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[Saturday, 11/15/08 @ 10:04am] |
Hey livejournal, what's up?
It's been 15 weeks! Check out this sweet ass DEVO performance:
Yeah. Those guys were kickin, back in the day.
Keep it real!
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| WTF?! |
[Tuesday, 4/24/07 @ 4:48pm] |
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So I'm chillin here on my Saturday (I get Tuesday-Wednesday off), and I've slept in, got up played some video games and eaten a meal. I decide to go out for a smoke. After looking around and then checking my phone messages I find that my roommate has accidentally taken my ciggies to work with him. No big deal, I'll go buy new ones. I go to try the doorknob and it doesn't seem to be opening the door O.O
TURNS OUT the exterior doorknob has somehow fallen off and there's no way to open the door or replace the doorknob from the inside now. So I'm trapped in the house. No smokes. No grocery shopping. No taking the garbage out. No chance of survival if the house catches fire (all windows barred). I have to sit here and wait, and then when someone comes to my house they can put the exterior doorknob back in and free me. I hate sitting here trapped watching the cat come in and out freely through the cat door.
woo!
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| timecrawl |
[Thursday, 3/08/07 @ 10:45pm] |
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Longest... hour... eveeerrrrr......
I'm in the last hour of a crazy 16 hour double shift. I'm not even really tired, just wanna get out of here so bad it's straight up eating my brain.
One of the other guards at my site here fell off the bike and broke his face. I was asked to come in to cover his shift today from 8-4, buying them some time to find someone to cover mine, which is the one after. They didn't manage to find someone to cover mine, so here I sit, 15 hours in, kind of delirious. Gonna make some pretty good cash though, I guess. fuckers.
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| The first year. |
[Wednesday, 3/07/07 @ 4:23am] |
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On Sunday evening, it had been a year since the first time Erin and I went on a date. From that time and the time leading up to it, my life has been irrevocably changed. I understand what can and can't be differently. My life exists in relation to another life. Love is something I've always thought one had to measure and make judgements about, always trying to figure out if it's there or not, based on signs and your own feelings about the definition of the word. Turns out the kind of love that sticks is the kind that just exists all of a sudden, without warning, but extremely apparent, as if it announces itself. It was before that first date that I knew I was in love with Erin, and I feel exactly the same way now. A novelty and excitement give way to trust, understanding, exploration, and a new kind of excitement, I continue to learn new things about her all the time and each one makes that feeling a little stronger. We started to break new ground together a year ago, and we'll be doing it for some time. Celebrating this was important to me and I wanted it go down just perfectly, but it's a first for us, and firsts for us always turn out great but seem to be plagued by certain unpredictable elements.
( click for the whole excellent mushy story :) )
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| I suppose I must. |
[Saturday, 3/03/07 @ 6:47pm] |
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Ok. So this has been in a whole crapload of people on my friends page's journals, and I've posted to all of them just to hear all those superstars talk about me. It originally says you HAVE to post it in your journal if you take part, and I was resolved not to but now have done it 3 times so I must. However, I will be stopping the cycle of guilt-posting, chain blogging self indulgence I will remove this provision for your benefit.
So post a comment, and I'll:
1) Tell you why I friended you.
2) Associate you with a song/movie.
3) Tell a random fact about you.
4) Tell my first memory of you.
5) Associate you with an animal/fruit.
6) Ask something I've always wanted to know about you.
7) This is where the individual poster put the demand to spread it. fuck that noise. I'll tell you what major world city you remind me of (not that I've been anywhere, but I know), instead. BLADOW!
Lots of stuff going on, had a rough couple of days.. Feel bloody great now though. Possible real post to come later tonight.
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| this is how I feel |
[Thursday, 3/01/07 @ 9:23pm] |
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yeah. I made that today.
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[Monday, 2/26/07 @ 10:05pm] |
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On Friday night I went down to the Yale and saw Brickhouse with Jesse. I've been meaning to go back to the Yale/see Brickhouse for some time, and this happened by total coincidence. It was rad.
Saturday night, Jesse, Erin, and myself went out to my sisters' place in Coquitlam for drinks and chilling. We talked about stuff ("shot the shit"), drank heavily, did drugs, etc. It was rad, but tainted by 12 hours of work and a hangover.
Sunday morning, new hangover, went to iHop with Jesse, Sarah, and Erin. Just realized I started with Jesse, then 24 hours later added Erin, then 24 hours later added Sarah for breakfast, then we all broke up and I went to work again. Working on the weekends is fuckin awesome. Sarah went with Erin to dinner at her parents' place, then for shisha, and met me after work. I went home, played some super smash bros. and went to bed.
This morning, Erin comes into my room (from getting ready for work LONG before I get up), wakes me up with tears in her eyes, and tells me my cat is dead on the couch. I'm half asleep, which for me means you're communicating directly with my subconscious, so I just converted this news to anxiety immediately. She then promptly went back to the living room only to say "oh wait! He's not dead!". Way to go kitty, apparently he was playing an oscar worthy performance of dead.
Speaking of Oscars, I was pretty pleased with this year. I just read about the winners in the paper, and heard the actual show was nothing short of terrible, but I think the academy chose some great films as tops for this year. FINALLY congrats to Martin Scorsese for getting what should not have been his first for best director.
Despite the false demise of my precious cat, it has been a good few days. A testament to the idea that I can go out and participate in the good times of a weekend, get wasted both nights, and still work, due to my late start at 4pm. Feels like having 2 weekends, as this is technically my Friday.
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| meh |
[Saturday, 2/17/07 @ 9:05pm] |
I feel pretty harsh today..
Not for any particular reason I guess, just generally feel kind of angst-y. I felt I needed to go out and have a couple beers somewhere nice and noisy, but all the folks who were going to come out with me decided it would be better to just chill really hard tonight, play board games and such, in a super quiet place, on Saturday night.
I feel really hungry but don't really feel like eating something. That's kinda driving me nuts.
Write write write.. How do I write about a feeling that just snuck up form nowhere and doesn't have any apparent source? Isn't writing on the subject supposed to make it clear?
I've had this angst for a few days, and I felt today like tonight I would get over it, through a night of exposing myself to various poisons, loud noises, and idiots. Saturday night. I think maybe it's hitting me harder because I have recently realized that's not going to happen. ..well, I've read over what I've written and I'm pretty much coming across fully babylike, so I'll quit now.
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| gogogogo! |
[Friday, 2/16/07 @ 3:49am] |
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Stuff to do (names changed to protect the innocent, of course):
-develop website for client R: private therapy/healthcare service provider, needs web presence now and it's gotta be sharp.
-continue to develop sister's erotic paraphernalia vending website
-find a good system for turning client J's handwritten music on all sorts of different paper into a digital form suitable for inserting into a publication
-start earnestly working towards being able to churn out marketable beats for client T and ?
-develop consulting/production/marketing idea, polish, come out with unassuming professional identity with cards etc.
correction^^: urgent stuff to do. The list of stuff to do in general is a whole different creature. Updates on completions and/or breakdowns.
In other news, I had a sweet Valentine's day (who knew it could be?), thanks to the most special of specialists, and am sore all over.
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| Grammys |
[Sunday, 2/11/07 @ 8:48pm] |
Why do they suck so?
I mean come on.. Give all the best awards to the Dixie chicks for doing the same thing they've always done, and to RHCP for basically releasing the same record again?
Goddamn Grammys can just fuck right off. Where's the daring? Who the hell is voting? Shouldn't some of the big awards go to artists who have at least a chance of moving the art and industry forward? It's a show to honor those who made the biggest contributions to an ART FORM this year, not a recycling festival.
Maybe they need to rearrange the voting system, or work out a way to weight it differently or something. Or maybe I need to open my mind by taking whatever drugs they are that allows them to believe this is the most creative, technically excellent, innovative, and artistically credible music to be created in the past year. A bunch of rich mummies who got there recycling art and playing the big label game jerking each other off and voting for whoever they'll make money on when they sell because of the vote. GET OFF IT.
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| Allo allo |
[Saturday, 2/10/07 @ 5:32pm] |
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Saturday night at work. Hoohaw.
After work I'm going to head down to Celebrities on Davie for a friend of mine's birthday bash. That'll be killer.
So I was just thinking that there are two handles I've used a lot on the internet: "crazybusiness" and "bandshirts". By chance I reversed them to say "band business" and "crazy shirts" and I think that's totally rad because I have been exploring this idea about a totally crazy shirt, and also would like to get into the business of marketing bands.
A concept that has been interesting me greatly over the last couple of weeks: Social bookmarking and the like. The idea is, a website keeps a database of websites (articles, blog entries, news stories, tutorials, art, etc etc ETC) that people have submitted on the simple criteria of "someone else might think this is cool". Once it has been submitted, people can essentially "vote", by also submitting the same page, or by using a button that is often placed on the article or page in question. The ones that recieve the most votes end up on the main page and get millions of views. This is like a huge scale radio request show, and it is plagued by much the same elements, with the big submitting members of the sites playing the djs.
Where a small group of people from the public who are proactive in promoting their interests on these social bookmarking sites (like those who call into the radio station), are dictating the content visible to millions and millions of viewers, this group of plebes tends to achieve a certain marketing celebrity. This leads to their ideas and "interests" suddenly morphing from whatever they like posting to whatever they think will prolong their success by attracting lots of votes. Another phenomenon is the feeding frenzy of marketers and cashwad-weilding advertisers that want to pay these very same people to submit their clients' websites. PAYOLA. This is just the same issues that happened in the rise of pop radio: crooked ass djs taking free cars and other "gifts" from independant record promoters who want some extra spins, and the other type of sellout, who just started playing whatever made people want to listen to him more (read:recycling music). This marched us promptly down the narrow downhill path to today's shallow, stale effigy of what mainstream radio could have been and was before it fell victim to the marketing craze that spawns from any collection of similarly interested people.
How can we maintain this type of meme-passing and alternative news sorting as "by the people/for the people" before the "cool stuff" mirrors whoever has the big ad budgets, and the "news" mirrors CNN? Precious few alternative media sources are remaining untainted and the kind of recycling that goes on in news, media, entertainment, etc today is BAD. The same ideas rehashed every day makes the consumer feel smart, I guess. I don't want to feel smart. I want to be smart.
Fortunately, some of the social bookmarking sites are rebelling against this by altering their popularity ranking systems to look out for people who conspire to drive some submission up unnaturally or who might be participating in payola. Others still have added to their terms of service the right to ban and even sue members who fraudulently post commercially. I believe this effor only exists because marketing agencies are not offering money to the website operators themselves, because they have put themselves in the key powerless position not to be able to corrupt their own system. Not without negating the purpose of their service, obviously planting things, and alienating their millions of viewers who are generating normal, above the table ad revenue in exchange for the forum in which they can take part in their own media system.
A few of the type of websites I spoke of: Digg.com, Reddit, StumbleUpon, del.icio.us, Newsvine, and Netscape (who has gone from failed browser empire to imo one of the best of these sites, paying submitters $1000 a week to submit good stuff free of market influence.)
I have resolved not to fight or even protest the market driven trends that dictace the media that surrounds us and the ideas that fill our consciousness, but this type of direct "from people to people" media forwarding is essential to give new direction to those slow moving giants that control these mainstream ideas. Check it out.
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| Something wicked this way comes... |
[Thursday, 2/08/07 @ 9:37pm] |
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... there's pigs outside my work. Duno what they're up to but the ghost cars are flashing lights all over the place.
I'll just sit here and sip my Pellegrino while I copy music manuscripts to my magic digital staff paper. I've been working on another project for Jeannie, which has been testing my knowledge of Cubase as well as, pleasingly enough (yeah. pleasingly. that calls for a whole bunch of punctuation within parentheses.), my knowledge of music theory, which I feared had been slipping away quite steadily since the demise of my second term at school. I also got up mad early today and met Jeannie at Long and McQuade to buy some gear for the studio. It's been a slow start, but it's exciting to be buying stuff and putting it together.
I beat Sarah at boggle.
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| Wii or DS? |
[Friday, 2/02/07 @ 8:00pm] |
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So here I sit at work, on the same block as HMV, with $800 in my pocket, trying to talk some sense into myself. I can spend this money on food and beverages, doing stuff, etc etc, but everyone's talking about the Nintendo Wii and it's CHEAP and it's RIGHT THERE!! I'm having an easier time putting it off by arguing with myself that I should get a DS lite instead (cheaper, and will pass my bus time), than I'm having sticking with the common sense "I shouldn't buy video games, I have 800 billion xbox games I haven't played".
I've decided to try to get some e-penpals. Wildly successful ones. I look up folks that have similar interests to mine, but have made buckets of cash or achieved notable noteriety by pursuing them. I'd like to be the CEO of something someday.. maybe they can tell me how to get there. What if I just started making companies? I had this idea once before, and half-developed it:
1: Create a business model with little or no overhead that has the potential, if the product or service turns out to be a winner, to make a small return or at least indicate the potential for success. A web template, a small budget, a contact list, an idea of how to organize the business in such a way that they could be managed as one but nobody could tell it was just one guy test driving a bunch of ideas without really looking.
2: Come up with various products and services and plug them into this model -as individual businesses-. That means business cards designed but not printed on a considerable scale, website designed but minimal for low to no hosting cost, and only my own marketing efforts. Do research.
3. Pick the winners and invest in them. Host media, market vigorously, and gather the tools I need to get the product or service that proved marketable to the public en masse.
Eh?
Maybe I should just go buy some CDs instead.
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| Hoe Lah |
[Saturday, 1/20/07 @ 7:08pm] |
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First off, I would like to apologize for ridiculing my non existing readership in their starting a work week as I was ending one, in my last entry.
I've been reading a lot about current events and such, and have become slightly troubled or perturbed at the state of the world. It's such a cliche to feel this way, but I have to mention it because I have done well to avoid it thus far. I have my little rants from time to time, but don't have a general uneasiness about developments on the global stage.
There are things that human beings need to develop normally. In my opinion, these things include the basics (food/water, clothing, shelter), peace (the absence of conflict that is not your own but dictates your day to day life), an environment which is not threatened (your home is secure, and not directly affected by factors, ecological, economical, or otherwise that prevent its support of your life), and the freedom as well as the ability to think freely, curiously, and exploratively, developing these thoughts as you will.
There are a million things to talk about in the news today, and more (perhaps worse) stuff that doesn't really make the mainstream news, which all are "bad", but for a million complicated reasons. I read a big article today about some industrial pig farming outfit that dumps some INSANE amount of fatally poisonous pig shit into watersheds across North America and Europe. Wars on Earth, and we're getting ready for an arms race in space. Climate change for the worse that I can actually go outside and feel for myself, poverty, discrimination from glass ceilings to genocide, the grip marketers have on the minds of this generation, let along the upcoming one, ETC ETC ETC forever. As the global population rises, these things continue to lower the number of these people who have the things I think people need to develop healthily, as aforementioned.
With something so difficult to comprehend as the way all these things affect the people of the world, this is how I try to logically think about it. With every new ad medium, some people lose some space that they used as free mind space. Every war displaces the priorities and lives of a number of people impossible to say. Every effect on the environment messes up someone's home. What happens when the majority of people in the world realize they're on the bottom end of the sesaw, and give it a kick?
ramble ramble ramble blah blah blah.
I'm sitting here at work trying to give birth to some complicated thoughts and I'm interrupted every 10 minutes by a new group of morons knocking on the glass doors of this 777 Hornby -Office Building- looking for David Copperfield's show at the Vancouver Centre for Performing Arts (a large scale arts venue located at 777 Homer). I have a theory - David Copperfield gets a list of ticketholders prior to the show, and has his people hunt them all down and infect them with some sort of vicious stupidity-inducing disease that just goes away afterwards. Extra insurance that everyone falls for his tricks, and has a good time. Stupid people always have a good time.
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| The girls they go crazy for a sharp dressed man! |
[Monday, 1/15/07 @ 11:19pm] |
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I've had that song stuck in my head for about 8 hours now.. Good times. I want a beard like the guys in ZZ Top.
It's good. It's my Friday today, but it's YOUR MONDAY! AHAHAHA! SUCKEERRRRRS!
That is all.
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