The End is Near....

i have zero motivation right now...papers due, tests for the next three days...don't want to study, don't want to write...zero motivation. i guess i should be happy summer break is here, but what will i do? i'll be excited for a week(ish), then i'm sure the boredom will set in and there isn't much work around...so what the H will i do, let's take a look at the possibilities.

1) vacation?...too broke, so that's out
2) work?...not much doing but i will be looking, might account for some time til next fall
3) hang-out?...i should be working or something like that instead of being lazy, but it's tempting
4) Great America Water Park...sounds like a good buzz day or two to kill, but still pricey
5) be a productive human being and do good for society as a whole?...F**k that, i hope to be too busy.

oh well, i'm sure before i know it i'll be saying, "shit...where the hell did summer go? now class starts next week and i don't have my shit together..."

Praise the Glorious Swine....

i was worried about the future of the swine with this new vast conspiracy against my beloved meat of choice! i know the other white meat and the red meat villains are behind this!!! bastards!!! pork is awesome, i just had a ham/turkey/and bacon club to protest against this belligerently biased attack on the smartest of all barn animals! i mean just read "animal farm"...that spells it out, pigs rule and they will not be held down because of some market driven media event...unless is a sweet commercial for "Moo and Oink"...but that's all about the kitch...pigs have the ability to laugh and make fun of themselves 'cause their good like that. anyway, don't let the H1N1 hold you back from those glorious baby backs, or that mouth watering brisket! mmm mmm gooood, slop a little sweet baby rays on there, fork in one hand and a slice of white bread w/a pad 'o butter in the other and your good to go...slop it up!!!

It's Kill a Bunny Time Again...or is it just another resurection?

here is some good info from www.wisegeek.com

At the time of the birth of Christ, there were several active mystery religions, which celebrated the resurrection of the gods. Chief among these is the rebirth of Dionysus, and the Dionysian pagan rituals observed in spring. Prior to that, Babylonian pagan rituals, and those of other religions may have influenced the very name of Easter. Easter is supposedly named after the goddess, Oestre, an Anglo-Saxon goddess of fertility.
The egg of course is the ultimate symbol of potential fertility. Decorating eggs existed long before Christianity and thus can be considered one of the pagan rituals. However, if we go farther we must extend the idea of the death and resurrection of Christ as the observation of pagan rituals. The abundance of mystery religions at the time sheds doubt on Christ’s resurrection. Most Christians care naught for the fact that pagan rituals worship similar things because they firmly believe in the resurrection of Christ as set down in the Bible.
The Easter bunny, however, appears not to be a borrowing from pagan rituals. Mention of the Easter Hare is first found in Germany in the 1500s. So it may be considered a wholly post-Christian conception. However, hiding the eggs reconnects us back to the pagan traditions regarding the coloring of eggs.
Most Christians who celebrate these holidays are less concerned with origins that bear no significance to them, as these pagan rituals are made new by the coming of Christ. Many are more concerned with the increased commercialization surrounding holidays, particularly Christmas. The more emphasis on gifts, the less on Christ’s birth. Especially young children may be more concerned about the presents and miss the importance of the Savior’s birth, which as many Christians know, did not occur in December.

can i get a smoke?

so i've noticed as of late that most people are getting a little bit fussy about coughin' up a smoke to a certain someone whom requests ones desire for a butt...what the hell with the 'tude...it's just a fucking smoke, seriously, i know there somewhere in the range of almost fiddycent a piece but puhleeeze, i'll give the fricking cash if you're that strapped no problem...attention all assclowns out there, F. Off...just give me the god damn cig and shut the pie hole.

Here am I,

for what and why? well obviously to further my social and moral well being...seriously...like trying to beat back a partialy digested second taste of that nasty late night burrito, i was sick of trying to make a living in the music "industry" once again, found myself re-watching it decay like some poor hard luck squirrel smeared into the curb half dangling down the sewage; i knew i could make a change...so fuck it, i'll go back to school for while, make some contacts, maybe teach or assist in the audio production department while i'm here...i've been transitioning from music to sonic imagery over the last few years, it's almost taken me back to my roots working with audio on computers in the mid '80s, funny, nearly full circle...is that what they call wisdom? is it a bad thing??? is it my Professional Doppleganger...shit...FUUUUU**

oh well who really cares anyway, a black man is president; we're all dead!!!!

Serenity Now...Serenity NOW...



david lynch...45-sec Film

Broadcast Media and the "Intern"...

since the collapse of the advertising industry in Chicago, [so i'm dramatic] i've been paying close attention to "jobs" and the quality of commercials and the technical side of broadcasting...crap!...it seems the "jobs" available today for highly skilled professionals are filled by what the industry prefers, interns that will work for free or some assemblage of compensation. it's amazing to me to see how many commercials have dialogue that is not in sync with the picture, the amount of horrible edits, inconsistent audio levels within the commercial, basic bad mixing, continuity problems, plain horrible writing, the list can go on and on but it's not worth the virtual paper or wear and tear on my computer...now lets talk about the music licensing fad while we're at it, puke. don't know about you, but when i hear a commercial that uses some bands song for their spot "branding", it really can kill the product or the song/band for me...granted it's almost the only way a band can make any money these days, or rather the only way the publisher can make money, bands hardly ever really "make" money.
here's my problem; if i don't like the product i probably won't listen to the music, if i don't like the "song" i won't pay attention to the product. i become annoyed and change the channel or hit mute. what i really can't stand is when a classic band i like sells their song(s) to a product...my music euphoria has been reduced to equating it/them with the latest douche that's fresher than the last "medical breakthrough" in feminine hygiene, some companies yogurt, the freshest feeling tampon, jock-ich medicine, herpes pills, hard-on pills, shitty cars...whatever the hell it is they sold out to...seriously! you really need that cash? probably not...
in closing, WTF agencies...stop using interns for what the weren't designed to do, they should be learning from professionals not taking their jobs, and pleeeze resist using whatever the hell song was on the interns i-pod that week for you background track...most of it doesn't fit anyway, it's just a bullshit trend. take the time to properly brand your product, research shows that people don't buy something from a tv commercial that uses a bands song, just because of the song...Paaalease, agencies...get your head out of your arses, that shit sucks!

interstellar space

Kurt wanted me to check out this drummer he thought i would like, his name is Rashied Ali, bad ass...
the album is John Coltrane's "Interstellar Space", a duet, drums and sax...i had never heard anything like it. hearing musicians play free was a style i had not been exposed to. blue jazz, big band, fusion...i was very familiar with jazz but not like this...something very special indeed. it reminds me of a fractal; so much detail and still there is endless space. they seem to play in shapes and colors...the flurries between them and alone is really magical.
this led me to more of Coltrane's 'academic' jazz, ohm, meditations, ascension...full bands on these, unreal musicianship; Elvin Jones is playing drums on these now also, some with Rashied some without...Elvin has a completely different style, more animistic than Ali's surgical style...i love the great Elvin, i listened to him quite a bit with Coltrane's classic quartet...Coltrane, Tyner, Garrison and Jones...that is some spiritual music...i would have to say that in my opinion that group recorded the definitive version of "my favorite things"...it's absolutely mind blowing...i had the great fortune of seeing, photographing and meeting Elvin; Coltrane's son Ravi was playing with him too...pretty great night.

National Cross Dressing Day...

imagine a day when you walk outside and the whole city is in a cross dressing frenzy...i think it would be good for the moral fiber of this country if everyone could relax enough to drop their guards down for a day and dress up like their opposite. think about it, it's like backwards day or pajama day in pre-school...the thought of men having to do their nails the night before, get up an extra hour early to primp, pick out an outfit, go through the entire scope of a woman's morning and head off to school or work...the women just rolling out of bed, givin' the jimmy and boys a morning scratch, throwing on some cloths and hitting the door...the homophobes and womanizers may learn a lesson in all of this, the closet gays could have a day of freedom with out divulging their secrets...the trannies would be celebrated for their grace and beauty...the assholes, well they'll just still be assholes...there's no cure for assholes.

i'll cop a Good and Plenty just for a taste...

...but you have to carefully crack the candy shell without damaging the sweet nectar inside...that's BS...can't a guy just get some quality black licorice...not red, because mainly red is not licorice, it has no licorice ingredient thus making it, not actual "licorice" but thanks anyway clueless register guy for the direction towards the twisted strawberry extravaganza, it's not licorice...not to be too overly obsessive but shit...it's a red twist, let it be said...anyway, all one can really get lately in the convenient stores seems to be some grab ass attempt called Twizzlers...total crap, taste like wax...now the Amish...they know how to make some black licorice! delightful...in closing i will vent one more bitch toward the war on black candies...you can find Dots everywhere but try to find the Mason Companies first boxed deliciousness...the Black Crow chewy licorice flavored candy, nowhere to be found in my neck of the woods. for me being the kid that would always want the black licorice flavored jelly beans when no one else wanted them...shit i was like the Mother Goose if you will, the benevolent foster home for wayward black chewy and rock candy no one else would have...WTF...it's time to re-integrate the candies!!!! President Obama, we need to talk....

the game

I get a text yesterday, "can you help?"..."we need you tonight", what am I to say...no? no, i say yes.
it takes about an hour to get ready, put on my gear...stretch my limbs to enable myself to assume the positions of a prepubescent cirque du soleil contortionist, get focused, pumped up and leave the world behind with my 30lbs of eye watering smelly sweat drenched gear balanced on two thin blades. i love this game...this challenge as violent as it may seem...it's all for "fun"...fun! something inside on me, the thrill seeker i guess drives me to place myself in between the "pipes" guarding the holy grail of the game, the sacred gateway to Valhalla...it's a solitary position...no one else will do it, or wants to. they can't seem to understand what it is having the weight of all that is within the ice, sitting on ones shoulders, what it feels and looks like when ten people come rushing down at breakneck speeds, half trying to help the others trying with all of their adrenaline filled childhood fantasies of defeating what is mine...i crouch poised, focused, making my reality become that of a slow-motion film scene, ready to defend what is mine...having to react in less than a blink of the eye...ready to stop and or be struck by a piece of hard rubber flying at 70+mph...you will not get yours this time my friend and foe, the next, we will see, but this time NO...
sometimes it can be so lonely down here with no one around to play with, talk to...reassure me that it was they who let ME down this time, not I...but soon once again for the 20th or more time in the night i will be the most popular guy on the ice, even though half of them try to break my will, make me afraid, second guess myself and what it is that i do. sometimes it will pass by, and leave me with the feeling of mental anguish...guilt...disappointment...shame...pain...but tonight once again i'm the one that stood between them and the holy grail of the ice, the sacred gateway to Valhalla...they're the ones who leave in shame, disappointment and pain...next time, they think, "we will break him down, test his will once again"...next time...we'll see, I'm thinking no...

intro to life as of now...

it's me again...victore, or am i...me that is, not him...student as of now, citizen by design, jewel thief in the mind...ahhh to hold the ruby, the emerald of the city, the pink panther of my dreams...soon the riches will be mine all mine...

the truth(s), to some it's not what they think...i like my pink bikini briefs, my wife and sons make fun of me...what do they know? i think grass is evil...it leads to heavier drugs...