I feel like this is Kate Moss' secret little sister. She's a major powerhouse with the way she sings though.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Fuckin' Old School Games
Anyone remember Hover from Windows 95 or Ecco the Dolphin? I swear to God, I feel myself becoming a kid again.
Fuckin' [adult swim]/Anime (breathe and stop)
...The people at Adult Swim can thank themselves for my fucked-up persona more than anyone else. Sleepless nights of Wolf's Rain, Cowboy Bebop and Inuyasha have morphed me into a permanent insomniac during the summer, and God knows what those in-between bumps did to my brain. Above all the things that matter in my mini-verse...the progressive "hip-ness" of the shiny, new Adult Swim signified that shit was changing, for the better or worse and whether I liked it or not.
In place of the classic line-up of Outlaw Star, Trigun and Case Closed...in moved in Xavier: The Renegade Angel, Saul of the Molemen, and Lucy, the Daughter of the Devil. And what seemed a mere millisecond later, Samurai Champloo and Wolf's Rain were replaced by Tom Goes to the Mayor and fuckin' Assy McGee.
Wolf's Rain lost out to THIS.
You ever walk out of the cafeteria line in elementary, middle or high school and feel as if there is nowhere for you to sit or be welcomed? Yeah, well. Adult Swim made me feel just like that. It was the end of an era.
I loved that late night program with a passion. Since I was virtually a loser inside and outside of school, that notorious black screen with the white words which read 'This program is specifically designed to be viewed by adults and therefore may be unsuitable for children under 17' kind of was a homie in my eyes.
That was probably half the reason kids thought I was weird. My dialogue was half-anime and half-effed-up shows that even adults find crude and indecent.
"The new Christina Aguilera CD came out and OMIGOSH, 'Dirrty' is the best track ever—"
"FUCK that bitch; why are we talking about this—anyone see the new uhh, Venture Bros.?"
"..."
"Anyone?"
It went on like this until around sophomore year, when in Gamer's Club there became a battle for the ages: hardcore gamers vs. semi-sane anime fans who didn't give a damn about video games and kept the TV loud as could be. To their credit I have a few friends that liked to have volume control, but for the most part those kids killed the importance of anime to me. And at that point I didn't so much care about Naruto or Faeries' Landing or Rurouni Kenshin, or any anime I had ever seen. For a long time I was done with all of it, even Adult Swim because they were pissing me off too.
It took a lesser-known director, Isao Takahata, to revive my interest in both of those again. Sensei didn't know what else to do with us one class and put on Grave of the Fireflies: one movie fangirls could never ruin for me due to its melancholy nature. And I slowly came around to the idea that anime hadn't changed, but I was under the illusion that it had with my insecurity of seeming un-cool and jaded outlook overall. The same with Adult Swim. True, most high-school girls had interests far away from a late-night program primarily geared toward dudes and hardcore otakus, but it made me happy in its previous years.
And I made some friends because of both—valuable ones that I needed to feel no uncertainty or fear of embarrassment around.
So now here I am, typing away on a computer when I could be outside celebrating the 4th of July and doing my mini-documentary on diversity. Thanks, Adult Swim. You've moved on, and six years later I still won't forgive you for fucking up my shit. Just joking. A little.
[nas]
In place of the classic line-up of Outlaw Star, Trigun and Case Closed...in moved in Xavier: The Renegade Angel, Saul of the Molemen, and Lucy, the Daughter of the Devil. And what seemed a mere millisecond later, Samurai Champloo and Wolf's Rain were replaced by Tom Goes to the Mayor and fuckin' Assy McGee.
Wolf's Rain lost out to THIS.
You ever walk out of the cafeteria line in elementary, middle or high school and feel as if there is nowhere for you to sit or be welcomed? Yeah, well. Adult Swim made me feel just like that. It was the end of an era.
I loved that late night program with a passion. Since I was virtually a loser inside and outside of school, that notorious black screen with the white words which read 'This program is specifically designed to be viewed by adults and therefore may be unsuitable for children under 17' kind of was a homie in my eyes.
That was probably half the reason kids thought I was weird. My dialogue was half-anime and half-effed-up shows that even adults find crude and indecent.
"The new Christina Aguilera CD came out and OMIGOSH, 'Dirrty' is the best track ever—"
"FUCK that bitch; why are we talking about this—anyone see the new uhh, Venture Bros.?"
"..."
"Anyone?"
It went on like this until around sophomore year, when in Gamer's Club there became a battle for the ages: hardcore gamers vs. semi-sane anime fans who didn't give a damn about video games and kept the TV loud as could be. To their credit I have a few friends that liked to have volume control, but for the most part those kids killed the importance of anime to me. And at that point I didn't so much care about Naruto or Faeries' Landing or Rurouni Kenshin, or any anime I had ever seen. For a long time I was done with all of it, even Adult Swim because they were pissing me off too.
It took a lesser-known director, Isao Takahata, to revive my interest in both of those again. Sensei didn't know what else to do with us one class and put on Grave of the Fireflies: one movie fangirls could never ruin for me due to its melancholy nature. And I slowly came around to the idea that anime hadn't changed, but I was under the illusion that it had with my insecurity of seeming un-cool and jaded outlook overall. The same with Adult Swim. True, most high-school girls had interests far away from a late-night program primarily geared toward dudes and hardcore otakus, but it made me happy in its previous years.
And I made some friends because of both—valuable ones that I needed to feel no uncertainty or fear of embarrassment around.
So now here I am, typing away on a computer when I could be outside celebrating the 4th of July and doing my mini-documentary on diversity. Thanks, Adult Swim. You've moved on, and six years later I still won't forgive you for fucking up my shit. Just joking. A little.
[nas]
Friday, July 3, 2009
Christmas Music and Sufjan Stevens
So I know Christmas has come and gone for almost seven months now. But I had a musical craving for some 'O Come O Come Emmanuel'—a craving satisfied instantaneously by my faithful YouTube. Song after song came up in the results, some of which I listened halfheartedly to until I became bored and clicked the 'back' button. Then I found Sufjan.
I was skeptical of how much better he could make a song made a staple carol of Christmas and Advent tradition (not to mention that it's nearly four centuries old and about the plight of the scattered Israelites), but boy, did he decide to prove me wrong. His gentle banjo-like guitar playing and sweet voice of clarity lured me in as if I was a child and he was the storyteller. I was floored, and maybe even a little emotional.
So he changed around the lyrics and the chorus only consists of one word: "Rejoice". But I've never felt so reached by a Christmas carol before. Until I wanted to listen to the little DRUMMER BOY and subsequently found a performance by Faith Hill.
And damned if blondie didn't blow the roof off the joint. I mean, the choir was on point and synchronized to perfection, but you have never heard her sing like this prior. It's really a shame but it made my predisposition to country singers sucking completely inaccurate. I saw Faith Hill on that stage and she was a powerhouse. And yes, if you're wondering, I did cry.
So I guess what I'm saying is Sufjan Stevens and my girl Faith kick ass, and I've gone back in time because I've been bumpin' Christmas jams all week. LOL
Conclude!
I was skeptical of how much better he could make a song made a staple carol of Christmas and Advent tradition (not to mention that it's nearly four centuries old and about the plight of the scattered Israelites), but boy, did he decide to prove me wrong. His gentle banjo-like guitar playing and sweet voice of clarity lured me in as if I was a child and he was the storyteller. I was floored, and maybe even a little emotional.
So he changed around the lyrics and the chorus only consists of one word: "Rejoice". But I've never felt so reached by a Christmas carol before. Until I wanted to listen to the little DRUMMER BOY and subsequently found a performance by Faith Hill.
And damned if blondie didn't blow the roof off the joint. I mean, the choir was on point and synchronized to perfection, but you have never heard her sing like this prior. It's really a shame but it made my predisposition to country singers sucking completely inaccurate. I saw Faith Hill on that stage and she was a powerhouse. And yes, if you're wondering, I did cry.
So I guess what I'm saying is Sufjan Stevens and my girl Faith kick ass, and I've gone back in time because I've been bumpin' Christmas jams all week. LOL
Conclude!
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
My Ultimate Hip-Hop Setlist Part II
31.) Salt 'n Peppa - Whatta Man
32.) Junior Mafia - Gettin' Money (Get Money Remix)
33.) Notorious B.I.G. - One More Chance (Remix)
34.) Prefuse 73 - The Ends of Biters (International)
35.) Nas - If I Ruled the World (feat. Lauryn Hill)
36.) Juggaknots - The Circle Pt. 1
37.) Audio Two - Top Billin'
38.) A Tribe Called Quest - Find a Way
39.) k-os - Superstarr Pt. Zero
40.) Mr. Lif - Phantom (feat. El-P)
41.) Juvenile - Back That Thang Up
42.) Madvillain - All Caps
43.) Destiny's Child - No, No, No (Pt. 2)
44.) TLC - No Scrubs
45.) Q-Tip - Vivrant Thing
46.) Ludacris - What's Your Fantasy
47.) Lil' Mo - Superwoman
48.) Mystikal - Bouncin' Back (Bumpin' Me Against The Wall)
49.) Cee-Lo - I'll Be Around (feat. Timbaland)
50.) Bubba Sparxxx - Ugly
51.) D-12 - Purple Pills
52.) Eminem - Without Me
53.) Ice Cube - Friday
54.) Montell Jordan - This Is How We Do It
55.) Jay-Z - Big Pimpin' (feat. UGK)
56.) Cypress Hill - Insane in the Membrane
57.) Dr. Dre - The Next Episode
58.) Public Enemy - Burn Hollywood Burn
59.) Pras - Ghetto Supastar
60.) Nas - The World Is Yours
Sure as hell IS.
32.) Junior Mafia - Gettin' Money (Get Money Remix)
33.) Notorious B.I.G. - One More Chance (Remix)
34.) Prefuse 73 - The Ends of Biters (International)
35.) Nas - If I Ruled the World (feat. Lauryn Hill)
36.) Juggaknots - The Circle Pt. 1
37.) Audio Two - Top Billin'
38.) A Tribe Called Quest - Find a Way
39.) k-os - Superstarr Pt. Zero
40.) Mr. Lif - Phantom (feat. El-P)
41.) Juvenile - Back That Thang Up
42.) Madvillain - All Caps
43.) Destiny's Child - No, No, No (Pt. 2)
44.) TLC - No Scrubs
45.) Q-Tip - Vivrant Thing
46.) Ludacris - What's Your Fantasy
47.) Lil' Mo - Superwoman
48.) Mystikal - Bouncin' Back (Bumpin' Me Against The Wall)
49.) Cee-Lo - I'll Be Around (feat. Timbaland)
50.) Bubba Sparxxx - Ugly
51.) D-12 - Purple Pills
52.) Eminem - Without Me
53.) Ice Cube - Friday
54.) Montell Jordan - This Is How We Do It
55.) Jay-Z - Big Pimpin' (feat. UGK)
56.) Cypress Hill - Insane in the Membrane
57.) Dr. Dre - The Next Episode
58.) Public Enemy - Burn Hollywood Burn
59.) Pras - Ghetto Supastar
60.) Nas - The World Is Yours
Sure as hell IS.
[adult swim] Psyche Origami - Dead Right
Hip-hop is evolving in the shadows, away from the public's eye. God, Adult Swim had awesome music bumps.
My Ultimate Rock Setlist Part II
31.) Nirvana - Smells Like Teen Spirit
32.) Alice in Chains - Would?
33.) The Shins - Australia
34.) Smashing Pumpkins - Today
35.) Green Day - Brain Stew/Jaded
36.) Lenny Kravitz - Fly Away
37.) Nada Surf - I Like What You Say
38.) Deftones - Change (In the House of Flies)
39.) Soundgarden - Spoonman
40.) Bob Marley - Jammin'
41.) Foo Fighters - Everlong
42.) The Mars Volta - Viscera Eyes
43.) Arctic Monkeys - You Probably Couldn't See For The Lights But You Were Staring Straight at Me
44.) Beck - Loser
45.) The Breeders - Cannonball
46.) Lenny Kravitz - Are You Gonna Go My Way?
47.) The Offspring - Come Out and Play (Keep 'Em Separated)
48.) Beastie Boys - Fight For Your Right
49.) Depeche Mode - Personal Jesus
50.) Alice in Chains - Rooster
51.) Black Sabbath - Iron Man
52.) Oasis - Wonderwall
53.) Deep Purple - Smoke in the Water
54.) Veruca Salt - Seether
55.) The Beatles - Here Comes the Sun
56.) Eels - My Beloved Monster
57.) Steppenwolf - Magic Carpet Ride
58.) No Doubt - Just a Girl
59.) Queen - Bohemian Rhapsody
60.) Bob Marley - I Shot The Sheriff
32.) Alice in Chains - Would?
33.) The Shins - Australia
34.) Smashing Pumpkins - Today
35.) Green Day - Brain Stew/Jaded
36.) Lenny Kravitz - Fly Away
37.) Nada Surf - I Like What You Say
38.) Deftones - Change (In the House of Flies)
39.) Soundgarden - Spoonman
40.) Bob Marley - Jammin'
41.) Foo Fighters - Everlong
42.) The Mars Volta - Viscera Eyes
43.) Arctic Monkeys - You Probably Couldn't See For The Lights But You Were Staring Straight at Me
44.) Beck - Loser
45.) The Breeders - Cannonball
46.) Lenny Kravitz - Are You Gonna Go My Way?
47.) The Offspring - Come Out and Play (Keep 'Em Separated)
48.) Beastie Boys - Fight For Your Right
49.) Depeche Mode - Personal Jesus
50.) Alice in Chains - Rooster
51.) Black Sabbath - Iron Man
52.) Oasis - Wonderwall
53.) Deep Purple - Smoke in the Water
54.) Veruca Salt - Seether
55.) The Beatles - Here Comes the Sun
56.) Eels - My Beloved Monster
57.) Steppenwolf - Magic Carpet Ride
58.) No Doubt - Just a Girl
59.) Queen - Bohemian Rhapsody
60.) Bob Marley - I Shot The Sheriff
Monday, June 29, 2009
The Invention of Lying (2009) OFFICIAL TRAILER
Are you serious? This would save me so much time and energy.
Music Lately
I've realllllly gotten selective with my music choice in the past few years. It used to be that a song could so much as enter my eardrums once and one, two, three; it's on my iPod.
Now my iPod selection is like getting into the fucking Ivy League. I don't know what the hell happened.
Now my iPod selection is like getting into the fucking Ivy League. I don't know what the hell happened.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
So What I Don't Get Is...
...boys named feminine names, and girls named masculine names. Not like Alex or Morgan for girls, but...Christian or Evan. And the dudes being named Lindsey or Courtney.
...how Asian now carries the connotation of the Far East alone.
...the fascination with attractive yet talentless people in our society.
...why 'that's what she said' got SO ridiculously popular. I find myself saying it, and subsequently screaming.
...gamer TV.
...the labeling of the Middle East as a problem area when it's been plunged in turmoil since the Battle of Kadesh in 1274 B.C.
...people who wear peace signs on their shirts and proclaim to love all, then walk by a nerd and say, "Eww."
... how white supremacists express anger over our presence here when we did not exactly teleport ourselves.
...how dumb blonde jokes came to be, and whether said blondes are that stupid or just feel the need to perpetuate the stereotype.
...who decided talking intelligently makes black people "white". So once upon a time we were uneducated and we still have to sound like that?
...when the ideal figure shrank from Marilyn Monroe at 10 to Kate Moss at size 0.
...the Wii. Dumbest idea for a video game console since Sega DreamCast.
...Abercrombie's obsession with pornographic posters.
...the thing with a guy macking making him a pimp, but a girl macking branding her a slut.
...how having a [insert ethnicity] friend certifies you as a non-racist when you start talking smack about their race in a negative way.
...gladiator sandals. Mm, no.
...fashion pieces that look like random, glued-together bits of construction paper.
...clothing over $250.
...the paparazzi's day-to-day schedule, and whether they have a list of celebrity stalkees or just go out on manhunts and hope to find one. Ha-ha, sad life.
...dyed Afros.
...the existence of any minority skinhead. Like this guy.
...how Japan lagged five years behind us in technology after World War II, and still precedes us THREE years sixty-six years later! It's embarrasing.
...how anyone is ashamed to be exactly who they are.
...how fashion companies have a "black slot" that they already have filled out and don't need anyone else for.
...this stigma of immigrants from Mexico and Central/South America. We were all immigrants at one point in our ancestries. You're treating these immigrants the same way that Americans treated your forefathers?
...the age of bad (horror) movies culminating in the past four years. Ugh.
...the way people just relate hip-hop to gangstas with Glocks and grills and then disregard it as a form of music.
...what is so bad about The Boondocks.
...no offense, but white people calling hip-hop/rap/R&B "YOUR MUSIC". AH, I COULD GO CRAZY.
...how Elvis is the king of rock 'n roll, and not Chuck Berry or Little Richard.
...anime making you a loser.
...Prefuse 73's album cover to Surrounded By Silence.
...the reluctance for a majority of Americans to be multicultural, like it's really that painful.
...what the hell happened to GOOD country.
...GANGURO.
...the eerie color of the sky as it prepares to rain.
...how Asian now carries the connotation of the Far East alone.
...the fascination with attractive yet talentless people in our society.
...why 'that's what she said' got SO ridiculously popular. I find myself saying it, and subsequently screaming.
...gamer TV.
...the labeling of the Middle East as a problem area when it's been plunged in turmoil since the Battle of Kadesh in 1274 B.C.
...people who wear peace signs on their shirts and proclaim to love all, then walk by a nerd and say, "Eww."
... how white supremacists express anger over our presence here when we did not exactly teleport ourselves.
...how dumb blonde jokes came to be, and whether said blondes are that stupid or just feel the need to perpetuate the stereotype.
...who decided talking intelligently makes black people "white". So once upon a time we were uneducated and we still have to sound like that?
...when the ideal figure shrank from Marilyn Monroe at 10 to Kate Moss at size 0.
...the Wii. Dumbest idea for a video game console since Sega DreamCast.
...Abercrombie's obsession with pornographic posters.
...the thing with a guy macking making him a pimp, but a girl macking branding her a slut.
...how having a [insert ethnicity] friend certifies you as a non-racist when you start talking smack about their race in a negative way.
...gladiator sandals. Mm, no.
...fashion pieces that look like random, glued-together bits of construction paper.
...clothing over $250.
...the paparazzi's day-to-day schedule, and whether they have a list of celebrity stalkees or just go out on manhunts and hope to find one. Ha-ha, sad life.
...dyed Afros.
...the existence of any minority skinhead. Like this guy.
...how Japan lagged five years behind us in technology after World War II, and still precedes us THREE years sixty-six years later! It's embarrasing.
...how anyone is ashamed to be exactly who they are.
...how fashion companies have a "black slot" that they already have filled out and don't need anyone else for.
...this stigma of immigrants from Mexico and Central/South America. We were all immigrants at one point in our ancestries. You're treating these immigrants the same way that Americans treated your forefathers?
...the age of bad (horror) movies culminating in the past four years. Ugh.
...the way people just relate hip-hop to gangstas with Glocks and grills and then disregard it as a form of music.
...what is so bad about The Boondocks.
...no offense, but white people calling hip-hop/rap/R&B "YOUR MUSIC". AH, I COULD GO CRAZY.
...how Elvis is the king of rock 'n roll, and not Chuck Berry or Little Richard.
...anime making you a loser.
...Prefuse 73's album cover to Surrounded By Silence.
...the reluctance for a majority of Americans to be multicultural, like it's really that painful.
...what the hell happened to GOOD country.
...GANGURO.
...the eerie color of the sky as it prepares to rain.
My Ultimate Hip-Hop Setlist
1.) P. Diddy - Bad Boy For Life
2.) Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - They Reminisce Over You (T.R.O.Y.)
3.) Notorious B.I.G. - Hypnotize
4.) Junior Mafia - Players' Anthem
5.) Sugarhill Gang - Rapper's Delight
6.) Grandmaster Flash & The Furious Five - The Message
7.) The Cool Kids - Black Mags
8.) Busta Rhymes - Woo Hah!! Got You All In Check
9.) Craig Mack - Flava in Ya Ear
10.) Snoop Dogg - Gin and Juice
11.) Dr. Dre/2Pac - California Love
12.) Lil' Kim - Crush On You
13.) A Tribe Called Quest - Award Tour
14.) Rob Sonic - New Car Smell
15.) Missy Elliott - The Rain (Supa Dupa Fly)
16.) Aaliyah - Are You That Somebody
17.) Pharoahe Monch - Simon Says
18.) The Fugees - Killing Me Softly
19.) Nas - The World Is Yours
20.) Jay-Z - Can I Get A What What (feat. Amil and Ja Rule)
21.) Clipse - Grindin'
22.) Madvillain - Rainbows
23.) Psyche Origami - Dead Right
24.) Handsome Boy Modeling School - Holy Calamity (Bear Witness II)
25.) Outkast - So Fresh, So Clean
26.) Lauryn Hill - Everything is Everything
27.) Notorious B.I.G. - Hypnotize
28.) Outkast - Rosa Parks
29.) Q-Tip - Breathe and Stop
30.) Mariah Carey - Fantasy
2.) Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - They Reminisce Over You (T.R.O.Y.)
3.) Notorious B.I.G. - Hypnotize
4.) Junior Mafia - Players' Anthem
5.) Sugarhill Gang - Rapper's Delight
6.) Grandmaster Flash & The Furious Five - The Message
7.) The Cool Kids - Black Mags
8.) Busta Rhymes - Woo Hah!! Got You All In Check
9.) Craig Mack - Flava in Ya Ear
10.) Snoop Dogg - Gin and Juice
11.) Dr. Dre/2Pac - California Love
12.) Lil' Kim - Crush On You
13.) A Tribe Called Quest - Award Tour
14.) Rob Sonic - New Car Smell
15.) Missy Elliott - The Rain (Supa Dupa Fly)
16.) Aaliyah - Are You That Somebody
17.) Pharoahe Monch - Simon Says
18.) The Fugees - Killing Me Softly
19.) Nas - The World Is Yours
20.) Jay-Z - Can I Get A What What (feat. Amil and Ja Rule)
21.) Clipse - Grindin'
22.) Madvillain - Rainbows
23.) Psyche Origami - Dead Right
24.) Handsome Boy Modeling School - Holy Calamity (Bear Witness II)
25.) Outkast - So Fresh, So Clean
26.) Lauryn Hill - Everything is Everything
27.) Notorious B.I.G. - Hypnotize
28.) Outkast - Rosa Parks
29.) Q-Tip - Breathe and Stop
30.) Mariah Carey - Fantasy
My Ultimate Rock Setlist
Laying in bed coughing up bile with nothing to do spawned my ongoing quest for the perfect collection of rock songs.
Let's kick it off.
1.) The Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Maps
2.) The White Stripes - Fell in Love with a Girl
3.) Black Sabbath - Black Sabbath
4.) Led Zeppelin - Kashmir
5.) Jimi Hendrix - If 6 Was 9
6.) Metallica - Enter Sandman
7.) Rush - Freewill
8.) Guns 'n Roses - Paradise City
9.) Audioslave - Cochise
10.) Nirvana - In Bloom
11.) Cream - Sunshine of Your Love
12.) Tokyo Police Club - Centennial
13.) Jimi Hendrix - Little Wing
14.) Alice in Chains - Man in the Box
15.) Incubus - Drive
16.) Franz Ferdinand - Take Me Out
17.) The Ramones - Blitzkrieg Bop
18.) Radiohead - 15 Step
19.) Blur - Song 2
20.) A Perfect Circle - Weak and Powerless
21.) Motley Crüe - Live Wire
22.) Led Zeppelin - Black Dog
23.) Guns N' Roses - Welcome to the Jungle
24.) The Beatles - I Want to Hold Your Hand
25.) Audioslave - Like a Stone
26.) Nine Inch Nails - Closer
27.) Jimmy Eat World - Sweetness
28.) Lynyrd Skynyrd - Free Bird
29.) Bob Marley - Is This Love
30.) Butthole Surfers - Pepper
Let's kick it off.
1.) The Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Maps
2.) The White Stripes - Fell in Love with a Girl
3.) Black Sabbath - Black Sabbath
4.) Led Zeppelin - Kashmir
5.) Jimi Hendrix - If 6 Was 9
6.) Metallica - Enter Sandman
7.) Rush - Freewill
8.) Guns 'n Roses - Paradise City
9.) Audioslave - Cochise
10.) Nirvana - In Bloom
11.) Cream - Sunshine of Your Love
12.) Tokyo Police Club - Centennial
13.) Jimi Hendrix - Little Wing
14.) Alice in Chains - Man in the Box
15.) Incubus - Drive
16.) Franz Ferdinand - Take Me Out
17.) The Ramones - Blitzkrieg Bop
18.) Radiohead - 15 Step
19.) Blur - Song 2
20.) A Perfect Circle - Weak and Powerless
21.) Motley Crüe - Live Wire
22.) Led Zeppelin - Black Dog
23.) Guns N' Roses - Welcome to the Jungle
24.) The Beatles - I Want to Hold Your Hand
25.) Audioslave - Like a Stone
26.) Nine Inch Nails - Closer
27.) Jimmy Eat World - Sweetness
28.) Lynyrd Skynyrd - Free Bird
29.) Bob Marley - Is This Love
30.) Butthole Surfers - Pepper
My Catharsis (featured on Andreas Johannes' page)
It's high time I tackled the most touchy subject in the entire universe to me: being "black".
You are born black. Your skin is... shades of brown, but in layman's terms, BLACK. This perpetual stereotype of blackness being fried chicken, Afro puffs, big booties and grills in your mouth has got to stop. I'm wearing thin as I traipse down the hallway with my boyfriend, being jeered at and put down as a sellout and all else. It's tiring. It's juvenile. And it stings bitterly.
I don't understand why I have to do these things to be proud of what I am. I don't get why people can't leave me alone because I would sometimes rather listen to Daft Punk instead of someone like Young Jeezy. I wish I could go places with my boo and not be made to feel like some kind of freak since he's ten shades lighter. And the pressure has permeated my psyche until I come home and cry in uncontrollable fits of rage and frustration.
Maybe it seems like a desperate wail for attention. I needed to express my distress to someone. I made the mistake of bottling my feelings, and now I feel like a total mess. The funny thing is, I was reading a blog by a Swedish guy named Andreas Johannes. He happens to like sistas. At first I thought he was being cynical and superficial. But then I just realized that he's just a down-to-earth guy who has a genuine love and interest for black women. That's so rare here, or anywhere, that I was overwhelmed. I should've been happy. Instead I became depressed.
I suppose after seeing me and other friends be nothing but conquests for any male, the sincerity was too much to handle. It just isn't the same in America. Here we're...
Back-up dancers and booty-shakers. Socially pressured to do things to our hair so that we look more European. Teased because of our natural hair and the way it isn't silky or long. Pursued because of sexual idolization instead of real love, like we deserve and desire. Good enough for singing and performing, but cast aside when it comes to modeling, because we aren't perceived as the ideal standard of beautiful. Am I making you uncomfortable?
Monday, April 13, 2009
Midnight Blue (Jack Morian)
Jack Morian pivoted on the edge of his skateboard, catching it reflexively as he looked around at the drab surroundings of Subterranea. He removed the faded Volcom cap on his dark-haired head, the tendrils framing a face so gaunt that he resembled more a war veteran than the seventeen-year-old he was.
Life underground took its toll on the citizens of this place, especially children. There were 5,550 residents of this city, though only 2% were below eighteen.
Sixty years ago, war had ravaged the Earth until the atmosphere was so contaminated with toxic gas and radioactive smog, all human beings and wildlife were forced to inhabit the underground levels of buildings across the world. Forever escaping the atmosphere, each year they would dig deeper. The war had followed, and the population dwindled because only a certain number of the refugees were of the proper age or condition to procreate. Food supply was low, and some of the wild animals had gotten loose.
TPS (Toxic Particle Sickness) cut that portion in half. These were the teachings of the Oligarchy since they were old enough to comprehend it. The government concealed the remainder that existed now, as to prevent anyone from getting any ideas. It was rumored that thousands of ‘Subterraneas’ had been established across the globe, but the Oligarchy had effective ways of silencing those who riled up the population. Jack and his friends had laughed. Couldn’t even go to the library and the government still held to the idea that someone would be intelligent enough to overthrow them. What could they do?
Secretly, beneath the toughened orphan exterior, he yearned for the time of his grandfather to return. Through him, Jack gained beautiful memories and visions of the world above—what had been. He remembered the look on his grandfather’s face when he had run out of stories to quell his thirsty imagination. The harsh reality of the inescapable concrete jungle rustled the boy that day, and before Jack knew it, he was at the site of the Arrival, the only route in and out of the city.
His feet were so accustomed to the way there that he could not prevent it. It was eerily besmirched; the streetlights of no use, and a few of Subterranea’s residents had even attempted to scale it to the top. None of them had ever come back from their endeavor.
Inez had speculated that it was haunted. Tori said that the way was blocked by means of some mysterious being, and that if you outwitted it, you could pass. Inez was part of a radical rebel battalion now and was forbidden to have any contact with civilians unless they were a part of the group. Tori had married another one of Jack’s friends, Mika, and he had fallen out of contact with them. Jack smiled. He would discern for himself the truth of the Arrival. Only touch could lead him; sight, smell, and hearing only served to terrify him further. Taste, he did not want to know. Stuck in limbo, he bit his lip, uncertain of the way back but apprehensive of the road ahead.
His hazel eyes widened in the darkness, a shimmer of light at the end of his line of sight. Memories tantalizing his mind, Jack eagerly journeyed on, his pace quickening until he was panting with hysteria. Faster. Faster. His psyche pushed him, body approaching exhaustion. His pale hand thrust out to grab another rung. There was none. Around the portal was a pure halo of light. Jack Morian got a tight hold on the lever and pushed upwards. What he beheld made him cry endlessly for decades after.
The sky was a beautiful midnight blue, and everywhere he looked, moonlight smiled upon the grassy plains.
They had lied.
Life underground took its toll on the citizens of this place, especially children. There were 5,550 residents of this city, though only 2% were below eighteen.
Sixty years ago, war had ravaged the Earth until the atmosphere was so contaminated with toxic gas and radioactive smog, all human beings and wildlife were forced to inhabit the underground levels of buildings across the world. Forever escaping the atmosphere, each year they would dig deeper. The war had followed, and the population dwindled because only a certain number of the refugees were of the proper age or condition to procreate. Food supply was low, and some of the wild animals had gotten loose.
TPS (Toxic Particle Sickness) cut that portion in half. These were the teachings of the Oligarchy since they were old enough to comprehend it. The government concealed the remainder that existed now, as to prevent anyone from getting any ideas. It was rumored that thousands of ‘Subterraneas’ had been established across the globe, but the Oligarchy had effective ways of silencing those who riled up the population. Jack and his friends had laughed. Couldn’t even go to the library and the government still held to the idea that someone would be intelligent enough to overthrow them. What could they do?
Secretly, beneath the toughened orphan exterior, he yearned for the time of his grandfather to return. Through him, Jack gained beautiful memories and visions of the world above—what had been. He remembered the look on his grandfather’s face when he had run out of stories to quell his thirsty imagination. The harsh reality of the inescapable concrete jungle rustled the boy that day, and before Jack knew it, he was at the site of the Arrival, the only route in and out of the city.
His feet were so accustomed to the way there that he could not prevent it. It was eerily besmirched; the streetlights of no use, and a few of Subterranea’s residents had even attempted to scale it to the top. None of them had ever come back from their endeavor.
Inez had speculated that it was haunted. Tori said that the way was blocked by means of some mysterious being, and that if you outwitted it, you could pass. Inez was part of a radical rebel battalion now and was forbidden to have any contact with civilians unless they were a part of the group. Tori had married another one of Jack’s friends, Mika, and he had fallen out of contact with them. Jack smiled. He would discern for himself the truth of the Arrival. Only touch could lead him; sight, smell, and hearing only served to terrify him further. Taste, he did not want to know. Stuck in limbo, he bit his lip, uncertain of the way back but apprehensive of the road ahead.
His hazel eyes widened in the darkness, a shimmer of light at the end of his line of sight. Memories tantalizing his mind, Jack eagerly journeyed on, his pace quickening until he was panting with hysteria. Faster. Faster. His psyche pushed him, body approaching exhaustion. His pale hand thrust out to grab another rung. There was none. Around the portal was a pure halo of light. Jack Morian got a tight hold on the lever and pushed upwards. What he beheld made him cry endlessly for decades after.
The sky was a beautiful midnight blue, and everywhere he looked, moonlight smiled upon the grassy plains.
They had lied.
Heritage
I am not ashamed to be what I am. Myriads of generations prior to mine have been to the extent where interchanging any another race with their true one seemed to be the only bearable alternative. Some of my fellow brethren still do.
This is not to say that I see no reason behind their actions, their mindset of inferiority. We live in a biased world, and the evidence can be found all around us. Society has always given African-Americans a rough time of it, made them suffer beyond the mind's limitations and berated them until their psyche surmised a less painful way of living.
If time were to rewind one-hundred years back, I cannot say that I would not consider turning my back on my identity.
Yet despite the belief that we are straight-up black, our heritages varies as much as anyone else's. Some African-Americans can trace their roots to the Revolution and prior. Others did not leave the African continent, by choice or without, until centuries after the initial slave arrival in the 1600's. Many have European ancestry because of liaisons masters had with slave women. To be honest, this vestige of mixed-up heritage is symbolic, because it not only represents the majority of us, but summarizes the mentality of black people perfectly.
In most of the African-American community, showing even a partial affinity for anything not stereotypically "black" (unfairly) constitutes this notion of treachery. Well.
I'm about 10% Filipino, 2% Irish, French, and mainly, ostensibly black. I love my heritage and do not hesitate to defend it or declare it to the world. I got teased extensively for my love of anime in middle school, and badmouthed for embracing the "Asian" rather than black. Heh. It was not so, but I am glad I realize their ignorance now for what it is.
I could have 0% Irish heritage or Filipino heritage, and walk around with the national anthem on my shirt in Gaelic, or bear a backpack that says 'Pride in the Philippines' with purple Sharpie. Not belonging to a culture but showing respect and love for it is not rejection of your own. Nor is it turning your back on it in treason; it is what a worldly person should be able to do without question. It is cosmopolitan and quite fun. Fuck haters, man. I like my lupia and maki rolls. We have differences, but they should be adored and accepted.
P.S. I love my folks. But I just don't know about some of 'em, mayn.
~End
This is not to say that I see no reason behind their actions, their mindset of inferiority. We live in a biased world, and the evidence can be found all around us. Society has always given African-Americans a rough time of it, made them suffer beyond the mind's limitations and berated them until their psyche surmised a less painful way of living.
If time were to rewind one-hundred years back, I cannot say that I would not consider turning my back on my identity.
Yet despite the belief that we are straight-up black, our heritages varies as much as anyone else's. Some African-Americans can trace their roots to the Revolution and prior. Others did not leave the African continent, by choice or without, until centuries after the initial slave arrival in the 1600's. Many have European ancestry because of liaisons masters had with slave women. To be honest, this vestige of mixed-up heritage is symbolic, because it not only represents the majority of us, but summarizes the mentality of black people perfectly.
In most of the African-American community, showing even a partial affinity for anything not stereotypically "black" (unfairly) constitutes this notion of treachery. Well.
I'm about 10% Filipino, 2% Irish, French, and mainly, ostensibly black. I love my heritage and do not hesitate to defend it or declare it to the world. I got teased extensively for my love of anime in middle school, and badmouthed for embracing the "Asian" rather than black. Heh. It was not so, but I am glad I realize their ignorance now for what it is.
I could have 0% Irish heritage or Filipino heritage, and walk around with the national anthem on my shirt in Gaelic, or bear a backpack that says 'Pride in the Philippines' with purple Sharpie. Not belonging to a culture but showing respect and love for it is not rejection of your own. Nor is it turning your back on it in treason; it is what a worldly person should be able to do without question. It is cosmopolitan and quite fun. Fuck haters, man. I like my lupia and maki rolls. We have differences, but they should be adored and accepted.
P.S. I love my folks. But I just don't know about some of 'em, mayn.
~End
Top Twenty Movie Failures of All Time
1.) Pulse?
-What the fuck? Are they ghosts? Are they just malicious entities channeled through technology? Did we create them? WHERE IS THE CLARIFICATION?
Achilles' Heel: Bad acting, vague storyline
2.) I Know Who Killed Me
-Yeah. If the sex scene (which wasn't much to brag about) is the one thing the movie is popular for, the chances are that the remainder of the film sucks even more ass. And trust me. I was counting down till it ended.
Achilles' Heel: Didn't pay the actors enough, 'cause they sounded like Hayden Christensen. We'll discuss him later.
3.) The Covenant
-The script was so laced with sordid one-liners that I burst out laughing when the main character fucking died.
Achilles' Heel: Corny dialogue/story/characters
4.) Dragon Ball: Evolution
-Well...the cast was good-looking at least!
Achilles' Heel: plethora: definition = overabundance
5.) Spider-Man 3
-Since when is Topher Grace intimidating in ANY way? I still think of him as the cutie from That '70's Show! Now he's kidnappin' bitches and making death threats.
Achilles' Heel: Dialogue, weak-ass storyline
6.) From Justin to Kelly
-Oh, man. Let's just give it half a star and be done with it. So bad I can't even mention the Achilles' Heel.
7.) Star Wars III: Revenge of the Sith
-If this is supposed to be the saddest one and I cracked up at the scene that is supposed to evoke tears and sorrow then it's got to be bad.
Achilles' Heel: Hayden Christensen being himself. Which would be hot but terrible at acting.
8.) The Mothman Prophecies
-I used to love this movie until I realized that they never showed Mothman at all. And most of the movie's about pointless side stories and Richard Gere's broken heart. An Officer and a Gentleman with paranormal tendencies.
Achilles' Heel: Misleading title, confusing plot, bad line delivery
9.) Bio-Dome
-Oh, it sucks. You laughed your ass off at some parts but it sucked.
Achilles' Heel: Stephen Baldwin leeching off of Pauly Shore's hilarity
10.) Harry Potter and Everything After the Prisoner of Azkaban
-What, can't find a good director after Christopher Columbus? That difficult, huh?
Achilles' Heel: Cutting out the good stuff, not sticking to the plot and failing to elaborate on why the hell Karkaroff was in that room for any other reason than to create suspense
11.) Ghost Rider
-LMAO. "Look into my eyes." Ha-haaaaa.
Achilles' Heel: Hiring Nicholas Cage. That'd murder any movie.
12.) Cloverfield
-Oh, what the hell? That thing looked like a bloated/pregnant Godzilla! And you could only see it for half a second. I felt cheated.
Achilles' Heel: Not showing me of the monster I paid money to see
13.) Purple Rain
-Prince is really talented at singing and dancing.
Achilles' Heel: Bad dialogue, story line no one remembers, and the '80's.
14.) Any sequel Disney's done other than Toy Story 2
-I'ma 'bout to catch a case, guys.
Achilles' Heel: Stop making sequels that build on nothing from the PREVIOUS MOVIE. T_T
15.) William Shakespeare's Romeo & Juliet
-Putting the guy's name before the name of the play makes up for the fucked-up plot and botched modern adaptation? I think NOT.
Achilles' Heel: Claire Danes in those ridiculous angel wings and the whole 'We're talkin' 14th century in the '90's'.
16.) Stay Alive
-Hold me back.
Achilles' Heel: EVERYTHING
17.) An American Haunting
-The whole movie's just a huge 'WTF'. I wanted my money back thirty minutes in.
Achilles' Heel: Wasn't worthy of mah interest; horrible, horrible plot
18.) Havoc
-Anne Hathaway's a G now? NO, she's my adorable dork from The Princess Diaries, not a slutty suburbanite with a hankering for 40 oz.!
Achilles' Heel: Tooootal lack of believability
19.) Twilight
-I want to drive a stake through the series AND the movie.
Achilles' Heel: 'Spider monkey'? 'Say it out loud'? And Robert Pattinson having more make-up on than the Harajuku Girls? Unh-UNH.
20.) Every Friday after the first one!
-You know Mike Epps ain't funny.
Achilles' Heel: No Chris Tucker = no more humor
-What the fuck? Are they ghosts? Are they just malicious entities channeled through technology? Did we create them? WHERE IS THE CLARIFICATION?
Achilles' Heel: Bad acting, vague storyline
2.) I Know Who Killed Me
-Yeah. If the sex scene (which wasn't much to brag about) is the one thing the movie is popular for, the chances are that the remainder of the film sucks even more ass. And trust me. I was counting down till it ended.
Achilles' Heel: Didn't pay the actors enough, 'cause they sounded like Hayden Christensen. We'll discuss him later.
3.) The Covenant
-The script was so laced with sordid one-liners that I burst out laughing when the main character fucking died.
Achilles' Heel: Corny dialogue/story/characters
4.) Dragon Ball: Evolution
-Well...the cast was good-looking at least!
Achilles' Heel: plethora: definition = overabundance
5.) Spider-Man 3
-Since when is Topher Grace intimidating in ANY way? I still think of him as the cutie from That '70's Show! Now he's kidnappin' bitches and making death threats.
Achilles' Heel: Dialogue, weak-ass storyline
6.) From Justin to Kelly
-Oh, man. Let's just give it half a star and be done with it. So bad I can't even mention the Achilles' Heel.
7.) Star Wars III: Revenge of the Sith
-If this is supposed to be the saddest one and I cracked up at the scene that is supposed to evoke tears and sorrow then it's got to be bad.
Achilles' Heel: Hayden Christensen being himself. Which would be hot but terrible at acting.
8.) The Mothman Prophecies
-I used to love this movie until I realized that they never showed Mothman at all. And most of the movie's about pointless side stories and Richard Gere's broken heart. An Officer and a Gentleman with paranormal tendencies.
Achilles' Heel: Misleading title, confusing plot, bad line delivery
9.) Bio-Dome
-Oh, it sucks. You laughed your ass off at some parts but it sucked.
Achilles' Heel: Stephen Baldwin leeching off of Pauly Shore's hilarity
10.) Harry Potter and Everything After the Prisoner of Azkaban
-What, can't find a good director after Christopher Columbus? That difficult, huh?
Achilles' Heel: Cutting out the good stuff, not sticking to the plot and failing to elaborate on why the hell Karkaroff was in that room for any other reason than to create suspense
11.) Ghost Rider
-LMAO. "Look into my eyes." Ha-haaaaa.
Achilles' Heel: Hiring Nicholas Cage. That'd murder any movie.
12.) Cloverfield
-Oh, what the hell? That thing looked like a bloated/pregnant Godzilla! And you could only see it for half a second. I felt cheated.
Achilles' Heel: Not showing me of the monster I paid money to see
13.) Purple Rain
-Prince is really talented at singing and dancing.
Achilles' Heel: Bad dialogue, story line no one remembers, and the '80's.
14.) Any sequel Disney's done other than Toy Story 2
-I'ma 'bout to catch a case, guys.
Achilles' Heel: Stop making sequels that build on nothing from the PREVIOUS MOVIE. T_T
15.) William Shakespeare's Romeo & Juliet
-Putting the guy's name before the name of the play makes up for the fucked-up plot and botched modern adaptation? I think NOT.
Achilles' Heel: Claire Danes in those ridiculous angel wings and the whole 'We're talkin' 14th century in the '90's'.
16.) Stay Alive
-Hold me back.
Achilles' Heel: EVERYTHING
17.) An American Haunting
-The whole movie's just a huge 'WTF'. I wanted my money back thirty minutes in.
Achilles' Heel: Wasn't worthy of mah interest; horrible, horrible plot
18.) Havoc
-Anne Hathaway's a G now? NO, she's my adorable dork from The Princess Diaries, not a slutty suburbanite with a hankering for 40 oz.!
Achilles' Heel: Tooootal lack of believability
19.) Twilight
-I want to drive a stake through the series AND the movie.
Achilles' Heel: 'Spider monkey'? 'Say it out loud'? And Robert Pattinson having more make-up on than the Harajuku Girls? Unh-UNH.
20.) Every Friday after the first one!
-You know Mike Epps ain't funny.
Achilles' Heel: No Chris Tucker = no more humor
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Music
...is Brandon Boyd bravely stating that he'll face tomorrow with open arms and open eyes.
...is Thom Yorke begging you not to leave him high and dry in the most beautiful of tones.
...is A Tribe Called Quest telling you an elaborate history of the 'n-word' through strategically distributed raps.
...is Israel Kamakawiwo'ole strumming his ukulele and saying somewhere over the rainbow, dreams really do come true.
...is Trent Reznor in the foreground of a song dominated by harsh drum beats and basslines, desperately wanting to escape his world.
...is the Deftones' lead singer Chino Moreno moaning dementedly that he watched you change into flies.
...is a song that needs no vocalization to make itself heard and let the message ring true.
...is Perry Farrell describing his days of mischief in which he was caught stealing.
...is undoubtedly Ronnie Van Zant saying, 'Lord, help me, I can't change'.
...is Kimya Dawson improvising skillfully in a song about tire swings, bicycles, and a guy named Joey.
...is M.I.A. in the jungles of Sri Lanka, dancing to drums and informing you of her life back home in Colombo.
...is the heavy yet exotic soundtrack to Prince of Persia: Sands of Time.
...is Johnny Cash aptly comparing love to a burning thing that makes a fiery ring.
...is Benjamin Gibbard's warm vocals surrounding you as he tells you, 'I will follow you into the dark".
...is Gary Numan hesitantly stating that nothing seems right in cars.
...is Ian Gillan belting smoke on the water, and fire in the sky.
...is Joyce Silveira Palhano de Jesus with her Spanish guitar on her lap, reassuring you that life is nothing without its heartaches or troubles, and that you shouldn't grieve because your spirit is strong enough to overcome the very end of the world.
...is the Brothers Johnson with their perfectly rounded afros rather uncompromisingly telling you to get the funk out they' face.
...is Bob Marley with the clarity of a thousand priests, asking if you could be loved, and if you would help him sing songs of freedom because they're all he ever had.
...is D2, in a rather pensive manner of speech, informing you of his journey to the countryside.
...is a bad-ass riff by Jimi Hendrix with the song title 'If 6 Was 9'. 'If the hippies cut off all their hair...I don't care'.
...is The Shins telling you to give them their hand and then jump out the window.
...can indeed be Ludacris raunchily asking you what is your fantasy.
...is Alex Turner with a certain wistfulness commenting that never again will there be another one quite as desirable as YOU.
...is Caleb Followill saying he's always mad and usually drunk, but loves her like no other.
...is Dave Grohl proudly singing of his hero, and watching him as he goes.
...is the Kaiser Chiefs' Ricky Wilson stating that love's not a competition (but he's winning).
...is the ethereality of Bashful Science and Boulder Squad recording live from the moon.
...is Brad Paisley singing that lovin' is what he's got, and to remember that.
...is Corinne Bailey Rae sweetly requesting that you call her when you get this message or to let your hair down.
...is Robert Plant and crew painting a vivid picture of the Indian subcontinent, or lamenting of his attempts to love you and your pushing him away. OR asking if you want a whole lotta love.
...is the eerily beautiful soprano of Marvin Gaye recalling his days as a wallflower.
...is the futuristic beats and laid-back lack of rhymes of Rob Sonic as he, at the risk of sounding blamed, wrote a letter to himself and signed it, 'Get out while you can'.
...is Lil' Wayne confidently placing his toughness above that of Nigerian hair.
...is Nas declaring that the world is yours through his exceptional and prophetic lyrical delivery.
...is Prefuse 73 weaving the new and the old together in an intelligent mix of breakbeat and jazz.
...is Andre 3000 with his usual swagger saying that he's so fresh and so clean.
...is Raheem Devaughn asking you to believe in him.
...is the infectious Punjabi MC hit 'Mundian To Bach Ke', or 'Beware of the Boys'.
...is definitely Bob Dylan proclaiming that the saints are marching through, and that it's all over now, Baby Blue.
...can just be Bono singing it's a beautiful day.
...is the Beatles crooning that they want to hold your hand.
...is Biggie Smalls lovin' how you call him 'Big Poppa'.
...is totally Maynard James Keenan of Tool and A Perfect Circle unabashedly expressing his joy at the world's death slow in coming, describing himself as weak and powerless, or begging you not to disturb the beast.
...is the witty non sequiturs of Tokyo Police Club as they compliment you on your English or tell you that this is skin in which you can wrap all of your arms and legs.
...is Orhan Gencebay turned up loud, baby!
...is Erykah Badu saying the man that knows something knows that he knows nothing at all, and our predisposition to be steadfast when the time arises in the song 'Soldier'.
...is Sugarhill Gang informing the listener that what they hear is not a test; they're rappin' to the beat.
...is Madvillain saying you must remember all caps when you spell the man' name.
...is Alex Kapranos screaming for you to take him out.
...is Cedric Bixler-Zavala amidst the frenzied guitar playing of Omar Rodriguez-Lopez, singing in Spanish that needs no translation.
...is India.Arie coming to the realization that freedom is hers today, and that she found strength, courage, and wisdom.
...is Bajan Mr. Lif angrily rapping about a world that is upon the brink of destruction...and doesn't even realize.
...is Anthony Kiedis bringin' the funk to issues like inequality and narcotic addiction.
...is Müzeyyen Senar exclaiming that outrageous is the only crime she is both guilty and unashamed of.
...is beauty personified, a happiness that resides in your heart, soul, and mind if it is played well enough.
"Music is the soul of the man. Music makes a happy day. And music makes the clouds go by, baby. Your music keeps my tears inside my eyes. Your music makes me want to sing...girl, music is a joy to bring. Music is my heart and soul...more precious than gold. Happiness today is just a song away."
~Marvin Gaye
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Interracial Dating
I remember the first time I ever saw an interracial couple before. I thought they looked so strange next to one another, holding hands and kissing each other's cheeks, her blonde hair falling onto his tawny shoulder. Obviously the other patrons of the restaurant thought so too with their whispering and their vehement stares. As the past fuses into the present and I write this post, I realize that society still hadn't given up the ghost, for it was racism that made me see them as something to be thought oddly of, to see a happy couple and narrow eyes in disapproval.
I walk through the mall with my boyfriend, his skin pale as mine is brown. We receive looks, all sorts of them, some disapproving, some surprised, and some admiring. And I don't care. My fellow people may look at me and say I am a betrayer, to which I reply, "Not to my heart." Black, white, yellow, brown, red...if you are in love, what does it matter? Why should you give that happiness up for the comfortableness of those narrow-minded around you? Love has no color. I love my boyfriend not because of the remark he and I make to society, but because his words give me strength. His laugh makes me more joyful than I can remember being. And I feel like I can be myself, flaws and all, when he is by me.
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