Once a year we do this

Okay... I ran into an old friend at my high school reunion who's on myspace but I haven't added her as a friend because I haven't talked to her in years but she said that I should be her friend so whatever, it's myspace. It's totally lame but I have a band so it's different. I need it in order to "network" and get my music out the the kids.

That aside, I found this page. I run into this guy and some of his friends from time to time when I stray from my usual public houses but we don't have much in common these days. We used to play soccer back in the day. Way back in the day. But here's why I'm even wasting my time on this...

Please tell me that you have a better picture of yourself than one where you've cropped out someone (who's hand is still in frame) and please tell me that you have a better picture of yourself that doesn't involve holding a drink in your hand. But what would I expect. Check the stats... check the layout... check the wardrobe (Obviously not a floordrobe. He's not sporting the metro-hobo look this year that's all the rage with the indie-rockers who matter.)

Anyway. There are reasons why stereotypes exist. I enjoy running into that crowd from time to time. It's good to have your past ambush you in unexpected places. It reminds me to keep being myself, the self I've crafted over the years... or perhaps the best imitation of myself.

In other news, I picked up a copy of the paper this morning for my yearly ritual of reading the "if you were born today" and here's what it said:

"Your home is your sanctuary this year. You'll definitely put down roots. There'll be a few family disagreements but you can work things out."

I don't know what the hell that means. Put down roots? Does that mean I'm a tree? Does that mean I'm going to be establishing a bullshit residence in this mundane city? And what family is it talking about? Totally stupid.

“One ought not to say to those whom one wants to kill, ‘Give me your votes, because your votes will enable me to kill you and I want to kill you,’ but merely, ‘Give me your votes,’ for once you have the power of the votes in your hand, you can satisfy your desire."

Take the time to read this article.

But more importantly, this is nothing new. The Roman Catholic church was at this for years... during the Dark Ages. It has nothing to do with the soul. It has everything to do with power and control.

The sixth column anyone?

Crux of the Mosh

It's come to a point where I need to do something. What? Something you ask?

No. It's not that simple. Sat at work watching Wimbledon. It's nice to have a television in the office sometimes.

But the issue is that Ol' Green isn't doing so well. I went to Fed. Court to get some docs and ended up discovering that my truck is not only pregnant but just went into labor. The water broke.

Turns out there's a gash in a hose. I'm going to have to see if I can get that fixed but it really makes it a challenege to get all of the band gear to Milwaukee tonight for a stupid show.

Bugger.

Imaginationally Challenged

I was having a discussion with someone about a woman who was an author.

She wrote this book called the Place at the Edge of the Earth. I argued that this was simply all that needed to be said. The rest was meaningless. He didn't agree.

So I looked it up, to see what it was about. (read the summary on the link) and I decided that I'm still right. So I present to you this notion that a title can in fact be the sum total of what needs to be said.

With that, take a few hours to find les Amitiés Maléfiques and watch it. "Why do some people write? Because they're too afraid not to." As one reviewer put it, "The other like perfect prey of our mediocrity."

Just some mid-summer musings. I really haven't taken the time to put effort into much on-line excursions as of late. It's really hard to do that when it's nice outside and the call of life in the real world is a deafening roar. That and my regular schedule's been all out of whack!