Double Dream Feet

My choice for favorite dance move hovers imperceptibly between rubber legs, point, left foot (8 times), hitch hike, slide and clap, or point to your head...wait, yeah, i think the dance move, 'point-to-your-head' just won

On German Travel

Case in point

It's incredibly ambitious. We just do not see this from main stream artists. So much so that the title "artist" for the mainstream seems a ridiculous parody and slap in the face of any true artist. But here, we are proved incorrect.

A little madness goes a long way with me however, so you can make your own judgments. I am happy to give credit where I think it's due, and this qualifies...as awesome and crazy...qualifies as crazy awesome.

And to be fair, though I can appreciate it on another level, the following is crazy and awesome, but not crazy awesome. And surely not what I deem madness.

But it's hilarious.

So eccentric.

I still don't like people being made fun of though. Sometimes I suspect this type of crazy just doesn't even get it. Is genuinely void of any self-awareness. I get caught up in questions of the virtue of that kind of insanity. This is why 'madness' is my foundation, because it is opposite of this, it is self awareness without ego, it is ego without pride, it is counterintuitive and such called 'madness' by the many passers by, but surely those who sit with me, or will sit with me; those who break bread with me, make love with me, share jokes with me, they understand why it is, that The Madman Laughs at Everything

I digress, my sweetest princess.

Sometimes, there is little else to say...

Aquiline

I'm twenty-eight now, young, and not so young. A sophomore, a 'wise fool' by definition. Life is finally getting somewhere near something. I am doing some things, that's about all I know - and even that I do not know. Maybe some things are just happening and I am in their way? A filter of a human being for a universal mechanism to play out; a cog and a wheel, oft fancying himself driver and mechanic.

If I am my own biggest fan, then I am also my own deepest critic. So I seek one who knows my movements before I know I will make them, which is to say, an enemy. One whose movements I learn by heart, so that we may continually try and surprise one another. Not just any enemy, but my enemy, which is to say, my lover; but wherein lies my ability to battle? My vestments are loose, and armor aches to shine through it's tears. A rosary hangs like a sword, a crucifix like a bow and arrow. I, once action and reaction, have become response.

I pray to learn enjoyment in the wrestle; the inside grasping the outside - grasping the inside; both threatening to take one another down - a mixture of earth and sky - tectonic plates locked in a warriors embrace with dark and electric clouds. The ocean flows out, up through my throat. I breathe deeply now days. At times clenching my jaw to draw in more air - my eyebrows arch, my nerves focus, my cells prepare for romance, and war. Alas, one must have a good nose...

I'm pretty sure I could live a full life at the center of a book.

So I found some prime real estate prospects for myself.

You've won me over Bookmans...largest used-book retailer in Arizona you [bats lashes].

Halloween Approaches!

This upcoming birthday, 28, has been significant for me since I was 15. It is like a rite of initiation is complete; as if my heart is much more free to beat, beat, beat. As with all people, many things intruded upon my person during my impressionable young years - sirens which seduced my family into inviting wolves inside; and though I have been blessed to choke many of these malicious and ignorant sirens to death or near - some of them, only Time is going to take away.

This upcoming birthday is a particularly significant sirens' death sentence. Though I tried choking her with great care and effort - she who sang revelrously whilst torturing a young mans heart till it screamed in his head - I never did kill her. Her siren voice would draw me close and then whisper a snakes threat, always shaking me till I became numb; but this Halloween my dear friends, I will watch Time draw near this particularly annoying sirens voice - and slit open her throat for me.

"There's a whole in the world like a great black pit and it's filled with people who are filled with shit, and the vermin of the world who inhabit it - they all deserve to die!"

Oh my God look what I found!

Cannot.

Express.

Enough.

Excitement.

How To Get Good Perspective

I'm really hard

Trailer

Scientific progress goes 'Boink'

I request the Jury take into account the following; I present my long standing love for Calvin & Hobbes. As with most things I say I 'love' - it involves respect, awe, admiration, desire and a tint of peace. I cannot say I would sacrifice for them, so I cannot then say I actively love Calvin & Hobbes, but the strip is very close to my heart.

Like others, namely TinTin, Asterix, some DC/Marvel, and especially Archie, Calvin & Hobbes were some of my best friends. I spent hours upon hours upon hours in their world when I was younger. As with most things I was so intimate with, I sketched them and they instructed the artistic muscles in my hand when I was young. I loved Spaceman Spiff, and the various gruesome Snowmen, and the talks and the everything. I would get really really excited when I saw a collection - it had that twinge when I saw it - a whisper in my young head, serious as ever, a reflex - "I have to have that" it said.

As an adult, a fairly young adult, I've taken on new things, poetry, music, little internet videos (which i swear are actually bad for my mind), video games and exercise and quitting smoking and a philosophy degree, etc. etc. etc. However I cannot say that these texts, Calvin & Hobbes included, do not somehow effect my present as so clearly I see them in my formation. Plus! With older eyes, different sides of the comics become hilarious. I can't wait to give them to the next generation someday...whose attention span I pray, is not ruined by twitter and typing in short script.

Selah.

The formula for Greatness in a human being

AMOR FATI!

Accio Granger!

You may take me to the library Hermonie Granger.

Hear me

"First learn the meaning of what you say, and then speak."

- Epictetus

Very shortly, let me say, this quote concerns me when being told I am loved. In most cases, this is a lie because both parties define it differently. Also, love is a verb so being loving and being in love are the same thing - a slave to service, paid in joy like a king.

This also goes for when people like to discuss the various problems with God and religion; further when they argue for their 'spirituality' apart from organization - not paying attention to the fact that they are proposing an organized thought as a tenant of "why no religion, why no God, etc.". In those cases by the way, I appreciate those who don't even try. I guess lukewarm is revolting; this stands even when I act thusly.

That's about it. We must start being honest.

Karan

More Magic Marketing

The Tagline is...

"Everything Ages Fast. Update."

Some Don Draper, or possibly some ultra nerd -all one in and the same - came up with this line. It's perfect. The message it's sending is "Time is running out - fast" Reminding the viewer of a deep seeded anxiety/fear, that time is always running out and life is only so long. They add the word, 'fast' which is perfect. They sweeten the blow and dull the edge of the knife with great creative artwork.

The second layer of great marketing is doing this for two of the most popular sites on the internet. It get's noticed, fast. They also created a 'vintage' add for Skype.

The final and third layer is the fact that 'vintage' is having an impact being used to further modern marketing. Only the power of marketing - when done effectively - with it's ability to reach our deepest fears and dreams - could pull this off and make us love it. Well, I love it, and if I had a company I would hire the Draper or the nerd at MaxiMidia in a heart beat - or at least discuss cost with them.

Click the pictures above to enlarge them.

Also, here is a splendid, captivating film from the most champion address on the internet.

For Healthy Relationships. Ya Dingus.

I love ya!

Blessed is he who has reached the point of no return and knows it, for he shall enjoy living.

-WC Bennet

Even God Wants One

Burning Man

If you live in Ohio, you know two things - 1) it's not frequently very exciting (lest one be an excited individual) - and 2) there's a 62 foot touchdown Jesus statue on Interstate 75.

no kidding

I drove by this statue a lot when I worked in Cinci and it came to become my friend on these drives. Plus it's Jesus (Jesus is a friend of mine) and he looks like he just wants out of that pond. I remember the statues steel rods sticking out where the hands weren't placed yet; seeing it every time I went to see an old friend and her family; on the way to the outlet malls, to movies at the awesome Cinema out there, the IKEA, picking up drunk friends, watching Ray Lamontagne, whatever.

Eventually, after a year or so, every time I drove by my buddy Christ trapped in a pond outside the non-denominational mega-church that spent the 500K on it's erection - I would yell things like "Get me out of here!" or "Why Lord!" or "What am I doing here!" amongst probably a hundred or so other proclamations of shock and frustration the Touchdown Jesus could be yelling out to his Father with his hands up in the "Serenity Now" position.

Frank: Doctor gave me a relaxation cassette. When my blood pressure gets too high, the man on the tape tells me to say, 'Serenity now!'

George: Are you supposed to yell it?

Frank: The man on the tape wasn't specific.

It seems yesterday, during a storm, Christ finally had enough and wanted out of the pond. So as any good Deity would do, he struck himself with lightning - on his right hand - and was swallowed whole in a fiery plume. With great love I say good-bye to a weak rendition of Jesus; however sadly, the Mega-Church is planning on rebuilding another such monstrosity in it's place. All I'm saying is that if they take more than three days, I'm not believing it.

Good-bye, Burning Man

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On Marriage

Well, at least the wedding ring is taken care of.