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Tuesday, October 14th, 2008
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So the aliens were supposed to come today.
They didn't.
So it's time to work towards a better world, since it doesn't look like we'll be getting any help from the Galactic Federation of Light.
If anyone's interested and has two hours to kill, watch Zeitgeist: Addendum.
It's a movie about how fucked up our world is.
If you don't feel like watching a movie just check out The Zeitgeist Movement instead.
It's a step in the right direction.
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Friday, August 22nd, 2008
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Sunday, August 10th, 2008
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Perseid Meteor Shower
It starts on my birthday and goes through until the 12th. I really wanna go to the dunes at Long Beach and just watch it for a few hours.
New Anthony Green album leaked. Not bad so far. The new Stonehearted Man is really weird but I think I like it better.
I've been playing too much WoW. I need to learn how to drive and register at Suffolk. College is so fucking lame. I think I'll just study something awesome, like marine biology or astronomy.
I wish there were no such thing as grades. I think I'd actually care about education if it wasn't such a competition.
This album has a weird Hawaiian feel to it. I wanna go back to Hawaii so badly. Maybe that's what I'll do after Suffolk... Studying marine biology in Hawaii sounds nice to me.
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Interviews with Dennis Kucinich
Kucinich introduced articles of impeachment against Bush on July 10th. I really hope they're heard and not just dismissed.
I wish he was in Obama's place. He might have been a shitty president, but at least he would have worked for our interests.
Why do I even care about this shit anymore? The Ron Pauls and Dennis Kuciniches will never be elected until the people stop watching and reading mainstream news and start voting for their own interests. The ad hominem attacks against the honest politicians who dare to run for president are enough to sway anyone who's too lazy or disillusioned to think about this stuff anymore. "He says he's seen a UFO! He's too crazy to be president!" Which is something I've heard people tell me about both Ron Paul and Dennis Kucinich. At least neither of them are crazy enough to undermine the philosophy of the country they swear they're defending (Bush and Cheney).
I think I'm slowly becoming too disillusioned.
But I have some hope I guess. That the internet continues to remain free despite the likely attempts to restrict it, and that my kids don't watch enough T.V. to become intellectually sedated. That my kids think rationally. Maybe their generation can finally clean up this joke of a democracy. I just have to do my part in helping the world survive long enough for that to happen.
Sometimes I wish I didn't care about this country or this world. There's too much shit that needs fixing.
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Thursday, July 17th, 2008
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Do yourself a favor and download the new Sigur Rós album með suð í eyrum við spilum endalaust (I think in English it's called With a Buzz in Our Ears We Play Endlessly). I've only heard the first song but I'm pretty sure I'm in love with it.
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Wednesday, June 18th, 2008
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I'm feelin' that.
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The little I remember from my dream last night:
I was in a machine with people from all different periods of time in the future. I was from the most ancient time (our time). They were arguing about something I didn't understand, and I just kept walking around and looking at the ship.
I went into this one room where people were sitting in tents, but the tents only closed on one side. The room itself looked like a Gravitron machine that was tilted at about a 30 degree angle, and it was spinning counter clockwise. Those people were arguing about how if you were in this room, you had to be contributing to it. You couldn't just come and sit here, you had to give something to the room. So I grabbed the open side of someones tent, started dragging it around, and screamed. I don't know why.
I saw an opening into another room that took me back to my time. I stepped out and I think Mike Cardinale was with me. We started running down the road, and then we heard an airplane. We found two people laying in the middle of the runway and tried to get them to move out of the way, but they just smiled at us. We left them and kept running down the road, New York City materialized in the distance. Apparently that's what we were looking for. We started screaming.
Pretty soon we came to an overpass. There were tons of babies just climbing up the support poles of the overpass (the poles that hold it up). Most of the babies were near the top, but there was this one baby that was being held back by her mother - who was wearing a doctor's mask - and her father. As we ran past I looked into the babies eyes and yelled, "Never stop crawling! Whatever you do baby, never stop crawling!"
I got to the city and found myself in this weird restaurant. Mike wasn't with me anymore. Everyone I've ever had some sort of connection with was in that room. All of my Hunter teachers, friends, and acquaintances. Then there were old friends from Long Island. I saw Nicky and Tiff a lot, in the distance though. Nicky and I made eye contact sometimes and when we did he smiled. But we never talked.
I walked outside and saw a bunch of girls that looked so familiar, but I didn't know their names. Mel was there though, and I think Kait was. Nicky came outside and stood next to me. We were all standing and watching something. There was a man in the street in what looked like an escape pod from a spaceship. Wires were going from the pod back to a group of people at a computer. They pressed some buttons and turned their eyes to the man in the capsule. The man inside started screaming "Stop it! Stop it! Don't let it happen again!" I don't know what they were doing to him but he started morphing into a superhuman. He started to look like the Hulk, only he wasn't green.
Something exploded nearby and we all ran inside. I took the elevator to the 12th floor and ran around the whole floor looking for something until I realized it was on the 14th floor. I ended up in my old Orientation Seminar room, the place where I learned about college and how much it sucks. The teacher said she had something great to show us and went to meatspin.com. The site was completely redone though. It was a collection of weird bands and we clicked on a link for Hormophone. We watched a music video of their's. The band was composed almost entirely of midgets and they were making old-school hip-hop. It sounded pretty nice to me, but now I don't remember much of what they were saying.
Some kid behind me started reciting the wrong lyrics. The song ended with the whole group saying "Give it a rest." I woke up.
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