...lyrics in the last little while.
They come out of a track by Marvo (I Gotta Hustle) who is apparently an up and coming artist out of the Chicago area.
Make it fast make it slow
Long as I'm making mo'.
I'm running for that money,
shit, I'm chasing dough.
Don't spend it on nothing I just make it grow
Put my faith in God,
then I put my face in blow.
I'm in character.
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Wow.
I highly recommend finding the track on fakeshoredrive (upper right) and listening to it.
Eat the shit out of your meal tomorrow,
-kevo (I can't believe I never used this til now!)
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
our wonderful world...
...is full of awesome little furry things.
Among them:
GREMLINS!
Seriously!
Fucking Gremlins!
-kevlin
P.S. GREMLINS!!!!
Among them:
GREMLINS!
Seriously!
Fucking Gremlins!
-kevlin
P.S. GREMLINS!!!!
Monday, November 24, 2008
where does...
...joy come from?
joy comes from here:
and here:
and any number of places.
family first,
-kevlegria
joy comes from here:
and here:
and any number of places.
family first,
-kevlegria
Sunday, November 23, 2008
I aint sayin' shes a gold digger...
...no, actually, yes, that is exactly what i'm saying.
So, hokay, tonight, I ate dinner in a beach front pent house with a 70-year-old man, his 35-year-old wife, and their 2-year-old grandson. The old man sells insurance to businesses, he ate lunch with the president of Sony Corp. International about 8 months ago. He is quite obviously filthy rich.
His three story apartment looked over the ocean, had 2 separate waterfalls, a jacuzzi, and pretty much marble everything. The toilet was disappointing, however.
The menu consisted of 2 bottles of what I can assume was fine red wine (opened using some strange, amazing C02 pressurizing cork-screw), a mixed green salad, some gross parmesan potatoes, roasted veal chops, and Blue Bunny ice cream.
The wife has admitted out loud that she is waiting for him to die. He made a joke about having many of his own "international affairs" upon hearing about my course of graduate study.
This is the stuff of absurd, horrible dreams.
-kevdigga.
So, hokay, tonight, I ate dinner in a beach front pent house with a 70-year-old man, his 35-year-old wife, and their 2-year-old grandson. The old man sells insurance to businesses, he ate lunch with the president of Sony Corp. International about 8 months ago. He is quite obviously filthy rich.
His three story apartment looked over the ocean, had 2 separate waterfalls, a jacuzzi, and pretty much marble everything. The toilet was disappointing, however.
The menu consisted of 2 bottles of what I can assume was fine red wine (opened using some strange, amazing C02 pressurizing cork-screw), a mixed green salad, some gross parmesan potatoes, roasted veal chops, and Blue Bunny ice cream.
The wife has admitted out loud that she is waiting for him to die. He made a joke about having many of his own "international affairs" upon hearing about my course of graduate study.
This is the stuff of absurd, horrible dreams.
-kevdigga.
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Colonies...
...yeah!,oh yeah!
In Puerto Rico, a couple of thoughts.
First, Spanish is really hard to understand here. Todoth thay hablan ethpanol Cathtiliano. Pueth, no puedo entender loth cothath que la gente ethtan dithiendo.
Second, it's really hard learn more about a place in the time it takes to drive from the airport to your family's chosen resort.
Third, taking what I just wrote into account, the idea of a drive-thru BBQ (open-air) is fucking sweet.
Finally, I hate being waited on by people who are about my age. It makes me feel really really uncomfortable, because I'm sure somewhere deep down in their hearts, they hate me.
-kevrico.
In Puerto Rico, a couple of thoughts.
First, Spanish is really hard to understand here. Todoth thay hablan ethpanol Cathtiliano. Pueth, no puedo entender loth cothath que la gente ethtan dithiendo.
Second, it's really hard learn more about a place in the time it takes to drive from the airport to your family's chosen resort.
Third, taking what I just wrote into account, the idea of a drive-thru BBQ (open-air) is fucking sweet.
Finally, I hate being waited on by people who are about my age. It makes me feel really really uncomfortable, because I'm sure somewhere deep down in their hearts, they hate me.
-kevrico.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
graffitti...
...is pretty.
and sometimes, it expresses how your feel better than you could.
-kevsucksdie
and sometimes, it expresses how your feel better than you could.
-kevsucksdie
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
where's your....
...head at (at at at at at at)
you can probably answer that question.
I, on the other hand, cannot.
Something happened to me last night, and it feels like my head is detached from my body. I can't have conversations with strangers. I nearly fainted, i think.
Possible culprits:
Weird Diet Fluctuations. I've eaten a lot of shitty food in the last couple of days, after doing well without it for quite a while
The Electric Blanket. I'd had it turned up to 15 the night before, maybe it was too warm and my body reacted unfavorably
Exhaustion. I am very busy. and Very Very Tired.
Malfunctions in the electric chip in my head. Patriot Act.
Others?
-kevved out.
you can probably answer that question.
I, on the other hand, cannot.
Something happened to me last night, and it feels like my head is detached from my body. I can't have conversations with strangers. I nearly fainted, i think.
Possible culprits:
Weird Diet Fluctuations. I've eaten a lot of shitty food in the last couple of days, after doing well without it for quite a while
The Electric Blanket. I'd had it turned up to 15 the night before, maybe it was too warm and my body reacted unfavorably
Exhaustion. I am very busy. and Very Very Tired.
Malfunctions in the electric chip in my head. Patriot Act.
Others?
-kevved out.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Saturday, November 15, 2008
my life is a little...
...closer to being complete.
i have seen conor oberst play live music. y-a-y.
Some conclusions.
#1) He is not as sad as he (purportedly) used to be. i have never heard a bright eyes record, but i hear that it was a rough time in poor conor's life. he now seems to want to be ryan adams/jeff tweedy. he is a far cry from being either.
#2) He is not as pretty as he (purportedly) used to be. he had weird jack white hair and he looked pretty ugly. he is also not jack white. i would have sooner gone home with the bassist who looked like he was retrieved from someone's mother's basement in 1992, just for the show, or any/every member of his opening band.
#3) The opening band was superior to conor oberst. I think they were called the felice brothers? skinny guys, lots of enthusiasm. except for the accordian player. i mean, enthusiastic, but bearing a remarkable resemblance to the dude from blues traveler.
#4) ATL is a cool city. I should go there more.
i can't believe i missed a day. fuck-all.
-kevor kevberst.
i have seen conor oberst play live music. y-a-y.
Some conclusions.
#1) He is not as sad as he (purportedly) used to be. i have never heard a bright eyes record, but i hear that it was a rough time in poor conor's life. he now seems to want to be ryan adams/jeff tweedy. he is a far cry from being either.
#2) He is not as pretty as he (purportedly) used to be. he had weird jack white hair and he looked pretty ugly. he is also not jack white. i would have sooner gone home with the bassist who looked like he was retrieved from someone's mother's basement in 1992, just for the show, or any/every member of his opening band.
#3) The opening band was superior to conor oberst. I think they were called the felice brothers? skinny guys, lots of enthusiasm. except for the accordian player. i mean, enthusiastic, but bearing a remarkable resemblance to the dude from blues traveler.
#4) ATL is a cool city. I should go there more.
i can't believe i missed a day. fuck-all.
-kevor kevberst.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Here's a Picture of...
...a casserole I made.
Return readers may or may not get a process set of photos, which are step by step to how to make this casserole and pretty neat looking (multiple squash colors).
Thought for the day is: Horses terrify me, they're just so...big.
-kevin kevin kevin kevin
Return readers may or may not get a process set of photos, which are step by step to how to make this casserole and pretty neat looking (multiple squash colors).
Thought for the day is: Horses terrify me, they're just so...big.
-kevin kevin kevin kevin
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
in this club....
...in this club (HEY!)...in this club....
Whilst singing to myself on the street today, i concluded that some of the sweetest, most amazingly romantic songs i know are rap songs. Still walking and singing, i thought, "a lot of people probably wouldn't think this song is romantic. what makes me think that it is?"
here are my answers: qualities that make a hip-hop, non-classic r&b song romantic:
It is romantic when a rapper who usually talks about killing people talks about a special lady/man
See: Pharaoh Monch, "The Light". Monch, of "Simon Sez Get the Fuck Up" fame, raps about love at first sight in the club. Uses words like immaculate, inappropriate, and talks about getting on his knees when describing the encounter. Uncharacteristic=romantic. If D'Angelo came up to you and recited the words from "The Light", you'd probably sleep with him (I would), but you'd probably feel cheap in the morning knowing that you're one in a line of many of the wooed. If a fat, crass rapper gives you this spiel, you're probably special.
It is romantic when a rapper is candid to the point of making him/herself vulnerable in the act of talking about their significant other
Big Boi and Andre 3000 of Outkast are masters of this. Neither seems to be too cool or too hard to talk straight about lovin'. Examples include "Spotieotiespotteddogalicious" (my favorite is "smellin' like a plate of yams with extra syrup") and that song by UGK about getting married. Those songs are hot as fcuk.
(Another note, being straight honest can sort of blur the line between romantic and sexy, see: "Don't want to meet your daddy, just want you in my caddy")
A final way that a hip-hop song can be romantic: The beat simply makes you want to fuck
Self-explanatory and probably the most reliable one
We don't go to the mall, we don't go out to eat,
-kev.love.
PS. One way of immediately ruining the romance in a rap song
Using the word, "pussy".
Whilst singing to myself on the street today, i concluded that some of the sweetest, most amazingly romantic songs i know are rap songs. Still walking and singing, i thought, "a lot of people probably wouldn't think this song is romantic. what makes me think that it is?"
here are my answers: qualities that make a hip-hop, non-classic r&b song romantic:
It is romantic when a rapper who usually talks about killing people talks about a special lady/man
See: Pharaoh Monch, "The Light". Monch, of "Simon Sez Get the Fuck Up" fame, raps about love at first sight in the club. Uses words like immaculate, inappropriate, and talks about getting on his knees when describing the encounter. Uncharacteristic=romantic. If D'Angelo came up to you and recited the words from "The Light", you'd probably sleep with him (I would), but you'd probably feel cheap in the morning knowing that you're one in a line of many of the wooed. If a fat, crass rapper gives you this spiel, you're probably special.
It is romantic when a rapper is candid to the point of making him/herself vulnerable in the act of talking about their significant other
Big Boi and Andre 3000 of Outkast are masters of this. Neither seems to be too cool or too hard to talk straight about lovin'. Examples include "Spotieotiespotteddogalicious" (my favorite is "smellin' like a plate of yams with extra syrup") and that song by UGK about getting married. Those songs are hot as fcuk.
(Another note, being straight honest can sort of blur the line between romantic and sexy, see: "Don't want to meet your daddy, just want you in my caddy")
A final way that a hip-hop song can be romantic: The beat simply makes you want to fuck
Self-explanatory and probably the most reliable one
We don't go to the mall, we don't go out to eat,
-kev.love.
PS. One way of immediately ruining the romance in a rap song
Using the word, "pussy".
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Vaguely Christian Young Person Gather Spaces
...make me really really uncomfortable. And they are all the fuck over Athens. I'm in one now. I mean, no one around me as actually doing bible study right now. But i know they will be soon. Soon.
-kevnostic
-kevnostic
Monday, November 10, 2008
reading is fundamental...
...ly unnecessary. I get all of my news from the MTV.
However, four things out of context in things I've read recently.
From Grad School:
"The military took over Somalia in a bloodless coup when the last functioning civilian president was assassinated in 1969" (Marten, Kimberly, Warlordism in a Comparative Perspective, Pg 52)
From my Spam Inbox:
"Make her grotto wet of pleasure"
From a music magazine:
"On Thr33 Ringz, Rapper T-Pain Drops Fresh Beats, Solutions to Hunger"
From a chat with Megan Clark:
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Megan:what are you up to, tricky?
me: reading about warlords
Megan: like me?
me: yep
feudal europe, early 20th century china, modern somalia, megan clark
yup, all right here in my readings
Megan: that's funny
you're in my readings today too
me: frail men of modern america?
Megan: Methylenetetrahydofolate reductase, Homocysteine, Kevin Terry, homozygosity for the C677T, etc...
just kidding.
you aren't a genetic disorder
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I guess that last one isn't really reading, persay.
-kevliterate
However, four things out of context in things I've read recently.
From Grad School:
"The military took over Somalia in a bloodless coup when the last functioning civilian president was assassinated in 1969" (Marten, Kimberly, Warlordism in a Comparative Perspective, Pg 52)
From my Spam Inbox:
"Make her grotto wet of pleasure"
From a music magazine:
"On Thr33 Ringz, Rapper T-Pain Drops Fresh Beats, Solutions to Hunger"
From a chat with Megan Clark:
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Megan:what are you up to, tricky?
me: reading about warlords
Megan: like me?
me: yep
feudal europe, early 20th century china, modern somalia, megan clark
yup, all right here in my readings
Megan: that's funny
you're in my readings today too
me: frail men of modern america?
Megan: Methylenetetrahydofolate reductase, Homocysteine, Kevin Terry, homozygosity for the C677T, etc...
just kidding.
you aren't a genetic disorder
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I guess that last one isn't really reading, persay.
-kevliterate
grad school sucks....
...but right now, I'm reading about warlords, private military contractors, and mercenaries. For Real.
Fuck Yeah.
(these things are not as exciting when you read them in terms of long-lasting, tenable state infrastructure. actchurally, those things make them not exciting at all. Not really Fuck Yeah, I guess. Just Fuck)
-kevlord
Fuck Yeah.
(these things are not as exciting when you read them in terms of long-lasting, tenable state infrastructure. actchurally, those things make them not exciting at all. Not really Fuck Yeah, I guess. Just Fuck)
-kevlord
Sunday, November 9, 2008
fuck you kroger...
...for putting slices of $1.99 cake by the door. Why you gotta go and do that, man? You know I would buy most anything, and only because it was two dollars. I'm also pretty likely to buy cake, just because i can see it.
two dollar cake, then, is totally beyond resistability for me.
lame.
-kevfection
two dollar cake, then, is totally beyond resistability for me.
lame.
-kevfection
Saturday, November 8, 2008
i lost...
...in an important game of frisbee today.
I was really crushed. Not totally sure why. But I've got this horrible fear that I can't win when it matters. And I guess in real life there's not so much a "winning" in crucial situations, but maybe there is. And if there is, I'm afraid that I can't make it happen. And that sucks.
I guess I can always try again tomorrow, and next month, and next year.
killer parties almost killed me,
-table of kevtents
I was really crushed. Not totally sure why. But I've got this horrible fear that I can't win when it matters. And I guess in real life there's not so much a "winning" in crucial situations, but maybe there is. And if there is, I'm afraid that I can't make it happen. And that sucks.
I guess I can always try again tomorrow, and next month, and next year.
killer parties almost killed me,
-table of kevtents
Friday, November 7, 2008
i'll admit...
...that yes, it is questionable.
I will say this though. I resent online indie comics like Questionable Content for creating fictional, unrealistic girls for me to vaguely crush-on. Like, maybe they're all in Toronto. But probably not.
I mean, I don't even do this with movies! Much less real-life-flesh ladies! I have one of those! Do the authors have no real-life ladies of their own, so they console themselves with these drawn-up ladies!? These comics a cru-el!
-kevfatuated.
PS. The guy at Boy On A Stick and Slither doesn't seem to have that problem.
PPS. Wow it took me a really long time to figure out how to use hyperlinks.
PPSSPPSSPQ. I just found out that Famous Amos, the cookie guy, is Black. Who knew?
I will say this though. I resent online indie comics like Questionable Content for creating fictional, unrealistic girls for me to vaguely crush-on. Like, maybe they're all in Toronto. But probably not.
I mean, I don't even do this with movies! Much less real-life-flesh ladies! I have one of those! Do the authors have no real-life ladies of their own, so they console themselves with these drawn-up ladies!? These comics a cru-el!
-kevfatuated.
PS. The guy at Boy On A Stick and Slither doesn't seem to have that problem.
PPS. Wow it took me a really long time to figure out how to use hyperlinks.
PPSSPPSSPQ. I just found out that Famous Amos, the cookie guy, is Black. Who knew?
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Challenge...
...suckas.
I've accepted, and now it's a team. A team of super-awesome folks. One has babies! They're real cute!
And Todd! I love Todd. And ME!
LOOK AT ME!
I hate cats! But I love them in pictures!
I'm going take this "post everyday" thing as an opportunity to be less serious about my blog. No more love-sickness with friends. No more boring ol' political posts. Just a lot of pointless drivel.
-kevisus
ps. I keep wanting to scream "eat shit!" at people with McCain/Palin stuff on on their cars, etc. But I know that would be wrong.
I've accepted, and now it's a team. A team of super-awesome folks. One has babies! They're real cute!
And Todd! I love Todd. And ME!
LOOK AT ME!
I hate cats! But I love them in pictures!
I'm going take this "post everyday" thing as an opportunity to be less serious about my blog. No more love-sickness with friends. No more boring ol' political posts. Just a lot of pointless drivel.
-kevisus
ps. I keep wanting to scream "eat shit!" at people with McCain/Palin stuff on on their cars, etc. But I know that would be wrong.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Woke up new...
... I felt free and I felt lonely and I felt scared.
(That coffee said Obama when I ordered it. It was an Obama latte. All smiles)
We have a new president, and I was too tired last night from volunteering around Chicago with various organizations dedicated to increasing immigrant voter participation to care.
This morning, however, I woke up new. And I felt bright and energized all at the same time. This is an incredible moment to live through. I am happy to have seen it.
However, what I took away from from talking to dozens of people, knocking on hundreds of doors, and watching a young organizers command small armies of volunteers* was that it matters more what people are willing to do to fight for their rights than who is president or in congress or what-have-you. Barack Obama is a symbol for millions of people who were hungry to be represented. And while seeing his face brings me satisfaction, seeing the faces of brown people who at one point could not vote or who still cannot vote at present facilitating democracy by begging their families friends and neighbors to visit the polls, that brought me joy and peace.
this is real and not for play,
-kevoutthevote
*to get an idea of where I was starting saturday, googlemap the following: Waukegan, Il, Woodstock, Il, Melrose Park, Il, 1847 W Summerdale, Chicago, Cicero, Il, 2107 N Albany, Chicago, back to Cicero, back to Albany, Waukegan, Il, Madison and Michigan, Chicago, 2020 W 18th, Chicago, 2107 Albany
(That coffee said Obama when I ordered it. It was an Obama latte. All smiles)
We have a new president, and I was too tired last night from volunteering around Chicago with various organizations dedicated to increasing immigrant voter participation to care.
This morning, however, I woke up new. And I felt bright and energized all at the same time. This is an incredible moment to live through. I am happy to have seen it.
However, what I took away from from talking to dozens of people, knocking on hundreds of doors, and watching a young organizers command small armies of volunteers* was that it matters more what people are willing to do to fight for their rights than who is president or in congress or what-have-you. Barack Obama is a symbol for millions of people who were hungry to be represented. And while seeing his face brings me satisfaction, seeing the faces of brown people who at one point could not vote or who still cannot vote at present facilitating democracy by begging their families friends and neighbors to visit the polls, that brought me joy and peace.
this is real and not for play,
-kevoutthevote
*to get an idea of where I was starting saturday, googlemap the following: Waukegan, Il, Woodstock, Il, Melrose Park, Il, 1847 W Summerdale, Chicago, Cicero, Il, 2107 N Albany, Chicago, back to Cicero, back to Albany, Waukegan, Il, Madison and Michigan, Chicago, 2020 W 18th, Chicago, 2107 Albany
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