning to post a link to this on here. tips on forgetting life sucks