what a week.
at least today has been painless.
+ new built to spill rec.
+ gogol bordello/apostle of hustle
+ temper trap
- driving
+ fun
- arch 110
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Friday, October 09, 2009
i've lost my way home.
what does home mean to me? there's my parent's house in SJ and there's my place here in berkeley. but what is home? is it just shelter; some place to fall asleep after a night of drinking? what makes a home a home? maybe it's the sense of security. somewhere to sleep at night and rest easily knowing that tomorrow i'll be in the same place, unharmed. i lose track of my inhibitions, my worries don't last longer than they need to, i'm at peace. i am calm, more importantly, i'm happy.
where's my home? is it stationary or does it travel with me? "home is where you make it."
"home is the 5-foot space around you"
can i have more than one home? isn't the earth my home? the stars?
from whence i came, i long to be.
i came from happiness. i've fallen from happiness into a pit of confusion, crawling with insecurities, blackened with doubt. frightened by truth. home is where i want to be and this isn't it.
put the blues record on, baby. don't be shy. let's not be ashamed of how it makes us feel.
what does home mean to me? there's my parent's house in SJ and there's my place here in berkeley. but what is home? is it just shelter; some place to fall asleep after a night of drinking? what makes a home a home? maybe it's the sense of security. somewhere to sleep at night and rest easily knowing that tomorrow i'll be in the same place, unharmed. i lose track of my inhibitions, my worries don't last longer than they need to, i'm at peace. i am calm, more importantly, i'm happy.
where's my home? is it stationary or does it travel with me? "home is where you make it."
"home is the 5-foot space around you"
can i have more than one home? isn't the earth my home? the stars?
from whence i came, i long to be.
i came from happiness. i've fallen from happiness into a pit of confusion, crawling with insecurities, blackened with doubt. frightened by truth. home is where i want to be and this isn't it.
put the blues record on, baby. don't be shy. let's not be ashamed of how it makes us feel.
Wednesday, October 07, 2009
only pre-1998 bmx-ers will understand, appreciate, and not get pissed off at this.
in other news,
life is treating me very well. i am able to do things I love: create art, ride my bike, and listen/make/see music. These things are worth spending money on. Money is a whole different issue // where's my job?
My printmaking class rules, hands down.
3D with Joe is entertaining and awesome as funk.
ARCH 110 blows (although I do enjoy some of the readings).
MONO is playing (from JAPAN, check yourself). Treasure Island is gonna be tight.
I'm getting a red shag carpet for my room. take off your shoes. it'll be soft.
who cares what people think? i gotta get out of my head.
i've been having a great debate about bikes because I'm in the process of finding a track frame so i can turn my current into an internal 3-speed. (WTF Sturmey Archer? you've got obnoxiously anodized parts too?)
Steel or Aluminum? ah, the great debate. I've been on steel frames for the past five years, maybe a change? i can have the same stiffness/strength without all the weight, if i go aluminum.
IRO Angus vs. Trek T1. unless other framesets prove to be worthy contenders. Both are in the price range I'm willing to pay.
the Angus is definitely cheaper, classic look (1" threaded fork), no brake hole on the rear bridge, but more relaxed angles, bottle cage holes, and sorta funky looking drop outs.
the T1 frameset is roughly $400, 1 1/8" headtube, no bottle holes, tighter geometry, but is drilled for a rear brake and has sort of a bulky looking front end.
who knows, i just want some opinions/suggestions. so many good things lined up. listen to me on the radio/online. kalx.berkeley.edu. good night.
in other news,
life is treating me very well. i am able to do things I love: create art, ride my bike, and listen/make/see music. These things are worth spending money on. Money is a whole different issue // where's my job?
My printmaking class rules, hands down.
3D with Joe is entertaining and awesome as funk.
ARCH 110 blows (although I do enjoy some of the readings).
MONO is playing (from JAPAN, check yourself). Treasure Island is gonna be tight.
I'm getting a red shag carpet for my room. take off your shoes. it'll be soft.
who cares what people think? i gotta get out of my head.
i've been having a great debate about bikes because I'm in the process of finding a track frame so i can turn my current into an internal 3-speed. (WTF Sturmey Archer? you've got obnoxiously anodized parts too?)
Steel or Aluminum? ah, the great debate. I've been on steel frames for the past five years, maybe a change? i can have the same stiffness/strength without all the weight, if i go aluminum.
IRO Angus vs. Trek T1. unless other framesets prove to be worthy contenders. Both are in the price range I'm willing to pay.
the Angus is definitely cheaper, classic look (1" threaded fork), no brake hole on the rear bridge, but more relaxed angles, bottle cage holes, and sorta funky looking drop outs.
the T1 frameset is roughly $400, 1 1/8" headtube, no bottle holes, tighter geometry, but is drilled for a rear brake and has sort of a bulky looking front end.
who knows, i just want some opinions/suggestions. so many good things lined up. listen to me on the radio/online. kalx.berkeley.edu. good night.
Sunday, September 06, 2009
Tuesday, August 04, 2009
Sunday, July 26, 2009
I walk through the darkest rooms full of gloom and minds like mazes,
and rejoice because I'll be the voice of your failure fucking generation.
Still don't belong to anyone, this is a life of hesitation.
And we'd all trade one night to remember for the years we've carelessly wasted.
Big dreams and half full drinks,
a few pills in your gut so now it's easy to think and breathe,
and true love was just a marketed ploy
so guys can hit their lines and girls can grab their boys.
Sweet innocence with loser's luck,
I know you think you're giving love but you're just getting fucked.
Guess what? I looked and you know what I found?
That you can't expect to trust this world when you can't even trust yourself.
And your head starts to spin as you dance to the beat
because tomorrow isn't promised but it's sure as fuck coming.
And your body starts to shake as you sing in the streets
because it's cold outside so you better start running.
Don't count on me to save your life
when I've never had a clear enough perspective on mine.
And I know things change; we'll go our separate ways,
And alive is the only thing it seems we've stayed lately,
And the truth isn't always easy to believe;
You walk alone to the sound of your own heartbeat.
And I know it's not always so easy to see
but we are still all so fucking beautiful to me.
and rejoice because I'll be the voice of your failure fucking generation.
Still don't belong to anyone, this is a life of hesitation.
And we'd all trade one night to remember for the years we've carelessly wasted.
Big dreams and half full drinks,
a few pills in your gut so now it's easy to think and breathe,
and true love was just a marketed ploy
so guys can hit their lines and girls can grab their boys.
Sweet innocence with loser's luck,
I know you think you're giving love but you're just getting fucked.
Guess what? I looked and you know what I found?
That you can't expect to trust this world when you can't even trust yourself.
And your head starts to spin as you dance to the beat
because tomorrow isn't promised but it's sure as fuck coming.
And your body starts to shake as you sing in the streets
because it's cold outside so you better start running.
Don't count on me to save your life
when I've never had a clear enough perspective on mine.
And I know things change; we'll go our separate ways,
And alive is the only thing it seems we've stayed lately,
And the truth isn't always easy to believe;
You walk alone to the sound of your own heartbeat.
And I know it's not always so easy to see
but we are still all so fucking beautiful to me.
Friday, June 19, 2009
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