#14: how to get off your high horse [Apr2011]

why are Alisters allowed to crash cars, do drugs, do pornstars, and exhibit selfish behavior so openly, when i'm not even to urinate in public without a $250 fine?

#10: how hollywood = ego fail [May2010]

i mean, hollywood doesn't seem to understand that the majority of movie-goers, could care less about the oscars. it's just a big ego stroke for the stars anyway...

#7: how fanny packs are so uncool [June2010]

if you've ever worn a fanny pack in public and had someone laugh at you, you deserve it. and if you've had the same reaction after telling someone that you 'love to read', i would again have said you deserve it...

#8: how dog poo can be interesting [June2010]

there are a lot of things that people hate. but there are only a few things in life that we can all agree on hating. things like: bad drivers, wine and cheese breath, racists, sarahjessicaparker's face, the government... and of course, the show 'toddlers and tiaras'...

#13: how to hit the panic button [March2011]

Of course by now you've heard about the natural disaster in Japan. but i think you've heard about it - in the wrong way.

Saturday, February 12, 2011

#11: how to be unoriginal

popular music, nowadays, is becoming increasingly unoriginal because copying, synthesizing, and sampling are becoming being chosen in favor of good ol' creativity and hard work. and the main enemy to all of our hearing pleasure is - autotune(ing).

think of autotune as mcdonalds for your ears. autotune.. it automatically fixes and smooths out shifts in your pitch and tone - even if you don't have the remotest of abilities to discern pitch or tone. and that seems wrong. just like it's wrong to fill everything with corn and corn byproducts and call it food, because food, it is not. ergo, it's wrong to fill songs with autotunes and synthesized everything.

what  happened after bob dylan and  the beatles? where did the emphasis on quality go? because  everything i hear on the radio today is  aural garbage. and before you go and say  something like, "hyuk - but he'sa  justa talking  about them there pop musics". i  got one word for you - micahel. oh wait, that's ambiguous.. ahem, i got two words  for you - michael jackson.

and that's because even michael jackson - the king of pop, was so over reaching with his desire to make a stunning album that he and producer quincy jones created over 30 songs for thriller and then cut it down to 9. nowadays i don't even think artists like britney spears or t-pain spend more than 9 minutes in the studio creating their albums. and it shows.

if you are creative in this day and age, you're immediately relegated to the indie music genre. and that's not fair. "oh-em-gee. violins mixed with pianos mixed with a banjo?! that's so indie.. i'd rather listen to scintillating lyrics like, 'if i said i want your body now, would you hold it against me?'.."

but eventually and in reality, easy to listen cookie-cutter music will always win out over crafted lyrics and sound. why? because most commoners just want noise in their ears.. a simple extra value meal to digest. they don't want to spend their time or brain energy dissecting or evaluating what they're listening to. and that's a shame. a real shi-aauy-aowweaweeiia-aahaeem.

sorry, had the autotune on.

saturday musings

Sunday, October 31, 2010

#10: how to be worry free. for six minutes.

Pablo lessens his pace and walks slower than usual this morning. Normally it's a sprint to the stop so that he doesn't miss the bus. Though today, he's six minutes early. Pablo makes sure to keep on the grass so he can feel the crunch of the frost under his feet. It's a small victory every time he puts one foot in front of the other - crushing the grass with each step.

Pablo is worry free and not sure how to feel about it.
Five minutes to seven forty-one a.m.

He exhales and watches his breath condense into a small cloud then slowly fade away. He tries to puff out a ring, but it doesn't work. Pablo doesn't smoke. He's no good at doing rings. Pulling his toque lower, (because the tips of his ears aren't covered) he looks around and wonders about the increase in traffic and pedestrians for this time of day. Strange, he thinks, as he pulls his hand out of his pocket and glances down at his wristwatch. His arm feels heavy. Suddenly he remembers, "spring forward".

His feet are cold. The brakes on the bus are squealing. The bottom of his ears are coming uncovered again. Spring is here and soon there won't be any more grass to crunch. He's an hour late for his exam.

Pablo is worried and not sure what to do about it.
Eight forty-one a.m.


saturday musings

[this blog post is dedicated to chuck lorre. despite the ironic fact he won't ever know]

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