Friday, November 30, 2007
I've had a bit to drink tonight and the ability to keep my mouth shut has begun to fade.
If I never sent this, I meant to.
That's what a fraudulent iPod looks like. I find the Chinese replication market to be absolutely hilarious. They copy EVERYTHING! Sometimes they even improve upon it! (A shuffle with a screen is a tiny start.)
Would I buy one? No, never. It's still interesting though.
Anyway, I was rifling through my Sprint photo account looking at what I've uploaded and had forgotten. That was one of the images I took while moving through the Galleria doped up on Flexeril and sleepy as humanly possible. My bad back ruined Judi's shopping experience.
"There's just something about you today. You have this glow about you... like... more whore-ish than usual..."
- Judi, on my future
"You have this glow about you too, it looks like bitch."
- Me, in response
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Julie Marie & Lily Michelle
I'm pretty sure this is what it looks like to be the cutest pair of sisters in the history of time.
For those of you not in the know, these are my two very lucky neices who spent some time in Orlando with Mickey & Co for their vacation.
I have to say, despite being so old, I'm a little jealous of the fun they had out there. I've never been and I never really expressed absolute interest in going but it's something you do when you're little, innit? After watching every single Disney movie when you were little, you feel a bit cheated not going to the mecca of Disney.
I think I got ripped off, all I got was Astroworld and crappy Warner Brothers characters. You can only see Daffy Duck and Marvin the Martian so many times before you just don't give a shit anymore.
All I know is that when I inevitably have my own children, I will definitely force feed them Disney crap and take them on vacation for the big pay off. In Disney Dollars of course... You know, it's like real money but... fun.
Is it just me or does Lily (the smaller one) make a good mouse?
The Western Civilization
I whispered apologies
I'm not really sure what you think of me
I'm sorry you feel so abused
I'm sorry I'm not as fucking righteous as you
Sunday, November 25, 2007
The cold rainy weather is unforgiving when it comes to mistakes on the road at 25mph on tires that have barely a centimeter and a half of contact/grip. This makes the decision of heading out obvious. Along with the rain comes muddy trails. As fun as it would be to tear through the mud on knobby tires, it would cause unnecessary damage to it that is often difficult if not impossible to repair. Another option is quickly thought over and dismissed again due to the rain. Wet shoes make for terrible grip on large platform pedals, making any type of hopping difficult and not very fun.
So with all this in mind, I quickly run out of ideas as to what to do with myself for the duration of my uneventful day. With a bicycle, I lose the ability to think about my life and end up concentrating on when my next sprint will be or what my distance is or the best way to increase my speed. I get lost in attempting to perfect my spin technique. Am I pedaling in a square? Am I putting too much weight on the drops? Should I drop the gearing and spin more? Is my leg bleeding? Should I bomb down the next hill? Should I be concerned with all these pebbles and the integrity of my carbon fiber fork? What about my stem? Did I leave my mini pump in my other jersey pocket?
I live with the dramatics of the road, the streets, the rocky trails in a way that can't translate to my personal life. I carve decent lines, negotiate rocks, roots and sand with the necessary brake regulation. I slow down before I get into something that I can't handle...
If I could figure out a way to apply it to the times when I don't have two wheels beneath me then maybe I wouldn't be so dismissive about it all. I used to fight and fight until things were right. Now I can barely find the strength to say what's on my mind.
There is no more bravery left.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Longest. Thanksgiving. Ever.
I managed to get to bed at 0200 this morning only to be woken up by loud door knocking around 0515. It was my dad and he asked me to come with him to the hospital with my little sister. I was actually very confused and agreed.
My sister had been complaining of stomach pains and vomiting. She tried to sleep it off and took Pepto for the nausea. Too bad it didn't do anything.
A couple hours later, she has new medications for the food poisoning she got from Jack in the Box. It's included with every medium chicken strip combo. My mom poked fun at her because she can't eat anything heavy for the next 24 hours which sort of means Thanksgiving is canceled for her. What a day to be ill.
The funniest part is when my mom got home and realized she ate my sister's leftovers.
She's praying to the porcelain god as I type. Hilarious!
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! Enjoy your turkeys and stuffing. I for one will. Except I may just pass out right after the first bite. Not from all that tryptophan nonsense, it will be pure and simple exhaustion.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
He ain't even much hurt no one!
Isn't that the most popular thing to say when another silly piece of shit is forced to give up the ghost? There's always some cousin or neighbor or fellow hoodrat that comes out on the news speaking in the most miserable English dialect possible just to say something to that tune. "He was a good person, he ain't deserve to die!" Yeah, gobble a dick, "La Smiley." Every criminal is a fucking saint regardless of how many houses he robbed, the amount of drugs on his person, the fact that he had a gun in his hand... "He wasn't going to hurt no one!" Sure thing, "Lil Joker." Go enjoy the wake with the rest of your vatos.
I lack sympathy for criminals who meet their timely end doing the things they do.
Activists protest fatal shooting of two burglary suspects
(11/19/07 - KTRK/PASADENA, TX) - People have strong opinions about the
deadly shootings of two suspected burglars in Pasadena. On Monday, those who say
the men didn't deserve to die protested outside the neighbor's home.
Joe Horn, 61, has said he feared for his life when he shot and killed Diego
Ortiz and Miguel de Jesus last Wednesday. He said he saw them breaking into his
neighbor's home and when he went outside to confront them, they were fifteen
feet from his front door. So far, Horn has not been charged with any crime. And
that's why one group protested outside his Pasadena home.
"What gave someone the right to think they could kill someone in broad daylight and possibly not get prosecuted for it?" said Latiff Sally with the Millions More Movement outside Horn's home Monday.
While the group says it does not condone what the burglary suspects were doing, they do believe the shooting was racially charged. Neighbors we spoke with strongly disagree.
"Be patient. Learn the facts and if you want to speak to him, speak to him," said homeowner Nariman Abel.
We asked if this was a racist neighborhood.
"No," she replied. "We have all kinds of races in this neighborhood."
"Here it goes, buddy. You hear the shotgun clicking and I'm going," said Horn on to a 911 dispatcher last Wednesday.
During the 6 minute call, Horn was warned by the dispatcher not to go outside.
"Don't, don't , don't go out the door. Mr. Horn? Mr. Horn?" said the dispatcher.
"(Expletive), they just stole something," said Horn to the dispatcher. "I'm sorry. I ain't gonna let them get away with this. They got a bag of something. I'm doing it."
"Move, you're dead," Horn, who took the phone outside with him, could be heard saying to the suspects.
Then three gunshots could be heard.
While is sounds like Horn went outside to see the two men, his attorney insists he just wanted to see where they were. Horn, he says, opened his front door and saw them on his property just 15 feet away, got scared and fired in self defense.
"The events of that day will weigh on me for the rest of my life," said Horn's attorney, reading his client's statement. "My thoughts go out to the loved ones of the deceased."
Miguel de Jesus was on parole at the time he was killed. Diego Ortiz was arrested for possession of marijuana back in 1995, but that charge was dismissed. Horn was not available for comment Monday.
The investigation continues (Copyright © 2007, KTRK-TV)
Oops, looks like they were pretty bad at being criminals. Should have chosen another profession.
There's not much else more annoying than everything turning into a racial issue. It couldn't possibly be that some idiot got what he deserved for being just that. An idiot. No, it's because he's hispanic or black. Always with the fucking race card. LULAC and Quanell X (pretty much the biggest racist ever) & the New Black Panthers can both go fuck themselves. It's not race god damn it, it's the simple fact that sometimes people with darker skin than white are fucking stupid. You know, just like white people are sometimes.
Instead of bitching about racial injustices, how about we aim for the improvement of communities. Maybe a public outcry to your own followers about the need to stop destroying their own cultures with piss poor behavior instead of going for the ever so classic race card.
Racism will always exist. I mean, the people who constantly call it out are the biggest profiling racists of them all. Funny how that works.
I have this idea for a new piece but I'm undecided about the actual creation of the stencil and the possibility of allowing it to be placed under public scrutiny. It isn't that I think it isn't good enough to go one some wall. It may just be that I don't feel comfortable with the stencil itself.
I find myself thinking, "what's the point?"
What is the point of making a stencil that I'd never want to show anyone?
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Judi - Those kids are ugly...
Me - Uhh... they have cancer, dude...
Judi - No, not those! The ones without cancer!
Me - Dude, they all have cancer!
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Black & Blue
I took the day off on Friday in order to catch up on a little sleep and to get myself out to Austin before the sun goes down. It'll be good to get a little more time up there to just relax and not worry about much except where I'm going to get a bite to eat and which friends are coming with me. I'm also pretty excited about going to the Greenbelt and riding the trails.
It's probably been a month since I last sat on the saddle of my mountain bike and I always miss it when I'm gone for extended periods of time. It feels amazing to just ride and use up so much energy. The bruises and the scratches are all more than worth it at the end of the day.
There are a few moments on the Greenbelt where things calm down and you're not looking for the best line. You actually just want to stop and look around. You want to soak in the scenery because it's unique and constantly changing. Most importantly, it isn't gray and it definitely is not a cubicle.
It's funny how something that's so physically demanding can be one of the most relaxing things you've ever done.
I'm ready to earn some more bruises.
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Put the food down.
It's one thing when someone gives a little bit of constructive criticism to maybe improve upon your work but it's definitely another when they tear it apart behind your back.
What makes it worse is when people that say the ugly things have no clue what they're talking about.
I in no way have ever given praise to my own photography or even offered it as "good." I love photos, I love being behind lenses and I love giving people images of memories. It suddenly seems less worth it when my photos are widely distributed and someone simply makes a broad statement against them like, "these are jus' hooorrrible."
I think to myself, "wow, she shouldn't talk so loudly because the person that owns the photos might overhear her and be a little offended... oh wait..."
I didn't think that doing nice things and photographing events for fun had a chance to turn into something ugly. I guess that when there are ungrateful, obnoxious, self centered pricks around, that's the only thing that can happen.
I could just be cranky due to a lack of caffeine though, so I wouldn't take any of this seriously.
Monday, November 12, 2007
Eventually we all come to the conclusion that our lives are in need of change. This is usually the result of some sort of recent trauma that slightly alters our outlook on our personal lives. It's rarely ever actually a bad thing. The changes are usually for the best. We make decisions to improve our own lives as well as those of our loved ones.
I for one am not exempt from the rules of change. I've seen many in my life and at the age of 22, I don't see it stopping any time soon. As a matter of fact, I am currently sensing that I am overdue for a few changes in my lifestyle as well as behavior. One of which has been the switch back to Blogger.
I know, I know. This is probably the most ridiculous changes anyone can make and actually bother writing a post about. Some of you may feel that way but to me it actually means a lot. I've decided to abandon MySpace for the most part and will only be maintaining it to retain contact with old friend who I've lost touch with in the past. Besides, the editing format was terrible.
Writing means the world to me and although my fifty or so readers only see a small fraction of the writing I do, trust that I do it with a sincere passion for the things I put down in digital paper.
Over the years my writing has changed drastically and the style I write blogs in is static at best. It is for that reason that I am leaving up the past blog posts in this journal for a few weeks. It would be a first hand look at how far I've come and how things have vastly changed on their own. Some of this is good, some not so great.
A part of me doesn't want to delete old posts but from what I gather in discussions with myself late at night...
The past has already forgotten us, so sometimes it's okay to forget about the past.