...of an era of sorts.
I went and saw Wilco for what is probably the very last time a couple of nights ago. They were good as they always are. The kept Sky Blue Sky songs to a minimum. I only felt like i was driving a Jetta for a very short time. I was as close as i've ever been to the band for the first 15 minutes of the show, that was neat. I went with another person to a Wilco concert for the first time ever, it was distracting. I left the show about 2/5ths of the way through because of personal problems. I still shuddered the whole way through when they played Pot Kettle Black. The fans at the show seemed like jerks. I still knew all the words to all the songs the played. It felt good, really good, and i am not sad that i left early even though they played 2 encores of 9 songs primarily from Being There. Wilco is probably one of my favorite bands. I can listen to their records from time to time and feel good, but i've seen them enough times to know that their live shows are increasing in price, deteriorating in quality, and the people at them don't feel like i do about the music. That's the most way concise way I can say it.
muchluv,
kev.m.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Today...
...I will send 2 seemingly contradictory things.
I like them both very much and I think this of this as a kind of nice showing of 2 of the many sides of me.
Side 1:
Livin in a small town, you can see you enemies from miles and miles away.
They know when you're at the liquor store, and when you're at the library.
I know this woman Teri. Man, she's a real screw up.
But we like to keep her around cause it makes us feel good.
Like, "Man, I'm glad I'm not that messed up".
Living in a small town, you can see your enemies from miles and miles away.
I like to go walk around downtown on Sunday morning,
When the squares are all in church, and the hipsters are still asleep.
I feel like I can finally walk in peace.
I know this woman little blue, she's only about 5'7''
But when she's on her tip toes, she must be...a million feet tall!
All the way up to the Moon!
-Roughly quoted from John Wilkes' Booze 5 Pillars of Soul
Side 2:
Kitty Pride,
-kevinleeguebaseball
I like them both very much and I think this of this as a kind of nice showing of 2 of the many sides of me.
Side 1:
Livin in a small town, you can see you enemies from miles and miles away.
They know when you're at the liquor store, and when you're at the library.
I know this woman Teri. Man, she's a real screw up.
But we like to keep her around cause it makes us feel good.
Like, "Man, I'm glad I'm not that messed up".
Living in a small town, you can see your enemies from miles and miles away.
I like to go walk around downtown on Sunday morning,
When the squares are all in church, and the hipsters are still asleep.
I feel like I can finally walk in peace.
I know this woman little blue, she's only about 5'7''
But when she's on her tip toes, she must be...a million feet tall!
All the way up to the Moon!
-Roughly quoted from John Wilkes' Booze 5 Pillars of Soul
Side 2:
Kitty Pride,
-kevinleeguebaseball
Monday, April 13, 2009
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
out of the 4 things i ought to be doing...
...this is not one of them.
Fuck it. Welcome to my blog. Somehow this seems a productive activity, at least as it pertains to personal health. So I post. No one else really posts. The challenge is dead. I linger (ramble) on.
Today's bit of stuff comes via my penchant for googeling (goggling) mahself. Up to this point, beyond everything I already am, I am:
A much-hated professional soccer referee
A jujitsu master
At least three or four different computer programmers
A pretty good cross country runner.
I found out I am something else today. This happens to be my favorite thing.
I am the leader of my very own gospel choir. Behold:
Kevin Terry and the Predestined
(also on the youtubes)
What the fuck are you?
-kevordained
Fuck it. Welcome to my blog. Somehow this seems a productive activity, at least as it pertains to personal health. So I post. No one else really posts. The challenge is dead. I linger (ramble) on.
Today's bit of stuff comes via my penchant for googeling (goggling) mahself. Up to this point, beyond everything I already am, I am:
A much-hated professional soccer referee
A jujitsu master
At least three or four different computer programmers
A pretty good cross country runner.
I found out I am something else today. This happens to be my favorite thing.
I am the leader of my very own gospel choir. Behold:
Kevin Terry and the Predestined
(also on the youtubes)
What the fuck are you?
-kevordained
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
I am...
...10 graphic novels.
Ok. In truth, I'm only like 1 page of a graphic novel. Here is my fambly as a graphic novel.
(IadoptedadogHisnameisRangerHe'sgot2differentcoloredeyesThatmeanshe candomagicI'llprobablypostanormalpictureofhimlater.
Thank you for your neat camera and built in effects, Lil' Animal 2.0. Macs are clearly for idiots with too much time on their hands.
-the kevmen
Ok. In truth, I'm only like 1 page of a graphic novel. Here is my fambly as a graphic novel.
(IadoptedadogHisnameisRangerHe'sgot2differentcoloredeyesThatmeanshe candomagicI'llprobablypostanormalpictureofhimlater.
Thank you for your neat camera and built in effects, Lil' Animal 2.0. Macs are clearly for idiots with too much time on their hands.
-the kevmen
Friday, March 20, 2009
Spicy Food....
...Makes Your Nose Drip.
This is not about that.
This is about the restaurants that are close to my house.
There are 4 notables.
1/ Subvay Sandviches
2/ Cali N' Titos (enjoy our Latin Thing) food stand.
3/ Casa de Wafle (Waffle Home)
4/ Kelly's Jerk Wings.
Generally, I think all 5-10 of you agree that big corporations are not that cool. Hence, we probably shouldn't eat their food. Clearly, my readership, not really all that politically diverse. That's ok, the people who aren't reading this are jerks. In that spirit, I do my darndest to eat at the two that you can't find anywhere else. Just one location in the whole wide world.
Stepping outside of an obvious conclusion, I also choose to eat at these two even though in some instances the others taste better. I've had conversations with Th' D about this before. It is and will continue to be my contention that if a person running a restaurant is awesome, people should eat there, even if their product (foodness) is average, or, to a reasonable extent, sub-par. I could talk at length about Calientitos, given that they let people who otherwise don't work up front in Georgia work up front. But I'll leave it at what I just wrote.
Kelly's, on the other hand, deserves an extended comment. I've never eaten much Jamaican food, so it's not something I wake up, go to bed, or spend the parts of my day between those two things (waking and dreaming) craving. And, honestly, even with a profound love for jalapenos cultivated over the last few years, everything on their menu makes my nose drip. Seriously. Chicken (drip), cabbage (drip), goat (drip drip), spicy squash (fw0000sh).
Still, the food's pretty good once the pain subsides. More important, Kelly (there actually is a Kelly, dope) has the most infectious smile of anybody I've ever met. Moreover, he makes a special point to know the name of everyone who goes there on a semi-regular basis (he asked mine today). MOREOVER, he and his wife are the only two people that work there. He's friendly and laughs and jokes, she's no-nonsense and looks tired all the time (finances?), but clearly loves her husband and how happy it makes him.
Short story, community is as important to me as delectable stufffoods. Short of multiple bouts of food poisoning, I will walk to these restaurants at least once every couple of weeks, if only because it's like visiting friends. By paying to hang out with them and use their napkins as tissues, I can keep them around.
drip drip drip *sniffle*,
-kev-may-can
Ps. I secretly eat at Waffle House once a month. ummMmm...Wafful.
This is not about that.
This is about the restaurants that are close to my house.
There are 4 notables.
1/ Subvay Sandviches
2/ Cali N' Titos (enjoy our Latin Thing) food stand.
3/ Casa de Wafle (Waffle Home)
4/ Kelly's Jerk Wings.
Generally, I think all 5-10 of you agree that big corporations are not that cool. Hence, we probably shouldn't eat their food. Clearly, my readership, not really all that politically diverse. That's ok, the people who aren't reading this are jerks. In that spirit, I do my darndest to eat at the two that you can't find anywhere else. Just one location in the whole wide world.
Stepping outside of an obvious conclusion, I also choose to eat at these two even though in some instances the others taste better. I've had conversations with Th' D about this before. It is and will continue to be my contention that if a person running a restaurant is awesome, people should eat there, even if their product (foodness) is average, or, to a reasonable extent, sub-par. I could talk at length about Calientitos, given that they let people who otherwise don't work up front in Georgia work up front. But I'll leave it at what I just wrote.
Kelly's, on the other hand, deserves an extended comment. I've never eaten much Jamaican food, so it's not something I wake up, go to bed, or spend the parts of my day between those two things (waking and dreaming) craving. And, honestly, even with a profound love for jalapenos cultivated over the last few years, everything on their menu makes my nose drip. Seriously. Chicken (drip), cabbage (drip), goat (drip drip), spicy squash (fw0000sh).
Still, the food's pretty good once the pain subsides. More important, Kelly (there actually is a Kelly, dope) has the most infectious smile of anybody I've ever met. Moreover, he makes a special point to know the name of everyone who goes there on a semi-regular basis (he asked mine today). MOREOVER, he and his wife are the only two people that work there. He's friendly and laughs and jokes, she's no-nonsense and looks tired all the time (finances?), but clearly loves her husband and how happy it makes him.
Short story, community is as important to me as delectable stufffoods. Short of multiple bouts of food poisoning, I will walk to these restaurants at least once every couple of weeks, if only because it's like visiting friends. By paying to hang out with them and use their napkins as tissues, I can keep them around.
drip drip drip *sniffle*,
-kev-may-can
Ps. I secretly eat at Waffle House once a month. ummMmm...Wafful.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Human...
...Amusement.
Quick nod to a giggle-fit inducing part of this Washington Post article.
'The rhetoric grew so heated yesterday that Sen. Charles E. Grassley (R-Iowa) suggested in a radio interview that AIG executives ought to "follow the Japanese model . . . resign, or go commit suicide."
An aide later explained he does not actually want executives to kill themselves.'
Can't decide if it's funnier with or without that last part.
Sun's out!
-Kevpoku
Quick nod to a giggle-fit inducing part of this Washington Post article.
'The rhetoric grew so heated yesterday that Sen. Charles E. Grassley (R-Iowa) suggested in a radio interview that AIG executives ought to "follow the Japanese model . . . resign, or go commit suicide."
An aide later explained he does not actually want executives to kill themselves.'
Can't decide if it's funnier with or without that last part.
Sun's out!
-Kevpoku
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Walk...
…Juan Crow.
It’s finally arrived. The moment when my anticipated run-up against a far more bigoted place at a less bigoted time resulted in legislation I’ve only read about the potential for in small, isolated towns or upper-crust towns trying to prevent inevitable demographic change.
Two new laws passed through the some part or both of the Georgia Legislature last week. One, which forces individuals to present valid state-issued identification at their polling place when voting, and Senate Bill 67 which states that Georgia drivers tests will now be printed exclusively in English.
The first of the two laws is an attack on civic participation intended to reduce fraudulent voting by undocumented immigrants. This, however, is a thinly veiled effort to reduce voter participation overall. When more people vote, more progressive politicians and legislation tends to result. By making voting laws more stringent, less individuals will be prepared to participate in the political process, and therefore more will be driven away. People who are interested in civil rights and the like generally fight this kind of legislation because it represents a new block to civic participation among a bunch of others that already exists.
Possible instances include:
a/ Elderly people who have been voting for years without ID, now turned away.
b/ Newly naturalized immigrants, who yet to be issued identification can’t vote
c/ Forgetful people (me), and folks who want to vote, but consider themselves too busy to go home and get an ID probably won’t vote.
To me, this is all fucked up.
Emily talks about this business on the television here.
The second piece of legislation is similarly disturbing, but far more fascinating to me in its intended target. Arguments in the past have attempted to say that undocumented immigrants pose a threat to drives due to a lack of car insurance and other factors, but this is a blatant denial of basic necessities to non-English speaking citizens. Among the far-reaching number of possible implications of this law is more racial profiling, wherein an individual who does not appear to be an English speaker is pulled over on the grounds that they likely do not have a valid drivers license. Here, people who have every right to be in the United States are either denied the necessary means to earn a living or are criminalized for attempting to do so.
You can watch a short piece on this here.
It’s hard for me grasp all of this, because I’ve really only lived in places where there were substantial numbers of allies for New Americans and significant legal challenge to bigoted laws. When something like this came up in government, there was a fight. I’m sure there’s one starting here, but I’m waiting to hear about it. I want a fight. I hope it comes soon.
Georgia on my mind,
-kevnin’
It’s finally arrived. The moment when my anticipated run-up against a far more bigoted place at a less bigoted time resulted in legislation I’ve only read about the potential for in small, isolated towns or upper-crust towns trying to prevent inevitable demographic change.
Two new laws passed through the some part or both of the Georgia Legislature last week. One, which forces individuals to present valid state-issued identification at their polling place when voting, and Senate Bill 67 which states that Georgia drivers tests will now be printed exclusively in English.
The first of the two laws is an attack on civic participation intended to reduce fraudulent voting by undocumented immigrants. This, however, is a thinly veiled effort to reduce voter participation overall. When more people vote, more progressive politicians and legislation tends to result. By making voting laws more stringent, less individuals will be prepared to participate in the political process, and therefore more will be driven away. People who are interested in civil rights and the like generally fight this kind of legislation because it represents a new block to civic participation among a bunch of others that already exists.
Possible instances include:
a/ Elderly people who have been voting for years without ID, now turned away.
b/ Newly naturalized immigrants, who yet to be issued identification can’t vote
c/ Forgetful people (me), and folks who want to vote, but consider themselves too busy to go home and get an ID probably won’t vote.
To me, this is all fucked up.
Emily talks about this business on the television here.
The second piece of legislation is similarly disturbing, but far more fascinating to me in its intended target. Arguments in the past have attempted to say that undocumented immigrants pose a threat to drives due to a lack of car insurance and other factors, but this is a blatant denial of basic necessities to non-English speaking citizens. Among the far-reaching number of possible implications of this law is more racial profiling, wherein an individual who does not appear to be an English speaker is pulled over on the grounds that they likely do not have a valid drivers license. Here, people who have every right to be in the United States are either denied the necessary means to earn a living or are criminalized for attempting to do so.
You can watch a short piece on this here.
It’s hard for me grasp all of this, because I’ve really only lived in places where there were substantial numbers of allies for New Americans and significant legal challenge to bigoted laws. When something like this came up in government, there was a fight. I’m sure there’s one starting here, but I’m waiting to hear about it. I want a fight. I hope it comes soon.
Georgia on my mind,
-kevnin’
Monday, March 2, 2009
couldn't run far...
...enough to escape the wintry world of the upper midwest.
In georgia, we had a bona-fide blizzard yesterday. Powers out. Can't drive places. Can't do a dog-gone thing.
I'm writing this from my arch nemesis Earthfare, the overpriced yuppie food paradise.
(I get looooost, in a food paradi-iiise)
I'll send picture. This is fucking ridiculous.
-cold-kay
PS: Happy Birthday Bee Bee.
In georgia, we had a bona-fide blizzard yesterday. Powers out. Can't drive places. Can't do a dog-gone thing.
I'm writing this from my arch nemesis Earthfare, the overpriced yuppie food paradise.
(I get looooost, in a food paradi-iiise)
I'll send picture. This is fucking ridiculous.
-cold-kay
PS: Happy Birthday Bee Bee.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
one...
...oh one.
Ha. This is an article I can't even begin to understand. Maybe it's cuz I'm in my early-20's and the mid-20's dating market among young, wealthy professionals is a bizarre mystery to me. Nonetheless, this article made me giggle a bit.
The Dating Market Goes From Bullish to Sheepish (Washington Post)
back to grindin',
-kissin'kev'ns
Ha. This is an article I can't even begin to understand. Maybe it's cuz I'm in my early-20's and the mid-20's dating market among young, wealthy professionals is a bizarre mystery to me. Nonetheless, this article made me giggle a bit.
The Dating Market Goes From Bullish to Sheepish (Washington Post)
back to grindin',
-kissin'kev'ns
Monday, February 23, 2009
A...
...Hunnerd. I've posted in this thing a hunnerd times.
I suppose now would be a good time for a grandiose, insightful piece that illuminates my thoughts, feelings, etc.
Instead, I think I'll stick to my guns and do something more kevrachteristic. This little thing mad me smile big:
thanks for reading my letters to space,
-kevtennial
I suppose now would be a good time for a grandiose, insightful piece that illuminates my thoughts, feelings, etc.
Instead, I think I'll stick to my guns and do something more kevrachteristic. This little thing mad me smile big:
thanks for reading my letters to space,
-kevtennial
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
cruel...
...ty
i've had a chest cold for a week. i played in a tournament anyway. i came home with something that may have been a/ food poisoning b/ stomach flu c/ intestinal goblin.
you might describe it as a meta-illness. feeling like shit and tired as hell anyway, my digestive system was purged of basically everything.
i am now weak...as...fuck. we'll see how recovering from the cold goes now, i think the odds are against me.
the body it breaks,
-kevomit
i've had a chest cold for a week. i played in a tournament anyway. i came home with something that may have been a/ food poisoning b/ stomach flu c/ intestinal goblin.
you might describe it as a meta-illness. feeling like shit and tired as hell anyway, my digestive system was purged of basically everything.
i am now weak...as...fuck. we'll see how recovering from the cold goes now, i think the odds are against me.
the body it breaks,
-kevomit
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Friday, February 6, 2009
Oh lord...
...yes I'll be right back.
A few things I thought about on my way home from a botched attempt to video an 8th grade teacher for work (imaginations, feel free to run wild)
1/ If you're ever near a big city without any way to play your own music, the best way to find an awesome radio station is to listen for one called "The People's Station". Pretty much every big city has one and they pretty much all play fucking awesome hip-hop. I live near enough to the original (V 103.3) that I'm never at a loss.
2/ Writing an $800 check when that's how much you make a month is eerily similar to getting kicked in the balls.
3/ Making meatballs out of ground bison, good pesto, garlic, onion, and one egg is sound culinary idea.
4/ I miss my friends.
Feds takin pictures of me,
-the kev'les station
ps. please work on those 15 track cds. Mine is almost done.
A few things I thought about on my way home from a botched attempt to video an 8th grade teacher for work (imaginations, feel free to run wild)
1/ If you're ever near a big city without any way to play your own music, the best way to find an awesome radio station is to listen for one called "The People's Station". Pretty much every big city has one and they pretty much all play fucking awesome hip-hop. I live near enough to the original (V 103.3) that I'm never at a loss.
2/ Writing an $800 check when that's how much you make a month is eerily similar to getting kicked in the balls.
3/ Making meatballs out of ground bison, good pesto, garlic, onion, and one egg is sound culinary idea.
4/ I miss my friends.
Feds takin pictures of me,
-the kev'les station
ps. please work on those 15 track cds. Mine is almost done.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Automatic For the...
...Expats.
I initially took this picture to send to Chris, something I'll do as soon as this is done. But for right now, I post it here, because I think it's a nice phot-oh.
If you ever wondered, where R.E.M. got some of their inspiration information, it was right here in Athens, Ga.
Star me Kitten,
=What's the Frequency Kevin?
PS. Athens is still a suck hole.
PSS. My sister is the bomb, happy birth day sis. Way to be rad.
I initially took this picture to send to Chris, something I'll do as soon as this is done. But for right now, I post it here, because I think it's a nice phot-oh.
If you ever wondered, where R.E.M. got some of their inspiration information, it was right here in Athens, Ga.
Star me Kitten,
=What's the Frequency Kevin?
PS. Athens is still a suck hole.
PSS. My sister is the bomb, happy birth day sis. Way to be rad.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Coupla...
...sad notes.
1/ I am eating a muffin that tastes like Kraft macaroni-n-cheese. Sad? Maybe not actually sad. Weird and gross? Yeah. Weird and gross.
2/ On another, actually sad note. The Silver Jews are not a band anymore. They will be playing their last show Saturday night in Nashville. I looked into driving down, but tickets are sold out and 150 dollars on craigslist. Sad. I liked them. I thought Au might have something to say about it. Maybe she will. At least we'll always have the natural bridge.
-Copper Kevin
1/ I am eating a muffin that tastes like Kraft macaroni-n-cheese. Sad? Maybe not actually sad. Weird and gross? Yeah. Weird and gross.
2/ On another, actually sad note. The Silver Jews are not a band anymore. They will be playing their last show Saturday night in Nashville. I looked into driving down, but tickets are sold out and 150 dollars on craigslist. Sad. I liked them. I thought Au might have something to say about it. Maybe she will. At least we'll always have the natural bridge.
-Copper Kevin
Saturday, January 24, 2009
My Word...
...of the Day
Miasma:
- an unwholesome atmosphere; "the novel spun a miasma of death and decay"
- unhealthy vapors rising from the ground or other sources; "the miasma of the marshes"; "a miasma of cigar smoke"
SEE ALSO:
-Miasma was an Austrian death metal band founded in 1990. Along with bands like Disharmonic Orchestra, Pugnent Stench, and Asphyx
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Miasma_(band)
FUCKING RIGHTEOUS
-kevsma
Miasma:
- an unwholesome atmosphere; "the novel spun a miasma of death and decay"
- unhealthy vapors rising from the ground or other sources; "the miasma of the marshes"; "a miasma of cigar smoke"
SEE ALSO:
-Miasma was an Austrian death metal band founded in 1990. Along with bands like Disharmonic Orchestra, Pugnent Stench, and Asphyx
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Miasma_(band)
FUCKING RIGHTEOUS
-kevsma
Thursday, January 22, 2009
File Under....
...Semi-boring observation-type notes.
In Georgia, it appears that everyone has a dumb cold-weather hat that they have hidden in a special drawer in their closet just in case the temperature drops below 40 degrees. Seriously.
Tassels, weird Andean hats, hats with balls on top, hats with balls on bottom, hats with testicles. Stripes, novelty snowflakes, Russian furry hats, beanies, coca-cola, dr. pepper, orange crush, other food brands.
I have yet to see a single monochrome, sensibly warm piece of head wear. This type of naivete about the cold makes me long for the pragmatic homies of the land up north.
That's pretty much it.
You other guys should blog more.
-kevwear
In Georgia, it appears that everyone has a dumb cold-weather hat that they have hidden in a special drawer in their closet just in case the temperature drops below 40 degrees. Seriously.
Tassels, weird Andean hats, hats with balls on top, hats with balls on bottom, hats with testicles. Stripes, novelty snowflakes, Russian furry hats, beanies, coca-cola, dr. pepper, orange crush, other food brands.
I have yet to see a single monochrome, sensibly warm piece of head wear. This type of naivete about the cold makes me long for the pragmatic homies of the land up north.
That's pretty much it.
You other guys should blog more.
-kevwear
Friday, January 16, 2009
new fambly....
...member.
I've adopted a kitten.
This is Meek-o (Miko? I've decided to keep his humane-given name, maybe change the spelling because he's scared of everything).
He is small, timid, and kinda stinky. I may call him peanut.
Does this make me a weird cat person? A little. Clearly, I've written a blog post about him.
Fuck you.
-kevmane society
I've adopted a kitten.
This is Meek-o (Miko? I've decided to keep his humane-given name, maybe change the spelling because he's scared of everything).
He is small, timid, and kinda stinky. I may call him peanut.
Does this make me a weird cat person? A little. Clearly, I've written a blog post about him.
Fuck you.
-kevmane society
Thursday, January 8, 2009
does anyone....
...want to play a game with me?
This game comes courtesy of Alex Chiang, who is sort of my friend but more like this guy I met at a frisbee tournament who makes technology and teaches me things at random intervals. At present, i have to thank him for (1) my diet (2) a better understanding in terms of what goes into a commuter bicycle and (3) this:
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I’m sitting here detoxing from the past 2 weeks of vacation, doing a bit of laundry, catching up on my digital life, and listening to the Top 15’s I received in the mail whilst away.
I can’t think of a better method of re-entry and way to kick off the new year.
Let me ’splain.
Pick your top 15 songs of all time, burn them onto a cd, and send them to your friends.
That’s it.
You can use whatever criteria you please for your selection. They could be your desert island songs. They could be songs from the first time you realized you were in love. Or they could just be songs that make you smile. It doesn’t matter; the process is meant to be intimately personal. The point is to share a small slice of your soul with your closest friends.
If anyone wants to do this, let me know. I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.
(copyright Chizang.net)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
So I'm going to play this game with Chizang and see if i can't get some other opponents from around my lil' ol' lif'.
Anyone in?
I'll likely be contacting all (8?) of you as individuals about this anyway.
Because this post is rather long anywayz, i'm omitting any sort of in-depth insight about the world. But...negotiating shared permanent living space is real hard.
Fin.
-total kevsposure
This game comes courtesy of Alex Chiang, who is sort of my friend but more like this guy I met at a frisbee tournament who makes technology and teaches me things at random intervals. At present, i have to thank him for (1) my diet (2) a better understanding in terms of what goes into a commuter bicycle and (3) this:
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I’m sitting here detoxing from the past 2 weeks of vacation, doing a bit of laundry, catching up on my digital life, and listening to the Top 15’s I received in the mail whilst away.
I can’t think of a better method of re-entry and way to kick off the new year.
Let me ’splain.
Pick your top 15 songs of all time, burn them onto a cd, and send them to your friends.
That’s it.
You can use whatever criteria you please for your selection. They could be your desert island songs. They could be songs from the first time you realized you were in love. Or they could just be songs that make you smile. It doesn’t matter; the process is meant to be intimately personal. The point is to share a small slice of your soul with your closest friends.
If anyone wants to do this, let me know. I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.
(copyright Chizang.net)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
So I'm going to play this game with Chizang and see if i can't get some other opponents from around my lil' ol' lif'.
Anyone in?
I'll likely be contacting all (8?) of you as individuals about this anyway.
Because this post is rather long anywayz, i'm omitting any sort of in-depth insight about the world. But...negotiating shared permanent living space is real hard.
Fin.
-total kevsposure
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
i am gonna make it...
...through this year if it kills me.
Yup. Ending the year in style (and angst). And yup. I do listen to music that's not the Mountain Goats. However, they go best in my internet journal, because they are my twenty-two-year-old Bright Eyes.
anyway.
New Years Resolutions for 2009
1. 2 Minute Showers:
This is definitely my least eco-friendly personal pleasure. I used to take naps on the floor of the bathroom with the water on, simply because I enjoyed the noise and the warmth. These days, I just stand there, usually for a about 20 minutes, thinking about not much at all.
With this single self-improvement party, I can deprive myself of something and save the environment at the same time. Next year: self-flagellation with a mulch-spreader.
2. Burn Zero Bridges:
I learned toward the end of 2008 that when you decide you don't want someone in your life, sometimes it means that you lose that person forever. Oops. Luckily, some folks (you know who you are) are just too patient for that nonsense. Anyway, I take the easy-way out too often, then the tantrum-fuel runs out, and I just end up feeling foolish. Enough!
Next year: I construct a second 35W bridge. With a mulch spreader.
Some things I will write you about in 2009!
"A woman talks about Buddha with her 6 year-old in Macy's!"
"Why 808s and Heartbreaks is not really that terrible, but Kanye is still no longer on top"
"Domestic Living"
"Probably Some Photos I've taken"
Good luck to you all. May this year take last year out behind the woodshed, give it a good talking to, and send it away with a Werther's and a better attitude.
Mulch Spreaders!,
-Kev'd Lang Syne.
Yup. Ending the year in style (and angst). And yup. I do listen to music that's not the Mountain Goats. However, they go best in my internet journal, because they are my twenty-two-year-old Bright Eyes.
anyway.
New Years Resolutions for 2009
1. 2 Minute Showers:
This is definitely my least eco-friendly personal pleasure. I used to take naps on the floor of the bathroom with the water on, simply because I enjoyed the noise and the warmth. These days, I just stand there, usually for a about 20 minutes, thinking about not much at all.
With this single self-improvement party, I can deprive myself of something and save the environment at the same time. Next year: self-flagellation with a mulch-spreader.
2. Burn Zero Bridges:
I learned toward the end of 2008 that when you decide you don't want someone in your life, sometimes it means that you lose that person forever. Oops. Luckily, some folks (you know who you are) are just too patient for that nonsense. Anyway, I take the easy-way out too often, then the tantrum-fuel runs out, and I just end up feeling foolish. Enough!
Next year: I construct a second 35W bridge. With a mulch spreader.
Some things I will write you about in 2009!
"A woman talks about Buddha with her 6 year-old in Macy's!"
"Why 808s and Heartbreaks is not really that terrible, but Kanye is still no longer on top"
"Domestic Living"
"Probably Some Photos I've taken"
Good luck to you all. May this year take last year out behind the woodshed, give it a good talking to, and send it away with a Werther's and a better attitude.
Mulch Spreaders!,
-Kev'd Lang Syne.
Monday, December 22, 2008
this morning...
...i set my shirt and a pair of underwear on fire.
Yeah, it's about me, and it's an interesting opening sentence. booyah.
preface: we are sleeping in my grandfather's house. at one point in history, he got so mad at the power company for charging him large amounts of money on his bill, he ripped the gas lines out of the ground around his house. hence, no heating. instead, he pays out the ass in electric bills for using about 23 electric furnaces around the house. and leaves the stove on all night for more spatial heating. and i have to sleep there. all week long. on a couch. in sweats. under four blankets. tis the season for cranky-ass mornings.
actually the story:
not sure what compelled me, but i thought, "hm, there's a full-powered burner going right there. i bet that would make my undergarments all nice and toasty, considering how well it's heating this three-foot space in the kitchen." nope, turns out that touching those things to a red hot oven-top only sets your shit aflame.
to be fair, there was not actually an open flame. the burner was one of those wire-coil-ey type ones. still admittedly a dumbass moment.
liar liar,
-kevsonfire
Yeah, it's about me, and it's an interesting opening sentence. booyah.
preface: we are sleeping in my grandfather's house. at one point in history, he got so mad at the power company for charging him large amounts of money on his bill, he ripped the gas lines out of the ground around his house. hence, no heating. instead, he pays out the ass in electric bills for using about 23 electric furnaces around the house. and leaves the stove on all night for more spatial heating. and i have to sleep there. all week long. on a couch. in sweats. under four blankets. tis the season for cranky-ass mornings.
actually the story:
not sure what compelled me, but i thought, "hm, there's a full-powered burner going right there. i bet that would make my undergarments all nice and toasty, considering how well it's heating this three-foot space in the kitchen." nope, turns out that touching those things to a red hot oven-top only sets your shit aflame.
to be fair, there was not actually an open flame. the burner was one of those wire-coil-ey type ones. still admittedly a dumbass moment.
liar liar,
-kevsonfire
Thursday, December 18, 2008
I wish...
...I knew how to quit you.
Back at it. I had some things to write, but I seem to have forgotten them, much like everything I learned this semester in school.
I am here in Dallas, preparing for some time at home with my goddamily. Cue the booze train. All aboard.
On the television, Olive Oil just gave birth to twin Popeye's, straight from her out-of-frame-animated-birth-canal.
My little sister remains cute.
I just got a "mixtape" album from DJ Drama. Andre 3000+T.I.+Lil' Jon+Pusha T=ohmygodfuckyeah.
My hair is very long.
I wonder seriously about how long I can remain faithful of goodness in the world.
Note to self: This blog is not gay cowboy copulation.
-kevalong cassady.
Back at it. I had some things to write, but I seem to have forgotten them, much like everything I learned this semester in school.
I am here in Dallas, preparing for some time at home with my goddamily. Cue the booze train. All aboard.
On the television, Olive Oil just gave birth to twin Popeye's, straight from her out-of-frame-animated-birth-canal.
My little sister remains cute.
I just got a "mixtape" album from DJ Drama. Andre 3000+T.I.+Lil' Jon+Pusha T=ohmygodfuckyeah.
My hair is very long.
I wonder seriously about how long I can remain faithful of goodness in the world.
Note to self: This blog is not gay cowboy copulation.
-kevalong cassady.
Monday, December 1, 2008
fuck...
...this thing.
I'm done with it. Maybe I'll come back to it down the line, but I feel like I'm spending a lot of time writing drivel here that I could be writing elsewhere (grad school?)
-signing off with clever little permutations of my name is no longer original.
I'm done with it. Maybe I'll come back to it down the line, but I feel like I'm spending a lot of time writing drivel here that I could be writing elsewhere (grad school?)
-signing off with clever little permutations of my name is no longer original.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
my favorite...
...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.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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!)
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.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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!)
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:
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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
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
Monday, October 27, 2008
This person is WONDERFUL!...
...She's the only person to ever make me feel like a scared horse and a big brave dog all in the same day!
Hey! Wow! Thanks!
RAWRARARARARWARAR
-kevinnnnnenenen
Hey! Wow! Thanks!
RAWRARARARARWARAR
-kevinnnnnenenen
Saturday, October 25, 2008
You knew it was coming eventually...
...I can't shake this person!
She fucking rules!
(Unfortunately, all the photos are having to come from the f-book. Lame, I know, but my computer with some photos sorta sploded. Also unfortunately, most photos of this dashing woman are of her doing something creepy in a play. This, was the least creepy of those, I think)
As a younger man, I tried to quit her multiple times. Not to be, friends.
I pretty much don't get to choose whether we're friends or not, and that's pretty much the best thing ever.
Love-ly.
Puttin' holes in your sweata,
with my Beretta.
-circle kae
She fucking rules!
(Unfortunately, all the photos are having to come from the f-book. Lame, I know, but my computer with some photos sorta sploded. Also unfortunately, most photos of this dashing woman are of her doing something creepy in a play. This, was the least creepy of those, I think)
As a younger man, I tried to quit her multiple times. Not to be, friends.
I pretty much don't get to choose whether we're friends or not, and that's pretty much the best thing ever.
Love-ly.
Puttin' holes in your sweata,
with my Beretta.
-circle kae
Thursday, October 23, 2008
This Here Pursin (for lack of better photo evidence)...
...is my first and last best friend.
In a quick exercise, I want all six of you to think about the person you know you can depend on most in the world. Now think about your first memory of that person doing something that you were pissed about. Now think about how you got over that and how much fun you had being friends again. Now think about how many times/year that this happens.
I bet my number is higher than yours, because my best friend has been my best friend since I was a round ball of baby (there's photo evidence to prove it, she's straining significantly to keep my fat little body aloft).
I suppose the only exceptions would those of you who thought of your parents, in which case, that's really awesome. Me, I've got the best sister on earth, so nyah nyah.
If I had a boat, I'd sail across the ocean.
And if I had a pony...I'd ride him on my boat.
-kevro the furry footed
In a quick exercise, I want all six of you to think about the person you know you can depend on most in the world. Now think about your first memory of that person doing something that you were pissed about. Now think about how you got over that and how much fun you had being friends again. Now think about how many times/year that this happens.
I bet my number is higher than yours, because my best friend has been my best friend since I was a round ball of baby (there's photo evidence to prove it, she's straining significantly to keep my fat little body aloft).
I suppose the only exceptions would those of you who thought of your parents, in which case, that's really awesome. Me, I've got the best sister on earth, so nyah nyah.
If I had a boat, I'd sail across the ocean.
And if I had a pony...I'd ride him on my boat.
-kevro the furry footed
Saturday, October 18, 2008
I am in love...
...with this person!
It's hard to explain things like this. I never could have envisioned myself with someone like her. Sometimes I'm still confused that it's real. But it is, and I'm happiest when she's with me. It's (capital L)ove. Maybe that's the wonderful thing about that whole thing. It doesn't really matter that much who you expected or thought you'd be with. In reality, those people don't make you as happy as you'd expect them to (I'm holding out for Missy "Misdemeanor" Elliot). I personally don't think there's "the one" person for each of us, but this one is tremendous for me. How fun, no?
That person up there^^^^, is awesome.
Always in love,
-kev-sick
It's hard to explain things like this. I never could have envisioned myself with someone like her. Sometimes I'm still confused that it's real. But it is, and I'm happiest when she's with me. It's (capital L)ove. Maybe that's the wonderful thing about that whole thing. It doesn't really matter that much who you expected or thought you'd be with. In reality, those people don't make you as happy as you'd expect them to (I'm holding out for Missy "Misdemeanor" Elliot). I personally don't think there's "the one" person for each of us, but this one is tremendous for me. How fun, no?
That person up there^^^^, is awesome.
Always in love,
-kev-sick
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
This Beautiful Person...
Is my most consistent, awesomest friend. And she's awesome.
I can't really explain why I'm doing this. I like it a lot though. I think the closest I can get is by comparing this to the scenes from Wong Kar Wai's "2046" where the woman whispers her love for a dude into a hole in a tree. (This is roughly as I remember it). I really like telling people how much they mean to me, but I do this too often and it gets weird, especially with people who are either a/ not in the mood or b/ people who find it difficult to convey their emotions in return.
So, for me, this is nice, except instead of whispering my love into a tree, I'm shouting it into the vast void of the internet.
You ain't much fun since I quit drinkin'
-captain k
I can't really explain why I'm doing this. I like it a lot though. I think the closest I can get is by comparing this to the scenes from Wong Kar Wai's "2046" where the woman whispers her love for a dude into a hole in a tree. (This is roughly as I remember it). I really like telling people how much they mean to me, but I do this too often and it gets weird, especially with people who are either a/ not in the mood or b/ people who find it difficult to convey their emotions in return.
So, for me, this is nice, except instead of whispering my love into a tree, I'm shouting it into the vast void of the internet.
You ain't much fun since I quit drinkin'
-captain k
Sunday, October 5, 2008
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