Hipster ?????
Is it a noun, adjective, belief, feeling, moral dilemma, state of being?
In the urban dictionary Hipster is defined as :
1- "people in thier teens to 20s who generally listen to indie rock, hang out in coffee shops, shop at the thrift store and talk about things like books, music, films and art."
2-"You, for reading ironic, pseudo-intellectual dictionary entries on the word "hipster"."
3-"Listens to bands that you have never heard of. Has hairstyle that can only be described as "complicated." (Most likely achieved by a minimum of one week not washing it.) Probably tattooed. Maybe gay. Definitely cooler than you. Reads Black Book, Nylon, and the Styles section of the New York Times. Drinks Pabst Blue Ribbon. Often. Complains. Always denies being a hipster. Hates the word. Probably living off parents money - and spends a great deal of it to look like they don't have any."
I personally think anyone who can be constituted as a hipster was probably a very talented artist / musician in High School, who probably had a lot to offer, but not in the "ass-hole popularity contest cool" way. And then these people get a bit older, find more people like themselves, start to be attracted to rust on bikes, clothes with holes, and coffee at 3am. These people are now the cool, set the tone crew, and we are not a part of them....but i respect them.
In the urban dictionary Hipster is defined as :
1- "people in thier teens to 20s who generally listen to indie rock, hang out in coffee shops, shop at the thrift store and talk about things like books, music, films and art."
2-"You, for reading ironic, pseudo-intellectual dictionary entries on the word "hipster"."
3-"Listens to bands that you have never heard of. Has hairstyle that can only be described as "complicated." (Most likely achieved by a minimum of one week not washing it.) Probably tattooed. Maybe gay. Definitely cooler than you. Reads Black Book, Nylon, and the Styles section of the New York Times. Drinks Pabst Blue Ribbon. Often. Complains. Always denies being a hipster. Hates the word. Probably living off parents money - and spends a great deal of it to look like they don't have any."
I personally think anyone who can be constituted as a hipster was probably a very talented artist / musician in High School, who probably had a lot to offer, but not in the "ass-hole popularity contest cool" way. And then these people get a bit older, find more people like themselves, start to be attracted to rust on bikes, clothes with holes, and coffee at 3am. These people are now the cool, set the tone crew, and we are not a part of them....but i respect them.
work
So my ass is sore. Yes, my ass. How is my ass sore? Because all I do all damn day is sit in a chair (it is a nice leather chair mind you). Sit in a chair and type on this keyboard, staring at this computer screen, bitching to you fine people. This is ridiculous. I need to do something with my time.
do you think Alaska corrupts people?
I have heard that burley hairy men and unkept surley women have been known to wonder this far away land, building igloos, hunting praire dogs, and feeding off of the puss of mosquitoe bites.
San Fran
Does San Fran "corrupt" people? or do people just go there so they have an excuse?
It is like Las Vegas, except for longer than one night.
It is like Las Vegas, except for longer than one night.
this thing on my face
I took the plundge since moving to SF. I chopped my hair, changed my underwear preference (im not going to divulge how), and got a big piece of metal in my lip. As my wonderful friend Combs states, its not so much in my lip, its more b/w my lip and chin. Its on my left (when you look at me its on the right). Its on my left because i feel more "balanced" with things on my left, but thats getting into a whole different messed up part of myself.
I find this little piercing quite adorbale (hence the reason i put it in my face), but it has caused me a few problems. Mainly when I am doing things quickly with my mouth (does that sound bad). For instance, speaking quickly on the phone, eating too fast without any regard to the post inside my gum, or intimant moments with a certain someone (who am i kidding, change that to plural).
This small metal ball has gotten pulled back into my lip numerous times, where as I pause whatever im doing to push it back through. Attractive huh?! I wonder if this is ever actually going to stop, or will I always have to be cautious. Maybe its a sign my body is shouting at me. Along with that shout Im sure its telling me to get my ass on the tred mill.
I find this little piercing quite adorbale (hence the reason i put it in my face), but it has caused me a few problems. Mainly when I am doing things quickly with my mouth (does that sound bad). For instance, speaking quickly on the phone, eating too fast without any regard to the post inside my gum, or intimant moments with a certain someone (who am i kidding, change that to plural).
This small metal ball has gotten pulled back into my lip numerous times, where as I pause whatever im doing to push it back through. Attractive huh?! I wonder if this is ever actually going to stop, or will I always have to be cautious. Maybe its a sign my body is shouting at me. Along with that shout Im sure its telling me to get my ass on the tred mill.
Mentality
Can you succeed if you are not self absorbed and don't believe you are the only one that can do things as well as you?
Sayings
I know you have heard of these....
Saying 1: There are a lot of fish in the sea...
Saying 2: He/She is (or will be) sleeping with the fish(es)....
Does this mean that although there are "a lot of fish in the sea", you have to be dead to sleep with them??
Saying 1: There are a lot of fish in the sea...
Saying 2: He/She is (or will be) sleeping with the fish(es)....
Does this mean that although there are "a lot of fish in the sea", you have to be dead to sleep with them??
tip snatchers?
In my "get away" "interesting" "all to trouble making" "ill fill you in later" weekend I took a little day trip to Santa Cruz. While in Santa Cruz i visited a cookie / ice cream shop, because god knows after filling your belly up on Mexican theres always room for a little sweet. And so, enjoying samples of mocha chocolate mint oreo fudge ice cream (yes all one flavor) i glanced at the tip jug (yes jug because it was enormous). In the tip jug was change, dollar bills, and WATER. yes, water. What water would be doing in the tip jar, oh excuse me, jug, i do not know, and so I asked. Low and behold I guess people (or snatchers as i am going to call them) were reaching their little claw like evil fingers in the tip jug, and stealing the cash. STEALING the cash. Who in their right minds would steal tip money? Especially from a cute litttle cookie / ice cream shop? Well, what I found almost more disturbing was the fact that to stop these snatchers they thought the best solution was to fill the jug with water. I find this more disturbing because it kind of ruins the whole idea of tipping. Sure, no one should reach in and steal these 17 year old, hormone raging, pimple popping, high school workers' cash flow...but.....filling the jug with money?! You might as well say, hey, we are so completely "selfish" for lack of a better word, that we are going to "protect" our tips. Tips are given when earned, and should not be an expected perk with the job. I remember slaving away at a Chevron Deli when I was 17, getting a dollar a day in tips and cherishing those four quaters. You don't have the tips to begin with, and you shouldn't go to extra, beyond ridiculous lengths to keep them. Appreciate and be greatful for what you have. and also...dont be a snatcher. :) thank you!
the re-meeting of people
In a matter of 24hrs I re-met 2 people who i had previously met. Its kind of embarassing when you re-meet them. When they had remembered the conversation. Remembered me getting all smart ass about their Smith glasses. About how I raved about my Nintendo Wii skills (i suck). About how I can down 3 beers in 1 minute (totally cant). About how I can run a 8 min mile (like when i was 13, maybe). About how we should go dancing, and play pool, and darts with one hand. Man, can't I get all buffed up, chest puffed when a bit of alcohol gets in these veins of mine. Soem would argue, "oh no el capitano, thats you always". And to them I would like to say, i'm sorry if I come off like that, mainly im joking being a smart ass, and although i think i am quite a talented, skilled, athletic, and good looking being...theres no way i could kick anyones ass at anything. That is of course unless I get lucky. So. please dont take me all serious ya'll. Thanks,
Going back to these drunken numbers....what does that mean when you have to re-meet these people. Am I an alcoholic? Or is it their fault that they gave their numbers to a drunken idiot. I mean, really. What does that say about them?!!!
Going back to these drunken numbers....what does that mean when you have to re-meet these people. Am I an alcoholic? Or is it their fault that they gave their numbers to a drunken idiot. I mean, really. What does that say about them?!!!
pseudo friend date
Yes, a pseudo friend date. Whatever thats supposed to mean. I think its a time for a person and another person to get together, enjoy their company alone, but not be committed to it being anything. So im on my pseudo friend date. Well i actually i was on a "hang out with a bunch of friends evening". It was supposed to be a pseudo friend date, but then we all were having a little too much fun playing spoons in a Irish pub with naked men porn cards. Spoons turned into pool. Pool turned into burritos. Burritos turned into a 4 hour get to know you discussion in the car. And its then that i felt like i was back in HS.
What could be one of the most embarrassing things to happen to a girl on a date. Besides farting in the morning in bed, or waking up with no toothbrush (i do not imply that a date means you are going to stay the night...but roll with me on this). So as my pseudo friend date is leaving the car (mind she was wearing very very thin soccer shorts) (granted my car is very dark, and granted the seats are grey leather) a shiny shimmery type thing was smeared across the seat. The moment i saw this, i knew exactly what it was. I mean, it was kind of obvious. Either shes really sweaty in that thigh/ass area, or..... yeah. She played it like "oh, i dont know what it is" (i shouldnt have said anything). Then she called. She called and felt so bad. Was so embarrassed. And it was pretty damn funny to hear her not be able to spit it out.
Sure to the person it happens to its probably the most embarrassing thing ever, but to the other, its just kind of funny. With all this said, I had a pseudo friend date come visit me, and he stayed in my bed when he was here. I have white sheets, and low and behold, the same damn thing happened to me. I was embarrassed a bit, but i guess that fact that he was so cool with it made it not a big deal. My other pseudo date doesnt know that this happened to me, and theres no way im going to tell her.
What could be one of the most embarrassing things to happen to a girl on a date. Besides farting in the morning in bed, or waking up with no toothbrush (i do not imply that a date means you are going to stay the night...but roll with me on this). So as my pseudo friend date is leaving the car (mind she was wearing very very thin soccer shorts) (granted my car is very dark, and granted the seats are grey leather) a shiny shimmery type thing was smeared across the seat. The moment i saw this, i knew exactly what it was. I mean, it was kind of obvious. Either shes really sweaty in that thigh/ass area, or..... yeah. She played it like "oh, i dont know what it is" (i shouldnt have said anything). Then she called. She called and felt so bad. Was so embarrassed. And it was pretty damn funny to hear her not be able to spit it out.
Sure to the person it happens to its probably the most embarrassing thing ever, but to the other, its just kind of funny. With all this said, I had a pseudo friend date come visit me, and he stayed in my bed when he was here. I have white sheets, and low and behold, the same damn thing happened to me. I was embarrassed a bit, but i guess that fact that he was so cool with it made it not a big deal. My other pseudo date doesnt know that this happened to me, and theres no way im going to tell her.
I wonder
Upon my weary eyed awake this morning, following my dull shower until I used Holiday Spiced aromatic something shower gel, and a hearty breakfast of semi-stale Cherios.... I casually rummaged through my sock drawer to find my daily pair of dress socks. Interestingly enough I happened upon my only "pair", and found one to be of a delightful brown color and the other to be a textured/patterned black. Each quite enchanting in their own right, but combined...I wonder. Following a momentary quandary over my next move I boldly slid each onto their respective foot and marched to the office.
Sometimes I wonder how I am able to deceive people into believing that I am not a social conundrum, and am overall a decently normal dude. How do I get away with it?
Sometimes I wonder how I am able to deceive people into believing that I am not a social conundrum, and am overall a decently normal dude. How do I get away with it?
Harry Potter
http://www.cnn.com/2007/SHOWBIZ/books/07/05/harrypotter.mythology.ap/index.html
I love that news on CNN. CNN. CNN can be about Harry Potter, and its totally legit. Getting on my bus the other day there was a dashing older gentleman (maybe 30), dressed all business like, carrying his breifcase, and reading Harry Potter, Order of the Pheonix. I love that its totally accepted for adults to be reading something considered a childrens book. Then again, if i had walked on the bus and he was reading, oh I dont know, lets say, some sleezy teenage romance "novel" what would i say. Where does one cross the line of acting your age, and enjoying your youth? more on this later with more observations and im not sick of thinking.
I love that news on CNN. CNN. CNN can be about Harry Potter, and its totally legit. Getting on my bus the other day there was a dashing older gentleman (maybe 30), dressed all business like, carrying his breifcase, and reading Harry Potter, Order of the Pheonix. I love that its totally accepted for adults to be reading something considered a childrens book. Then again, if i had walked on the bus and he was reading, oh I dont know, lets say, some sleezy teenage romance "novel" what would i say. Where does one cross the line of acting your age, and enjoying your youth? more on this later with more observations and im not sick of thinking.
Bill Clinton
Yeah, did i mention i saw him. Ya know, the former president of the United States of America. I was lazily walking around downtown frisco, calling my homies trying to figure out what to do on a thursday evening (i dont know if it actually was a thu, but ill pretend). what i actually should have been doing was going home, working out, and enjoying a nice relaxing evening, perhaps watching a movie. but oh no, i was calling around seeing what bar was hoppn'. soooo anyways, as im calling a friend (yes pfenning that would be you), resting my elbows on a newspaper holder thingy, I look up, and directly in front of me, paused at a stop light, was the former (and quite possibly current) Cigar Fucker chilln in a black SUV. His window was the only one not tinted. And so, as you might imagine, i couldnt help but stare. and stare I did. For the entire 30 sec of that red light. and pfenning, im sorry, because i think i lost all idea of what we were talking about. so, the Cigar fucker was drinking, if i remember correctly, Mountain Springs water. Could have been Arrowhead.
speaking of Bill Clinton i read an article in the NY Times today about the Clintons political run. and whether or not Bill is hurting or helping Hilary. I think it shouldnt even really be a question rather hes out charming her, or helping her popularity. Its kind of obvious that with him attached there are pros and cons, but quite honestly i find it annoying that people are even bringing it up. By them bringing it up they are just streaming and continuing the discussion of it and not concentrating on the issues at hand. there. thats my 2 cents.
to be back in grade school
I was inspired to post this because of a story i saw on cnn.com about some middle school in some mid america state that banned touching. Yes, touching. A young chap gave his girlfriend a hug at the lunch table and got reprimanded, his father called, and sent home. What happened to the days of wedgies, and noogies, and kids making out by their lockers?
Birth of a Blog
It is the 21st century! 2007! What do Americans now resort to when we abhor our countries leadership, worry when we will terrorize another country, turn a blind eye to so many others, or are content with having filtered propaganda related to us in the form of "news"?
How do we go on in the midst of existential quandaries and breakdowns? Work in jobs that are disliked? Allow athletes to earn millions a year? Cut education funding? Destroy our environment? Not only create, but embrace reality TV? What happened to reality reality?
How do we live in the highest echelon of wealth and prosperity ever witnessed by civilization, and as a society, are now content with falling asleep at the wheel? Hell! recently we have begun to drink at the wheel! How do WE, the masses, the "great beast", as Alexander Hamilton has called us, RISE up against the corporate-political-autocracy (corporatocracy) and prove that we can grow out of being this "bewildered herd" we have become?
Grab a Starbucks and start a blog. Poof! Changing the world....man I feel good about myself.
DISCLAIMER: Corporatocracy is a borrowed word from a recent book I just finished. "Confessions of an Economic Hitman" by John Perkins. Read it if you want a quick understanding of how the US strives for global hegemony through the use of financial exploitation.
How do we go on in the midst of existential quandaries and breakdowns? Work in jobs that are disliked? Allow athletes to earn millions a year? Cut education funding? Destroy our environment? Not only create, but embrace reality TV? What happened to reality reality?
How do we live in the highest echelon of wealth and prosperity ever witnessed by civilization, and as a society, are now content with falling asleep at the wheel? Hell! recently we have begun to drink at the wheel! How do WE, the masses, the "great beast", as Alexander Hamilton has called us, RISE up against the corporate-political-autocracy (corporatocracy) and prove that we can grow out of being this "bewildered herd" we have become?
Grab a Starbucks and start a blog. Poof! Changing the world....man I feel good about myself.
DISCLAIMER: Corporatocracy is a borrowed word from a recent book I just finished. "Confessions of an Economic Hitman" by John Perkins. Read it if you want a quick understanding of how the US strives for global hegemony through the use of financial exploitation.
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