FRIDAY, JULY 16, 2010
Fly Lo
My brother just introduced me to the cosmic eclecto-warped world that is Flying Lotus. After listening to a lot of their stuff I would describe it as kind of hip-hop meets throwback 80s indie pop rock. This is some crazy stuff--takes a little warming up to. Dig it... toss a spoon at it.
SUNDAY, APRIL 11, 2010
A Few Things They Don't Tell You
Oh life... you tricky bastard. Trucking along I have realized a few things... yes, a few. It's first of all profound how exponential the learning curve is on a day to day basis, as I was way more dumber just mere days ago. This being said, it blows my mind what life has frisbeed unto me since graduating. It is a whole lot of limbo time and epiphanies. Oh my.
Yes, the excitement of life seems sucked out faster than a patient of a coked out lipo doctor when you realize an art degree is nothing more than a fridge decoration for a fridge you can't even afford to fill. Don't worry though, before you can grasp the depths of your newfound poverty your student loans are sure to swoop in and knock you down so far even Tom Sizemore looks like a winner.
So I didn't go to my college graduation... I got an internship on a pilot TV show. I spent the day next to a bunch of sparkly Asian Elvises by some movie trailers and getting Jason Lee's breakfast. My cap and gown are still in the plastic in the back of my car. What does it all mean?
It means I still want to reach my dreams. The problem is my dreams won't die. I've tried, trust me. I have some sick passion in me to do something big. I thought my degree would satisfy it, but it's bigger than that. I realized the top of ladder leads to the bottom of the next. I have bigger plans. I just want to work a creative fulfilling job... is that so wrong??? There has to be some sensical reason that I fill all my free time with creative endeavors hence the stand up comedy, my weekly air time on The Sports Hangover, frequently editing and creating things, hanging with fellow comedy writers and actors, and writing. I breathe creativity, and have to do something with it. When I think about working behind a desk or filing papers for something with mind numbing redundancy I see suicide as being a more satisfying pastime. And, I would rather soar into a bejangled rake than work a commission only sales job selling stupid crap no one wants (i.e. knives, as I have been offered an interview for such a demoralizing job). I need more. Right now I wait tables. $46,000 degree, and I wait tables. Now if that isn't soul crushing I don't know what is. BUT, I still have a dream, yes Martin... me too.
It's something beyond me. If my determination and childlike wide-eyed optimism turn out to be simply years of me wasting my time and just mean I am a total idiot, then wow, that will suck, but... no, it will mostly just suck. I'm figuring it out, my credit score and I are still decent friends, and I am anything but lazy, so I just hope the fates don't put the smackdown on my tender veal-like hopes and that whatever I am doing leads to nothing less than glory. My Dad has always told me luck is defined as when opportunity meets preparation, and I am biding my time in extreme preparation mode. If I keep pursuing this and my life blows up in a flame failure, then I will happily move to the suburbs, work my 9-5, feed the cat, and shut my outspoken corn shaft into a defeated Stepford silence. Until then...
xo.
Oh, and p.s., I have a magic resume if any miracle worker finds this and feels an insatiable need to connect me into the workforce that is "career"...I am more than happy to send it with a smile that would shame even the best of clowns.
My WIST cameo this week in the last 15 minutes of this awesomecast:http://www.webwiseforradio.com/site_files/244/File/SH_040810_H2.mp3
And, my latest vid 'cause I always post 'em on here:
THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 25, 2010
Thoughts on my future...
A place where passion comes to die
The complacency of a blank stare, a paycheck, and redundancy.
It's not for me.
I can't settle for anything less than brilliant.
And the day I do is the day you know I died.
The complacency of a blank stare, a paycheck, and redundancy.
It's not for me.
I can't settle for anything less than brilliant.
And the day I do is the day you know I died.
WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 16, 2009
My Seedy Wish List
My disgusting wish list in no particular order. No one can help me with this... except maybe Oprah. Feel free to judge.
1. Panasonic AG HVX200
2. Mac Book Pro and/or a new Desktop Power Mac
3. Final Cut Pro
4. Zoom! laser whitening
5. Invisalign
6. Planet Beach Spa membership for a year
7. A personal trainer for a year
8. CK Euphoria Eau De Parfum
9. A lifetime supply of Alfa Parf Bamboo Shampoo and Conditioner
10. Accutane... oh yes.
11. Paul Mitchell Straightener
12. Harney and Sons Bangkok Blend tea
13. A round, all expense paid trip to New York, L.A., and Chicago
14. Tickets to see Radiohead
15. A 52" flat screen TV with surround sound
16. Satellite radio for my car
17. A giant trampoline... I have ALWAYS wanted one.
18. A stylist! But, I'd settle for a shopping spree at H&M
19. A grant and admission to attend AFI or the New York Film Academy
20. My exhausting car note and school loans to vanish
21. Acting lessons
22. An internship on the set of Chelsea Lately
23. Every book I have ever wanted on Amazon but still haven't bought because I am poor.
24. Something to replace plastic that is biodegradable so I don't have to feel like a jerk anymore... thanks.
25. World peace... that's always a good one.
Ohhh that's all. I would also wish to not feel greedy for wanting this much stuff.
1. Panasonic AG HVX200
2. Mac Book Pro and/or a new Desktop Power Mac
3. Final Cut Pro
4. Zoom! laser whitening
5. Invisalign
6. Planet Beach Spa membership for a year
7. A personal trainer for a year
8. CK Euphoria Eau De Parfum
9. A lifetime supply of Alfa Parf Bamboo Shampoo and Conditioner
10. Accutane... oh yes.
11. Paul Mitchell Straightener
12. Harney and Sons Bangkok Blend tea
13. A round, all expense paid trip to New York, L.A., and Chicago
14. Tickets to see Radiohead
15. A 52" flat screen TV with surround sound
16. Satellite radio for my car
17. A giant trampoline... I have ALWAYS wanted one.
18. A stylist! But, I'd settle for a shopping spree at H&M
19. A grant and admission to attend AFI or the New York Film Academy
20. My exhausting car note and school loans to vanish
21. Acting lessons
22. An internship on the set of Chelsea Lately
23. Every book I have ever wanted on Amazon but still haven't bought because I am poor.
24. Something to replace plastic that is biodegradable so I don't have to feel like a jerk anymore... thanks.
25. World peace... that's always a good one.
Ohhh that's all. I would also wish to not feel greedy for wanting this much stuff.
SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 21, 2009
Spider in The Shed
My beloved friend Nick Isom is one of the most talented people I know. He is not only a dear, sweet man, but also the blue wizard that deejayed our crazy Halloween party and a brilliant budding filmmaker. It brings me much joy to share the trailer from his gorgeous short film Spider in The Shed. Jazzed about its premiere coming soon. <3
MONDAY, NOVEMBER 16, 2009
SUNDAY, OCTOBER 18, 2009
Oreodelay!
I bought Oreos tonight because today sucked more than a Dyson. I passed out a great deal of the round cookie delights to strangers in the store whilst relinquishing wise cracks and delight. I got a high five from a couple people in line and even the cops on duty took some cookies. It was a grand exit--one of those true moments of glee and triumph. I love the energy of strangers in a microcosm of camaraderie even if brought on by the simple sharing of a cookie sandwich. I felt really happy, and so did the people I interacted with. Thanks mini-moment. I suck at being sad... I just end up laughing.
To feel better aside from random Oreo indulgence in the night, I am going to Mormon church in the morning and then to a Harry Chrishna temple in the night with friends. Somewhere in there I need to sleep and scales mounds of homework. Man today blew. I want to hit the reset button in a throwback Nintendo-like fashion and shoot the giggling dog with the plastic gun.
I love making people laugh... thanks sustainable consolation to my legitimate sorrows. Off to tangle into the sheets. G'night.
To feel better aside from random Oreo indulgence in the night, I am going to Mormon church in the morning and then to a Harry Chrishna temple in the night with friends. Somewhere in there I need to sleep and scales mounds of homework. Man today blew. I want to hit the reset button in a throwback Nintendo-like fashion and shoot the giggling dog with the plastic gun.
I love making people laugh... thanks sustainable consolation to my legitimate sorrows. Off to tangle into the sheets. G'night.
SUNDAY, OCTOBER 11, 2009
Musical Meltdown
Music is the integral thread in my sanity scarf. I hope I don't get ambitious and try to hang myself with it. Music and Existentialism keep me from lighting things on fire and dancing in the proverbial ashes. It's true. That being said, please enjoy some magic presented by the Dirty Projectors. Pretty sweet:
And one of my go-to favorites, the freaking aurally seraphic Mother Mother... I love it so much it hurts:
I am obliging an affinity for the self-inflicted, cyclical hermit-mode I float into once in a while. I blame the Fall and my burning the candle at all ends, taking the evaporated wax, condensing it, and Bunsen burner-ing with repeated compulsion, and then lighting the burner itself on fire. Oh yes. I'm in a down-time deficit, overdrawn, and in desperate need of a break. I know I am because I begin thinking too much. I start thinking about how people aren't thinking enough and how shallow mental depth and the satisfaction of such is debilitating to our entire being.
The world overwhelms me with how unstable it all is. It's weird being cognizant we are in a mental safety plane where shopping at Target is great and enjoying an all-American hot dog is beautiful. The dirty alter-perception speaks of how evil giant corporations really are--their insatiable pillage mission, and how hot dogs are a sick production from the inhumane treatment of the factory raised animal used to the freak plastic packaging. Nevermind the nutrition value. But, the right thing to do is buy the new tennis shoes and ask someone to pass the mustard. Man, I sound like such a hippie. There’s so much more to it all. However, questioning the fabric of the system just unravels your happiness in wayward ways. I feel if you can't stop a machine and it's not your fault it was created... may as well enjoy its functions when you're able. Hence, my pleasure in existential views and my ability to remain relatively optimistic despite all the superfluous debris life launches at me. Hence, my typically not being overwhelmed by the hypervigilant yielding madhouse the world really is. Enough of my mind warp. I could go on and on and on and on... and on. I close with the following goodness:
Maybe I just need sleep. xo.
And one of my go-to favorites, the freaking aurally seraphic Mother Mother... I love it so much it hurts:
I am obliging an affinity for the self-inflicted, cyclical hermit-mode I float into once in a while. I blame the Fall and my burning the candle at all ends, taking the evaporated wax, condensing it, and Bunsen burner-ing with repeated compulsion, and then lighting the burner itself on fire. Oh yes. I'm in a down-time deficit, overdrawn, and in desperate need of a break. I know I am because I begin thinking too much. I start thinking about how people aren't thinking enough and how shallow mental depth and the satisfaction of such is debilitating to our entire being.
The world overwhelms me with how unstable it all is. It's weird being cognizant we are in a mental safety plane where shopping at Target is great and enjoying an all-American hot dog is beautiful. The dirty alter-perception speaks of how evil giant corporations really are--their insatiable pillage mission, and how hot dogs are a sick production from the inhumane treatment of the factory raised animal used to the freak plastic packaging. Nevermind the nutrition value. But, the right thing to do is buy the new tennis shoes and ask someone to pass the mustard. Man, I sound like such a hippie. There’s so much more to it all. However, questioning the fabric of the system just unravels your happiness in wayward ways. I feel if you can't stop a machine and it's not your fault it was created... may as well enjoy its functions when you're able. Hence, my pleasure in existential views and my ability to remain relatively optimistic despite all the superfluous debris life launches at me. Hence, my typically not being overwhelmed by the hypervigilant yielding madhouse the world really is. Enough of my mind warp. I could go on and on and on and on... and on. I close with the following goodness:
Maybe I just need sleep. xo.
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