...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
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
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.
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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!)
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:
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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
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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
Friday, October 3, 2008
Hayer Marchamos....
...Mañana votamos.
Immigrant voting push strong
Chicago Tribune
12:11 AM CDT, October 3, 2008
Voter registration drive
Volunteers register voters Wednesday at Eid al-Fitr, which marks the end of the Ramadan fasting period. (Tribune photo by Chuck Berman / October 1, 2008)
During the last three months, immigrant groups in Illinois have registered about 24,000 new voters, part of an aggressive last push to influence next month's elections.
Although the subject of Immigration has barely been broached by either presidential candidate, frustrations with the system are spurring registration drives in Chicago, Los Angeles, New York and elsewhere that have seen nearly half a million new voters registered by immigrant groups in 12 states.
A campaign in Illinois and six other stateslaunched last week to register 1 million new Latino voters hopes to sway 46 Electoral College votes, organizers said. In solidly Democratic Illinois, activists are targeting suburban areas where potentially close congressional elections could lead to more support in Congress for Immigration reforms. Nearly 200,000 voters in Illinois have registered since January, bringing the state total to 7.4 million, Illinois State Board of Elections figures show.
"This is now getting to the point where the impact of the electorate is going to have to be taken seriously," said Joshua Hoyt, executive director of the Illinois Coalition of Immigrant and Refugee Rights, which is also launching a $500,000 get-out-the-vote effort next week featuring phone banks, mailers and offers to drive voters to polling sites Nov. 4.
As they target Chinatown, Bridgeview, Chicago Lawn and 17 other communities in a scramble for new voters before Tuesday's registration deadline, volunteers have tapped into a mosaic of the immigrant experience that defines the Chicago region.
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Yay for all my buddies...
Many regrets,
KOTV (Kev out the vote)
Immigrant voting push strong
Chicago Tribune
12:11 AM CDT, October 3, 2008
Voter registration drive
Volunteers register voters Wednesday at Eid al-Fitr, which marks the end of the Ramadan fasting period. (Tribune photo by Chuck Berman / October 1, 2008)
During the last three months, immigrant groups in Illinois have registered about 24,000 new voters, part of an aggressive last push to influence next month's elections.
Although the subject of Immigration has barely been broached by either presidential candidate, frustrations with the system are spurring registration drives in Chicago, Los Angeles, New York and elsewhere that have seen nearly half a million new voters registered by immigrant groups in 12 states.
A campaign in Illinois and six other stateslaunched last week to register 1 million new Latino voters hopes to sway 46 Electoral College votes, organizers said. In solidly Democratic Illinois, activists are targeting suburban areas where potentially close congressional elections could lead to more support in Congress for Immigration reforms. Nearly 200,000 voters in Illinois have registered since January, bringing the state total to 7.4 million, Illinois State Board of Elections figures show.
"This is now getting to the point where the impact of the electorate is going to have to be taken seriously," said Joshua Hoyt, executive director of the Illinois Coalition of Immigrant and Refugee Rights, which is also launching a $500,000 get-out-the-vote effort next week featuring phone banks, mailers and offers to drive voters to polling sites Nov. 4.
As they target Chinatown, Bridgeview, Chicago Lawn and 17 other communities in a scramble for new voters before Tuesday's registration deadline, volunteers have tapped into a mosaic of the immigrant experience that defines the Chicago region.
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Yay for all my buddies...
Many regrets,
KOTV (Kev out the vote)
Thursday, October 2, 2008
New Feature!....
...People who are awesome!
This person is awesome:
Stay Tuned for More Awesome People.
From Georgia With Love,
-k....e....v...i...n
This person is awesome:
Stay Tuned for More Awesome People.
From Georgia With Love,
-k....e....v...i...n
Thursday, September 25, 2008
wait. I wasn't done.
Turn it up some
Alright boys, this is her favorite song
You know that right
So, if we play it good and loud
She might get up and dance again
Ooh, she put her beer down
Here she comes
Here she comes
Left left left right left
Whoo
Husslers shootin' eightball
Throwin' darts at the wall
Feelin' damn near 10 ft. tall
Here she comes, Lord help us all
Ol' T.W.'s girlfriend done slapped him outta his chair
Poor ole boy, it ain't his fault
It's so hard not to stare
At that honky tonk badonkadonk
Keepin' perfect rhythm
Make ya wanna swing along
Got it goin' on
Like Donkey Kong
And whoo-wee
Shut my mouth, slap your grandma
There outta be a law
Get the Sheriff on the phone
Lord have mercy, how's she even get them britches on
That honky tonk badonkadonk
(Aww son)
Now Honey, you can't blame her
For what her mama gave her
It ain't right to hate her
For workin' that money-maker
Band shuts down at two
But we're hangin' out till three
We hate to see her go
But love to watch her leave
With that honky tonk badonkadonk
Keepin' perfect rhythm
Make ya wanna swing along
Got it goin' on
Like Donkey Kong
And whoo-wee
Shut my mouth, slap your grandma
There outta be a law
Get the Sheriff on the phone
Lord have mercy, how's she even get them britches on
With that honky tonk badonkadonk
(Ooh, that's what I'm talkin' bout right there, honey)
We don't care bout the drinkin'
Barely listen to the band
Our hands, they start a shakin'
When she gets the urge to dance
Drivin' everybody crazy
You think you fell in love
Boys, you better keep your distance
You can look but you can't touch
That honkey tonk badonkadonk
Keepin' perfect rhythm
Make ya wanna swing along
Got it goin' on
Like Donkey Kong
And whoo-wee
Shut my mouth, slap your grandma
There outta be a law
Get the Sheriff on the phone
Lord have mercy, how's she even get them britches on
That honky tonk badonkadonk
That honky tonk badonkadonk
Yeah, that honky tonk badonkadonk
(That's it, right there boys, that's why we do what we do
It ain't for the money, it ain't for the glory, it ain't for the free whiskey
It's for the badonkadonk)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Now I'm done.
Alright boys, this is her favorite song
You know that right
So, if we play it good and loud
She might get up and dance again
Ooh, she put her beer down
Here she comes
Here she comes
Left left left right left
Whoo
Husslers shootin' eightball
Throwin' darts at the wall
Feelin' damn near 10 ft. tall
Here she comes, Lord help us all
Ol' T.W.'s girlfriend done slapped him outta his chair
Poor ole boy, it ain't his fault
It's so hard not to stare
At that honky tonk badonkadonk
Keepin' perfect rhythm
Make ya wanna swing along
Got it goin' on
Like Donkey Kong
And whoo-wee
Shut my mouth, slap your grandma
There outta be a law
Get the Sheriff on the phone
Lord have mercy, how's she even get them britches on
That honky tonk badonkadonk
(Aww son)
Now Honey, you can't blame her
For what her mama gave her
It ain't right to hate her
For workin' that money-maker
Band shuts down at two
But we're hangin' out till three
We hate to see her go
But love to watch her leave
With that honky tonk badonkadonk
Keepin' perfect rhythm
Make ya wanna swing along
Got it goin' on
Like Donkey Kong
And whoo-wee
Shut my mouth, slap your grandma
There outta be a law
Get the Sheriff on the phone
Lord have mercy, how's she even get them britches on
With that honky tonk badonkadonk
(Ooh, that's what I'm talkin' bout right there, honey)
We don't care bout the drinkin'
Barely listen to the band
Our hands, they start a shakin'
When she gets the urge to dance
Drivin' everybody crazy
You think you fell in love
Boys, you better keep your distance
You can look but you can't touch
That honkey tonk badonkadonk
Keepin' perfect rhythm
Make ya wanna swing along
Got it goin' on
Like Donkey Kong
And whoo-wee
Shut my mouth, slap your grandma
There outta be a law
Get the Sheriff on the phone
Lord have mercy, how's she even get them britches on
That honky tonk badonkadonk
That honky tonk badonkadonk
Yeah, that honky tonk badonkadonk
(That's it, right there boys, that's why we do what we do
It ain't for the money, it ain't for the glory, it ain't for the free whiskey
It's for the badonkadonk)
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Now I'm done.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
I still really like....
...Rockn'rollmusic
Went to see Pinback, it was enjoyable to see a band I've loved since high school, even if I haven't heard their two most recent records.
A couple of thoughts are:
-They sound better in studio. I haven't really ever seen a show where I felt this way, but they put their stuff together meticulously, at home, on a laptop, over the course of years. And it sounds really fucking good. Live, they upped the tempo, added extra drums, and whinier vocals. So, not really amazing. But. They still played the songs I wanted to hear, and those songs still gave me chills.
-Weird crowd. A lot of semi-fratty boys dancing awkwardly. Similar number of sorority? Type girls dancing awkwardly. Lots of people with beards. I'ma shave mine clean off.
-The bass-player/2nd vocalist is fucking awesome. He's really really good. And watching him play some of the first bass lines I ever learned enthusiastically and with variations I could never dream of thrown in was a real treat.
I think I want to start spending lots of time playing music again.
2x 2L calling CQ New York. Isn't there anyone on the air?
-kevback.
ps. Real bassists play 4-string.
Went to see Pinback, it was enjoyable to see a band I've loved since high school, even if I haven't heard their two most recent records.
A couple of thoughts are:
-They sound better in studio. I haven't really ever seen a show where I felt this way, but they put their stuff together meticulously, at home, on a laptop, over the course of years. And it sounds really fucking good. Live, they upped the tempo, added extra drums, and whinier vocals. So, not really amazing. But. They still played the songs I wanted to hear, and those songs still gave me chills.
-Weird crowd. A lot of semi-fratty boys dancing awkwardly. Similar number of sorority? Type girls dancing awkwardly. Lots of people with beards. I'ma shave mine clean off.
-The bass-player/2nd vocalist is fucking awesome. He's really really good. And watching him play some of the first bass lines I ever learned enthusiastically and with variations I could never dream of thrown in was a real treat.
I think I want to start spending lots of time playing music again.
2x 2L calling CQ New York. Isn't there anyone on the air?
-kevback.
ps. Real bassists play 4-string.
Monday, September 22, 2008
Another example of why you shouldn't be an asshole....
...Because when your banks go into a liquidity tailspin, international financial partners will not come to your aid.
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/09/23/business/worldbusiness/23euro.html?_r=1&ref=business&oref=slogin
Even in the international financial market system, the do unto others idea probably has something to do with how folks do business.
When your G-7 partners call for greater regulation of corporations and industries, maybe you shouldn't thumb your nose at them.
When those same countries are asking for cooperation in stabilizing their own markets, maybe you shouldn't count on capitalism's power to fix itself.
Turns out the the global market really doesn't fix itself. Some people will write that it does, even in the face of this overwhelming evidence to the contrary. They will be wrong again.
And sometimes, we all need a little help from others.
Way to suck at diplomacy, you beautiful administration.
Another reason not to be a jerk,
-kevina
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/09/23/business/worldbusiness/23euro.html?_r=1&ref=business&oref=slogin
Even in the international financial market system, the do unto others idea probably has something to do with how folks do business.
When your G-7 partners call for greater regulation of corporations and industries, maybe you shouldn't thumb your nose at them.
When those same countries are asking for cooperation in stabilizing their own markets, maybe you shouldn't count on capitalism's power to fix itself.
Turns out the the global market really doesn't fix itself. Some people will write that it does, even in the face of this overwhelming evidence to the contrary. They will be wrong again.
And sometimes, we all need a little help from others.
Way to suck at diplomacy, you beautiful administration.
Another reason not to be a jerk,
-kevina
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
I love...
...Frisbee.
I admit it, it is a game that makes me very happy because even though I am a huge basket case and can't stop having neurotic thoughts all day everyday even for a second, when I play Ultimate frisbee, everything else goes away and I can be mechanical and have pure reactions for a couple of hours 3-5 times in a day.
Doubts go away.
Nervous reflection on the immediately preceding moment goes away.
I scream fuck and shit and can be a huge jerk, but it comes from a totally uncalculated place and it is better to be a jerk in that moment, when I can reasonably apologize for it later than in a setting where I might do irreparable damage to a relationship.
My body does things I don't expect it to do, and that's really fun.
At the end of the day, I feel exhausted, but I don't feel tired
I will try to play this game until I am too old to play anymore.
That post was a lame post, not interesting or particularly funny or irreverent. But it was sincere.
Sometimes I do that.
Here ares some pictures of me playing frisbee.
-Kevdog
I admit it, it is a game that makes me very happy because even though I am a huge basket case and can't stop having neurotic thoughts all day everyday even for a second, when I play Ultimate frisbee, everything else goes away and I can be mechanical and have pure reactions for a couple of hours 3-5 times in a day.
Doubts go away.
Nervous reflection on the immediately preceding moment goes away.
I scream fuck and shit and can be a huge jerk, but it comes from a totally uncalculated place and it is better to be a jerk in that moment, when I can reasonably apologize for it later than in a setting where I might do irreparable damage to a relationship.
My body does things I don't expect it to do, and that's really fun.
At the end of the day, I feel exhausted, but I don't feel tired
I will try to play this game until I am too old to play anymore.
That post was a lame post, not interesting or particularly funny or irreverent. But it was sincere.
Sometimes I do that.
Here ares some pictures of me playing frisbee.
-Kevdog
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Found Dog...
...Wirey, scruffy, responds to most basic commands.
Male--Unneutered.
Call Ann. :)
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They'll say those kind words about me someday. When my life goes off track and my addiction to chewy foods gets out of hand. And you can all say you saw it coming. Because I wrote about it in my blog.
I don't blog about music, usually. Mostly because a lot of people do and a lot of them are jerks. But here's a simple, subjective, non-critical opinion of mine...because, man, these albums have gone a long way in keeping me from drinking more than I already do.
THREE POP ALBUMS THAT ARE GOOD START TO FINISH
1/Beulah- When Your Heartstrings Break
2/Kleenex Girl Wonder- Ponyoak
3/The New Pornographers- Electric Version
If not for these albums, I would have died driving from Illinois to Georgia.
Last note, I started tutoring 3rd Graders in Math today.
Two things of note:
1/ Third Graders are Fuckin Cool. Especially when their names are Galaxie and Paloma.
2/ (some) Third Grade Teachers are Fuckin Lame. Especially when they tell their kids that some are smart and some are dumb.
Bonus. I'm glad none of the kids in my class are this kid.
Y-A-Y, Yay!
-keverrific.
Male--Unneutered.
Call Ann. :)
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They'll say those kind words about me someday. When my life goes off track and my addiction to chewy foods gets out of hand. And you can all say you saw it coming. Because I wrote about it in my blog.
I don't blog about music, usually. Mostly because a lot of people do and a lot of them are jerks. But here's a simple, subjective, non-critical opinion of mine...because, man, these albums have gone a long way in keeping me from drinking more than I already do.
THREE POP ALBUMS THAT ARE GOOD START TO FINISH
1/Beulah- When Your Heartstrings Break
2/Kleenex Girl Wonder- Ponyoak
3/The New Pornographers- Electric Version
If not for these albums, I would have died driving from Illinois to Georgia.
Last note, I started tutoring 3rd Graders in Math today.
Two things of note:
1/ Third Graders are Fuckin Cool. Especially when their names are Galaxie and Paloma.
2/ (some) Third Grade Teachers are Fuckin Lame. Especially when they tell their kids that some are smart and some are dumb.
Bonus. I'm glad none of the kids in my class are this kid.
Y-A-Y, Yay!
-keverrific.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
holy crap, 50 posts!
...new record!
...I ate a cheeseburger!
And it was delicious. Interesting thing, now, after only about 2 weeks of not eating much bread at all, if I eat it I feel kinda sick. Otherwise, I'm doing much better, physically. I'm leaner, I feel like my endurance is up a little athletically, and my brain is not so hazy as it was the first two weeks.
Athens is becoming a little more liveable. It just...is. One of the ways that I'm having better luck are the small businesses that are becoming sort of oasis.
It sounds strange, and I don't particularly like saying that I'm finding comfort in places where I can spend my money, but I would be lying if I told you it weren't the case. Some examples:
-Schoolkids Records. I bought Stereolab tickets there, it seems to have things I am looking for, and I've been in twice to browse and not buy and the people didn't seem to mind when I did it.
-Add Drug Pharmacy. It's true, it's not the Weinery, but really, no place is the Weinery besides the Weinery. This is where I ate 2 hamburgers, cooked in front of me and a Coke, which, when I ordered it, they asked me, "do you want some Vanilla or Cherry?" and I said "(FUCK!) yes please". And then everything (coke, chips, burgers, stomachache) was 4 dollars. True story. And it's in a real-life drug store. These things don't really happen up North.
-283 Bar. Nice Bartenders. Jukebox with David Bowie, Michael Jackson, Elton John, Fucked Up, and Built to Spill. 2 Dollar PBR tall boys. What's not to love?
-Rocket Salon. Awesome haircut. And they do tattoos. Rocket Salon Hair and Tattoo Parlor. Awesome.
So, at least I can spend my money well. Who says you can't buy 20 minutes of happiness at a time. Not hookers, that's for sure.
Sometimes, I with I had a farm,
-kevved on fonics
...I ate a cheeseburger!
And it was delicious. Interesting thing, now, after only about 2 weeks of not eating much bread at all, if I eat it I feel kinda sick. Otherwise, I'm doing much better, physically. I'm leaner, I feel like my endurance is up a little athletically, and my brain is not so hazy as it was the first two weeks.
Athens is becoming a little more liveable. It just...is. One of the ways that I'm having better luck are the small businesses that are becoming sort of oasis.
It sounds strange, and I don't particularly like saying that I'm finding comfort in places where I can spend my money, but I would be lying if I told you it weren't the case. Some examples:
-Schoolkids Records. I bought Stereolab tickets there, it seems to have things I am looking for, and I've been in twice to browse and not buy and the people didn't seem to mind when I did it.
-Add Drug Pharmacy. It's true, it's not the Weinery, but really, no place is the Weinery besides the Weinery. This is where I ate 2 hamburgers, cooked in front of me and a Coke, which, when I ordered it, they asked me, "do you want some Vanilla or Cherry?" and I said "(FUCK!) yes please". And then everything (coke, chips, burgers, stomachache) was 4 dollars. True story. And it's in a real-life drug store. These things don't really happen up North.
-283 Bar. Nice Bartenders. Jukebox with David Bowie, Michael Jackson, Elton John, Fucked Up, and Built to Spill. 2 Dollar PBR tall boys. What's not to love?
-Rocket Salon. Awesome haircut. And they do tattoos. Rocket Salon Hair and Tattoo Parlor. Awesome.
So, at least I can spend my money well. Who says you can't buy 20 minutes of happiness at a time. Not hookers, that's for sure.
Sometimes, I with I had a farm,
-kevved on fonics
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