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I liked this alot because I still haven’t developed that discipline in creation where you can force yourself to write/dance/code etc. It has to be from an overwhelming desire to do something. That’s my problem with work oft times, I pass mediocre (at least in my standards) whenever I have to code because of a deadline. I can only write stories when I am inspired, and I can’t sing alot of songs when I am not in love with somebody(like now).
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Fortune Favors the Brave by Dr Chris Hart
Chances are your mother always told you to go for a nice guy. Someone who’s dependable, loving, committed and getting on in life. And who likes children.
Good advice, eh? So how come it’s so easy to fall for an out and out rogue? It’s all to do with how bravery’s so seductive. Having a big brave guy at your side – even if only to boost your ego – is pretty irresistible, isn’t it? But what about the sensitive, caring ‘new men’ we’re all supposed to admire? Yes, well maybe. But heroism and risk-taking’s what really gets to us. You prefer a brave man to a wimp, don’t you? Both for a partner or as a friend? Maybe because in the past women needed brave men to protect them and their children. A man who could hunt well and provide food. Even now, in our violent world, having a man around who’s willing to protect you feels like a good idea.
Call me stubborn but I said I’m going to the beach this saturday and rain or no rain I’m going! Fuck That Shit! In your face mofo weather!
Finding out about yourself is something not for the feint of heart. its something that a lot of people say they aim for but not really do. A lot of people subscribe to the maxim “Ignorance is Bliss”. I am not one of those people. I delude myself knowingly. I bask in the complexity of my inconsistencies, The inaccuracies of being true to something as ephemeral as the concept of me. Just hope the people I love and who love me understands that sometimes sometimes we do things and we do not understand why.
Hey, are you lonely?
Has summer gone so slowly?
We found the ground,
but that damage was done.
It’s cold as you fade into the sun.
Where’d you go? To me?
But you’re alive!
Well, it’s only
fallen frames, they told me.
You stand out, it’s so loud…
and so what if it is.
It’s cold when you fade into the wind.
Where’d it go to?
Chorus:
So what if you catch me,
where would we land?
In somebody’s life
forsaking his hands.
Sing to me hope as she’s
thrown on the sand.
All of your works
are rated again.
Where to go?
But it’s all wrong, you’re so strong.
But this life’s work
and choice took far too long.
Where’d it go to?
Repeat chorus.
You know I love you.
You know I love you .
I want you oh so much.
It’s so fair.
When I was sure you’d follow through,
My world was turned to blue.
When you’d hide
your songs would die,
so I’d hide yours with mine.
And all my words were bound to fall.
I know you won’t fail…
see, I can tell…
New Slang
by: The Shins
Gold teeth and a curse for this town were all in my mouth.
Only, i don’t know how they got out, dear.
Turn me back into the pet that i was when we met.
I was happier then with no mind-set.
And if you’d ‘a took to me like
A gull takes to the wind.
Well, i’d ‘a jumped from my tree
And i’d a danced like the king of the eyesores
And the rest of our lives would ‘a fared well.
New slang when you notice the stripes, the dirt in your fries.
Hope it’s right when you die, old and bony.
Dawn breaks like a bull through the hall,
Never should have called
But my head’s to the wall and i’m lonely.
And if you’d ‘a took to me like
A gull takes to the wind.
Well, i’d ‘a jumped from my tree
And i’d a danced like the kind of the eyesores
And the rest of our lives would ‘a fared well.
God speed all the bakers at dawn may they all cut their thumbs,
And bleed into their buns ’till they melt away.
I’m looking in on the good life i might be doomed never to find.
Without a trust or flaming fields am i too dumb to refine?
And if you’d ‘a took to me like
Well i’d a danced like the queen of the eyesores
And the rest of our lives would ‘a fared well.
from here http://classicalgeektheatre.blogspot.com/2009/06/eastside-of-la.html
The folks representing the “true” Eastside have harassed CGT in the comment sections in the past and I’ve paid them no heed. Neighborhood beefs and turf wars are small-minded and silly. It reminds me of when I was in high school and the “Class of ’99” felt they needed to protect their identity from my “Class of 2000”. These kinds of things are always self-manufactured wars of identity waged by insecure people who need a contrived structure to measure themselves against others.
I don’t want to sound ranty but why does the insecure lead the pack? because the non insecure (at least least insecure) really have no need to feel part of the pack. I woke up at 2.30 pm after sleeping around 9am because I had massive migraines. Sorry for being ranty, but I love my family, I love my friends, and I feel for most people, I don’t need petty incidents reformatted as news to feel a commonality with other people.
Gone For Good
by The Shins
Untie me, I’ve said no vows
The train is getting way too loud
I gotta leave here my girl
Get on with my lonely life
Just leave the ring on the rail
For the wheels to nullify
Until this turn in my head
I let you stay and you paid no rent
I spent twelve long months on the lam
That’s enough sitting on the fence
For the fear of breaking dams
I find a fatal flaw
In the logic of love
And go out of my head
You love a sinking stone
That’ll never elope
So get used to the lonesome
Girl, you must atone some
Don’t leave me no phone number there
It took me all of a year
To put the poison pill to your ear
But now I stand on honest ground, on honest ground
You want to fight for this love
But honey you cannot wrestle a dove
So baby it’s clear
You want to jump and dance
But you sat on your hands
And lost your only chance
Go back to your hometown
Get your feet on the ground
And stop floating around
I find a fatal flaw
In the logic of love
And go out of my head
You love a sinking stone
That’ll never elope
So get used to used to the lonesome
Girl, you must atone some
Don’t leave me no phone number there
Caring is Creepy
by The Shins
I think I’ll go home and mull this over
Before I cram it down my throat
At long last it’s crashed, it’s colossal mass
Has broken up into bits in my moat.
Lift the mattress off the floor
Walk the cramps off
Go meander in the cold
Hail to your dark skin
Hiding the fact you’re dead again
Undeneath the power lines seeking shade
Far above our heads are the icy heights that contain all reason
It’s a luscious mix of words and tricks
That let us bet when you know we should’ve folded
On rocks i dreamt of where we’d stepped
And the whole mess of roads we’re now on.
Hold your glass up, hold it in
Never betray the way you’ve always known it is.
One day I’ll be wondering how
I got so old just wondering how
I never got cold wearing nothing in the snow.
This is way beyond my remote concern
Of being condescending
All these squawking birds won’t quit.
Building nothing, laying bricks.
thanks to paul kedrosky for the pointer here
[I]f you think that statistics has nothing to say about what you do or how you could do it better, then you are either wrong or in need of a more interesting job.
Source: Dicing with Death: Chance, Risk and Health, by Stephen Senn